His TOY (a Taekook 🔞fiction)

Chapter 11

Jeon looked at the boy sleeping beside him, his chest tight with emotions he didn't fully understand. Sleep wouldn't come to him, but tonight it wasn't because of his usual restlessness.

 It was something different—something warmer. He had waited for this moment for three weeks, and now that Taehyung was here, Jeon felt a kind of peace he hadn't felt in years.

Taehyung was special—Jeon knew that now. He had a way of making Jeon feel things he thought he'd buried forever. For the first time, Jeon found himself missing someone in a way that felt real. 

He missed home—not the big, empty house he owns now or grew up in, but the feeling of comfort and belonging that Taehyung gave him.

The past three weeks had been hard. Jeon had been busy with work, buried in tasks that left him drained. But every day, he waited for Taehyung's emails. They weren't long, just simple updates about his day, but they meant everything to Jeon. He felt proud reading about Taehyung's progress. 

Part of him wished Taehyung would call to hear his voice, but he was also glad he didn't. Jeon had told Taehyung to call only if he felt like hurting himself. The silence meant Taehyung was doing okay, and that brought Jeon a strange kind of relief.

Jeon had learnt long ago not to expect peace. His father had made sure of that. Growing up, his father had drilled into him that love wasn't real and that people only cared about themselves.

Jeon's mother had seemed to prove that right when she left him behind, taking his older brother and running away. That betrayal had scarred Jeon deeply, making him believe his father's harsh words.

But then came Taehyung, and Jeon's world started to shift.

Jeon never liked the work his father had done. After his father's death, he shut down all the illegal activities and tried to build something better. It wasn't easy, and there were days when the weight of it all felt too much. 

But during the past few days, he realised how much he missed Taehyung. The boy had become his reason to keep going, his one bright spot in a dark world.

Jeon stared at the ceiling, memories from his childhood coming back to him. He had never been strong as a child. Crying or showing any weakness meant punishment, so he learnt to hide his feelings. 

His room had been the only place he could let himself feel. The walls and pillows had seen the side of him no one else ever did. That was his safe space, one he never shared with anyone.

Jeon was forced to channel his anger and frustration on toys; his father made him believe that they were trained for it. But Taehyung from the first meeting made him think that he was not just a toy; something in the dark orbs screamed to Jeon and attracted him. 

He never even looked at the faces of his previous toys. He always chose the toys that never showed a fear of hesitation in their eyes on the day of the auction. 

He used them; not even a word was uttered; he did not even try to look at them after he was satisfied. But with Taehyung, it was not the same feeling. It felt like give and take. He cared with each touch. He felt happy each time Taehyung felt his ecstasy.

He made sure to make Taehyung as satisfied as him. He never did that before. Everything was new and fresh with Teahyung. He even loved the way Taehyung kissed him. His first kiss was Taehyung. 

No one ever stayed in his mind like this and made him feel peace. But now, things were different. Taehyung was here, sharing that space, and Jeon didn't need the boundary of his room. Somehow, Taehyung had slipped past all the barriers Jeon had built around himself. He hadn't forced his way in; he had just been himself—kind, patient, and steady. And that was enough.