I know that I told you guys I'm going to write Jaeyong NSFW first, but I feel terribly sad at the moment. I think my mood suits this so...
“Lee Taeyong,” his brother had called in a reprimanding tone, “you’re late.”
On the way back to the university, Jaehyun kept thinking about Taeyong.
He was completely taken by surprise when Yunho and Taeyong walked up to him.
“Damn, she’s so pretty,” Yunhyeong had muttered to Eunwoo. “Hey, Jae, do you think she’s pretty?”
“Oh, sorry. I’m bad at remembering names,” Taeyong had said bashfully, scratching his arm. “Are you here to ask for a seedling?”
“We’re giving out pots with seedlings, do you want one?” Truth to what Taeyong said, Jaehyun saw more than thirty seedlings inside the booth. “What kind of plants do you like?”
“But!” Jaehyun had exclaimed. “I don’t think it would be such a bad idea...”
Hesitantly, Jaehyun nodded his slowly, unsure if he was really doing the right thing. Taeyong then went inside the booth.
“Ask for the girl’s name and number in exchange for me,” Yunhyeong whispered discreetly behind him.
“What?” Jaehyun whispered back. “No.”
“My family’s rich.”
“Just do it, man!”
“Taeyong-hyung?” Taeyong, who was rearranging the pots outside, looked in his and his friends’ way, dusting his hand off.
“What’s her name?” Jaehyun pointed at the girl who was smiling and talking happily to the other students.
“Is she your type?”
Not knowing what Taeyong’s major was, Jaehyun had to think hard from scratch. All he knew was Taeyong was a junior, considering he was a candidate for the presidency of his brother’s organization.
“Taeyong, I have to leave now, take care of him, okay?”
“You should rest for a few days,” was what he remembered the nurse said as she exited the room to get something, leaving the two of them.
“Nothing,” he remembered replying to the question. But really, he was just happy that although he got into an accident, he got to see Taeyong and spend time with him. His craving for the guy was finally over.
“Hey, hyung,” he’d called, “it’s alright. I shouldn’t have gone that fast, anyway.”
“It’s really not.”
An idea crept into his mind.
He instantly felt scared the moment those words left his lips. Taeyong looked at him, blinking. He must’ve come too strong.
“...I’ll give it to you...”
Little did Jaehyun know that, right there, right then, was the start of the next chapter of his life.
It turned out that Taeyong had an exam to take that day, so Jaehyun tried to convince the older to go to his class instead.
“What do you want?”
“Just go get it.”
“Taeyong-hyung?” Jaehyun sat up immediately, wide-eyed. “W-What are you doing here?”
Taeyong pursed his lips, his hold on his tote bag tightening. The latter smiled guiltily. “You never texted me...so, I got really worried...”
“Wait,” Yunhyeong intervened, “haven’t you been preoccupied by your phone these past few days?”
“You mean you never sent him a message?”
Taeyong looked at the blushing Jaehyun obliviously, blinking in confusion.
“Just go order food for the three of us,” Jaehyun said dismissively, to which he earned a small laugh from Yunhyeong.
And that’s what Taeyong did.
That was the first time Jaehyun was able to taste Taeyong’s specialty, bulgogi.
When Taeyong noticed that he was struggling due to his right injured right arm, the older offered to help and fed him, to which he became flustered about.
“You kept the plant,” Taeyong once told him when the latter was changing his comforter, glancing at him with a smile. “Asters are beautiful once they bloom.”
“I’m sure there is, like, I don’t know, what your major is and such.”
“That’s because you barely know anyone.”
“How did you know?”
“Your hyung told me. He’s also the one who told me where you’re staying. I was kinda surprised he didn’t know you got into an accident.”
“You’re really close to Yunho-hyung, huh?” Jaehyun asked carefully, his gaze seemingly like that of a snake watching his prey, perusing the guy across from him.
“Yeah, but I’m friends with his friend whom he grew up with, Sungjae. He mentioned those things to me before. Taeyong-hyung and I became close back at the start of second semester of sophomore year.”
At the time, Jaehyun felt threatened for reasons he couldn’t explain. He was already annoyed at the fact that Taeyong might have been harboring feelings for his older brother.
With a small laugh, Jaehyun typed in, /Yes, boss./
At some point on his journey to Taeyong’s workplace, there was a voice inside his head, asking him if what he was doing was the right thing and stopped him in his tracks.
During those days, Jaehyun didn’t realize how he’d had forgotten the loss and emptiness he’d been feeling ever since his ex, Seulgi, left him shortly after high school.
“I-I just got here, hyung,” he stuttered, noticing how adorable Taeyong looked with his hair messed up after wearing a hat for too long. It was too distracting. “My arm is better now… Shall we go…?”
There was a couple of alphabet blocks near the door which Taeyong was pointing at. Nodding with a smile, Jaehyun replied, “Yeah, sure. Take your time, hyung.”
Under the friendly sky of Seoul, Jaehyun walked by Taeyong side in silence. For him, it was an awkward one, although the other seemed to think otherwise. He wanted to start a conversation, but he didn’t know exactly what to talk about.
A breeze passed by their faces, kissing both of them in the process, making them shiver. Jaehyun inhaled deeply, pocketing both of his hands before clearing his throat and scooting closer.
Despite the restaurant having dried flowers, leaves, and ferns dangling around the ceiling and covering the shelves, it was nothing cheap.
“Uh… Yoonoh.” Taeyong started rubbing the scar near his eye, finding the words to say. “I-I haven’t received my paycheck yet...”
