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Dye my hair (Jaeyong)

Jaehyun sighed as he walked into his grand house. He didn't know why he had to do this right now. He was in an important meeting when he got a call from his mother—his stepmother—asking him to come home for dinner with her friends. He didn't understand why she was hosting it at his house. He took his coat off and walked to the living room, shocked to see the sight before him.

His husband, whose hair he remembered from this morning, was pink and blue but now dark brown. He knew his husband, for he had been married for four years now, and not once had he seen him with such a... boring and plain colour, and by the redness of his eyes, he knew that the brown was not his choice. Sitting next to his husband was Jaehyun's mother, who her group of friends surrounded; she noticed her son and stood up, walking to him and pulling him for an embrace, though she pulled away before Jaehyun could even hug back.

"Jeffrey! I'm so glad you could come!" She yelped with a smile and pulled him towards her, and Jaehyun struggled, holding back the groan. He hated that name. She gave it to him when he was in the States, but after he came back, he was to be called Jaehyun. He had explicitly told everyone that, but it seems like SOME people didn't understand that. He was forced to sit down, though he would've preferred to wash himself and change into something else. 

Jaehyun noticed how his husband, Taeyong had his head down and didn't dare look up. He pats his thigh and feels the male stiffen under his touch. Something was wrong, his Taeyong was never this quiet, he should know.

"Thank you so much for coming here for me, I know you're busy but since you love me so much you pushed aside your work and-"

"I only came because you forced me," Jaehyun stated bluntly before taking Taeyong's hands, and linking their fingers. Jaehyun's mom sat there in shock before she laughed it off awkwardly as the other ladies looked at each other awkwardly. She tried to divert the conversation with the couple sitting silently, Jaehyun noticed that Taeyong was starting to relax a bit more as the male played with his hand and the rings. Jaehyun observed the older, taking in how the usual brightness in his face was gone and how the hair colour looked good on him but he lacked the cheery mood and confidence that he knew came from his hair. "Why'd you change your hair colour?" He asked Taeyong. He was quiet enough for the elders not to notice him but loud enough for Taeyong to hear his question, and he knew that the older one heard him as he felt the soft hands that traced his palm stop.

"I-" Taeyong couldn't speak, his voice broke as he attempted to clear his throat. Taeyong stood up, letting Jaehyun's hand fall where he was sitting, "Excuse me," he said before rushing out, Jaehyun following him immediately and ignoring his step-mother's calls. Jaehyun found his husband in the kitchen, his back leaning against the island in the middle.

"Taeyong?" He called softly, going to stand next to him, but before he could even ask what was wrong, Taeyong attempted to leave, and Jaehyun was getting a bit tired. And so he pulled the male back, lifting him and placing him on the countertop, caging him in between his hands that leaned against the counter. "Baby please tell me what happened?" Jaehyun asked, his voice soft as he saw the tears falling from his eyes.

Taeyong sniffled and went to wipe his cheeks and he realized what he had done a bit too late as Jaehyun held his hand while he tried to cover his cheek. "Taeyong, if you don't speak, I will check the cameras," Jaehyun spoke, sterner than before, but he was not trying to threaten him.

Jaehyun saw the fading imprints on his cheeks. Someone had slapped his husband, and here he was, trying to stay quiet about it.