LOVERBOY → SF9 INDA | TAENI | JUWOON ZUWOON

the first one

THIS WORK CONTAINS DARK ELEMENTS.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Chanhee wakes up to a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him still and possessively. He sinks slowly backwards, feeling the grip loosen before he's drawn fast to the body behind him once again. He smiles tiredly.

"Good morning, baby," Taeyang murmurs, his tone low next to Chanhee's ear. He lightens his squeezing on the younger's sides, instead replacing it by carelessly throwing his leg over the other's, anchoring them both to the bed. "Sleep well?"

Chanhee smiles at the way Taeyang's breath brushes gently against his neck. Slowly, he nods, turning in Taeyang's grasp to press closer to the older. "Yeah, I did," he yawns, "did you?"

The dark haired man hums, closing his eyes. "Yeah."

"That's good," Chanhee breathes, reaching up to wrap his arms around the other's neck. "I think you should call out of work today." He murmurs. "Stay home with me instead, okay? We can do whatever you want..." Chanhee offers, mischievously ghosting his lips over the other's.

Taeyang rolls his eyes, closing the distance between them for only a fraction of a second before pulling away. "You know I can't do that," he mumbles, pouting. "I'd love to spend the day with you, though... How about we do as much as we can before I go in, and then tonight I'll take you out and make up for the interruption?"

Chanhee has a bad feeling settling in his stomach when the other confirms that he has to go into work. He hesitantly nods, burying his face against the older's shirt in hopes that it'll calm his nerves in some way. "Okay," he agrees softly, squeezing his eyes closed.

Taeyang laughs, sliding his leg off of the other before attempting to get out of bed. Chanhee stays glued to his front, though, and the dark haired man huffs before peeling him off and stepping out of bed.

Immediately, though, he reaches back and drags Chanhee back against himself, hugging the younger as he wraps his legs around his hips.

"You're so cute," Taeyang hums, kissing the top of the other's head gently. "Fuck, I wanna stay home with you so bad..."

"You still can," Chanhee knows the other can't. He knows that his job is set in stone with no room for negotiation.

"I wish," Taeyang allows the other to slide off of his lap, and he sighs. "How're your legs, baby?"

"Fine," Chanhee glances down, not wanting to pay much mind to the injuries. Taeyang huffs.

"Just because you can't feel it doesn't mean it's fine."

"I'm fine!" Chanhee stands, waving the other off quickly, smiling. "It's fine, I'm okay."

Taeyang raises an eyebrow but doesn't press the other, shrugging before he nods. "Alright. Just make sure you clean them again today... Just in case." He adds on softly. Chanhee nods swiftly.

"I will, I will." He walks over to his dresser, digging through it for a moment before looking up to Taeyang as he stands and stretches. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"Hmm? Alright," Taeyang yawns, "do you want me to make anything for breakfast?"

"Nah. Let's go out," Chanhee shakes his head. Taeyang agrees before leaving the bedroom, and Chanhee sighs.

He still feels an uncomfortable sense of dread hanging over him, but he tries to ignore it as best as he can as he grabs his clothes from the dresser.