“It isn’t,” Jaehyun agreed, motioning for the waiter to come to their table mid-sentence, “but I want to.”
The reason? In order to have another excuse to be with Lee Taeyong.
It was after one of the meetings held by the organization when Jaehyun finally reached his limits.
Jaehyun let go of Taeyong’s wrist, breathing heavily with clenched jaw and pursed lips.
“Then stop acting like one!”
“Stop what?” Taeyong asked provocatively. “Telling you how you’re like a kid?”
“I said stop it.”
“Well,” Taeyong said in a challenging tone, “maybe if you stop acting like one.”
Slowly, Taeyong took another couple of steps back before turning on his heel and making a full sprint, leaving Jaehyun’s heart in the open space of the university like a mosaic of broken hearts.
Taeyong avoided him like a plague. When he would enter the same room where Taeyong was, the latter would make an excuse to walk away.
“Well, for starters, you barely eat and you’re always distracted in class. Don’t even try to deny it.”
That did it for Jaehyun. Without even a jiffy passing by, he hastily sat up, whipping his head at his friends. Eunwoo stifled a laugh.
“Just spill it, Jung,” Eunwoo said.
“But this is a good thing, though,” Eunwoo interjected.
There were always rumors circulating around in school about her, whether it was about her being the biggest bully, cheating on exams, and sleeping around. Personally, Jaehyun have seen the first and second out of the three.
Once she saw Jaehyun, her eyes immediately went from those of a lioness to an innocent kitten. “Y-Yoonoh, why are you here?”
“I-I was just teaching her a lesson b-because she...” Seulgi fidgeted her fingers, clearly in distraught. “S-She was the one spreading r-rumors about me.”
“T-That’s not tr—”
The second major red flag was during one of the major exams in their last year of high school.
Exam day came, and Jaehyun was prepared. He had a pretty decent sleep.
Immediately after Jaehyun saw the math test paper, he was in so much shock, so much that he had to turn his head and look at Seulgi who seemed to be so busy answering the test paper.
Now, proctors in their school don’t let the students have food while having an exam, but they let students drink any kind of beverage in able to ease nerves.
She called Seulgi and the rest of the students who had a coke on their desks, telling them to stand and speak up.
But the ones involved did not utter a single syllable, resulting for the proctor to get angrier. “Okay, so none of you will take?!”
There was still dead silence.
“No!” It was Seulgi. “I-It’s Lee Saerom’s fault. I-It was her idea. We just went along with it...”
“Saerom, d-don’t deny it, please! We’re going to be in a lot of trouble if we still keep this up,” Seulgi /begged,/ her eyes beginning to moist.
This time, Lee Saerom was already shedding tears. She clearly was getting frustrated for being in that position. Jaehyun pitied her, because he had already predicted what was about to go down. He couldn’t believe that this was really happening.
“I-If you don’t believe me, look inside her bag. There are still a lot of printed layout you can find in there. S-She showed it off to us earlier...”
Of course, like the naive high school boy that he was, he didn’t want it.
“Where are we headed anyway?” Jaehyun complained. “And what are we exactly going to do?”
“Yeah, because Kim Dongyoung’s species is a great threat to society. He’s a danger to the human race.”
“Even if I threaten you that I’d stop cooking for you if you don’t come with me today?”
“What if I do your laundry for the rest of the week?”
“Oh.” Eunwoo nodded in pretense defeat. “I guess I’ll just tell Wendy and /Taeyong-hyung/ to forget about it and start a new research about something else, eh?”
“Oh,” Yunhyeong muttered in realization, supporting Eunwoo’s statement before facing the latter. “Didn’t you mention to me that the idea behind your and Wendy’s research topic originally came from Taeyong-hyung?”
“Yes?” Eunwoo asked immediately, facing Jaehyun.
In all honesty, during that time, Jaehyun didn’t know what to do, but he just let things go with the flow.
“I never thought it was this serious,” Jaehyun even yelled over the protest in astonishment as he watched the solidarity of students before him.
As soon as Taeyong saw him, Jaehyun noticed that the former was distancing himself. So, Jaehyun kept to himself for a short while while observing Taeyong who was silently watching the protest, mumbling the same words.
Amidst the never-ending sea of students, their respective groups proceeded to do their tasks. Jaehyun, along with Eunwoo and Taeyong, began to give out survey forms.
It went on for hours. Eunwoo eventually left the two of them to go to the university faculty and staff to conduct their survey there.
The sun had completely set when they finished. Students have slowly dispersed and left the campus gradually.
Taeyong nodded, watching the younger leisurely walk to the direction of freedom park.
Jaehyun came to a full stop but didn’t turn around. Frankly, he wasn’t expecting Taeyong to open it up, but he guessed the silver-haired guy could be pretty unpredictable, mostly in a good way.
“Yes…” Taeyong muttered under his breath with closed eyes. “J-Just tell me…”
“You always take time to help others. You always make time to squeeze social work into your schedule.
Jaehyun nodded, finally blinking down the tears. “Is this because of Yunho-hyung?”
“I like Yunho-hyung,” Taeyong repeated in between cries.
“I do…” Taeyong answered almost immediately. “But there’s nothing wrong with hoping, right?”
A couple of steps—Taeyong took a couple of steps until he was in front of Jaehyun. Slowly with hesitation, he took Jaehyun’s face in between his palms, making him stare in his own bloodshot eyes.
/But there’s nothing wrong with hoping, right?/
“Did he tell you if he likes anyone?” Eunwoo asked, taking a shot of his own before scrunching his face.
