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Title: Take My Breath Away
Series: Breathless Romance
Arc: Breathless Romance Arc/Series
Rating: PG-13 (for language and sexual situations)
Pairing: HoMin (Yunho x Changmin)
Length: 3/??, pre-arc series
Disclaimer: SM owns the boys of DBSK, I wish I did.
"I can't take it any longer,
thought that we were stronger,
all we do is linger,
slipping through our fingers,
I don't want to try now,
all that's left's goodbye,
till I find a way to tell you...
I hate this part right here."
I Hate This Part - Pussycat Dolls
A/N: WOOOOOOOO!!! I totally wrote this chapter in...*looks at calendar* 2 FUCKING DAYS BITCHEZ!!! This is probably the fastest I have written a chapter, though wait...maybe it was actually when I was writing "Innocence of Seduction" cause I finished one chapter in 2 hours...well crap. ANYWAYS, I did finish this chapter, don't know how long it will be to finished the fourth since I will be going to school soon and in turn will not have as much time to sit and write. I will try and get another chapter up tomorrow if school is cancelled (because of terrible snow) but don't bet your life on it. LOL! Hope you all enjoy this chapter, and I hope you are having a wonderful 2009 so far! Adios!
“Here are the girls you will be training, Ae-cha, Cho-Hea, Min-Sook, and Yun-Sun.” Changmin said, his pointer finger marking each one with an invisible branding iron. “The fifth girl pulled herself out of training before we could get started, something about this all being too much.”
You shrugged and nodded, “It can be, you remember the training times.”
“Yeah, I do, can't say I don't blame her.” he mumbled, trying to hide his sympathies behind a wayward palm.
All you did was smile, hoping your nervous heart would stop hammering in your chest as Changmin moved the four girls into the bright yellow dance studio.
He had come at exactly 2pm as he had stated, pulling a large white van into the small parking lot behind your studio and scurried four young women in through your doors.
You had been surprised at their promptness, so much alike to the timing of DBSK back in the day. Changmin was for sure taking the skills he learned as a part of a band into making the one he had now.
You watched as the girls and Changmin started to mumble, their words muffled by the thoughts ringing through your ears, the memories playing behind your eyelids like a broken projector.
He looked so professional, his sleek black suit pressed and creased, the brilliant fabric laying wonderfully fitted against the curves of his muscles and bone. The silver and chrome buttons shimmered in the sunlight every time he turned towards the windows, the glitter almost blinding in it's brilliance.
You felt a little under-dressed, your loose jeans and fitted t-shirt seeming bland and dirty next to his pleated and planned attire.
He shuffled the girls into their starting positions, each one a separate being of beauty and determination.
Cho-hea looked very much like the youngest, her long black hair pulled dutifully into a ponytail that cascaded down her back to stop just right before her lower shoulder blades. Her eyes were a dark black, wide and curious yet open and wondrous. Her short, skinny legs marched pink with her tights wrapping up and under a short black dance skirt that held strong on her almost invisible hips, her small breasts encased tightly in a ballet bra.
Yun-sun smiled as she was set beside Cho-hea, her face heart shaped and plump against Cho-hea's skinny and sharp frame. She was busty, her voluptuous breasts peeking persistently over the top of her loose dance shirt, the shoulders cut away to reveal her creamy dark coffee skin. From what Changmin had told you she was actually only half Korean, the other half leading to an African heritage. Her legs were long and lean, her hips protruding wantonly from under her own black dance skirt. You watched as she moved, her shoulder length black hair bouncing in it's tight curls against her neck.
Min-sook, was actually quite normal looking. Nothing all that impressive about her, yet you couldn't deny she had a spark somewhere underneath the surface. Her hair, wavy and long, swam down her shoulders loose and free, her long bangs blocking out her almond shaped eyes, the brown irises popping bright against her dark caramel skin. She was a natural Korean, all the way around.
Ae-cha was then moved last on the right, her short and spiky white hair standing electric out from her scalp, her neon blue glasses perched lightly on her nose. She seemed to walk with a perky gait that only made you want to skip with her, she was magnifying and your eyes couldn't help but wander to her. She was short, cute, and petite, yet seemed to carry a personality that could shadow mountains. She reminded you a lot of Jaejoong, and you smiled at the thought.
“So did you listen to the song I mailed?” Changmin asked once the girls were situated, his serious tone blaring loud and clear.
You nodded, “Yes, yes, I listened to it, and I think I have a good idea for the dance.”
He smiled, patting your shoulder with a warm palm, “Great, I knew you would.”
Smiling seemed to be the fashion for you these days, you were usually never this quiet, “So were you going to stick around and watch them work or...”
“No...no...” he interrupted, the flick of his wrist aiming towards the door, “I need to get back to the office, I am trying to find the girls a manager so I won't have to do this anymore.”
“Oh?” you asked, pretending to fiddle with the CD player you had set up just that morning, “What do you mean?”
He shrugged, “Driving them places, sending out demos, all that...”
“Excuse me?” Ae-cha walked up to stand between them, “I was wondering when you had planned on getting started? I apologize we are a little anxious.”
Clearing your throat you mentioned you would get moving, sighing as you didn't get to say goodbye to your long-time friend as he walked briskly to the front door of your large building.
