Sometimes Sweetly, Sometimes Achingly

Chapter 2

fun fact (from the author): The fic title and the rest of the chapter titles from here on are Lovelyz lyrics because I fucking love them. If I could include them in this story I would, except there's really no easy way I can think of to include non SM artists without it feeling really random.

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By sheer force of will, Taeyong managed to stumble out of his room. Okay Taeyong, you can do this, he told himself. No hangover's about to beat you. You are strong and independent and don't take shit from anyone.

Two steps later, he fell flat on his face.

"Hey Yuta, I think he's finally up," Ten's high voice rang out. Taeyong winced at the way his voice echoed over and over again in his hungover mind.

"Oh really? Are you sure?"

"Well I just heard a crash, and if it's not Taeyong then it has to be a robber or a ghost."

"How the fuck would a ghost make a crash?"

"That's my fucking point!"

Taeyong heard the shuffling of feet growing closer. Limply, he raised a hand to wave half-heartedly while he kept his face buried in the carpet.

"Goddamn," Yuta laughed obnoxiously. He hauled Taeyong up like he didn't weigh a thing and helped him across the hall. "You really did a number on yourself last night, Yong."

"Shut up," Taeyong whined. The last thing he needed when his head was about to explode was Yuta's dumb face.

Ten patted Taeyong sympathetically on the back. "It's okay, Yongie. I'd get that wasted too if I suddenly decided I was going to get a boyfriend and then pounced on Jung Jaehyun."

Oh right.

Fuck.

Letting out a scream that only made his head hurt more, Taeyong buried his face in his hands and would have hit his head against the table had Yuta not held him back. "Oh my god. What have I done. Why did I to do that. What's wrong with me?" He shrieked.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Ten cooed, hugging Taeyong from behind to calm him down. "It's not a big deal, okay? I'm sure he understands that you were just drunk; you didn't do anything bad, Yongie."

"But I wasn't just drunk," Taeyong mumbled.

Yuta and Ten both froze. Taeyong felt the latter's embrace stiffen, and he was almost certain that they were judging him right there and then.

Slowly, Ten released Taeyong and said, "When you said you wanted a boyfriend, did you specifically mean Jaehyun?"

Taeyong hung his head in shame.

"Oh, Taeyong," Ten sighed. He shook his head in a more serious manner than Taeyong had ever seen on him before. "That's really not a good idea."

"It's fine," Taeyong cut in, his face burning red. "It's just a silly crush, okay? I've only spoken to him like twice. You're right; I was drunk and not thinking straight. Can we drop this now?"

Ten and Yuta exchanged glances like the way they had the night before. Taeyong hated when they did that, because he knew that they worried a lot about him when they really didn't have to. He groaned and aggressively raked his hands through his dyed brown hair, which once again only made his headache worse.

A gentle hand rested on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Yong. Jaehyun's a good guy, but I don't think he's the type of person who really likes relationships," Yuta apologized.