hostage || jaeyong

twenty

Taeyong groaned as he pushed the balls of his fists into his eye sockets.

He blinked a few times, not knowing what he was seeing.

That was definitely not his home.

Ah, wait, he was now staying with Jaehyun.

That was not his designated room, either.

He almost squealed when he realized Jaehyun had one possessive arm thrown over him.

For a few seconds, he stood there, frozen. What the fuck happened last night? Finally, he decided to peek at the guy next to him. Jaehyun was perfectly still, his breath even.

The man was perfection.

That strong jawline was enough to give Taeyong wet dreams.

He slowly touched the man's lips and withdrew. No, no, no, he was not going to give in to temptation. The situation was complicated enough, without adding fuel to the fire.

Finally, he decided he needed to hit the bathroom. He felt like an army of stray cats had been pissing in his mouth for the entire night.

He managed to take Jaehyun's arm and place it on top of the blanket, without causing too much trouble. But when he rolled and pulled the entire blanket with him, pushing it between his legs, Taeyong froze.

Jaehyun was completely naked and now offering him the fantastic view of a muscled back, lean waist, and gorgeous ass.

He unglued his eyes from the incredible sight in front of him with much difficulty.

He unconsciously touched his chest, and this time, he almost lost his shit. Why on earth was he naked, too? He almost made a run for the bathroom, and he began touching himself everywhere.

Was that it? Had he done it? While being knocked cold by expensive champagne?

Even though he dreaded what he was going to find, he touched his backside gingerly.

Nothing seemed different.

But how could he tell? It was not like he had ever had gay sex, right?

His chastity belt was in place, too. Maybe the fucker got his rocks off while keeping Taeyong restrained like that. Who knew?

He jumped into the shower, and he began to wash himself quickly. At least the structure of that torturing device allowed some water to go through.

He brushed his teeth three times.

Now thoroughly clean, he was prepared for his walk of shame. Or maybe he could run.

He slowly went back to the room, hoping Jaehyun was still asleep.

But, no luck for small mercies, it seemed.

"Good morning."

The wicked angel smiled widely at him.

At least, he had the decency to cover his midsection with the blanket.

He still looked good enough to replace breakfast, lunch, dinner, and all the recommended in-between snacks, anyway, but at least, he wasn't making the situation more awkward than it already was.

"Maybe for you," He mumbled, now realizing that Jaehyun was a bit decent, but he was all naked.

"That should teach you something about moderation," Jaehyun laughed and pointed a finger at him.

"Alright, where the heck are all my clothes?" He asked in frustration, seeing that there was nothing he could wear, at least not in sight.

Jaehyun made a small gesture with his hands.

"Poof. They are gone. Magic."

Taeyong covered his eyes.

"Don't, please don't tell me—" he began and paused.

"Hmm?" Jaehyun chuckled. "What was that?"

"We did it?" Taeyong blurted out.

"It?" Jaehyun feigned innocence. "What? Sleeping?"

"No! Did we fuck?" Taeyong almost yelled.

"Regardless of how much I would enjoy seeing you fret over something like this, I must regretfully say that we did not," Jaehyun laughed again. "You were out like a light, and doing IT with a corpse simply did not appeal to me."

"Oh, good," Taeyong mumbled. "I mean, okay."

"Do not tell me you are disappointed." Jaehyun spoke. "And could you not tell your virginity was still intact?"

"I could, I guess," Taeyong admitted. "Nothing's—broken."

Jaehyun now began roaring with laughter.

"How innocent can you be?"

"Well, I don't know. It's not like I have dicks up my ass every night to tell." Taeyong pouted. "But I could have told if you had put that snake inside me."

"You are flattering me. I am not that endowed."

"Yeah." Taeyong snorted. "And pigs fly. Now give me my clothes."

"I told you they are gone. You will have to walk around naked."

"And give Kim ahjumma a heart attack?" Taeyong quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh, you are not allowed to leave the room. I will have food brought over."

"You must be joking."

Taeyong rolled his eyes, trying hard to ignore the man's hot gaze lingering on his body.

"Really, Taeyong, after the stunt you pulled last night on me, I think I am entitled to some compensation. And, since you are not ready to give in just yet, I have to get creative."

Jaehyun got out of the bed and marched in all his naked body towards the bathroom.

"What stunt?"

"You got drunk."

Jaehyun spoke over his shoulder and closed the door behind him.

Taeyong looked around.

There had to be some clothes somewhere. He went to check the closet, but surprisingly, it was under lock and key.

Alright, the fucker was getting annoying right now. He could not march all over the place in the buff.

He eyed the door to the room, weighing his options. Maybe he could make a run for it. His room was right next door, after all.

Eh, he sighed, as the knob moved, but the door didn't budge.

Alright, he could deal with this.

Nothing out of the ordinary in being naked and spending time with a sex god.

He was completely sure nothing was going to happen.

He just wondered if he was lying to himself that he didn't want something to happen.