You turned to the four waiting girls, raising your hands in the cool air, “Let's get started.”
“I am so pooped.” Min-sook cried as she huffed down another large gulp of much needed air. “Yunho-hyung you really are a good dancer, but do you really think we will be able to get everything down in time for our debut?”
You didn't have an answer as they were still too early on in the routine to know, “All I can say now is, girls...you did very well for a first day.”
Min-sook nodded as she seemed to accept the answer along with the other three, very tired young girls.
“Yunho-hyung?” Asked a very smiley Yun-sun, “Can I tell my friends about this?”
“What do you mean?” you replied, sucking down the last of the water in your Nalgene.
“Can I tell them about being your student?” she pleaded, pulling her hands together in mock prayer, a pout lying dormant on her beautiful face.
You couldn't say no to that...damn women, “I don't see why not really.”
All four of the girls squealed, their excitement reminding you of watching the fangirls from up on stage, laughing as they held out their hands, trying to get that one blessed touch of your pant leg.
The talking stopped almost immediately when a few loud knocks rumbled through the studio's large corridors.
“Sorry girls, I'll go get it.” you said, uncrossing your legs from the pow-wow position on the floor to answer the unattended door.
As you approached the front, you smiled as you noticed Changmin's waving hands from the other side of the thick glass, unlocking and pulling open the door as fast as you could.
The cold winter air blew icicles into your veins as the door opened and shut behind your friend, “Hey Changmin, sorry I thought I had unlocked the door.”
He shook his head, a few light snowflakes fluttering off his high black spikes, “No, it's fine, how are the girls doing?”
“They did fine and are doing quite well at learning the choreography I set up for them.” you replied, shoving your presently cold hands into your pockets, “It's not easy what I am trying to teach them you know.”
He nodded, his cheeks a vibrant red from the outside chill, “That's why I brought them to you.”
Honor and pride seemed to rush through your blood as he pronounced his choice, you had never considered yourself that influential in your dance talents, it was surprising at least coming from Changmin.
“Why do you look so surprised?” he asked as you wondered if all your emotions really were that damn obvious.
“I...uhm....” you stuttered, why did you always loose your train of thought when he was around? “I am just, I guess, happy you noticed what I was doing around here...you just seem so busy lately.”
He looked warm as he smiled, his white teeth and pink cheeks flashing serene, “Running a production company does that to you.” A low, husky chuckle rumbled through his chest, “I've been a crappy friend haven't I? To all of you.”
“No...no...” you fought, though you figured it sounded half-hearted as it usually was. “I mean, we all have our own lives now, we can't all see each other all the time.”
Nodding his head, he swung his arms back and fourth, his black leather gloves seemingly elongating his fingers, “Do you know how Yoochun is doing? I haven't heard from him in a while.”
You pursed your lips, trying to look deep in thought, “Last time I talked with him was about 2 weeks ago, said he was still in Seoul, his wife is going to give birth in a few months to a second girl, and his new song is going to be put onto our “Best Hits” CD.”
“Oh right, the CD...I almost forgot about that.”
“Yeah, it's next month isn't it?” you asked, laughing at how you both forgot your very own album.
“Yeah...I think it's on the 20th...Best Hits already...we've been demoted to 'classics'...brilliant.”
Laughter echoed from both your lungs, your smile feeling natural instead of forced, “Well, if you ever feel the need to re-live the 'old-days' I would be more than happy to reminisce with you.”
He hummed, “Oh yeah, I have your number, for sure.”
“Okay.” You said, waiting for his response that never came.
Squealing from the four girls traveled it's way down the hall to your eyes as the silence reined in between your standing forms, his warmth still too far away for your liking.
Awkward was the only way you could think to describe it.
The tension thick and foggy like swimming through a pool of jell-o.
Changmin cleared his throat, breaking the silence, “Ahh, I need to get the girls back, so I should go get them.”
You had forgotten you had been standing in the foreir, the dark from the night sky no longer illuminating what had once been sunlit.
“Right...yeah go ahead.” You muttered, standing and waiting as he gathered the girls and shooed them out the door of the studio.
The freezing breeze hit your face once again as they brushed past, Changmin's quick goodbye a half wave and a smile.
You were alone once again.
Damn he was sexy.
You just wanted to kiss that mouth, so pouty and pink, run your tongue over the two sweet expanses of muscle.
Slide your lips over his neck and the back up to assalt his love mark right underneath his nose...he would taste like none other, you were sure of it.
Drag your hands over his chiseled biceps peeking out from under his t-shirt sleeves, oogle at his six-pack you knew was there, and whisper all your titillating secrets into his creamy ears.
And all he was doing was talking.
Talking to you with his deep baritone, it's husky quips hitting you hard in the heart...and other already hard places.
You had experienced this before.
These fickle feelings of warm desire and wanton lust rush through you like a fire on dry wood...burning, consuming.
All it took was one look, one smile, one chorus line laugh and you were gone.
Gone as you had always been around him.
Though it seemed easier when you were younger.
Easier to deny the feelings and push them to the side, telling yourself you were wrong, you liked girls.
Now it was harder to ignore, the heat and the passion and the all over crazy of what you wanted.
You wanted him.
You wanted him now.
Yet he didn't want you.
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