what was once so lovely. | jaeyong

the tenth.

<6:48pm>
<present>

Shivering from the cold winds of the evening, Taeyong nervously tapped his leg on the car seat. The rapid beats of the song on the radio increased the palpitations of his heart. Johnny immediately came to his aid and held his knee down.

It certainly calmed him down immediately as he hugged Johnny's arm impulsively. His eye lids closed as he felt his own heartbeat slowed down and revert to an average state.

Tonight was Wooseok's play, and Taeyong had no idea what he was expecting. He was not sure what to wear or to bring, so he just settled with a last-minute bought tuxedo and with his phone and handkerchief on his hands.

"Can you let go of my arm?" Johnny asked politely as his eyes remained on the road.

"No," Taeyong wanted to hug the limb a little longer but Johnny had removed it from his grasp.

They continued on the road with nothing but the moon trailing behind. Taeyong dozed off as he kept his eyes on the view that kept passing by like lightning. Eventually, they arrived at the venue and there were a decent amount of people entering the building.

Taeyong tensed up as he quickly held Johnny's hand, squeezing the life out of the poor hand. Thankfully, Johnny exercises and this just felt like another day at the gym. Johnny topped his cousin's hand with another hand of his, insinuating that everything will be alright, everything will fall in the right places.

Johnny breathed in deeply, his eyes implying that Taeyong should follow along, and so he did. He exhaled and so did Taeyong. It brought the stormy seas of Taeyong's stomach into a stagnant pond. Johnny fixed Taeyong's collars before he left.

He watched as his cousin timidly walked towards the entrance of the building, wishing at the stars that nothing bad would ever happen to him. Johnny should be struck by lighting he said he was not afraid of letting Taeyong spend the night alone yet again. Not that he was entirely alone, but he had no one to be there for him if all hell breaks loose and his mind is all over the place.

Taeyong hugged his sleeves tightly, trying to garner of what little warmth there was left. He was hesitant to advance any further. He knew none of these people, let alone what the play was all about. From what he saw on the ticket, its name was 'To perfect places we go'. Taeyong was oddly curious as to how this would be interpreted as a play, but rest aside, he was terrified.

Terrified by the fact that he was lost, stranded in a sea of strangers. However, Jaehyun had appeared in his vision. Gazing on his a tad bit longer brought Jaehyun to his senses and looked back at Taeyong. He rushed towards the male with such enthusiasm that if it were to be kept in a jar, it would shatter.

"You made it!" Jaehyun exclaimed.

Taeyong held his shaking heart as Jaehyun hugged him dearly while looking dashing as ever. Jaehyun had exude more masculinity and handsomeness on his attire, a suit. With his hair slick back as if he was some rich entrepreneur, Taeyong could not get enough of the sight before him.

"You look good," Taeyong stated.

"Thanks, so do you," Jaehyun smiled brightly, competing with the golden spotlight of the ceiling lights.

"Its about to start, let's head in, shall we?" Jaehyun extended his hand out, catching Taeyong off guard with a bizarre act of kindness. With his bow, he was probably reenacting a prince from one of those fairy tales.