“He’s your brother?” Yook Sungjae repeated in surprise. “Wow, I had no idea. Taeyong really likes Jung Yunho. He’s actually all he talks about when we’re together.”
“Look what you did!” Yunhyeong scolded Yook Sungjae before turning to Jaehyun. “Dude, are you seriously going to just give up just because Taeyong-hyung likes Yunho-hyung?”
“Then, instead of drowning yourself with alcohol, why don’t we just think of ways to make him fall for you?”
“I don’t think it’s that easy.” Jaehyun heaved a deep sigh. “He sees me as a kid. I just got brother zoned.”
“Sounds like you just wanna give up.”
“Song Yunhyeong, it’s not about you,” Eunwoo jested. “Anyway, please continue.”
“But that’s because he feels bad.”
“I can’t remember, but we’ve hung out many times,” Jaehyun replied, not really sure where the conversation was going.
“...He’s never turned me down...” Jaehyun muttered in realization.
“Nobody told me we have a philosopher here, huh?” Yunhyeong chimed in with a chuckle.”Don’t tell me that’s what you did to get Joy…?”
“You’re lying...” Yunhyeong muttered, not believing Sungjae in the slightest, but the latter just shrugged his shoulders and took another shot of soju.
“Hyung.” Jaehyun smiled sheepishly, showing the dimples on his cheek.
“Oh my God. Is he your boyfriend?” Taeyong’s classmate asked incredulously which made Jaehyun confused for a millisecond. “You snatched a pretty handsome one.”
“Oh, my friends are here,” the female said distractively. “Bye!”
Jaehyun then noticed the paper bag Taeyong was holding. “That looks heavy. What’s that?”
In a swift move, Jaehyun took the paper bag from Taeyong which surprised the latter.
“...Carrying it for you…?”
“You don’t have to do that. I can carry it myself.”
Taeyong held back a small laugh. “Just kidding. Seriously though, you should’ve told me that Eunwoo hasn’t been coming. I could’ve cooked for you.”
“H-huh?” came his stuttered reply.
Yunhyeong let out a small laugh. “Sometimes, realization hits us in the most random times.”
“We still would’ve waited for you...”
“Hey lovebirds, cut that out,” Yunhyeong cheekily intervened, to which he received laughs from the others except from Taeyong and Jaehyun. “Let’s get going.”
“...Yet…” Eunwoo pointed out.
“How was your exam?” Taeyong suddenly said as he looked at Jaehyun, their gazes crossing.
“Yup,” Taeyong replied, bopping Jaehyun’s tall, pointed nose with his index finger, smiling.
“T-That’s enough,” Taeyong intervened. “So...how are your exams?”
“Ugh, I regret taking up applied statistics,”Yunhyeong responded, massaging his temples with his eyes closed.
“Everything did, but the assurance that I’d get a high grade is out of the picture.”
“Why, though?” Eunwoo questioned.
“So, from fisheries to what, then?”
“What about you, hyung, do you ever plan on changing major, minor, or specialization?” Jaehyun asked in curiosity as he chugged down his beer.
Taeyong let out a small laugh, taking a swig from his beer. “I originally wanted to take up astronomy or astrophysics.”
“Speaking of hometown,” Sungjae started, “are you sure you’re not going home for the winter break?”
“I’m just asking. My offer stands still.”
“What are you saying, you can just go on dates.”
“You’re talking rubbish.” Taeyong muttered, proceeding on taking another swig of his beer. “Let’s just drop the subject.”
“Yoonoh,” Taeyong cut off, “just drop it.”
“That’s too bad...” Wendy muttered, drinking her beer. “I was planning on tagging along with you guys.”
“But I thought you were going to go back to the states to spend the winter break with your family?” Eunwoo asked in curiosity.
“Uh, cooking?” Jaehyun said, unsure why Yunhyeong was asking the obvious.
“But you don’t cook.”
“Now, I do.”
“Yeah.” Jaehyun scratched his nape in embarrassment as a smile played on his lips. “I practiced doing it this week. I’ve actually been wanting to learn how to cook because it looked so much fun. And besides, I need to learn how to cook.”
/Yeah,/ Jaehyun smiled wholeheartedly, /the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, after all./
Warning!!! There's going to be explicit smut in one of the future updates. Skip it if you're uncomfortable.
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Building structures were small and homey compared the ones in Seoul where buildings were sky high, and personal space was nonexistent.
“Hey, uncles, how many times have I told you to just address me by my first name,” Sungjae said in embarrassment, earning a laugh from everyone else.
“But why didn’t you just call over for the van?” Taeyong asked in curiosity, looking at Sungjae in wonder.
Jaehyun looked at Taeyong, Taeyong’s eyes specifically, and saw concern.
“I haven’t seen you in so long, Taeyong,” the driver started half a minute into driving. “How have you been?”
“Sometimes, Papa can be too much,” Taeyong remarked in self-consciousness.
“Your boyfriend, what’s his name?”
“The one sitting next to you…?” the driver said, unsure.
“What’s his name?”
“Yoonoh,” came Eunwoo’s response. “Jung Yoonoh is his name, Uncle.”
“Cha Eunwoo!” Jaehyun yelled, punching the passenger seat’s headrest. “You better shut up.”
The moment they arrived at the Lee residence, Jaehyun was the first one to get out, not really liking the mood inside the car.
“Let me help you with that,” Taeyong softly muttered.
