Author's Note: I'm going to make this story in true drama fashion. If you thought the last story was crazy, this one is even worse. It's a little more on the raunchy side, but it's a lot sadder. The emotional roller coaster they are going to go through is going to be the worst I've ever written. I figured I'd warn you before you got too invested in the story.

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The last few days had been filled with nothing but flirty texts. Storm didn't realize how much of an affect she'd had on the prince until he had started texting her almost nonstop. Sometimes she answered right away. Other times she let him stew away in his misery. Either way it was fun for her.

After a week, the materials she needed to make whatever kind of glass she wanted had come in. She had started with a simply pane of stained glass, opting to have her first piece hang in the window of the studio. It was the only way she could think to thank Yi Jeong for all his help.

For three days straight she had stayed in the studio making the window pane. She wasn't going to make it for any other reason than to wet her chops again after not being able to make for it for so long. It took less than five seconds for her mind to remember what to do. After that, it was smooth sailing.

She had loved the heat as soon as she had stepped into it. Sweat had beaded on her skin as dirt had settled in on the surface. The dust seemed to be caked on her but once she showered she was clean once again. Not that it mattered to her. She had fallen in love with the heat of the furnace so she was going to enjoy it especially in the winter chill.

She had started by making small vases first. The clear ones were easier than the colored ones so she made them. When she had advanced to the colored ones, she had taken extra care not to mess up. That would take three extra hours just to melt down that one piece of glass just to start over. She had all the time in the world but her patience was thin.

By the time Yi Jeong had returned from his wedding weekend, she had made thirty clear vases, eighteen colored ones and had been working on a square one. He had simply sat down and watched as she had molded the sea green glass into a square by using a pair of tongues and heat resistant gloves. That one he had kept for himself when it had been finished.

She was the happiest when she was relaxing with a finished piece. It made her feel like she had accomplished something other than being a knot on a log. She had continued to paint and mold clay but the glass was her favorite. It was like the clay. She could mold it into whatever shape she wished.

But tonight she wasn't using the glass in the way she had been for the last week. Tonight she was doing etchings, something she really hadn't done in forever. Her hands hurt from holding the mallet and pick at weird angles, but she wanted to create this picture for Yi Jeong and his wife. Once she finished it, she was going to stop and paint it the following day. But she had to get the etchings all out.

She was on her third piece because she had cracked the sheet of glass on the first two attempts. Now she was being extra careful because the integrity of the store bought pieces weren't of the same quality as the ones she made. She was just too lazy and impatient to make her own so she had bought the others.

Halfway through the final round, her phone buzzed. She looked down to find a message from Taemin. He had been unusually silent that day. That had been a blessing because she had been able to work without interruption. He knew the timing. Somehow he knew she was almost done. But she waited until she had finished to answer him.

Storm cleaned up as per Yi Jeong's request then picked up her phone. The message was a bunch of nonsense. There was only one reason to text gibberish. You were either high or drunk. The latter option was probably the most tangible.

/Are you drunk?/

She already knew the answer before she even got a reply. Jax drunk texted sometimes but his were stupid things, like puppies in balloons or trees that do cartwheels. One time he even sent something about kittens that oinked and pigs that mooed. He was a very strange man when he was drunk.

Her phone chimed again. She sighed when she read the answer. Ever since she had met him, she had always thought that Taemin was very well rounded but that he was lonely. Even though the four men that guarded him on a regular basis were his friends, he was still by himself. No one would understand what it meant to be alone in a crowd of people.

But Storm did. Because she didn't talk, she knew exactly what it meant to be alone in a room full of people. Jax did enough talking for her, but she could see in everyone's eyes that she was some sort of deformed human being because she didn't talk on her own accord. If they knew why she didn't, they wouldn't be assholes about it. But people were cruel and would talk about their own mothers if it made them feel better about themselves.

Grabbing her coat, she shut off the lights and locked up the studio. There was only one place Taemin would go without his guards that was acceptable. If he was drunk, he was liable to fall in a sewer somewhere or get the snot beat out of him simply because he was a pretty boy (haha! Like what I did there?). If anyone knew that he was the Crown Prince – and they would be stupid if they didn't – he would be taken for ransom. Taemin was completely under the control of whoever was around him. He was lucky he wasn't being attacked now.

She followed the tracking beacon she had set up on his phone until she found him at the club in the K Hotel. It was the only place he could go that no one would mess with him. They hadn't because they didn't know who he was.

She found him at the bar. His head was bent over his glass as he stared at the bar. Something was bothering him, hence the reason he was blitzed off his butt. She walked over to him and slapped some money down for his drink. The bartender nodded at her as she grabbed him by his arm and hauled him up. He looked up at her then blew alcoholic breath right in her face.

"Noona, you came," he whispered. She nodded and continued on out the door. He wasn't going to get any more sober sitting there. "I hate my life right now. My parents are trying to set me up to get married. I'm too young to get married but they don't see it that way. They think I should produce an heir right now."

Storm listened to him rant all the way back to her house. She could take him home but that was a long walk all the way to Jun Pyo's house and she had just spent the last of her money on the man's booze. She wasn't about to get in trouble for something she couldn't help.

They had a hard time getting in the building then up the elevator. Taemin was nearly dead weight as they rode up the metal box. Storm and the wall supported him fully. She had enough wherewithal to text Minho and tell him that Taemin would remain at her house and that he could come get him in the morning. Minho had simply replied OK. She didn't know what irked her more; the drunkard beside her or the OK.

