"jaehyun? jaehyun!"
"huh?"
he snapped out of his unresponsive state at doyoung's voice, and looked up at him, only to gaze back down again as soon as he met the elder's eyes.
"jae are you okay? you've been spacing out a lot today."
the softer tone of doyoung nearly melted jaehyun, but one part of him wanted to scold doyoung harshly that only taeyong can call him jae. no one else. and the other part obviously didn't.
jaehyun liked the way his name rolled of doyoung's tongue.
he kept on staring at doyoung, who stood by near the kitchen counter, cooling something for lunch and at the same reorganizing the food cabinet.
"think about jr? is he a good person? he's a really handsome one though. and-"
"wait what? what are you even talking about?"
"weren't you listening to me jung jaehyun?"
he cleared his throat, embarrassed, before answering.
"um sorry. no."
"well then what were you exactly thinking about about? anything on your mind?"
you.
"nothing. nothing.... important."
doyoung looked at jaehyun who was on the couch, with a concerned and a soft face.
"jaehyun."
"i just miss taeyong."
"oh."
"yeah. like, he just ditched me on our date, cause something apparently came up that he couldn't ignore. he just sent a text apologizing and that he'll make it up to me. i mean, i understand that it's the weekend, but really can't he just call me once? i was gonna propose to him to be my boyfriend for god's sake! i've already tried calling him 6 times and he never picked them up! so, i'm not gonna call him anymore. i'm angry. i'll stay angry until he calls."
he huffed and crossed his arms like a child, pouting. jaehyun failed to notice the adoring and soft expression doyoung carried while walking towards him.
he sat down beside him, their shoulders almost touching, and the smell of the elder making jaehyun's mind fuzzy.
"aww. is jaehyun angry? you know what jae? i'll make you happy. i'll cook your favorite food now for lunch, and we'll go out okay?"
he gave jaehyun a one sided hug and went away back to the kitchen and jaehyun made his way back into his bedroom, locking the door again, and standing against it, trying to calm his hammering heart at the elder's previous words.
i'll make you happy.
those four words brought so much warmth. so much comfort. so much happiness.
so much that taeyong couldn't even make him feel like that in these past months.
what exactly was he feeling towards his guardian angel?
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"hyun. w-we should stop."
taeyong was pinned against the wall of his apartment, his best friend's lips against his neck and hands under his shirt.
"i love you yong. i always have. and i'm not gonna let you go again."
taeyong groaned and threw his head back at the pleasure coursing through his body.
he knew it was wrong. they both knew.
but they couldn't help it. or themselves.
taeyong's hands ran up and down of the chiseled chest of jonghyun, the latter lips against taeyong's.
they were literally eating each other, tongues intertwined and creating beautiful harmony and memories for both of them to remember.
jonghyun slowly raised taeyong's arms up, lifting his shirt in the process, their eyes never straying away from each other.
when their lips connected again, all hot, wet, hungry and desperate, that's when taeyong moaned out the words required to break each and every wall he had built around himself.
"make me yours kim jonghyun."
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(stan nuest y'all)
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