“I don’t know, really,” Jaehyun replied truthfully, “but I’ve been doing things to show him that I’m not a kid like he makes me seem to be.”
“I know that, sometimes, your emotions get the best of you,” Eunwoo muttered, pocketing his hands inside his thick, red padded jacket,
Jaehyun nodded in silence.
Amidst the cold, Jaehyun stared at the house where Taeyong grew up, thinking.
“Yoonoh, Eunwoo!” Taeyong called from the door. “Come in, it’s cold out there!”
“I’m Lee Sangyoon,” the man said with a genuine smile on his face as he sat across from Jaehyun and Eunwoo. “Thank you for taking care of my son in Seoul.”
“Papa, I’m older than them.”
“But I’m curious, Yongshik,” Mr. Lee started, facing Taeyong, “who’s the guy you claim to be like Hyunjae?”
“Taeyong’s younger brother.”
“He went straight home. He’s with our other friends, actually. But since we can’t fit here and he’s with his girlfriend, they went straight to the Yooks,” explained Taeyong.
Instantly, Taeyong’s face heat up, feeling another potential awkward tension he didn’t want to be involved in. Fortunately, one of his father’s co-farmer went looking for his father.
“I have to go now, you go finish your tea and settle in Taeyong’s room,” Mr. Lee reminded them.
“Where are you going, Pa?”
“I need to store the crops on-farm.”
“But it’s too cold outside!”
“Your father’s really sweet, hyung,” Jaehyun commented, drinking his cup of tea. “Now, I really miss my dad.”
“Wait,” Jaehyun said, “Eunwoo and I are going to be sharing your room?”
Taeyong nodded slowly. “Yeah, why?”
“But where will you sleep later?”
“Uh… In my brother’s room…?”
“What happened to you two?” Taeyong asked as soon as he saw them with tired eyes, clad in multiple layers of clothing.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you that we don’t have heater here,” Taeyong uttered in realization. “I’m really sorry about that.”
“Hello, I’m Jung Yoonoh.”
“I’m Cha Eunwoo.”
“Are you cold?”
“Can I be honest?” Jaehyun asked with a hint of laugh. “I am.”
With the beat of his heart accentuating, Jaehyun faced Taeyong in all his might, staring at the silver-haired guy’s eyes unfalteringly.
The clock that hung on the wall was the loudest it had ever been, its tick reverberating through the thin walls of Taeyong’s room.
Slowly, Jaehyun felt one of Taeyong’s arms circle his waist underneath the covers. His stare intensified, eyebrows scrunching.
Eventually, the two of them fell asleep in that position;
“Call me, Jaehyun,” Jaehyun replied. “And I’m hugging you. It’s really, really cold, hyung. I need more warmth.”
The night before they had to go back in Seoul, Jaehyun changed into something comfortable after showering, while Taeyong faced the wall.
“Jaehyun…?” Taeyong called once he noticed that Jaehyun was acting weird. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, hyung,” Jaehyun answered, avoiding the older’s gaze.
“Y-Yes, hyung...” Jaehyun closed his eyes, his breath fanning over Taeyong’s lips.
“Y-Yoonoh...” came Taeyong’s defeated plea.
“Call me Jaehyun, hyung,” Jaehyun whispered in Taeyong’s ear before licking the latter’s earlobe lasciviously. “You taste so fucking good… Fuck, touch me, too, hyung. Could you do it for me…?”
Slowly, he guided Taeyong, pushing and pulling on his cock in a slow paced manner.
The whole time, he was watching Taeyong who was focused on jerking him off.
“Oh, fuck,” Jaehyun moaned lowly. “Hyung, your mouth is so hot. And your lips are so addicting. It fits your mouth just right.”
Like a pet obeying his owner, Taeyong tried to take more of Jaehyun’s cock until he reached the end.
That halted Jaehyun’s movement. “No?”
With reddened cheeks, Taeyong nodded. “Y-Yunho-hyung and I had a drunken night and things escalated quickly...”
“Did you like it?” Jaehyun’s menacing voice was frightening, almost as if he wasn’t the Jaehyun Taeyong had always known. “No, don’t answer that. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember you had sex with him.”
“Yeah?” Jaehyun teased, slapping Taeyong’s ass cheek. “Do you really want it, hyung?”
“Y-Yes, just please...”
“Are you alright, hyung?” Jaehyun questioned, his aggressiveness completely replaced by worry as soon as he saw Taeyong writhed in pain, face scrunched. “Do you want me to pull out?”
Not wanting to hurt the love of his life, Jaehyun stayed absolutely still, careful not to make any movement that would bring pain to the older.
“Yes!” came Taeyong’s immediate response. “I want it faster and harder!”
All night long, the room was filled with lewd and sensual moans and sounds of passionate love-making and heated kisses.
“I-I’m cumming, too!” Jaehyun whispered with ragged breath.
In spite of being in all his glory, Jaehyun stood up, his manhood hanging loosely.
“Y-Your thing is big...” Taeyong grumbled like a little kid. “W-Why do you even need to ask?”
“There’s no need to be feisty,” Jaehyun taunted, laughing at his own antics and the older’s cuteness. “I just wanted to know.”
“You’re so cute, hyung.” Jaehyun smiled genuinely, lying on his back under the covers beside Taeyong before staring at the ceiling once again.
Jaehyun heaved a deep sigh, smiling wistfully. “...What does this makes us exactly, hyung…?”
“I-I’m so scared, Yoonoh,” Taeyong responded into Jaehyun’s chest, his voice muffled. “I-I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you...”