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor and Storm shoved Taemin out into the hallway. He stumbled into the opposite wall and nearly sank down to the floor. She caught him before he did because if he had, she would never get him up.

They stumbled down the hallway where she stopped at her door. After punching in the key, she once again shoved Taemin into her house. Jax was away on a field trip with his classes so he wasn't going to be there for a few more days. He wouldn't be able to harp about how she should have taken him home instead of bringing him to their house.

Taemin smelled something wonderful and finally pulled himself out of his drunken haze. He looked around. His shoes and coat had been removed and he was on a couch. The place was much too small for it to be Jun Pyo's house. Sitting up, he saw her standing in the kitchen.

Storm was in the kitchen at the stove. She was wearing something that should only be worn the summer. At her house everything was off limits. He could see a tattoo on her left shoulder when she turned. But the most shocking was the white scar that ran from her neck down her back. She didn't seem to care that it was in full view of anyone who came in.

Feeling brave, he got up and slowly walked into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into him. He bent his head and pressed his mouth to the scar, nibbling gently on the raised skin. He tasted sweat and dust when he pulled back.

Storm didn't know whether she should pull away or turn into his arms. He was drunk and probably didn't know what he was doing, but the level of flirtation that had gone on during the week hadn't told her that this was what was going to happen. He hadn't said anything about liking her. She was usually very clear about her intentions. This time it was different.

"Push me away if you don't want this," he whispered. He knew she wasn't going to talk to him so he was giving her a way out.

She turned in his arms and looked up at him. His eyes were glazed over and he looked lost, but he seemed to be in complete control of his faculties. She searched his face for a lie, something to tell her that was playing about all of this.

Taemin took her face in his hand, running his thumb along the whiteness along her right eye. The scar looked painful but she didn't show whether it was or not. He gripped her jaw and pulled her closer to him.

"Noona," he muttered before he lowered his head.

Her senses fired on all cylinders. Storm could taste the alcohol, bibimbop, and ttoekbokki on his breath. But underneath it all was the clear taste of Taemin. She couldn't explain it but it tasted faintly of coffee. The more he kissed her, the more she tasted it. It was going to be something she never forgot.

Taemin's fingers played at the hem of her shirt as he pressed her back into the counter. It didn't take long for it to find its way to her kitchen floor. Taemin tipped her head back and attacked her neck, nibbling gently along her artery. He followed the line down until his mouth settled over her breast.

Storm jerked away from him. In his drunken haze her saw her wide gaze. He wanted to calm it so he pulled her close and waited until she stopped shaking. Then he slowly resumed what he was doing.

He got tired of standing really quickly so he swung her up into his arms and carried her into what he assumed was her bedroom. He was grateful that he was correct because it would slightly awkward if the owner of the room randomly showed up and they were in bed.

Taemin realized she wasn't fighting him as he divested her of her clothing, making a nice little pile on the floor. He knew she was nervous so he gently placed her on her belly, settling gently over top of her. He began to kiss her back, leaving a trail of gentleness in his wake. When he looked up to see what she was actually doing, she had her hands tucked under her pillows with her head to one side. It opened her right side up so he kissed the bared scar.

Storm had never been treated so passionately. Even though he was drunk, there was something about Taemin that oozed control. He had been gentle ever since he had met her though his text messages were slightly crazy. He had never given her any inclination that he was remotely attracted to her.

"Noona," he whispered right in her ear, nibbling on it a little, "you don't have to be responsible for me."

Storm didn't know what happened between then and her being flipped over. The next thing she remembered was Taemin's naked body settled between her knees. She looked up at him and wondered what he was planning on doing when he sat back then looked down. She realized something was going on that had never happened before.

She was excited. Severely excited. She wanted him to touch her more.

No noise came out when he slipped inside her. His mouth was ajar as he adjusted her legs around him and watched as she grew accustomed to his girth. The muscles in her legs tightened around his hips. Tentatively, he pushed his hips forward and watched as her head fell back against the pillow.

His speed picked up until all that could be heard was their breath and the smacking of skin. Taemin leaned forward and wrapped his toned arms around Storm's head as he used his hips to keep up the rhythm. He stared into her eyes, watching as every emotion played through their violet depths. It took a little bit of time to realize that she was raising her hips to meet his.

They were so engrossed in each other. Neither one had ever had this kind of deep connection. Taemin had seen what his parents had and had always wanted it, and Storm had only ever had her brother so she'd never seen the affection two people could have for each other.

Taemin pulled his knees under him and pulled her on top of him all at the same time. Storm looked down at him as she rode him. He looked so content. She pushed his lilac hair from his face and lowered her head. Taemin met her halfway and the kiss they shared was electric. It zinged through their bloodstreams and connected them on such a deeper level than they had previously thought.

He wrapped his arms around her back about the time his hips started to stutter. His rhythm was starting to falter, which was a clear indication that he was about to blow. It was about time too because Storm was at her limit as well.

Taemin buried his face in Storm's shoulder as he spent himself. He clutched at her as his body shook from the force of his orgasm. Storm shook uncontrollably at the same time as she too rode out her first ever moment of pure pleasure.

They sat like that for a long time. Neither one could move. Taemin finally sat up as far as he could and fell forward. He slipped free of her but didn't move, opting to lay on her. He could feel her breath shake from her lungs. After a moment, it started to slow down. Looking up, he noticed that she was slowly falling asleep.

Taemin gripped the duvet and pulled it down. Sliding up the bed, he rested against the extra pillow and pulled the blanket up around them. Storm rolled into him and nestled against his side. Smiling he wrapped his arms around her and slowly fell into sleep.