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          + lxmidae

"Did I really deserve it?"

Words detached of meaning to his unknowing ears. Taemin blinks, measuring the male few steps away from him, taking in the bony paleness of his features with mild interest. He's not even sure if the words were directed at him. They hadn't been talking, and he's sure that an invitation to an introspective journey isn't the best of ways to communicate with strangers, but a subtle scan of his general vicinity state there is no one nearby to catch the words if not him. Why not, he figures — looks straight to the other, face ridden of any expectation as he replies what could very well not have been an objective question.

"Does mulling over whatever that is actually help?"

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"Just taking you down memory lane while we go into another year. Gotta say it might be the New Years spirit in me. I could’ve started singing Hey Mr. Postman then who’d be lucky?" Though not usually peppy there’s a definite rise in her tone.

"Not really a bad way to celebrate. Oh, but that's a really good one -- how's it go, again?" His eyes squint in pretense curiousity, stopping the famous chorus from slipping from his mouth with a bite of tongue. It would be a much nicer verse on her lips, so he can't be put to blame for his façade there.

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Stop! In the name of love. Before you break my heart. Think it o-o-o-oveeeer.

Wouldn’t sweet tunes ever put a smile on anyone’s face? His head cocks, appreciative.

"A songbird found her way towards me, this gotta be good luck. Haven’t listened to that one in a while."

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          + alaskavn

"I wouldn't tell you to stop."

Mellow smile melting over his lips, he uses her permission to her his hands wander, discovering the curves in her body over the seemingly infinite barriers of fabric between his palm and her skin. But he gets the gist of it. The shape, the dips, the warmth, is all there, pressing against his pads, against his body, slipping off-beat on occasion, their hips parting ways with the music filling the broadness of the room.

He says nothing — not verbally. His hands, however, trail down to her waist and his head tips in, brushing their noses. His lips are stretched in an undying smile, and he doesn't know if the chemistry behind that is the one coursing through his bloodstream or the one holding his gaze on hers. He pauses, feeling the warmth of her breath on his lips. He's trailed far down the path, but leaves it up to her to cross the line. Half a meaningful gaze is enough to tell good observer, ball's in your court now.

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          + xjongh

"God, you're just perfect."

Far from him to disagree with such a benevolent and, really, not entirely mistaken remark, but Taemin hadn't been expecting it. He looks towards the other with a straw stuck between his lips, swallowing some of the iced tea (cold drinks in stark midwinter, he can hear his vocal coach hiss all the way from across the city) before finally raising his voice, head tipping.

"You've got a keen eye," he smiles without effort, blinking once. "To what do I owe the flattery, though?"

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          + sayheemin

"I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich."

In full honesty, he doesn't know how he ever could find someone as kind as Sehee to call an acquaintance. The worry shadowing her gaze catches him off guard, rendering him speechless to her earnestness as she watches the remaining half of his sandwich splayed on the floor after their shoulders bump accidentally.

"It's okay, I wasn't even that hungry," he replies with a chuckle, crouching over the mess with a napkin to collect it off the ground. It might be not be entirely true as Taemin isn't one to even reject food (if he ever does, don't hesitate in counting him as either too sick or too drunk), but whatever it takes to do the trick. "We're all good, hun, don't worry."

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          + jcelixe

"I don’t know you, but thanks."

"Taemin," he announces, a quick fix to the problem she presents, then tips his head, smile in place. "And it's no problem. A couple of tissues will hardly cost me in the near future." He always likes to have them in his pockets for the eventful occasion where they'll come in handy. Watching the little mishap by the stools in the bar that had the stranger's hand dripping with a full glass' worth of juice proves once again this is one of his good habits. "At least it lessens the damage."

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          + dvmencia

"You swore you’d never lose your control."

"Did I now?"

That doesn't sound like him. Empty lies don't sound like him. But he eyes the other with dull interest, eyes narrowing as he runs a thumb across the back of pocket knife freshly introduced the other's eyes. An old companion, dating back to a rather dramatic moment of his school days. Still sharp as it had been in the store's shelf, though. "What makes you think I'm out of control, though? We're talking. I'm just making sure we're on the same wavelength."