“What you just said, could you repeat it?”
Upon hearing that, only did Taeyong realize what came out of his mouth. “It’s not what—”
“But what?” Jaehyun cut off.
“But I l-like Yunho-hyung...”
“I-I don’t know...” Taeyong sniffed. “I-I’m scared, Yoonoh.”
Jaehyun’s hold tightened. “I love you, too, hyung. Let’s have each other’s back.”
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When Jaehyun wasn’t busy doing those or studying, he’d come over Taeyong and Sungjae’s shared room and hang around there.
Jaehyun made sure that Taeyong wouldn’t regret being with him.
“No!” was Jaehyun’s immediate response, plastering a smile on his face. “I-I’m just surprised, is all. Yunho-hyung said there’s an emergency, so I got kind of worried. Good thing it’s just you.”
Unbeknownst to Jaehyun, Taeyong wanted to surprise him with a takeaway dinner from that same restaurant.
The following day, Jaehyun tried contacting Taeyong after his exam.
Jaehyun couldn’t remember how long he sat on the couch, waiting for the love of his life to walk through that door. Once Taeyong did, Jaehyun looked at the older’s surprised face turned into a frown.
“Nothing, I’m just busy,” came Taeyong’s dull reply.
“I’m not avoiding you.”
“Then look at me, hyung,” Jaehyun insisted, grabbing Taeyong by the arm without too much force.
“Stop saying nonsense. Just go home.”
“Hyung,” Jaehyun greeted, giving Sungjae a nod of acknowledgment, “what’s up?”
“That’s what he told me. I’m seriously hoping you’re not fooling my best friend, Yoonoh, because if you are, I’m going to beat you up.”
“From Taeyong,” Sungjae replied. “If you are indeed not on a date with a girl, then why is he saying that?”
“I don’t know...”
Jaehyun gawked at that, speechless. The whole time, he realized all of these were mere misunderstanding. He couldn’t help but let out an incredulous breath, raking his hand through his soft, light brown hair.
“It’s been so long since we’ve gathered like this,” Yunhyeong claimed, taking a piece of pork belly and popping it into his mouth. “How’ve you been Taeyong-hyung?”
“Not really well. I took an exam two weeks ago and it went okay, but the night before that, I was supposed to study. And I did, actually. But then Yunho-hyung called, telling me there was an emergency.
“From now on, if there’s something wrong, you have to consult me first, hm?” Taeyong nodded. “And the same goes for me, hyung. If I feel like there’s something, I’ll come and talk to you.”
“This doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you, though.”
It was right after Jaehyun’s sophomore year in university when he bought an apartment and moved in there together with Taeyong much to the latter’s hesitance.
Originally, Taeyong didn’t like the idea. Of course, he wanted to always be with Jaehyun, but there were some things to consider.
From there, Jaehyun’s job switched to purchasing agent, sales representative, and then back to management trainee within the company.
“Taeyong, you know our life isn’t there!” Jaehyun yelled in frustration as he come home one night to Taeyong’s proposal for them to settle in Taeyong’s hometown.
Taeyong didn’t reply, proceeding to look at the floor as tears built up in his eyes and took the fall.
“I wasn’t in love with him and you’re not a second option...”
“But you liked my brother...”
“I got a job in the local health center as a primary care physician…” Taeyong responded, his voice small. “The pay wasn’t much compared here, but it was alright…”
“You’re forgiven,” Jaehyun muttered with a stoic face.
With a heavy heart, Jaehyun left the house and went to Joy and Sungjae’s house in order to unwind.
“No, thanks,” Jaehyun replied. “I already ate dinner with Joy and Sungjae-hyung.”
“...Is that so…?”
“Yeah, I’m going to bed,” Jaehyun uttered in finality. “Good night.”
“I love you, too.” Jaehyun smiled. This time, he smiled like the weight was finally off his chest. “You’re such a baby sometimes. Come to think of it, we never had any pet names.”
“It came from your own mouth that you act childish,” Jaehyun asked playfully to ease the previous tension. “What about honey?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
Taeyong only nodded.
Their biggest fight up to date that time left a lasting impact in their relationship.
“Hyung?” He had called. “What’s the matter? Why did you come without giving me a heads up?”
“Sure...” Jaehyun trailed off, stepping aside to give way to his brother.
Yunho sat down on the sofa, rubbing both of his hands in agitation, giving Taeyong a forced smile.
“What do you want,” Taeyong asked, “juice, coffee, tea, or just water?”
When Taeyong left to the kitchen to make tea, Jaehyun sat down on the opposite chair where Yunho sat, trying to calm his nerves down. “Hyung, seriously, you’re making me nervous. Is there something I need to know?”
“The doctor initially said that it wasn’t too serious. So, we didn’t think it was necessary to tell you. We didn’t wanna worry you...” Yunho explained, avoiding Jaehyun’s gaze.
As those words escaped Yunho’s lips, Jaehyun felt his world collapsing right before his eyes.
Hysteria overtook Jaehyun, his sobs echoing through the walls.
Yunho stayed with them that day to keep an eye on Jaehyun, afraid that the younger Jung might do something stupid.
Beside him, Taeyong stirred in his sleep, leaning in Jaehyun’s personal space and resting his head on the latter’s broad shoulder.
Upon climbing down the cab in front of the venue of Mrs. Jung’s funeral wake, it felt as if something was holding Jaehyun back.
“Yoonoh, calm down first,” Krystal intervened, rising from her seat. Beside her, Mr. Jung just looked down, unable to take in what was happening.
