new heroes // jaeyong

𝑺𝑶 𝑰 𝑲𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝑶𝑵

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It's early evening, the sky above beginning to glow a beautiful orange bleeding into midnight blues. The first stars were beginning to prickle across the sky, the crescent moon rising. Taeyong's breath was hot, small clouds puffing from his lips, dissipating in the crisp air.

Yuta walks beside him, hands shoved into his pockets of his long beige coat. It's been a few weeks since Taeyong's..."date" with Jaehyun, and currently it is Friday night. Things have not changed too much with Jaehyun being back; other than Taeyong trying to train Jaehyun in the cafe and Yuta often being too grouchy to interact with him. Yuta tries to claim that Jaehyun is being way too clingy to Taeyong and it's bugging him--Taeyong cannot say he agrees, he and Jaehyun have indeed been hanging more since their day out, but he honestly does not mind.

He did miss Jaehyun and his pretty dimpled smile, after all.

Yuta and Taeyong were on their way to Johnny's place for a party. They planned this a couple of weeks ago, it was the only night all six of them could get off together. It is, quote unquote from Johnny himself, "Jaehyun's welcome home party" despite him being back for over a month now.

Yuta personally didn't want to go, but Taeyong convinced him with a lot of pouting. But with the deal that Yuta would drink, and Taeyong would otherwise stay sober. 

Taeyong tucks his hoodie up over his face, shielding it from the cool wind. It's his favourite hoodie, a plum purple thick pullover with pink writing stitched until the fabric. The writing reads: "sexual fantasies". Taeyong lowly smirks to himself. He knows he's rather attractive, and when he wears this jumper, he certainly turns more than a few heads. Adorned with this hoodie were a pair of tight, torn skinny jeans. The tears were large, and showed the skin of his thighs and shins.

Yuta's clothing was a little less revealing, opting to wear a white shirt with a long beige coat, and black skinny jeans.

Johnny's brightly lit house comes into view, and Taeyong breathes a sigh of relief. They walk up the steps to the front door and Yuta knocks.

There's some shouting (in English, for some reason?) inside, muffled by the closed door, before a loud crash can be heard. Yuta and Taeyong both cringe and look at each other, wondering if Johnny had moved and some crazy-ass foreigners moved in.

The door flies open, and Ten stands in the doorway, looking more than a little dishevelled. Taeyong raises an eyebrow skeptically, piercing autumn gaze falling on the prominent hickey on his neck. Ten opens his mouth to speak, and Taeyong holds a hand up to silence him.

"I'm not even surprised at this point," the older says, "you two were so obvious."

Ten's cheeks redden like a cherry, hand flying to cover the red blotch. Taeyong looks up from Ten, and his own mouth falls open when his eyes fall upon a certain someone dressed in a very boyfriend-looking flannel.

Jaehyun leans against the wall of the hallway, intently watching Ten, Yuta and Taeyong in the doorway. He adorns that red and black flannel over the top of a white shirt with dark blue denim skinny jeans—Taeyong internally swoons at the boyfriend vibe he was giving off. It hurt his heart in more ways than one.

Ten steps aside, and Yuta pushes past a still staring Taeyong to hurry into the warm house. Taeyong snaps from his reverie to scowl at his back, slipping his hood off and walking into the house. Ten silently shuts the door and locks it behind Taeyong, and watches in slight amusement at Jaehyun, whose jaw falls slack as his gaze falls to the writing on his hoodie to the large tears in the jeans.