Mine | Jaeyong

Chapter 46

Taeyong was pacing back and forth  around his comrade's in the conservatory where many bright green plants and flowers sat growing in pots and even some on the tables of furniture. There was a glass table, at which Chittapon and Taeil were sitting at with drinks. Taeil actually had a simple drink of orange, meanwhile Chittapon didn't accompany him in that and had a poisonous looking red wine in a tall glass. Taeyong on the other hand, wasn't thirsty and had no drink to accompany him.

The guests of Jaehyun's had been here for a whole six damned hours, unless if you were to count Taeyong, that would be around twelve bloody hours. Taeyong knew he was starting a riot at his company by not being there and also with Jisung. But then again, he didn't want to go back to his normal life of being an idol and all the other chores he had to face.

Those conspicuous six hours consisted of Jaehyun, Johnny and Mark playing card games, in other words gambling... Gambling out their secrets for-say, it was their own adult version of truth or dare, except there was a brutality to it. If someone doesn't tell a secret, then you then bring the money into the situation, paying your way out. Of course the other three deemed this game as childish and codswallop... Codswallop if you don't know, simply means the whole situation is just a load of pure and utter rubbish! But honestly, Taeyong felt rather intrigued to play, to learn Jaehyun's secrets, how exciting! One issue would be...  he had secrets like the lifespan of a mayfly. They often flew away into the abyss and got in the grasp of those around him, from unfortunate events of either reporters catching him in the act or the act of speaking or just that he got caught by his crew of friends.

He stopped pacing, standing behind his new acquaintance Taeil. Who became a friend of theirs, maybe he replaced his space in the friendship gang... Ugh, he didn't like thinking about that too much, it made him feel useless, then again, he didn't mind the lad in front of him... Well...

'Jaehyun fucked me—' He muttered, stating a fact that the two of them already guessed. '—but the last time we spoke before then, I couldn't stand him...  It doesn't make sense. I can't be in a relationship as well.' Taeyong told the two of them. Taeil had twiddled with his paper straw with a pale face in thought, and Chittapon... Was he even sober? Chittapon pointed at Taeil with a wobbly finger presenting his drowsy state of mind. 'You! Cheer up!' He demanded of the older guy.

Taeyong gave a twitchy eye to Chittapon in demise. 'Ten, I'm sorry to sound too personal, but why do you keep drinking? I always thought you despised the stuff in front of you.' He honestly couldn't help but ask, in response Chittapon gave a nasty look to Taeyong and stuck his tongue out. 'Sooooosh!' He slurred, in an act to keep Taeyong's nosy gob shut.

Taeyong obediently did as he was told,  that's how it usually worked. He never had the courage to fully stand up against those he cared about, for a not so simple fear of them disliking him after. But he didn't mind having a good fight with Jaehyun, because in his eyes, the bastard was just a plain irritable person to him, always getting up in his business and following him everywhere. How annoying. He had only got a break from it for five years, now that was no longer going to happen, he just hoped he would be able to slap some sense into the lad and make him less clingy.

Taeil scooted his chair back, nudging Taeyong in the abdomen, Taeyong let out a loud audible cry. 'Hey! What was that for?' He whined to the boy, he didn't like Taeil so much any more, the guy was starting to act a little bitchy towards him ever since he started talking about Jaehyun, the man who apparently loved Taeyong, still. It was still early days to decide whether if Taeyong and Jaehyun were to get back together— who am I kidding?! They had sex last night... But... Unless you just count that as a one night stand then there you go, still early days. Bull crap. If they had a one night stand, then why were the two of them sober and tripping over each other like a pair of clumsy oafs, and might I add in, they had more than one round of their business. How pleasant indeed...