“Because we knew you would take it to heart!”
Gradually, Jaehyun learned to accept the fact that his parents were indeed gone. Wherever they are, he was sure they were happy and are happy. At the same time, it triggered something in him.
Lee Taeyong /is/ timeless, absolutely untroubled by the passage of time. He’s eternal, everlasting.
“Kinda thirsty, yeah.”
“Should I get you a glass of water?”
“Why are you like that?” Jaehyun whined like a little kid, glaring at his lover. “Can’t I show some affection to my honey?”
“A kid who will make you scream in bed after you’re done ironing.”
“Jung Yoonoh!” Taeyong glared at Jaehyun, beet red at the thought of having morning sex.
But all Jaehyun received was a slap on the arm.
It was on a sparkling Sunday afternoon. Jaehyun was sitting inside a high-end restaurant, his table surrounded by his friends whom he’d set up a meet-up with the previous week.
“Finally,” Sungjae shrieked, slapping the round table quite hard, “I’ve actually been waiting for you to actually make the move.”
“Are you a hundred percent about this, Yoonoh?” Yunhyeong asked skeptically, drinking a glass of water.
“Rather than divorced man,” Eunwoo intervened, “Yunhyeong is more like a widowed man with hopes of marrying Wendy as his ex-wife.”
“Babe, he actually planned on proposing to Wendy before they broke up,” Sungjae explained.
“Hey!” Yunghyeong exclaimed. “Why did the conversation suddenly shifted about me?”
“Man, you sound so fucking cheesy.” Yunhyeong made a disgusted face.
At that, Yunhyeong no longer replied.
“So, what I’m thinking is...”
Jaehyun’s next and final stop was Ttangkkeut.
“I’ve been doing great, Pa.” Jaehyun smiled back in response, the familiarity rolling in his tongue like it had always been ever since he started using it—cozy, homey even.
Mr. Lee’s smile slowly disappeared, alarmed by Jaehyun’s sudden serious tone. “What is it…?”
“P-Pa, sorry if I sh-shock you.” Jaehyun guiltily looked down, biting his bottom lip. “I just… I just think it’s the right time. I-I really want to get your blessing and approval before I do anything.”
“No, Pa, I’m the one who’s lucky to have him,” Jaehyun reassured Mr. Lee, smiling dreamily to himself.
With reddened cheeks, Taeyong tapped Jaehyun on the arm, a bit sheepish at the blatant public display of affection. “H-Hey, stop. People are looking...”
Jaehyun received a warm hug and a kiss on the lips because of that, to which the students cooed and squealed.
Upon arriving at the venue, they set up tents and did the things they used to do back when they were still part of the organization.
All of them changed into a lilac shirt.
Jaehyun finally gave everyone the go signal. Sungjae nodded, dramatically removing the blindfold.
Meanwhile, the kids, who was facing Taeyong’s back, started singing the chorus of The Starlight is Falling by Bye Bye Sea in perfect harmonization to the sound of Wendy’s strumming.
The first thing he noticed from Taeyong’s confused reaction was how cute.
“Yoonoh...” At this point, Taeyong was already ugly crying, each word Jaehyun verbalized piercing through him, leaving him breathless and weak.
“—And Yunhyeong is… I don’t even have words for him—”
And through the tears, bloodshot eyes, trembling knees, and quivering lips, Taeyong answered, “Yes...”
The difference of how Jaehyun was compared to being engaged was noticeable.
They still had small disagreements, but nothing was blown out of proportion.
“I know,” Jessica reiterated. “And for that, we’re deeply sorry.”
“Is that so…?” Jaehyun trailed off, looking at Jessica’s bowed head. Meanwhile, Krystal was still glaring at him. Taeyong hit him lightly in the arm.
“Yoonoh,” Taeyong called in a reprimanding tone before smiling guiltily at the Jung sisters.
“I’m sorry, too.” Krystal bowed her head, but her facial expression remained the same.
“I’m sorry, too, Krystal, Jessica-noona.” Taeyong forced a smile.
“Why are you apologizing to them?!”
“I think this one really suits you well.” Eunwoo motioned for him to turn around and show his back side.
“Are you sure?” Jaehyun observed the piece in the mirror. It was an Italian white satin tailcoat and pants, embroidered with gold drako, partnered with mao collar and rhinestones. “This kinda looks unconventional for a wedding tuxedo.”
The night before the wedding day, Jaehyun slept at Yunhyeong’s place, together with his friends, Eunwoo and Sungjae. He wasn’t much of a superstitious, but following it wouldn’t hurt either. He didn’t want to be bothered by the thought of it, so he did what he had to do.
“So,” Eunwoo started, “are you ready, lover boy?”
“Damn right, I am. You got a problem with that?”
“It’s so fascinating to see how your love for him never faltered after all these years. A decade. How can you even last that long?”
“You two are so fucking noisy,” Sungjae interjected into the conversation as he emerged to the dining room, yawning, with his bed hair.
The three of them argued for a solid a minute and a half before Yunhyeong woke up, joining them at the table.
That was the most anxious Jaehyun had ever been in his entire life. He carefully wore his suit, not wanting to crease his clothes even the tiniest bit.
“Shut up.” Jaehyun checked his wristwatch underneath his sleeve. “Aren’t you guys finished yet?”
“Whatever, just hurry up. We’re about to start in thirty minutes.”
Ten minutes before the actual ceremony, Yunhyeong positioned himself on the right side at the front.
