if winter was a person | jaeyong.

the ninth.

<8:30pm>
<present>

The car ride was quiet, like usual when the family goes for dinner. The cold air from the air conditioner tickled their skin and the silence rang in their ears as Taeyong's mother doesn't like to listen to today's music. Taeyong looked at his window side, he watched night sky as the moon floated besides them, following them to the restaurant.

"Taeyong, remember to be composed and proper, don't scare him off, he's a little older than you but his family is just as powerful as ours, and he is quite dashing too" Mrs. Lee spoke sternly, glancing at her uninterested son. She sighs softly and continued to look at the road.

The vehicle halts as it arrives at the luxurious restaurant; the lights gave a this feeling like you were eating at Paris at night, the exterior grabs attention to affluent individuals with its black and gold details and the grand, big windows that showed the interior.

Taeyong entered with his mother and they were lead to a private area that his mother reserved for him and for another party. He sat down while he watched his mother fixed up his features and gave him small advices before leaving. His sat down properly, his legs together and his hands on his lap, but his eyes gave off this bored expression. He looked around and saw a boy with a suit walking towards him, his mother wasn't lying when she said he was dashing.

"Hello, you must be Taeyong?" The tall lad sat down, he was indeed handsome, his pointy ears, his slicked back jet black hair and those dimples when he smiled.

Taeyong nodded his head as a response, which gave this man a dimpled smile on his face. With all these dimples, Jaehyun popped into his mind. He quickly shook his head as he recalled the face Jaehyun made when he kissed him.

"You must be Park Chanyeol?" His monotonous voice sparked interest in the taller.

"Guilty as charged" he laid back on his seat. Their food came immediately because they already order their food before even coming.

They ate quietly with the atmosphere being so thick that you could cut it with the steak knife. Taeyong didn't really eat, he just dragged his green across his plate. He didn't want to eat that much, he lost the appetite. Chanyeol continued to blabber around how many guys and girls would go on their knees just to be with him just for one day and how he was such successful heir.

As they finished eating, Chanyeol came up with a thought to make tonight a little spicy. They both stood up from their seat to finish things off. Suddenly the tall male walked up to Taeyong and smiled, his dimpled deepening

"Say, wanna go somewhere else and maybe get a few drinks here and there? And we can hit it off back at my place? I can tell you'd be a good dessert to feast on tonight" Chanyeol grabbing the smaller male by the waist and whispered in his ear. His large hands snaked down onto his bottom and slid his finger across the middle of his plums.

Taeyong felt disgusted and he pushed the taller with great force. Chanyeol tumbled down and let out a loud shout as his behind collided with the carpeted floor.

The door opened and revealed his mother and another lady, maybe she was Chanyeol's mother. His mother's eyes turned from worry to fury in a blink of an eye.

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Things died down and Taeyong was seated on the velvet chair, eyes droopy from tiredness and sadness. He looked up and saw his mother apologizing to the other mother. Chanyeol can be heard being a brat, his deep choice blabbering complains and whines.

Taeyong's fingers played with each other, slowly. He wasn't nervous, not even a single bit because even if his mother shouted at him he had a reason.