HIS TOUCH || JAEYONG

Chapter 12 fresh and clean

When his friend finally opened his eyes a little, Ten was already shaking internally. He was so sure that Taeyong would murder him when he'd find out about what actually happened. He followed the boy's movements as he sat up on the bed and looked around. "How are you feeling?"

Taeyong turned to look at him but he seemed to be deep in thoughts. "Umm..."

"What do you remember?" Taeyong ruffled his hair which was a mess and tried to regain his memories.

"Thank you. For not leaving me alone and what ever you did to take me here. I'm fine now, I'll go home." He knew that Ten had helped him and he was grateful to have such a good friend. He also knew that he had touched his shoulders but it was fine. It was just his friend after all even if the act didn't really help. He had no idea when he had lost consciousness but at least he woke up safely in bed. He started to get up from the bed but Ten just stared him.

He doesn't remember? Ten was pondering what to say as he stared at his friend with wide eyes. "Actually-"

Taeyong turned to him again as he stood up. Ten couldn't look him in the eye anymore. "Hm?"

"I-It wasn't me. I-I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything and I didn't stop him from touching you like that. I know I shouldn't have let that happen. Please forgive me." Taeyong's face went pale as he listened to what his friend was revealing. Someone else had touched him? More than just shoulders? Who?

"W-Who?" He barely got anything said and Ten lifted his guilty look on him.

"Do you really want to know?" No way. Taeyong could already guess who his friend was referring to. Still, he couldn't believe it. He nodded slowly. "Jaeh-"

Taeyong stormed out of the room not turning back even when the other called his name many times. He knew where he was going and he needed to tell the person to stay away from him as he was just so sick of his game. He was heading to the dorms.

He reached the room he was looking for and didn't hesitate to push the door forcefully open. Jaehyun was there laying on his bed and playing with his phone. "You piece of shit!"

The particular person lifted his gaze up to see who was yelling. "Oh Taeyongie, what brings you here? How are you feeling?"

"You know fucking well how I am feeling! Why the hell can't you stay out of my life? Why can't you see how much I dislike it when you disturb my personal space and sexually harass me?" By now Jaehyun had gotten up from the bed and walked a bit closer to the other. Taeyong stood there unwavering and send him a death glare.

"It doesn't actually look like that to me. Just how dense can you be? If you really hated it I would've left you alone long time ago."

"W-What?" Taeyong's eyes fluttered in confusion.

"Let me show you." Jaehyun suddenly grabbed his wrist before he could comprehend what was happening. He was forcefully thrown on the bed letting out a whine as a protest and Jaehyun climbed on top of him straddling him with his strong thighs. As the boy looked up he noticed how close Jaehyun was to his face. The male above him looked him with a dark expression.

"No what are you-" Taeyong's words were cut off by his own gasp when he felt other's lips pressing on his neck. He tried to push him away but Jaehyun was quick to notice this and pinned his hands against the bed. The light kisses soon turned into sucking and he didn't care if he accidentally left marks on the soft skin.

At first Taeyong had struggled in his grasp but he gradually relaxed. He gasped for air whenever he felt Jaehyun's tongue working on him and his eyes fluttered close. Taeyong could never admit it but he actually liked the feeling of having Jaehyun's lips and hands roaming all over his body. He had no idea why and he hated things that made him feel complicated things. It was supposed to feel disgusting. He felt Jaehyun letting go of his hands and detaching his lips from his neck pulling up to look at the boy under him. Taeyong was looking back at him with half lidded eyes and his face was flushed red.

Jaehyun leaned to kiss him gently on the lips while lifting his shirt up and caressing the tender skin under it. Taeyong didn't protest anymore against him and the other wondered how far he could take this make out session. Everything about the smaller boy smelled fresh and clean, his clothes, hair and skin, Jaehyun loved it.

"Uhmm I thought we agreed that we'd do these things anywhere else than here." Jaehyun broke the kiss when the sudden voice took him back to reality. He jumped off the blond and turned to the voice.

"Sorry Mark, we were just-" Taeyong sat up on the bed not really realizing what was happening. Someone he didn't know had seen something which was not meant for him to see. He glanced at Jaehyun and their eyes met briefly before he ran out of the room.

"Holy shit Jaehyun. Was that Taeyong?" Mark, Jaehyun's roommate, said as the blushed boy rushed past him.

"Umm...yeah? Who else?" Mark hadn't even known that his roommate was gay, not to mention, fucking Lee Taeyong, or at least that was how it looked like to him. "That won't happen again if that's what you're worried about."

"No no, not that just- how did you- Lee Taeyong? Are you together or something?" Jaehyun blushed a little and he felt awkward as they had been caught. He hadn't meant to attack Taeyong like that but he just hated how dense the boy was. Now he was worried how Taeyong might feel at the moment and wondered if he should go after the boy. He didn't.

"I don't know what we are. I'm trying to turn him gay, I guess..." Jaehyun sat on the bed feeling awkward just standing there.

"So you're...um-"

"Yeah, why? It's not a swearword so you can just use it, you know, and no, I don't like him like that so don't even ask." What was Taeyong to him? Why did he even like to tease the boy so much? Everything about him was just so perfect in his mind.

***

On Monday Taeyong came to school early. He could barely get any sleep the whole weekend because his mind was filled with thoughts of Jaehyun. The thing that had bothered him the most was that Jaehyun somehow knew that he liked touching. It was all too confusing.

Taeyong walked through the empty hallways and arrived in front of the door he had last time opened before summer. As he pushed it open he came to a huge room that had mirrors covering two of the walls. It was a dance studio.

The boy walked in the middle of the room and sat down. This place had a calming effect on him whenever he felt anxious. He still wanted to dance but he could never. That was how he had decided.

He started stretching out of curiosity and he noticed that he was not as flexible as he used to be. Suddenly, he heard the door open and someone walking in. He didn't lift his gaze.

"You're here early too." Taeyong's eyes widened when he heard the voice. He'd recognize that voice anywhere even when he hadn't heard it in years. There was just no way he heard right. He wanted to escape but there was only a one door and the woman was standing by it.

As he stood up and raised his head he heard the woman gasp when their eyes met through the mirror.

"Taeyong?"