“Uncle Sangyoon called,” Sungjae started, “they’re already on their way.”
As soon as it came to a halt, its passenger door facing the garden, Jaehyun could feel every pump of his heart.
Taeyong manifested himself into the eyes of the people, holding a bouquet of asters, and everyone was completely taken aback by his beauty. He was wearing a white suit, complementing not only his silver hair but also his skin.
As Jaehyun has always described him, Taeyong looked so otherworldly, so celestial, so heavenly.
After all this time, Taeyong could still make Jaehyun feel things.
“That’s the first time I’m hearing this!”
Jaehyun let out a small laugh, wiping the tears from his damp cheeks.
The two of them looked at each other first; Taeyong blushing from all the eyes on them and Jaehyun wanting everyone to see that Lee Taeyong was finally tied to him.
anw, i kinda miscalculated. there's another update before the present time, bc i need to write how-
btw, i'm planning on separating the thread for the present time bc this twt is already around 40k words. i'm afraid that the thread would break if i continued updating here.
do you think i should make another thread? lemme know
do you think i should do when this fic ends? (this fic isn't about to end. we're only halfway, i think)
“Just tired...” Taeyong assure, plastering a fake smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jaehyun, but he decided not to berate his husband any further.
“It was really great.” There was a smile that automatically played on Taeyong’s lips as he looked down, thinking about the kids at the orphanage.
“It’s a promise.”
There it was again, the awkward silence between them. The only sound could be heard were the ticking of the wall clock and the clinking of the utensils in the dining area. For a couple of minutes, nobody spoke.
“Honey…?” Taeyong called hesitantly, gulping nervously. “W-What do you think about adopting kids…?”
“I know we’ve only been married for a couple of months, but we’ve practically been together for more than a decade. And I really, really want to start a family with you, Jaehyun…”
“Why,” Jaehyun started, “am I not enough for you?”
“No, it’s not about that.” Taeyong swallowed, avoiding Jaehyun’s eyes by turning his head away.
“But I thought your lunch break is the only one affected by that.”
“Jaehyun, it’s part of my job.”
He was already dressed in his pajamas, waiting for his husband in bed when Taeyong arrived, completely drained from his hours of duty.
The following day, Jaehyun woke up to an empty bed, puzzled.
That went on for a couple of days until one day, Jaehyun could no longer take it.
“Yeah,” Jaehyun responded with a nod, “is he there?”
“He’s in the emergency room.” Kim Kibum put his hands inside his lab coat. “Do you want me to call him?”
“Huh?” Kim Kibum tilted his head, scrunching his eyebrows in the process. A look of confusion on his face.
“Overtime again?” Jaehyun asked in wonder. “What do you mean?”
“Sure, I’m on my coffee break anyway.”
By the end of Kim Kibum’s coffee break, Jaehyun sat inside the cafeteria, infuriated, angry, and betrayed.
Fingers intertwined tightly with his head down, Jaehyun didn’t respond. He rose abruptly from his seat before grabbing Taeyong by the arm, proceeding to drag the latter into his car.
“What are you saying?”
Taeyong was rendered speechless, guilty, and regretful. “You did nothing wrong.”
“Yoonoh, I’m tired. Let’s just go home and talk about this some other da—”
Jaehyun could feel his heart constricting, as if the muscles around it were closing in. He knew his husband like the back of his hand.
Jaehyun, at one point and at least to some extent, had been hurt by Taeyong, but it was always not deliberate, unintentional.
/It’s because I don’t wanna see you!/
Jaehyun felt so weak, so helpless. That night, he decided to distance himself, afraid that he’d make Taeyong more upset.
For three days, they stayed like that—sleeping in different beds, going to work separately, ditching lunch dates, and going home by themselves.
“It’s not easy,” Jaehyun responded with a sigh. “He wants to adopt kids, and I don’t think I’m ready yet.”
“Yeah, isn’t Taeyong always volunteering in a particular orphanage?” Seo Changbin questioned. “You know, our eldest isn’t blood-related to us.”
Those words kept replaying at the back of Jaehyun’s head.
“Jung,” Jaehyun answered. “I’m Jung Yoonoh, Lee Taeyong’s husband.”
A group of kids then came up to them, hugging Jaehyun by his thigh, rendering him immobile. His reaction was priceless, considering he was never really good with kids.
Jaehyun told Miss Kwon that he just wanted to know why his husband was always at the orphanage, so he decided to see itself on his own.
By the time he had to go home, he asked Mr. Kwon, “Are they always like that?”
“Why, you like them?” Miss Kwon asked with a smile to which Jaehyun responded with a rapid nod and a small smile. “Dr. Lee has a soft spot for them, actually. He really, really likes them.”
“O-Oh.” Jaehyun scratched his nape sheepishly, blinking. “I-I visited the orphanage you frequent to...”
Taeyong pulled back a little and looked at Jaehyun, nodding adorably. “I waited for you the whole day...”
Seeing that enchanting smile of Taeyong was one of the things Jaehyun loved and lived for.
It turned out that Minhyung was there since he was two while Jeno was one.
“What is it, hm?” Taeyong asked softly, giving the two a tight-lipped smile.
The kisses were sloppy, and Jaehyun could feel a remnant of saliva on his cheek, but he didn’t care.
Grabbing Taeyong’s hand with a smile, Jaehyun said, “We will.”
That was the start of their family.
In contrast to what Jaehyun initially thought, it turned out that Minhyung, or Mark with a silent /r/ as his younger brother called him, and Jeno weren’t really that difficult to love. The boys were meek, modest, and reverent.
