You lazily tag along with your mother as she is escorted through the winding halls of SM entertainment.  You glance upon the walls, which are scattered with posters of the idols who belong to the company.  Their skin and bodies just scream perfection.  You sigh to yourself. 

"Hmmmff, if only I had gotten the good genes..." you scoff under your breath.  Your mother her head toward you.

"You say something honey?" she questioned with a smile.  You shake away the jealously and smile sweetly.

"Ahh nothing, just admiring the idols... and their perfection." Truth is, I was jealous.  Compared to the idols, I was just... as you would call it, normal.  I look almost identical to my mother, same face structure, same smile.  But I took my father's height and eyes, with a slight almond shape to them.  You glance at your mother, smiling and nodding to everything the secretary said.  She was a petite woman with a small frame.  You on the other hand, had a more curvy figure including thick legs.  You thought to yourself, well, I did get something special from my mother, my memory.  You and your mother both have a special talent; you both can remember everything you have ever read or seen.  Some would call it a photographic memory.  Hmmmfff, I take back what I though earlier, you sigh sadly. 

Finally, the secretary and your mother slipped into a small bushiness room where she showed my mother to a desk.  They exchanged thank yous, and the secretary left while shutting the door.

"You can sit here," she pointed to a sitting area with small chairs and outdated magazines. "Thanks for coming with, I know it's somewhat of boring matters."

"No problem," you smile trufully. "Kamsa haminda." You bow and take a seat.  She returns bows and quickly shuffles away.  After 15 minutes, you had already red through the magazines with ease and the wait was killing you.  The walls were bare, no posters to gawlk at.  You stand up quietly move toward the door where your mother was.  Placing an ear to the door, you heard muffled conversations, probably filled with business talk.  Sighing, you push away from the door and lean on the opposite wall.  Strangely, the wall produced a slight vibration.  You turned around and put your ear to the wall.  Music of some sort pounded into your ear.

I guess they won't mind me checking this out, you thought.  You slip down the hallway quietly and turn the corner.  Another blank hallway was filled with closed doors, each with a white board attached to them.  Most of the whiteboards were blank, but as you walked closer to the doors, you began to hear the music again.  You walked a bit faster, your heart racing to the beat of the music.  Soon the music was as clear as day.  The door had a whiteboard with the name "Taemin" scribbled across it.

The door was ajar.  Your heart began to pound in your chest.  Your hand grabbed the handle softly but your mind screamed; What do you think you are doing?  You immediately released the handle, but your hand went back to it, your curiosity taking over.  You slowly opened the door to what seemed to be a small sitting room; a couch and a couple chairs; a bookbag and a jacket scattered across one of the chairs.  The music at this point was so loud the you could feel it in your ears.  To your right was a large window looking into a dance studio.

There, to the beat of the music, danced... who you assumed to be, Taemin.  His eyes were focused upon the mirror, his movements were extremely precise and sharp.  His shoulder length hair stuck to his forehand and chest with his glistening sweat.  You felt your face flush.  You attempted to look away but your eyes were stuck fast on his jawdropping movements.  The muscles in his arms clenched and tightened with ever move, his chest rose up and down quickly, almost inhuman like. 

Suddenly, his reflection in the mirror locked eyes with you!  You jumped at the sight.  His gaze seemed to pierce right into your very soul.  But as quickly as it had happened, it ended when he looked back to the mirror and continued dancing.  Damn my memory! You cursed to yourself.  You continued to replay that moment in your head over and over again until it was too late to realize that the music had stopped.  When you had come to your senses, he was whipping his brow with a wet towel and was squirting his water bottle all over his body.  He turned around and began to walk toward the open door into where you were standing.  Once again, he met your eyes.  You spun around quickly as to escape but, your head caught the edge of the door.

"AGHHhhhh... tttt..." you swore to yourself.  Before you collapsed to the ground, you felt a warm body catch you.  While still grabbing your head, you looked up into his eyes again.  Your face flushed once again, but he only smiled brightly and laughed.

"Hey, are you okay there?" he asked sweetly.  The fierce man you saw dancing just moments ago was gone and was replaced by such a sweet natured boy.

"Yeaa- aghhhhhhhh!" you managed to studder before a wave of pain crashed into you.  He helped you to the couch.  He sat down next to you, drenched his towel with water, lifted up your bangs, and placed the cool towel upon your lump.  He smiled once again.

"Sorry, I kinda used it back there... it's kinda sweaty..." he said.  A smile came across your face.

"I don't mind at all, kamsa haminda." you bowed slightly.  A surprised look came across his face.

"Wow, you pronounced that so well!  Where did a beautiful girl learn so well?  Immediately, your face flushed bright red.  He took notice to this and smiled.

In Korean "Well, my mother is white while my father is Korean, I've known Korean since as long as I can remember."  You shyly state.  Another wave of pain hit, enough to cause a tear to fall.  He softly caressed your face to wipe it away.  Suddenly, he removed the towel and kissed your bruise softy.  He looked into your eyes deeply and whispered...

"Please, do tell me more~"

 

I'm so sorry for not updating recently! I just entered my first year of college and it is insane! >< i shall try my best to get another chapter up very soon~