"—and then he told me I only jerked off to him because he's the only positive attention I receive. What the fuck? I get plenty of positive attention! Who the hell does this creep think he is?!"
"Woah, woah, woah!" Donghyuck halts his angered pacing to glare at the ravenette seated comfortably on his bed. "You jerked off to him?"
"Yes."
"Mark Lee?"
"Yes."
"The Canadian dude you said was stalking you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't know! I don't fucking know!" He groans, marching over to the bed and flopping onto his stomach. He kicks his feet out like a child, paying no mind to the laughter at his expense. He raises his head from the bed to glare at the male beside him. "It's not funny Jaemin."
"It really is." The male—Na Jaemin—continues to laugh until Donghyuck flicks him in the back of the head. "Ow! Okay, it's not funny."
"Damn right it isn't." Donghyuck grumbles. "It's fucking disgusting." He shoves his face into his arms. "I don't get why this is happening to me. Nothing, not a damn thing since Yoonoh and now— ugh!"
A smile eases onto Jaemin's face. He shifts his position on the bed, reaching a hand out to run his fingers through Donghyuck's hair. He remains quiet aside from humming what he remembers to be Donghyuck's favorite lullaby in hopes of calming him down.
Donghyuck's splayed out form eases against the mattress at the light touches. He whines softly when he feels Jaemin's hand retreating, eliciting a chuckle from the male's throat when Donghyuck pushes his head up to meet Jaemin's hand.
"You're just a gigantic baby, aren't you?" He coos, continuing to comb his fingers through the male's dark locks. His expression softens upon hearing the soft snores from the figure on the bed. Realizing Donghyuck is sleeping, Jaemin continues to play with his hair, positioning himself comfortably because he knows he would not be leaving anytime soon.
When he stopped, pausing for the shortest of moments, Donghyuck would peek his eyes open, blinking up at him with drooped eyes and dark lashes fluttering for him to continue. He did, more than willing to comply with whatever Donghyuck wanted. The last thing he needed was to be denied of something he needed. Physical touch is Donghyuck's love language. It was something Jaemin learned over the course of their friendship.
He sits in that position for an hour or so. He has no way of being sure, phone out of his reach and Donghyuck did not own an alarm clock. However long he sat, he watched the window, ignoring the dull ache in the bend of his wrist and the stiffness of his fingers. He would not move from that spot until Donghyuck woke up.
When the rays of the evening sunset shine through the window, Jaemin watches it with a smile. He keeps a hand in Donghyuck's hair, alternating between loving pats whenever he could to give his wrist a break.
He looks down at Donghyuck, finding the sun shining directly on him. He had come to use Jaemin's legs as a cushion, cheeks puffed adorably as he dozed. An adoring smile graces Jaemin's lips with how peaceful he looks when he's sleeping.
"No worries. No negativity. Just a peaceful baby pudu." He murmurs, leaning down the best he could manage to kiss the crown of Donghyuck's head. "Sweet dreams, Hyuckie. I'll be here when you wake up."
***
Taeyong sighs when he reaches the base of the steps. The two men on the couch focus their attention on him rather than the horror movie playing on the tv, eyes twinged with curiosity.
"Is he still moping?" Jaehyun is the first to ask.
Taeyong nods his head solemnly. "He wouldn't even talk to me." He shuffles over to the couch with slow steps, wiggling into the space between Jaehyun and Yuta. He pulls his legs onto the couch, resting his head on Jaehyun's shoulder.
"What he did wasn't even that bad." Yuta scoffs, making a grab for the snack bowl they had filled and set on the center table. "He finally found the balls to say what was on his mind, I don't get the negative reaction. Why's he crying because he was honest?"
"He thinks he crossed a line or something. He said the guy just left after and he didn't see him for the rest of the day. Poor kid is beating himself up about it." Taeyong frowns at the idea of his little brother sad.
Jaehyun, sensing Taeyong's upcoming sadness, wraps an arm around him for comfort. He kisses the side of his boyfriend's head, turning his palm up for Taeyong to hold his hand. "He'll be fine by morning, don't stress yourself about him." He soothes once Taeyong grabs hold of his hand. "I know he's like your kid, but he's an adult now Taeyong. He can handle his problems by himself."
"I know, but that doesn't mean that he has to do it alone." He closes his eyes, drowning out the sound of screaming from the movie. "I'm just worried, you know? He talks about this kid all the time, and most times he just looks sad. I just don't want this to end badly for him because he loved too hard."
"You think he's in love with him?" Yuta asks, pausing from scarfing down Doritos to stare at Taeyong with his brows pinched. "Jesus fuck, it hasn't been a month yet. How could he possibly be in love with him?"
"You can't put a time stamp on your feelings, idiot." Taeyong rolls his eyes in response. "Obviously there's something he sees in him that makes him feel so strongly for him."
Jaehyun hums, musing over Taeyong's suggestion. "Could it be how assertive he is?"
Taeyong shrugs. "It's a possibility? Maybe he likes that because he lacks the assertion Donghyuck has."
"That or your baby bro is a kinky fuck that's into power play." Yuta laughs, turning a teasing grin onto Taeyong. "Maybe it's hereditary."
"Yuta, I swear we can never be serious around you." Taeyong masks an upcoming smile with a roll of his eyes.
"Normal's boring. If I only offered smiles and advice all the time, you guys wouldn't keep me around. Be thankful that I'm the quick-witted, sexy asshole that I am today or you'd die of boredom." He directs a wink at the couple, Jaehyun doing nothing to cover his laughter at the gesture.
"You still can't wink." Jaehyun smiles. "I don't know why you still try."
Yuta's teasing smile turns to a smirk, the white haired man leaning back against the cushions with his eyes now focused on the tv. "I can fuck your bitch though. I've done it before, and I can do it again." He pops a Dorito into his mouth, his body shaking with silent laughter at the sound of Jaehyun and Taeyong's intakes of breath.
"You- That was one time!" Taeyong exclaims in defense.
"It was three times actually. Not counting the one before you two losers got together." Yuta corrects him smoothly. "By the way," he turns to Taeyong to whisper, "I'm ready to take you up on that offer whenever you are."
"Fuck off you homo, you're not joining us." Taeyong rolls his eyes once more, this time not bothering to hide the amused smile on his face. Jaehyun reaches to flick Yuta on the forehead with the arm he has draped around Taeyong.
Yuta laughs, falling back against the couch looking between Jaehyun's dark eyes and Taeyong's side profile.
"Was worth a shot."
