inseperable; jaeyong

thirty four

'taeyong, open up before i call the police.' johnny finally yelled loud enough for taeyong to hear from his bedroom.

enough was enough. they were never going to leave him alone.

taeyong finally managed to lift himself off the bed weakly, his arms and legs ready to fail him and allow him to just drop on the wooden flooring.

he started off one leg at a time, weakly moving towards his front door as he hissed at the aching sensation of his bones finally cracking with movement. the freezing floor under his feet sent electric shots through his body, causing him to shiver in response.

he finally reached towards the door, his slender index finger lifting up to unlock to door.

then came johnny, bursting inside and scanning the room until his eyes dropped on the shorter, weary, pale taeyong in front of him.

'taeyong!' johnny pulled the younger against his body, holding the thin male into his larger arms.

despite being literally squashed, taeyong was anything but responsive, his eyes slowly feeling heavy. at last, johnny drew from him, examining to mess of a state taeyong was in.

'it's been fucking five days, taeyong! five fucking days!? you couldn't reply to us for five fucking days!?' johnny's voice grew angrier, lifting up taeyong's bony wrist. 'have you eaten at all?'

taeyong didn't reply. instead, he slowly removed his wrist from johnny's grip. johnny frowned at that, his eyes saddening as he sighed deeply.

'we were so fucking worried for you. doyoung has been calling for till unholy hours of the morning, taeyong.' johnny's voice was softer as he tried to get any sort of reaction from taeyong, failing miserably.

at last, johnny once again gripped taeyong's wrist gently, basically dragging him into his room, hissing at the smell that came from the darkened room. he immediately sat the younger down and moved into the bathroom, turning on the bath.

'what are you doing?' taeyong mumbled.

'now you talk?' johnny glanced back through the open door.

'what are you doing?' taeyong repeated in the same low, drowsy voice.

'giving you a bath.' johnny checked the temperature and turned on the cold side.

'i don't need one.'

'the hell you do. come here.' johnny lifted himself up from kneeling and approached the sitting taeyong.

'i don't want to.' taeyong muttered.

'i wasn't asking.' johnny glared at the male. without waiting for a further response, johnny pulled taeyong up and dragged him into the bathroom.

he gently removed taeyong's clothing starting with his t-shirt, then pants, taeyong trembling from the hit of a icy breeze.

'lay in the bath.' johnny demanded with a soft tone.

instead of arguing back out of pure exhaustion, taeyong dipped himself into the warm bath, his face shutting from the response to warmth.

without further discussion, johnny knelt back down, grabbing the sponge and gently sliding the sponge against taeyong's pale skin.

it had been a while since taeyong had received this sort of care ever. instead of fighting against it, he rested his head on the wall, his eyes blinking shut as johnny continued to run his hands throughout his body gracefully.

his already bloodshot eyes brimmed with tears as he began to allow his mind to ease, nodding off to a calm slumber.

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