Mitae chapter four~
Maybe it had been mere chance or just coincidental, but nevertheless, Taemin instantly recognised the familiar dark brown hair that had been invading his memory ever since their last encounter, and the figure was only a few meters in front of him. He had to blink slowly, seeing if it was just a figment of his imagination. When he realised that in fact it was not him daydreaming, Taemin opened his mouth, ready to shout out something, anything. But what to shout out was a completely different question… instead he raised up his arm slightly, waving timidly to the open space around him, Michael had already gone. Taemin let out a shuddery breath and tapped his foot across the pavement, kicking a stone so that it rolled onto the road. Why did just seeing a glimpse of Michael make him get goosebumps all along his body, make his teeth bite against his tongue as he stretched out his fingers, trying to do something that would take his mind off the retreating figure. Just go up to him He couldn’t. Even now, just staring out into an empty-Michael street, there was a smile pasted onto his face. It was something he couldn’t even begin to explain, but he would feel all jittery whenever Michael crossed his mind. Thinking quickly, Taemin took out his phone and scrolled down to ‘M’, letting his thumb hover over his name briefly before pressing down hard. Hesitantly he moved the phone close to his ear, breathing out slowly so that the reassuring breaths calmed down his frantic heart. The call moved onto voicemail and Taemin frowned and sighed, biting his lip as he glared at his phone. “One more time.” When he heard the boy’s voice stutter out a small and timid ‘hello?’ his mouth broke into a large smile and he let out a breath he had been unknowingly holding in all this time. His feet started to move forward, his eye roaming around the streets and corners in hope that he found what he was looking for. “Taemin?” “Ah! Michael! Er… annyeong! Hello!” Michael gave out a low chuckle and it made Taemin momentarily forget what he was supposed to be doing, after a few seconds he clicked. “Ah! Uhm… Mikey.. Mikey-ah~.. w-where are you?” He was breathing steadily, waiting (im)patiently as he heard the boy give out another chuckle before speaking. “I’m uh.. right near Dr Kim’s pharmacy.” Taemin glanced up around his surroundings and jumped back slightly when he saw Michael standing on the opposite side, looking right at him. “Ah! Yeah! Err.. I see you! Shall I… I’m coming over.” Taemin put his phone back in his pocket and tried to cross the busy road. It was much more harder to concentrate knowing that Michael was watching his every move. Finally when the cars halted to a stop, Taemin ran across and stopped in front of him. “Hey!” Taemin breathed out after catching his breath. Michael nodded slightly, buy said nothing; his silence causing Taemin’s body to shiver frantically. “I… ah… what are you doing tonight?... Mikey-ah~” Michael cleared his throat and shrugged, dropping his gaze onto the floor. “Oh… well, err. You remember I told you about a… ah.. p-party?” This English boy was definitely doing something to his nerves, never before had he felt so… cautious and also incredibly nervous. He had gone over this about 100 times to himself in front of the mirror, and yet, in front of Michael, he couldn’t find the right words. “A p-party. And I wanted you to.. well, if you wanted to c-come.” He stopped stuttering and looked up to glance at Michael, quite shocked to meet the boy’s curious gaze. It was his eyes that intrigued Taemin the most, they were just a browny colour and yet seemed so deep and full of mystery. There was a sparkle there, something that Taemin wanted to figure out as if it was a puzzle or a question. “Staring into brown chocolate orbs I find myself…” It was Michael’s face that made Taemin realise that he had been singing quite loudly. “Ah.. getting stall food! You hungry?” “Brown chocolate orbs?” Taemin cleared his throat quickly and sent a threateningly glare towards Michael. “What party were you going on about?” “What?” “The party. You-” “Oh! It’s Eunhyuk-hyung’s party. It’s pretty much invitation only, but you could be my plus one. Does that mean you’ll come?” “I don’t think so, I…. DID YOU JUST SAY EUNHYUK?” “N-neh…? Eunhyuk-hyung…” Taemin said it so simply and calmly that Michael had to blink a few times to see if he was dreaming. “Ah.., oh my god I..” “Please?” He swallowed nervously, trying not to let Taemin’s aegyo take control over him. Which it did. Michael didn’t even have to say anything, just the small whimper was enough to show defeat, and when he did Taemin squealed in delight and started out trying to give Michael a hug. Only to jump back at the last second, just patting his shoulder instead. “Ah! Good! Yay! We might as well make out way then!” “What? Now?!” “Ne!” And with that Taemin began to drag a blushing Michael down the street. PREVIEW: “T-taemin?” Michael called out slowly, his throat getting heavy as he tried not to cry. He couldn’t hear anything, just this distant thumping in his brain which made his whole body feel numb.
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