KPOP ONESHOTS

Love x Jaeyong

Lots of Jaeyong these days ;-; it makes me too fluffy inside. Uwu.

time for some angst

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Taeyong inhales as smoke fills his breathing way, and he breaths out clouds of it. He sits alone in a apartment, beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He sighs as he watches meaningless cartoons and his eyes feel droopy, he knows he's drunk, but he doesn't care.

He's been like this for awhile, drinking and smoking all night. He didn't notice that he was slowly just giving up, giving up on love, life, and everything else.

He keeps drinking, and smoking. Thinking of a certain someone, and waiting for them to come home.

Jung Jaehyun.

The man who he's fallen in love with when they were in high school, but they've been best friends since grade school. He didn't know how to feel as he heard about Jaehyun running around with girls, getting laid every night. So he didn't feel, he just started drinking. He's been smoking for awhile, ever since he was under peer pressure in high school and was also diagnosed with depression and anorexia. He didn't know what to do after, so he dropped out and watched his friend finish high school without him, even though Jaehyun begged him not to go.

He remembers that memory. They were so young, scared of the outside world as they were always in their comfort zone and never had stepped into the darkness. Taeyong was the first who stepped into the darkness, and made sure Jaehyun stayed out of it as long as possible. After awhile, his protection died as Jaehyun grew older, smarter and bolder. Taeyong never did, he always stayed in his shell, but joined Jaehyun along the way anyway.

He sometimes wonders to himself, 'How did I let this happen to me?'.

He hears the door handle fumble and he then watches a broad and tall figure step into the apartment. He then burns out his cigarette, as Jaehyun didn't like him smoking, and put his empty beer bottle on the table.

"Finally your home." He slurs out in a drunken whisper, and tries to stand up on his wobbly legs. He uses the couch for support.

"Your drunk- and have you been smoking again?" He hears Jaehyun ask, and could only crack a drunk smile as he staggers over to him. He fails and almost falls if strong arms hadn't catched him.

"Only a little bit~" Taeyong slurs out and hiccups. He hears Jaehyun gives a sigh in frustration.

"Taeyong what have I told you about drinking? And smoking too!?" He hears him raise his voice, and flinches. He then tries to stand properly, but only felt himself being lifted off the ground.

He gives a high pitched noise, but lets Jaehyun carry him into the bedroom anyway. He feels his body go numb, and lets himself go flimsy in Jaehyuns arms. He then feels sad all the sudden, thinking that one day Jaehyun won't come home. To take care of him. He'll be gone, with another heart and soul, he'll be changed and forget all about him. He shivers at the cold thought.

He feels himself being sat down on a bed, and immediately falls back as he gives a sigh.

"Taeyong. You have to stop this." He hears Jaehyuns voice speak again.