"Oh my gawd, I'm sorry! I-i didn't mean to bother you! I'll leave!" You stammer out, before you could realize who it was. you turn on your heels, to run out the door, but look back, curiosity getting the best on you.

He still had that goofy grin on, but his eyes challenged you. They had a question in them.

"Woah.." You whisper, bearly audible.

"Taemin, oppa?" You ask him. He doesn't reply, his cute smile still plastered on his face. You knew it was Taemin, but you didn't think he wanted you to know him. He must have fan girls always try talking to him.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry.. I'll leave." You mumble.

"No, Don't go." He finally replies. He shifts over and pats the spot beside him, motioning for you to sit there. You slowly approach him and turn with your back against the wall and slide down, until your sitting on the floor. You look up at him, since he's taller than you, and admire his amazing face.

You realize your being rude, so you hold out a hand and introduce yourself.

"I'm ______." You say. He grabs your hand tenderly and shakes it once.

"Taemin." He grins.

"So um, what are you doing here?" You ask, trying to break the awkward silence.

"To escape the rest of the love-crazed fans, you?" He looks down at you with dazzling eyes.

"Same.." You reply, trapped in his eyes. A moment of silence passes. You start talking about how good the concert was and how much of a fan you are