jaehyun was shaking his leg while sitting, it was a nervous tic, he was in the living room. he has been waiting for taeyong for over an hour and it was already 2 in the morning. the oldest told him to go back to their flat first because he had some work to do with yuta nakamoto, the clothing brand representive.
he was slouching on the leather sofa and he was getting impatient. falling asleep without his kitten between his arms was a big no-no, he was willing to wait until the sunrise if he had to even if he was dead tired and his eyelids were heavy. the tv was on, doing background noises to prevent him from dropping off. an american action movie of many was playing on the screen and the boy sighed, completly bored.
while he was trying hard not to yawn his cellphone vibrated and rang, drawing his attention to it :
ding!
you have (1) new notification : linked.
jaehyun frowned asking himself what the hell his boyfriend could take a picture of at this late hour when he should be on the way back home :
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18/01/17 02:23 📍 nakashion atelier
the young man saw red, without helping it his whole body tensed up as he felt his blood boil. he left the couch before going to their home's entrance and rapidly put on his running shoes. after slaming the door without even locking it he ran down the stairs and hurtled outside after swiftly opening the hlm housing's doors without any delicacy.
still wearing his pajamas, which basically were an oversized hoodie, with his hood covering his messy hair,and basketball shorts, he started to run even if it was freezing cold outside.
out of breath and soaked with sweat, he arrived in front of the brand's building, without even waiting nor calming down, he went through the main door that surprisingly wasn't locked. he was walking fast down the hallways, navigating thanks to their voices and bursts of laughter.
a transparent door was now in front of him, he could see taeyong laughing while slapping yuta's shoulder. grinding his teeth, he knocked on the clear door before opening it and leaning against the door frame, looking tough. the photographer slowly turnt around and when he faced his boyfriend wearing comfortable clothes, without any makeup on his flushed face, he knew he fucked up. he didn't know if his face was red because of the current outdoor temperature or because he was jealous, he could see his burning possessiveness in his eyes :
"are youfinished?"
the youngest's voice was deep and shaky and a chill ran down taeyong's spine. he was trying hard not to grab him by the scruff of the neck and take him home in order to make him regret what he has done. he was looking at him up and down waiting for an answer, but the poor boy was trying to find his words, and his half-opened mouth and completely red cheeks weren't helping, playing with his fingers neither. yuta smirked, making fun of jaehyun, he leant over his chair :
