Contrary to popular belief, Taeyong is not a prude.
He's actually very much, umm...comfortable in his own body, and is totally understanding when others do stuff to their bodies, like tattoo or piercing. He even held Ten's hand when the boy got his first stud, though when it was his turn he ran off with Johnny at his heel, so Ten had to get a second stud, because Johnny had already paid for two, and there was a no return policy. But Ten liked it, and so Taeyong never understood why he brought it up every time there was a family dinner, and his mother invited him along too because the more the merrier and since Ten was at his house anyways.
Anyways, that's not what bought this red face of his on.
It was just that Jung Jaehyun was out and about, topless and frolicking in the kitchen, while Taeyong was already distressed, because he hadn't heard from neither Ten or Johnny, and he was getting nervous and scared, and it took his all to not breakdown every time he smelt Jaehyun's scent. It was because of all that frustration, and Taeyong's own guilt at ogling at the boy, that he ended up marching into Jaehyun's room, which smelt heavenly if anyone wants to know, and opened his cupboard, shrieked at the mess and threw the first piece of clothing he got his hands on at the boy, who had ended up following him all confused.
Of course that made Jaehyun smirk, and a cocky 'I thought you liked seeing me topless' followed, but Taeyong, already pretty embarrassed, just pulled out all of Jaehyun's clothes on the floor and sat beside it folding each article. Jaehyun tried to help, but he was just making things worse, mixing up all the blues and the whites. In the end he got thrown out of his own room and Taeyong shut and locked the door to prevent that troublesome kind from entering.
Well, Jaehyun wasn't really troublesome, but Taeyong found it hard to concentrate when he was around. Also Jaehyun's new shampoo stinks, and was messing with the aroma of the room. So the boy just had to go.
'You've become bolder.' The thought suddenly struck him as he found himself sniffing at Jaehyun's shirt.
Ten would've been so proud right now. He would actually even buy him his favorite ice cream because of him trying to be himself for once. The usual him would've just walking into his room and shut himself inside in this situation.
But Ten wouldn't even know now. They aren't even on good terms anymore, and Taeyong doubts Ten would ever forgive him for what he did. His heart really ached every time he thought about what he had done. If only he had kept his mouth shut, if only he had left things as it was. Ten was only teasing him, there wasn't any malicious intent there. They were friends after all, but Taeyong had to be doubtful.
His suspicion cost him is friend, and he's not even sure he was right to think in that way. No, he knows he wasn't right to ever have thought about Ten in that light. No matter what, Ten would never hurt Taeyong the way Taeyong had done. Johnny probably hates him now too.
Taeyong had done nothing but ruin their friendship.
"I'm sorry." he whispered, knowing well enough that no one would hear him. But he also knew he didn't have the guts yet to go stand in front of his friend and beg for forgiveness. But he will, soon.
Tears welled up in his eyes and as the tears fell he caught them with one of Jaehyun's shirt. Feeling a more regretful as he heard the TV playing outside. But that didn't stop his tears. He buried his face into the shirt, taking in the smell, but it did little, the guilt was eating him up all over again. He started sobbing louder, and he heard the volume of the TV going down, he heard hurried footsteps, he heard the attempt at opening the door. He also heard the sigh that followed. Then he the heard Jaehyun walk away. And he cried harder, because for a second he though that maybe Jaehyun had had enough too.
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The Wrong Roommate •JAEYONG•
FanfictionTaeyong is tricked into sharing rooms with a total stranger by Ten, and he goes with the flow because, Jung Jaehyun is gorgeous and he is his roommate. ** Author: namnamee Warning: This is not my story.