“Yah, Song Jiyeon, why don’t you ever listen to me?”

Taemin was whining again. And, God, when he whined he was like a five year old. Pouting lips, doe eyes and all.

“What’s wrong, Taemin-ah?” I sighed, continuing to hit my toe shoes with a hammer.

“Jiyeon-ah, call me oppa! All our years of friendship and you can never listen to that request!” he whined again.

“You’re only five months older than me,” I stated pointedly. He just pouted again. “Arasseo, oppa. Happy?”

“Mmmm,” Taemin hummed back contentedly.

“Now what’s wrong?”

“I need to choreograph a dance and I need your help,” he stated, now all seriousness.

“Is it ballet?” I questioned. He simply looked at me like I had three heads.

“No, it’s hip-hop. When have I ever danced ballet?” he scoffed.

“And when have I ever danced hip-hop, excluding those classes when I was fifteen?” I countered.

“Yah, that doesn’t matter. I just want your opinion,” he pouted.

“All I have to do is watch?” I inquired, my large almond eyes watching him with skepticism.

“Yep!” Taemin’s head bounced up and down like a bobble head, blonde hair flying.

I sighed. “Fine.”

“Ahhh! Jiyeon-ah, I knew you’d help me!” Two thin yet surprisingly strong arms wrapped around me, a body launching after them and knocking me to the ground.

“Yah, Taemin-ah! Let go of me, I said I’d help!”

Taemin kept me in his grasp. A struggle ensued and we eventually found ourselves standing across from each other, glaring softly with smiles on our faces.

“Jiyeon-ah, what did we agree about calling me oppa?” Taemin asked playfully.

“I have a hammer, Lee Taemin. I will use it,” I threatened.

“Call me oppa and I’ll leave you alone,” he sing-songed at me, swaying in place.

“Oppa,” I near growled, brandishing my hammer. “Leave me alone.”

“Mmmmm,” Taemin hummed and held a finger to his chin in mock thought. “No.”

“Yah!” I screeched and started running after him.

I suppose we might have looked like a couple, chasing each other around my private dance studio. Laughter bubbling from our lips and feet slipping on smooth wood floors. But we weren’t like that.

He was just Taemin.

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