TIME ─ JAEYONG

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— forewarning: slight smut?

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"living with ten and his family helped me a lot. it kept my mind off what had happened. i eventually grew stronger, the depression was getting better. after about five months i was back to normal."

jaehyun had always wondered what depression felt like. he was blessed to never have to be put through the mental abuse but he still sympathized those who did go through it.

"skipping a few years to when ten and i became of age, those were hard times. our clocks started to tick and the pressure was on for us. we needed to support the family now so we managed to get jobs after a lot of searching." he took a deep breath.

"one night i was returning home from work when i found the apartment completely messed up. ten trashed it after finding out his parents were killed for their time. they were mugged and murdered. like i had before when my parents passed, he fell into depression but his was worse."

"worse?" taeyong nodded.

"he cried every night and day, never ate. i had to force food down his throat but he would eventually throw it back up. he never left the house which was hard on me since i had to work and care for him but i didn't mind because i loved him and he did the same for me."

jae nodded, just the thought of dealing with that upset him.

"i tried my hardest to make him happy but those only lasted for so long. right after i thought he was slowly coming back to me he was sad again. this lasted until the day he died... i remember it like it was yesterday."

. . .

time seemed to stand still for once, not a worry in mind as the night carried on. hot skin placed upon hot skin, whimpers and low moans of pleasure filled the air, the sound of the blankets ruffling from being gripped.

all the sounds of sex conjoined together to make beautiful music in their ears. taeyong trapped ten in his arms as their hips rocked together rhythmically. his lips hungrily nibbling at ten's exposed neck enticed more soft moans.

love and lust was tossed between the two with every stroke. it seemed as if more than just their bodies were connecting, but their souls as well.

all at once the motion and noises came to a stop, the moonlight dipped in through the open window, casting shadows on the pair lying in each other's arms.

taeyong kept his hold on ten tight through the night, as he slept peacefully whereas ten stayed wide awake, admiring the one person that kept him happy through his dark times.

he knew this was his last day to live. the sadness couldn't seem to stop tearing him down no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. taeyong would make him happy but the second it was over darkness washed over ten like a tsunami.

he shuffled in taeyongs hold, managing enough lead way to connect his forearm with taeyong's. ten watched as his numbers dropped drastically.

000– 00– 1– 57– 24

an hour, 57 minutes and 24 seconds was left when ten retracted his arm. tears filled his eyes as he unwrapped taeyong's arms from around him. he stood up, dressed himself and found a paper and pen on his bedside table.