stairs | jaeyong

# twelve !¡

2:02 AM | Seoul, South Korea

[ TW: mentions of abuse, kidnapping ]

Jaehyun wanted to sleep, forget every worry in the world and get lost in the dreamland. But he couldn't bring himself to do so. The situation was the same with every housemate.

That dorm which was once filled with their chatterings, fun and love is now just filled with dead silence, tension and fears.  No one ever thought that just two of their mates missing will have such a huge impact.

Everyone was affected but the two were the most, Yuta and Doyoung. They haven't uttered a single word. The matter was getting messier day by day and now their only option was the cops.

The gut feeling of cops not being a good decision still didn't leave but what can they even do? They even asked the University's security guards if they've a clue but nothing was found.

Jaehyun tossed around and rolled to his left, now facing his roommate. He sighed, closing his eyes in another attempt to sleep. But just then he heard faint sobs.

His eyes shot open as he gazed at Taeyong who was breathing heavily. He couldn't catch a glimpse of his face as the older had his back faced towards him, but he knew he was crying.

Without saying any word, he scooted closer to him and wrapped his muscular arms around his waist, back hugging him. The latter flinched at the sudden contact but soon calmed down, wiping his tears away.

"Jaehyun..." He mumbled with a low tone, checking if the younger is asleep or not.

"Mhm?"

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

"Oh."

Silence. Both of them again jumped into their pool of thoughts. The taller buried his head in the crook of Taeyong's neck while sighing.

"Why were you crying?" He asked, his hot breath brushing against older's neck, driving him crazy.

"Nothing." He answered back, closing his eyes, and enjoying the warmth of his crush, not wanting to recall why he was weeping in dismay of breaking down again.

"No one cries for nothing. There is something. Please, tell." Jaehyun whispered, still not removing his neck from his roommate's crook of the neck.

"Ok... If you insist." He sighed, closing his eyes as the moonlight coming from the window glowed on his face. He opened his eyes once again, before taking a deep breath and with a shaky voice, began.

"When I was 8 years old, I was kidnapped on my way to school. I was brought to an unfamiliar basement, where 4 men were living. I stayed there for a week until the police rescued me. But that one week, traumatized me like hell. I was fucking starving there and none of those men was kind enough to even let me drink a drop of water. Instead, they punched, kicked and slapped me. It was so bad that I got a deep wound on my leg. And the scar of that damage is still present there."

The younger hugged him tighter as Taeyong started crying again. Thick, warm tears made their way down his face soaking his shirt.

"A-and Sicheng and Taeil going missing isn't helping me at all with my trauma. Chances are high they are kidnapped and we don't know what they will do to them."

He told as a huge lump formed in his throat. He was breathing heavily, his chest going up and down. Quickly enough, he felt a soft pair of lips on his neck.

It was just a small peck, but it sent him to the heavens. He'd already stopped crying and was frozen in his spot. Jaehyun took this opportunity and raised his head a little, enough for Taeyong to observe his face and smiled softly.

He brought his hands near the older's face and wiped the tears away.

"You've been so strong. And, I'm proud."

The shorter said nothing but chuckled a little, studying his roommate's face. Those illegal dimples, his soft, messy yet fluffy hair which was coming on his eyes a little, his soft squishy cheeks along with the pair of sweet, red lips which looked so breathtaking.

He had this sudden urge to kiss him. Unexpectedly, he held the younger's nape and pulled him down and connected their lips.

Jaehyun was shocked by the surprising action, explaining why he didn't kiss back. But soon kissed back while smiling in the kiss. It was like their mind has shut down and the world didn't matter to them anymore.

It was only them, just them, melting down in each other's lips and touch. Eventually, they pulled back since they ran out of breath. Parting away and inhaling and exhaling heavily, they maintained eye contact.

They could see a whole universe in each other's eyes, but one particular thing caught their attention. And that was love. Undying love for each other.

It was the moment, they realised their love wasn't one-sided. Happiness was beaming inside them as it felt like a dream come true.

"I love you." Both of them whispered at the same time, finally letting out their feelings in those three words they were starving to both hear and say.

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The tan male sleepily walked down the stairs, his right fist rubbing his eye. Once he was done climbing down the wooden stairs, he stretched his arms and yawned loudly.

Luckily, no one was there to see him or hear him that way inside the dark area. With slow and heavy steps, he walked towards the direction of the kitchen.

But a sudden inhuman force grabbed him by his left arm and dragged him towards the storeroom located under the stairs. The door opened on its own like an invisible bodybuilder has pushed it open.

He was shoved inside the room with a very powerful force making him stumble and fall. Before he could even get a hold of what's happening, the door was shut with a loud thud.

He sat there, blinking, trying to process everything. Once he realised what occurred, he let out a gigantic shriek.

"AAAAAAH GHOOOSSSSSST!!!"

"Oh my God stop screaming you dumbass!"

"Hey isn't that Hyuck's voice?"

"Oh shit right."

"Please don't tell me he also got kidnapped like us."

"Sorry, not sorry, but he did get kidnapped."

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