Heroes Of The New World (1/1)

My dreams are full of what's not real

I'll fly away and save the world

I'll make you proud someday

I just won't be around to see your face There are a lot of things Taemin knows, lots of little things he is proud of, sure of. He knows he’s attractive, good-looking, pretty, as they say. Attractive in the way that would make the girls sway and make goo-goo eyes at him, pretty in a way that would make guys come at him in the nightclubs, when he’s all sweaty, moving sensually to the beat, neon lights flashing all around as the basses send a sort of trepidation along his spine. He knows he’s relatively smart. Smart enough to get a full score on the test he hadn’t made an attempt to prepare for, smart enough to turn down someone without making a racket. He knows a lot, definitely more than people assume he does.A little later, when the party turns partially wild and partially sleepy, Taemin catches himself watching Minho. The older’s gaze slide through the crowd, trace the faces and lighten up seeing familiar ones, and he nods briefly, giving his warm smile to his friends, acquaintances, passers-by , Taemin thinks, to everyone, he sighs and hides his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. Awkward. And the music is a little too loud in the corner where he stands leaning onto the wall. Awkward. It’s not like he doesn’t know all those people, he does, he knows everyone, I know no one, he thinks and takes a sip of his drink, abstracting himself from the throng of people, he breathes in and out, catching the sight of Minho who stands not far away, discussing something animatedly with a tall guy. Changmin, Taemin recollects and frowns, he used to be Taemin’s senior at school too, but it was Minho who was close to him, always Minho, Taemin muses and takes another sip of his beer. (Like hell will he drink anything stronger, fuck Kibum and his disastrous break-up business). When he looks back again he notices a slender hand that slides down Minho’s spine and circles around his waist, and Taemin stares with amusement as Yuri places her head on Minho’s shoulder, leans closer and kisses his cheek playfully. Gorgeous, thinks Taemin absentmindedly and closes his eyes, deciding that even beer is too much for him, so he places his glass onto the table near the stereo system and struts out of the room to the back door that leads out of the house, where the night is dark and the wind is cool and where he drowns himself in the chill as he sits on the porch, peering at the stars vacantly, stares at the dark bushes that grow jauntily encircling the paved path that leads further into the garden.“You seem bored” a sweet voice breaks the stray stream of his thoughts and when he lifts up his head, he sees a river of dark hair flowing gently onto the girl’s shoulders as the gush of wind blows her skirt playfully when she takes a seat by his side on the porch, stretching her legs and bending her neck to look at the stars.“That one is Spica” she says suddenly and Taemin stares at the tip of her slender forefinger pointed into the dark sky, as if grazing a bright bluish white spark. Beautiful, he thinks.“It’s in the Virgo constellation.” The girl says and flattens the wrinkles of her skirt, slides her palm down the transparent fabric with floral pattern, she sits so close that Taemin feels the faint flowery scent of her shampoo, sweet and delicate, and her profile is soft, outlined on the canvas of the dark sky.“It looks so cold” he whispers looking back at the bluish light and the girl leans back, her palms resting behind her back on the wooden plates of the porch.“Deceiving, right?” she says in response and tilts her head to the left letting the soft curl of her hair fall to the side. “You know, this white colour only means that it’s much hotter than the sun. Can you actually imagine it? Looking so cold while in fact shining brighter than the sun. So unfair” she says and Taemin just nods. It is unfair, he think and locks his eyes with the girl.“I’m Sulli” she answers his silent question and he nods squeezing her hand lightly, managing to notice that her skin is soft to his touch and she has long graceful fingers.“Nice to meet you Sulli” he smiles at her. “I’m Taemin” he says watching her long eyelashes and the shade that falls on the smooth skin of her cheeks.“I know” she nods and Taemin can’t help but admit that she looks charming in the moonlight. The silence that surrounds them is not complete, filled with the faint voices and laughter from the house and the rustling of leaves.“I wanted to meet you Taemin-ssi. I even asked Yuri to introduce you to me. But somehow…you are different from what I expected.” She doesn’t really look at him, just fumbles with the pleats of her skirt and Taemin gets up offering her a hand and a smile and a soft “Wanna have a walk?”.It’s quite late and the streets are almost empty in the scarce light of the street lamps, casting circles of light onto the grey asphalt road. They talk in soft voices passing by the forged gates of huge mansions, some twined with vine and some bare. Sulli majors in astronomy and by the time the reach the bank of a small river, hidden behind the passages of tall trees, Taemin learns a little about the little splotches of light gleaming on the dark glassy surface of the night’s sky. They sit side by side in the old wooden boat caught in the reeds, listening to the sound of water beating against the stony river bank.“I am not really the kind of guy you need to get involved with Sulli” Taemin sighs and bends over the water, stretching his hand to pluck a yellow water-lily floating on the water.“I know that full well” she nods carefully taking the small flower from his hands and when their fingers touch, there are no sparkles of fire, just gentle coldness brought by the chill of the night and the water.- “I’ve heard a lot, I’ve seen a lot too.” She adds, her palm running up and down the chapped wooden paddle and she causally leans onto the side of the boat, letting their shoulders bump against each other.“Then…” Taemin mumbles and turns to look at her. “Wanna date?” he says and his voice is almost a whisper, lost in the rustle of the reeds.  A/N A short update to show that I'm still alive guys. How have you been? I graduated ( yay for me and my diploma) and searching for a job. And it's tough. 'K that's all for now. I'll try to update sooner, but before that I want to concentrate on my first Yunjae fic, which I'm totally scared to write, I'll do my best though. See you soon. <3