hostage || jaeyong

nineteen

He had behaved.

Not that it had been hard, seeing that he only needed to give answers to some pretty boring questions that told him that the people presented to him were just playing nice because he was introduced by the master of the house.

The only thing that was making matters a bit strange right now was that he had way too much alcohol in his system.

These rich people had the bad habit of toasting and getting smashed for the tiniest reasons.

It had been too late to notice that Jaehyun, while holding a champagne in his hand, had barely touched his drink.

"So, how was it?"

Jaehyun slowly began to massage his shoulders while guiding him back to the house now that the party was over.

"Boring. I told you," he slurred the words a bit.

Jaehyun laughed.

When Taeyong made a move to go through the door to his room, Jaehyun just pushed him through his.

Taeyong could already feel his knees giving in, and he had no energy left to fight.

"Hey, aren't you a bit tired? You still have it in you to manhandle me, after squeezing so many balls tonight?" he complained.

Jaehyun's laugh sounded like a roar.

He made Taeyong sit on his bed, as he took out his tie. Unlike the other day, this time, he threw it somewhere on the floor.

"That is how you run a business, Taeyong."

Jaehyun placed one knee between Taeyong's legs and pushed him with his back against the mattress.

"No wonder you're a sadist," Taeyong murmured. "You're way too used to make people do your bidding."

"How am I a sadist?"

Jaehyun let his right hand wander over Taeyong's face, slowly drawing invisible lines on forehead, nose, and cheeks, while his other hand searched for the buttons on Taeyong's shirt.

"Take that thing off of me," Taeyong mumbled.

"Why?" Jaehyun eyed him suspiciously.

A bubble of laughter rose to his chest.

"Oh," Jaehyun finally noticed. "You're a bit flushed. How much did you drink?"

"Don't tell me you didn't count," he said instead of replying. "Your eyes are like drones. They see everything, from here to... to..."

His blurred conscience was fighting and losing.

"So, you are smashed," Jaehyun chuckled. "And I was so looking forward to playing with you."

"You wanted to play with me? I can kick your ass in any game." Taeyong said with pride in his voice.

"I was hoping for something more like horizontal sparring," Jaehyun replied and got up from the bed. "Now I must send you to bed."

"No way!" Taeyong protested and climbed higher on the bed. "This is cozy," He pushed his nose into the pillows and inhaled.

"Are you going to sleep in my bed? And expect me not to do anything to you?" Jaehyun laughed.

"You can do anything you want," Taeyong waved. "I like this so much," He grabbed one pillow and gathered it to his chest. "It smells of you."