Sugar Daddy | Johnil

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I just heard this song while completing this chapter and I was like... Bitch! BITCH! Listen to it if you want, it's not required for this chap, but damn... *added to playlist*

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"Did you see how big that last one was? It went boom and a freaking rainbow appeared! How is that possible? Oh my god!" Taeil and Youngho were driving back to Seoul after the fireworks display and the young lad haven't shut about it for the past forty-five minutes. Taeil has been speaking animatedly about the fireworks display ever since Youngho asked him the fatal question 'How was it?'. He didn't know if he made a mistake with his choice of words or if he was kind of relieved Taeil liked it; loved it rather.

"I can't believe that's how fireworks actually look in person! Omo, goosebumps are still all over my body, look it Youngho!" He shoved Youngho's hoodie sleeve up his arm to showed his skin to the elder, skimming his finger over the infested area. "Youngho that was so amazing! And that massive burst of blue and red hearts I-- that was so cool!"

"Taeil..." Youngho says lowly and that was enough to quiet Taeil's hyper self. Taeil chuckled awkwardly, rolling down the sleeve and folding his arms before him, looking down at his lap.

"I'm s-sorry..." Ignoring the direct apology, Youngho continued, snapback and face mask now removed from his face and head.

"Don't you recall what you did before the fireworks display begun?" The older male asks, eyes not leaving the almost scanty road. They didn't stay for the after festivities, leaving a little after the display was over, catching the first bus out.

Taeil sat there for a good while ransacking his brain, trying to replay the events leading up to the burst of colorful light in the sky. 'Drive, bus, sitting on comfortable thighs, restaurant, warmth, panic... fireworks.' Nope, he doesn't know what Youngho may be speaking of.

"No... I don't." Taeil murmurs out. Youngho sighed, coming to a standstill in a small traffic jam. Turning to Youngho, Taeil timidly stared up at the CEO to whisper out, "did I do something... out of the norm?"

Still starting into the now slowly moving vehicles before him, he considered if he should say anything or not. He doesn't know why he is even considering it, Taeil held onto his hand even though he specifically pointed out he didn't want that; PDA, he despises it. Taeil deserved at least an allowance decrease and ten spanks across his rear end.

He couldn't though and he thought that it might have to do with the fact he eerily did not dislike the joy Taeil expressed, when the act happened. Plus, based on the reaction he is getting from Taeil, it was safe to say that it was an accident?

"It's nothing." Youngho breathes out, going back to his original speed limit, cruising on the roadway which felt so smooth as if they weren't in a moving vehicle. The aura had dulled out now and Youngho liked the silence immensely but right now it didn't feel... like it should.

"Um, Youngho?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you... for today. I don't know if you knew but that was my first time experiencing such an astonishing array of colors and I feel... it felt special. I've always wanted to experience that and now... I have." Taeil was lost in his little speech, remembering how he felt in that moment, how surreal it was just being there. He was also really tired from the amount of energy he exuberated, he assumed.

Closing his eyes and leaning back into his seat to how far the seat belt would allow him, face turned to Youngho, now curled up. Taeil sighs out, "Pretty fireworks... really pretty... I likey..."

He didn't expect that, a thank you, it was weird. In other circumstances he gets it, but right now, it was different. Why? 

Soft puffing sounds later, Youngho became aware of the sleeping brunet. Coming to an intersection, the elder male slowed the car and took the time to look at the sleeping male. He looked peaceful and... prepossessing. Bringing the car to an almost stop, he reached his hand towards Taeil and brushed his curly, fluffy bangs in place, fingers grazing the smaller's cheek as he brought his hand back to the steering wheel to lift the little traffic he was creating behind him.