TIME ─ JAEYONG

023⸰

yuta sighed thankfully once he and sicheng were secured in the taxi. it would be a long ride from this part of seoul to reach the middle class side.

he and sicheng would have to switch taxis, for this taxi would only go as far as the border in fear of getting mobbed.

"so did you have fun?" he asked, taking sicheng's cold hand in his. he ran his thumb over sicheng's knuckles, patiently waiting for an answer.

"mhm." he hummed, leaning onto his favorite part of yuta's body. his chest. "thank you for spending so much time on me today. i know those tickets were expensive."

yuta's stomach dropped. sicheng still hasn't picked up on the big secret, which yuta was grateful for but sooner or later he had to find out. the reason for yuta keeping this a secret from him was his fear.

the fear of sicheng leaving him. "anything for you." he cooed, running his fingers through sicheng's fluffy black hair.

"please don't spend all your time on me. i want you to live a long life... with me by your side." he whispered the last part which sent yuta's emotions into a frenzy.

he wanted to cry, scream and cling onto sicheng forever. "please stop being adorable. i can't handle it." sicheng giggled, suddenly feeling rebellious.

"i'm adorable?" he stuck his lips out in a pout, batting his eyelashes. yuta bit his lip, containing his screams. "what's wrong yuta? can't handle my cuteness?" sicheng leaned into the crook of yuta's neck, his lips ghosting over his skin. "can you handle this side of me?"

yuta melted as sicheng's warm tongue ran a strip down his neck before he found a spot behind his earlobe to begin sucking on. "sicheng..." he breathed, sitting himself up higher in his seat. "this isn't the time."

"but you always do it to me." he giggled before returning to the sensitive area on yuta's neck where he ran his tongue over the forming red patch he created.

yuta's eyes met the drivers who was watching the two through the rearview mirror. he coughed awkwardly, averting his eyes back to the road.

"the driver is watching." yuta whispered as he felt sicheng's hand travel lower and lower until they stopped at the waistline of his jeans.

"let him."

"no no." he removed sicheng's hands from out under his shirt. "no." he repeated firmly despite the pout on his lovers face. "one day, just not this day."

"fine." he mumbled. yuta calmed his heartbeat and rolled up his sweater's sleeves, the heated atmosphere getting to him.

for the remainder of the ride sicheng sat quietly, watching the surroundings fly past them. yuta on the other hand kept his eyes locked on sicheng, admiring every little detail of the small boy.

when the ride was coming to an end sicheng's phone rang. while he was busy struggling to pull the large phone out his front pocket yuta took this as his opportunity to lean forward and speak to the driver.

"i promise to pay when he gets out the car. it's just... i don't want him to know i'm rich." the driver hummed in understatement.

"got it."

when yuta sat back he noticed the downcast look on sicheng's face as he ended the call. "what's wrong?"

"my uncle... he won't be home tonight and i get scared when i'm alone. our apartment isn't exactly super safe..."