HIS TOUCH || JAEYONG

Chapter 6 slapped

"How was your weekend?" Ten asked as they walked towards the school. They lived in the same neighbourhood so it was natural for them to walk there together.

"I hit someone."

"Who? Why?" He sounded shocked turned to Taeyong who didn't look at him. It was not likely for Taeyong to actually hit someone. He had never done that before.

"Who do you think. He was getting on my nerves." Ten didn't need to know every little detail.

"You mean that guy Jaehyun?"

"He deserved that."

"Why am I not even surprised? I wanted to hit him too." Ten started laughing loudly earning a confused look from Taeyong. "It's just...so not you to hit someone. I never imagined to hear that from you."

"Stop it." He was meaning him to stop laughing but chuckled a little himself too.

***

"Lucas, Jungwoo! Wait!" Jaehyun ran after his friends before they reached school. They didn't turn around even if they clearly heard him. "Why do you always ignore me?" He asked out of breath as he got in front of the two and stopped them.

"Why wouldn't we ignore you when you're always acting like an immature kid. Grow up already." Jungwoo pushed past him dragging his boyfriend along.

"I need your help." He breathed out half hoping they wouldn't hear him. He knew they would scold him again when he told them about his doings. But the two always gave him a good advice. They turned around and Junwoo sighed. Jaehyun knew that was not a good sign.

"So what did you do again?"

"Taeyong hit me. Like here, on my face." He pointed his cheek.

"And you think you didn't deserve that?" Jaehyun only ignored Lucas' comment and continued talking. Jungwoo was better at listening when it came to his problems.

"And I think he's really angry with me. What should I do?"

"So what happened? What did you say to make him do a such thing?" Jaehyun didn't know what to say to not to sound like an idiot. He avoided looking either of them in the eye.

"He asked me why did I bother him so much and I kinda told him in other words that I only wanted to fuck him. Then he just slapped me."

"What the hell Jaehyun? How can you actually say that to another human being? That's just disgusting. I'm on Taeyong's side with this one, you deserved that slap." Jaehyun was embarrassed and he knew he would deserve another slap.

"Then what should I have said? It's not like I like him or anything."

"That's exactly it. If you don't like him then leave him alone. Simple."

"No it's not." Jaehyun felt defeated and confused. Was Jungwoo trying to tell him that he had feelings for the blond boy? Hell no.

"You don't want to leave him alone? Why?"

"It's just..." He needed to choose his words carefully. "I don't know... He's just so beautiful and fuckable and fun to tease."

"In other words, you like him, more than you know. He is probably freaked out by you right now so I suggest that you keep him a distance for a while. And don't tell him things like that ever again. You should try to be friends with him first."

"But I don't like him!"

"Yeah keep trying to tell that to yourself." Jaehyun's two friends left then. He looked around and spotted Taeyong and his friend walking not so far away. His friend, whose name Jaehyun still didn't know, was laughing loudly at something. Jaehyun looked at the two for a while and then he noticed a small smile on Taeyong's lips. He knew how to smile after all. What was so funny that Taeyong, who he had never before seen smiling, smiled like that? He had a beautiful smile and suddenly Jaehyun felt that he wanted to make him smile like that too. He mentally slapped himself to get the thought out of his head.

He wanted to go there and interrupt their chat but Jungwoo's words kept replaying in his mind, suggesting him to keep a distance. Even if he hated to admit it, he knew Jungwoo was right about it after all. Not about the having a crush on the blond male but keeping a distance thing. He didn't have crush on anyone, ever.

Jaehyun snorted and walked after Taeyong and his friend when they had gotten inside. The classes were about to start but he didn't want to be there. He was in that college just because his dad had ordered him to. After he had been kicked out of home he had thought that he could change schools but no. Now he rebelled against him by skipping most of the lessons.

***

Two weeks went by and nothing happened. Taeyong had seen Jaehyun on school hallways many times but just walked past him like he was nobody. That was what he had wanted, right? Something was bothering him but he couldn't put a finger on it. He had a few times this odd feeling when their eyes met briefly but then the other just turned away and ignored him totally. Well, it was't like Taeyong had even tried to talk to him.

All kinds of conflicted thoughts were running through Taeyong's mind. Maybe he was ignoring him because he had hit him? Should he apologise? Why would he need to apologise? He had wanted Jaehyun to leave him alone and that was what he got. He had just never expected it to actually happen.

"Taeyong? Snap out of it." His mom was waving her hand in front of him. They were eating dinner together and she was trying to have a conversation with him. Taeyong turned his attention to her. "I was wondering if that friend of yours would like to visit here someday. I'd really like to meet him again. He's such a sweet boy."

Taeyong rolled his eyes mentally. That guy is far away from sweet. He played with the rice in his bowl and tried to come up with an excuse. "Mom, we're actually not so close."

"You looked close to me at least. So can you bring him here?" She smiled at Taeyong in a way that made him feel guilty. He didn't want to refuse the one thing his mom was asking him. She never asked him anything.

"I'll ask him. But no promises." Taeyong sighed and finished his meal quickly. Should he really ask him? He could just lie and tell that the other didn't want to come there but that would be too rude. And he hated lying. He didn't really want the other to visit their house but he wanted his mom to be happy. It was okay for as long as Jaehyun kept away from his room. He'd never let an outsider like him in his clean and organised room.