I Can't, I Shouldn't | Johnil

...Special

Taeyong is an on the move, friendly and talkative type of person; which is the total opposite of his husband. He was the type of person who could fit into any type of group setting, because he was a people person and truly helpful. That was an additional reason as to why his husband Jaehyun, a not so talkative, introverted person fell for him. Lee Taeyong.

Taeyong was in the kitchen cooking up a feast, getting all the ingredients ready for the samgyeopsal that he and Taeil will be consuming in just a bit. Taeyong had insisted on the shorter male to come over to his house for them to begin operation; 'Wedding Gonna Slay'. Their objective being 'Sorry single Taeil can't come to the phone right now, why? I'm married.' Taeil's limited social mind couldn't comprehend.

When he had finish arranging everything, he made his way upstairs to his little brother's room to demand his help in setting everything up on the patio for the discussion; which his presences is also needed for. Wearing only Jaehyun's black long sleeved t-shirt and jeans shorts, freshly dyed pink hair pulled back into a ponytail, he opens Haechan's room door without even the courtesy of knocking first and what he saw didn't even faze him.

"Oh my god Mom-- Tae!" Haechan was lying on his back, shirt lifted up to reveal a plush, tan, hairless, flat tummy. Mark was hovering over the younger male, in between his legs, leaving soft kisses along his belly. His right hand had a firm grip on both the younger's wrists above his head, securing his hold as his other hand worked on caressing Haechan's thigh. The younger male was just looking down lustful at the older as he tenderly attended to the beautiful sun kissed skin; until Taeyong made his untimely arrival. Let's say Mark was no longer on the bed because he was unceremoniously kicked off in the spur of the moment by an embarrassed male.

"Ow fu--" Mark groaned in pain as he lands on his butt undesirably but at least it wasn't his face where he was sure a bruise would be left.

"Language!" Taeyong glared holes into Mark's pained figure as he rubs his butt with his hand to try and ease the pain a bit.

"Udge! I meant to say fudge." Mark 'corrected' himself with the elder nodding his head in acceptance, something he does often when he can't be bothered to say 'okay'. Taeil was most definitely rubbing off on Mark.

"Haechannie baby, I need you downstair in ten minutes." Taeyong smiles at the scene before him, leaning against the door frame staring amusingly. Approval written all over his face and body language.

"I told you to knock before you come into my room! Why can't you follow this one request? I'm 18 now Tae, I deserve at least that." Haechan's face was now covered with his hand to try and achieve masking his embarrassment of being somewhat caught. Face still bright Taeyong replied shrugging his shoulders.

"My house, my rules. You're bounded by my authority as long as you live with me and as long as your last name is 'Lee'. Now, downstairs in eight or you starve." Taeyong winked at Mark getting a shy smile in return as he closes the door, heading back downstairs where he could strongly hear his younger brother spitting venom at Mark but it seized in a few seconds and he had an idea on why so he yells again just so the younger understood he meant what he said, "I mean it Hyuck! Eight minutes! So stop sucking Mark's face or suffer the consequences!"

Haechan shouts back to the elder in a whiny tone, tumbling following right after, "He kissed meeee!"

Taeyong tsk and went into the kitchen, awaiting Haechan's arrival as he counts down the minutes on his phone, where he stares at a picture of him and Jaehyun when they were on a week trip they took late December last year; and he smiled. Jaehyun is almost always busy so when he sprung the whole arrangement on him, out of nowhere, the only reaction his body could comprehend to do was bawl with a stupid smile on his face, scaring the fuck out of his husband. Running his thumb across the screen as he sits on a stool, leaning on his unoccupied hand he shouts yet again,