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Taeyong's eyes fluttered open as he hears the door pushes open recklessly. A slam followed by it, then lights pour in from the seeps of the doors. He hears muffled voices,
His eyes shifted over to the digital clock. It was 2 in the morning. He forces himself out of bed and steps out of the bedroom,
"Yuta?" Taeyong rubs his eyes, blinded by the soft, yellow lights. "Why are you being so noisy?" He opens his eyes to see a man over Yuta's shoulder. Immediately, he tilts his head. "Who is that?"
"Hey, sweetie," Yuta greets, "Sorry, he's a pain in the ass," He throws Jaehyun onto the couch and sighs heavily,
Taeyong walks over, "Ah, Jaehyun," He smiles as soft snores escape from the young man. Then, he looks at his lover. "Long night?"
Yuta smiled, "Of sorts," He rolled his eyes and laughs with the other. He finds himself being pulled in closer to Taeyong like a magnet, "Sorry I woke you up," He plants a kiss on his forehead,
Taeyong gazes deeply into Yuta's eyes. He seemed drained, tired. His smiles and giggles contradicted it but Taeyong could tell:
"Did something happen?" His arms finds his way around Yuta's waist, "You can tell me," He rests his head in the crook of Yuta's neck.
Yuta scoffs, "Everything's fine, he's just had more than he could drink,"
Taeyong doesn't say anything. Instead, he holds him tighter.
A heavy sigh escapes him. His arms envelope Taeyong's smaller figure, "Actually," He pauses, unsure of how he were to rest this burden on Taeyong.
He didn't want to and yet, the gentle, rhythmic pats on his back as they swayed softly, the warmth of this half-asleep prince and how wonderful he smelled had all made him melt away. It told him he was safe,
"Hey," Taeyong pulls away. He presses his lips against Yuta's forehead, a smile forming as he did so. "You stink,"
Taeyong runs his hand through Yuta's hair, "I'll wash your hair," He smiles and drags the other to the bathroom,
Yuta complies without another word. Taeyong's soft hums filled the bathroom.
"Wash up," Taeyong turns on the tap and rinses the shampoo off his hands. "Have you had dinner yet?"
"Uhm-" "Actually, never mind,"
"I'll make something! How does ramen and rice cakes sound?" He dries his hands with the towel, he doesn't bother waiting for Yuta's reply. "Good? Good!" He smiles and turns away, mumbling to himself about beef leftovers.
Yuta stands there, unable to stop himself from smiling. Though, he still couldn't tear his mind away from the events of earlier. The more he dives deeper into this Hell, the more he losses himself. He leans onto the sink for support, then looks up towards the mirror.
