“You come here often?”

The sudden sound of the melodic voice pulls Taemin from his trance, causing him to blink confusedly at the man seated next to him for a few beats; he had short hair, deep red in the light shining from the tall church windows, small brown eyes glinting with a wily playfulness and plush lips pulled into a cunning smile.

The stranger is wearing a white tank top with a low-hanging neckline, and a fitted, black cotton shirt over it that remained ed with the sleeves rolled up; he sat back in a relaxed position, his stretched legs clad in washed out jeans worn from use and ripped in all the right places, and he exuded this self-confident aura that seemed to brighten the church more than it already was.

If Taemin did not know any better, this man could be an angel simply judging by the ethereal atmosphere he radiated.

Glancing around, Taemin grasps that they were alone in the church, just rows and rows of empty pews in front and behind them.

Taemin’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “You’re talking to me?” he asks dumbly.

“Who else?” the stranger responds with a hearty chuckle, eyes turning into crescents and making Taemin’s cheeks blush darkly with embarrassment. “Lee Taemin-sshi, right?”