How (not) To Babysit | DoTae

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Doyoung expected to hear winces coming from the other as he carefully picked the pieces of glass and pulled them out of Taeyong's skin with the tweezers. However, not a single complaint fell from the other's lips, staying immobile in that uncomfortable position instead.

Taeyong was laying on his side, his arm above his head that was resting on Doyoung's thigh. The taller was sitting on the hospital bed in the infirmary they had in the mansion, carefully handling Taeyong's arm and removing the glass from his body.

Although he'd tried to convince Taeyong to sit for him to be more comfortable, the other had refused insistently, demanding to be in the position they were currently in. Doyoung, so done with Taeyong's attitude and scared if he didn't take care of his wounds soon he'd get an infection, ended up giving in to that peculiar request.

After the biggest pieces of glass were off Taeyong's forearm, Doyoung proceeded to start an interrogation to find out how they'd ended in that situation.

'Taeyong, what happened? Why are you covered in glass?'

Taeyong tried to shrug the question off, burying his face in the other's thigh and responding with a dismissing hum.

'Taeyong, answer, please.'

'Lamp fell.' He mumbled, his voice muffled against the other's muscle.

'How on earth did the lamp fall?'

'Don't know. Taeyongie was walking and then crash.' He continued in an uninterested tone.

Doyoung stayed silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. He kept removing glass from Taeyong's skin and placing the blood stained pieces on paper, so that they'd be visible and not fall on the floor. The blood stained the paper, painting it in red.

Taeyong's words didn't really make sense. A lamp wouldn't fall on its own, specially if it belonged to such a wealthy mansion. He was sure Taeyong's father had enough money to pay for the maintenance of the place. However, it was also true that on his first day working there a similar incident had happened to him.

But weren't those traps set by Taeyong? Why'd he set a trap to himself?

A quick thought of Taeyong wanting to injure himself crossed Doyoung's mind. Maybe it was a way of self harassment? But it didn't really make sense, the place had plenty of sharp objects, who would bother dropping a whole lamp on themselves when there were so many other ways to do it?

Maybe Taeyong wanted the lamp to fall on Doyoung, but if that was the case he would know why the lamp fell. What if Taeyong was lying?

Maybe he is a liar and that's why he hates being called one.

The situation was so confusing to Doyoung. While lost in thoughts his body worked practically on its own. Taeyong's arm was free of glasses and soon he'd moved on to the other arm.

Doyoung sighed when he finished with the other arm, softly patting Taeyong's shoulder to tell him to change his position so that he could take care of his legs. However, when his eyes landed on Taeyong he realised the other's eyes were closed and soft snores came out of his mouth. Doyoung groaned in exasperation, deciding to gently get Taeyong's head off his lap to get up and take a closer look to his legs.

He bent down slightly, his face barely centimetres away from Taeyong's leg. With the tweezers in hand he proceeded to start removing the pieces of glass, carefully because he didn't want to wake Taeyong up in such a painful way, although he was starting to suspect Taeyong was immune to physical pain by now.

The glass on his legs was harder to remove, he didn't know what Taeyong had been doing right before he arrived but the glass was plunged deep and therefore difficult to take out.

'Kunnie~'
Taeyong opened the closet and looked inside, expecting to find someone there. Much to his dismay, the closet's only contents were clothes.
'Kunnie, where are you?'
He asked a bit louder, exiting the room to search somewhere else, stomping his feet loudly on the floor to make his presence more evident.

He opened another door, screaming 'Ha!' as he did so, but he was met, once again, with an empty place. He huffed, walking towards another room and knocked aggressively on the door.
'You better be here, Kunnie, or else-'

A loud crash was heard from inside the room, making Taeyong flinch. He opened the door rushedly, knowing what was behind it. he didn't step into the room, it was impossible, there was no floor.

He looked down from his position, his eyes landing on a body sprawled over the collapsed floor, covered in dust and bloody.

'K-kunnie...'

Taeyong remembered every second of it, he remembered how the floor crumbled beneath Kun's feet, killing him in seconds. He remembered the loudness of the tiles breaking, the mortar and the wood falling on the subterranean chamber. Kun's body looked like it belonged to a mistreated doll, his head was thrown back and his mouth open in a silent scream. His blood had stained the pieces of broken floor underneath him.

'Ku-'

'Taeyongie, can't you hear? Ten is calling you, I think dinner's ready.'

The corpse spoke to him. Kun's body had unnaturally moved to sit up, blood staining his lips as he spoke and eyes piercing into Taeyong with fake affection.

'Are you... are you mad at me..?'
Taeyong asked Kun. Kun smiled in response, a scary, creepy smile.

'Of course not, I just hope you don't kill Ten like you killed me.'

Kun moved from his sitting position, crawling over the irregular floor and then slowly climbing up the wall, slowly approaching Taeyong. Taeyong threw a rock at him, he had no clue where the rock came from, it just appeared in his hand. The rock hit Kun in the forehead, making him fall and giving him an ugly bloody wound on his usually handsome face.

Kun frowned from his position on the floor, but he didn't give up, he once again crawled until he reached the wall and started climbing up again. Taeyong searched for something to throw at him again, but he couldn't come up with anything. He panicked and closed the door right when Kun had one hand gripping the floor in front of Taeyong's feet. He slammed the door shut and heard a loud thud from inside the room, probably Kun had fallen down once again.

Taeyong was hyperventilating, this was not supposed to happen, Kun was supposed to die when the room collapsed and stay immobile for the rest of his existence as a corpse. He locked the door, he somehow had the key in his pocket and he made sure the other wouldn't be able to exit the room.

'Taeyongie~'

Someone yelled from the dining room, he could recognise that voice perfectly, his eyes lit up and he ran towards him.

'Tennie!'

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