Chapter 11

Miu lifted herself out of the bed and planted her feet on the cool wooden floor. Home?  
Taemin stared with confusion and curiosity as she began to undress. She paused and stared back gesturing a turning motion. 
Taemin regained his senses. "Oh..." he blushed and turned quickly, "sorry."
"Why am I at the royal academy of white?"
"We thought you didn't know what you were. It's protocol to inform the person of their species to prevent unwanted catastrophe."
"So you've been watching me?"
He bowed his head. "Yes."
"Black cloak, outside my windows each night?"
He spun around. "No, we're not..." he realised his position and turned, "stalkers." he said quietly.
"I'm decent"
Taemin stared down at his watch, "Let's get going. We're late." He began towards the door but turned towards Miu. "You look nice." But she'd already passed.
"Which way?"