This is not my story so please don't get made or copyright me❗❗😁
Warning: Smut, kink,choking, rough
Summary:
Taeyong and Doyoung take out their frustrations in interesting ways.
Work Text:
Mark rolled his eyes. His hyungs were fighting again. He bet they didn't even remember what started it. It had been a long day of filming and everyone was tired but it was no excuse to act like this. He went looking for Johnny. He had to get away from them.
It had all started over a missing jacket. Doyoung put his down, couldn't find it and insisted that the one Taeyong was wearing was his. Their outfits were all almost identical and Taeyong had put his name on the inside of his instantly. He couldn't think of anything more disgusting than accidentally putting someone else's sweaty jacket on his body. For some reason Doyoung had sighted Taeyong putting his on right at the moment when he was looking for his.
"Come on." The younger whined. "Just let me check the label." "NO." Taeyong replied, getting huffy, he knew he was right. He didn't have to check. Doyoung stormed off to check behind all the chairs in the backstage area. He did not want to have to go and get a spare jacket. He liked his. It fit him right and looked good and he knew the spare would be way too big.
"Aha!" Doyoung found what he was looking for. He pulled the sleeve of a bright camo jacket out of the back of a chair. He turned the tag over and jumped for joy when he saw the letters 'TY'. "Give my jacket back!" He was triumphant. Taeyong handed it over and sulked. He hated to be wrong and he hated the way Doyoung wouldn't quit, bragging to everyone about being right, smirking to himself.
Taeyong got his own back when Doyoung kept moving too close to him during the dance filming. "You're too close. Don't step so far to the side." Taeyong hissed at him under his breath. "I'm not. You're starting too close to me." Doyoung hissed back. The other members started to roll their eyes. They were always like this.
They continued to bicker on the bus all the way home. Their members put in headphones or engaged each other in conversation. Doyoung knew it had gone to far when Taeyong stopped arguing and started ignoring him. He grabbed him by the arm. "Hyung." He whispered. "Come on." He pulled at his arm, pouting cutely at the leader, desperate for Taeyong's attention but he wouldn't give it up. Taeyong turned away and looked out the window. "Fine. Be like that." Doyoung was annoyed now as well. Two could play this game, he thought, as he turned in the opposite direction.
"Taeil, hyung, Taeyong wont talk to me." His cute pout worked on the smaller, but older, boy who put his arm around him. "Don't worry. He'll forgive you soon." Taeil allowed the purple haired boy with the sharply angled eyes to snuggle into his side as the bus drove them home in the dark. Doyoung closed his eyes and relaxed into Taeil's warm body, tired, not noticing the dark stare of the pink haired leader seething next to him.
The boys filed off the bus with their backpacks and personal items. Doyoung was tired and he untangled himself from Taeil and grabbed his bag. He headed straight for his dorm that he shared with Yuta and Sicheng. "Hey." Taeyong ran after him. "Wait up." He looked back, ignored the boy chasing after him, and kept walking. Yuta grabbed Sicheng by the arm. "Let's go hang out in the practice room. I think they need some space."
Doyoung ignored Taeyong behind him all the way back to his room. He opened the door and entered and Taeyong followed him into the room. As soon as the door closed Taeyong pushed Doyoung onto his bed. "How dare you cuddle up to Taeil like that. Are you trying to make me jealous on purpose?" He climbed on top of the taller boy, hunger in his eyes, fire burning behind his gaze. Doyoung's gaze in response was cold as ice. He grabbed the other around the waist and rolled so he was on top. "Fuck you TY. You were ignoring me. What was I supposed to do?" He grinned when he saw the look on Taeyong's face. He hated it when Doyoung called him TY.
