healer with a broken heart || jaeyong

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song of the chapter:
psycho~ baekhyun

⚠️ kinda smut warning⚠️

taeyong wasn't sure what took ever him. if it was the sheer desire for jaehyun that had been built up for months or him trying to fix his problems with sex. it was probably the latter but taeyong was too well... he didn't exactly know what he felt but was too much anyway.

he moved his lips hard against jaehyun in hopes that they would make him feel anything but this dull pain that had been overtaking his body.

a small hum escaped jaehyun's as he felt taeyong's tongue slip into his mouth. he tasted the cherry lip balm that taeyong always wore and that he had so terribly missed. he could smell the sweet mandarin conditioner that taeyong used, the one he wanted to linger on his sheets.

"i miss you so much, i miss your voice, i miss your laugh, i miss your smile, i miss your scent, i miss how you taste, i miss everything about you." jaehyun whispered, drawing his lips away from taeyong's for a moment.

"i can't do this if you talk. isn't that what you want to keep me hidden as your dirty little sex mistress?" taeyong answered unaffected by his words, bringing his face back down onto his.

he hastily began unbuttoning jaehyun's dress shirt, desperate to feel the smooth skin beneath the dark blue fabric. his skin was soft and warm as his heated blood rose to the surface. memories flashed back into his conscious, remembering the first time he felt the milky skin and his heart beat thumping against his own chest.

how he wished at this moment that he could've turned time back and stayed home instead of going to that fucking bar. he wished he wouldn't have drank all that tequila or been willing to drive a little further to his favorite bar instead of the dusty bar that he meet jaehyun in. there was a lot of "i wish" and "i should've" and "i shouldn't have" but right now, that didn't make much of a difference.

jaehyun on the other hand didn't know how to reply. because he knew that taeyong was far from being correct. he was no dirty sex mistress that he wanted to hide, not anymore. not since the moment that he walked in late to his first day working at this hospital. what jaehyun did wish is that he had the guts to say it.

the guts to tell taeyong that he wasn't a game and it wasn't the chase. he was in love with him. in the simplest and most complicated way. but he couldn't. not when he knew he basically as close to dead to taeyong as someone who was already five feet underground. he would rather have this than not have taeyong at all. and maybe that was selfish but jaehyun had always been far too selfish for his own good.

jaehyun was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when he felt himself being pulled down by a desperate taeyong. he felt cold hands press into every muscle of his back, setting his skin on fire. taeyong's touch was addictively mind blowing, leaving him like a junkie on the streets.

taeyong was desperate but in the slowest and sultriest way. he was patient, slow, teasing jaehyun with small twists of his tongue. jaehyun widened his mouth, allowing for himself to deepen the kiss. taeyong let out a soft moan, softly grinding his hips against jaehyun's, feeling the heat between his legs rise second by second.

for a moment, taeyong thought that this wasn't the best idea. they didn't have lube or a condom and the sheets of the on call room were probably dirtier than a public restroom. but it was a flying thought, as he was honestly too fucking done everything to care. and spit would do for a quick one time fuck.