“Yes, buddy. You.” Jaehyun pointed at Mark’s chest and then at Jeno’s. “Jeno, Me, and Papa Taeyong. We’re family now.”
“Okay, Daddy Jaehyun!” Jeno mimicked, bringing a smile to Jaehyun.
“Come here,” Jaehyun uttered, motioning for the kids to be in his arms. “Give Daddy a hug, will you, my babies?”
When Taeyong enrolled Mark to a nursery school, it felt like the start of world war three, as Jaehyun had witnessed.
It seemed too good to be true, Jaehyun initially thought. Coming home to your family, exhausted from work and being re-energized just by seeing your husband and your kids seemed like a make-believe,
Everyone loved Mark and Jeno—Hyunjae, Yunhyeong, Eunwoo and Moonbin, Wendy, Joy, Sungjae, Mr. Lee, Jessica and Krystal, Yunho, everyone. And Jaehyun was thankful for that.
Fortunately, the hospital where Taeyong used to work at welcome him with open arms.
It all started when Jaehyun, after so many years of working in the same company since he graduated, was promoted as a national sales director.
There, in the lobby, Taeyong’s eyes immediately lit up upon seeing his husband and his kids. Puzzled, he asked, “What are you guys doing here?”
“Is that so?” Taeyong’s eyes turned to his husband, giving him a smile. “What’s this important announcement that you have to drag the kids here, honey?”
With one of his hands on the steering wheel and another on Taeyong’s heart, Jaehyun drove down the familiar lanes, nostalgia surging through his mind as he was reminded of the times they spent in that place.
Once they arrived at the place, Taeyong said, “Honey...”
“I miss this place, and I’m sure you do, too. And since I have wonderful news to announce to you guys, I figured why not bring you all here?”
“Dad...” Jeno muttered. “You’re so embarrassing...”
“Tsk,” Jaehyun clucked his tongue. “Why are you always on their side?”
“You’ve got a weird taste, Dad.” It was Mark who uttered that, his eyes wandering at the country-like atmosphere of the restaurant, fascinated by its interior design.
“You’re right, Papa,” Jeno delicately said. “Now, I miss Gramps.”
Jaehyun ordered the food he and Taeyong frequently ordered before, the table being occupied almost entirely of the dishes.
“Yup.” Jaehyun nodded arrogantly, smirking.
“Congratulations, honey!” Before Jaehyun knew it, he was taken into his husband’s arms before being showered kisses all over his face.
“Congrats, Dad,” the teens said in unison, giving their dad a warm smile just as they went back to their food.
“The kids are here, you perv!”
“Lee Taeyong,” Jaehyun called in frustration one night, burying his face on both of his palms, rubbing it.
“Well, I don’t think that’s only how he felt about you.”
When Taeyong realized what he just did, his face contorted into that of a horror. One step—a look of regret. He took another, and another, but before he could even touch Jaehyun, the latter was out the door.
And then Kang Seulgi happened.
It was another awful day for Jaehyun, waking up feeling shitty and missing his family.
Kang Seulgi, if Jaehyun were being honest, had gotten more beautiful than she was.
“Oh my God.” Before he knew it, he was enclosed in a hug. In all honesty, he didn’t know what to do or say.
“I’ve been fine,” came Jaehyun’s plain reply, face devoid of emotion.
Jaehyun didn’t reply.
“It’s alright. It’s all in the past now, anyway.” Jaehyun gulped, extending his hand for a handshake.
With a vibrant smile, Kang Seulgi took the hand, shaking it.
“Uh.” Kang Seulgi pushed her hair on the back of her ear. “I was hoping we could grab something to eat and catch up?”
Jaehyun thought of his family at home. The urge to decline was strong, but he knew that once he got back in his hotel room, he’d just feel lonely. “Alright.”
They went to a night cafe nearby, the one he and Taeyong frequented during the early stage of the latter’s work. Jaehyun wanted to settle somewhere else but decided not to.
“I didn’t know you’re married already,” was the first thing Seulgi said when the waiter put their orders on their table.
“Is it someone I know?”
“No,” Jaehyun muttered, “I met him at university.”
“He must be so lucky to have you,” Seulgi commented, sipping on her coffee.
Although Jaehyun hadn’t wanted to know anything anymore about what really happened, Seulgi still chose to share it.
There a laugh that erupted in their table.
“I doubt Director Jung will do it, though! He’s under his husband, after all!”
Jaehyun remembered skipping work that day, spending the entire day crying in his hotel room, not knowing what to do.
But the home was empty, just like Jaehyun’s heart for the past months.
And in order to cope up, Kang Seulgi became his little secret.
“Sure, what is it?” Jaehyun asked without looking up.
At that, Jaehyun snapped his head in Seo Changbin’s direction. The latter was staring at him, eyes filled with, what seemed to be, pity.
Every word was piercing though Jaehyun, rendering him breathless.
“But where did it lead you?”
“I don’t know what to do.” Jaehyun sobbed.
“No, you certainly aren’t.”
The next morning, Seulgi handed her divorce papers. "Just get rid of him, and then we can finally live together."
“J-Just tell me...” a sob escaped Taeyong’s lips, his cries became muffled as he bury his face on his palms.
“I give up, Taeyong.” Jaehyun felt his heart clench at that. “I give up. Maybe we’ll be better off alone.”
“Why don’t we just get divorced?”
Jaehyun was so out of it that he decided to shove the divorce papers inside the closet without thinking before leaving the house.