My Hot Professor • Johnjae ✔

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a/n: This photo is amazing-

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Third-person P.O.V

~last night in Dotae's house~

Taeyong is in the kitchen, just finishing up his cooking for his husband who hasn't come home yet. Then he heard the door opening and a few footsteps coming closer to him. A pair of arms curls around his waist, it startles him a bit but soon calms down.

"Doyoung?" Taeyong calls. The said man didn't respond, instead he rests his chin on his shoulders, humming a song. To Taeyong, this action is very unusual. Usually when Doyoung got home he'd go to his room and do unknown things there. Not that he minds, he actually enjoys it a lot.

The younger then release his hold and walks to the living room. Taeyong was done cooking and soon walks there as well, he saw him sitting down on the couch watching TV. He sat beside him and rest his head on his shoulders, Doyoung wraps his arm around his shoulder

After a few minutes of silence, the younger spoke.

"I'm sorry" Taeyong sat up and looks at him confused.

"Sorry for what?" he asked. Doyoung sighs and looks away.

"For everything, I neglected you, ignored you, never here for you" he breathed, the feeling of guilt swarming around him.

"Don't be sorry, you were just busy-"

"I have to!" The younger shouted, making the older flinch.

"I... I asked you to marry me just so we can be together, spend time together and do everything together. But here we are" Doyoung exclaims while staring at the silver ring on his ring finger. Taeyong stood there in silence, processing what he had said.

"Do...do you still love me?" The younger mutters. The older widens his eyes and immediately sat on his lap, tears already gathering in his eyes.

"What kind of question is that?! Of course I still love you and I always will" he cried out. Doyoung stares at the man on his lap, cheeks and eyes red, droplets of tears rolling down.

"How did I marry a cry baby" He snickers, receiving a hard punch on his chest.

"Ow why did you do that?" He whined.

Taeyong just huffs while crossing his arms. "I hate you"

"You literally just cried out saying you love me dipstick- OW" Doyoung whines in pain while the older cackles and rest his chin on his shoulders. The younger embraced him, hands on his waist.

"Promise me don't leave or ignore me"

"I promise"

"And stay at home"

"But I have to work-"

"Can you at least adjust your hours?"

"....fine"