obsession ➢ jaeyong

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"baby, I don't understand this, you're changing, I can't stand it"

Taeyong woke up very confused. He was in a jail cell, being stared down by a very attractive male and his much uglier companion.

They were whispering quietly amongst themselves, not paying any attention to him.

"Um, hello?" His voice cracked slightly from thirst. The cute guy turned to look at him with a sad smile on his face.

"Good morning, Taeyong. I'm Officer Jung, and this is Judge Lee."

"W-why am I here?" Taeyong asked pathetically.

Officer Jung sighed. "You tried to kill someone."

Taeyong's eyes widened. "I- what?"

"We talked to a doctor about it. He informed us that you have dissociative identity disorder. Do you know what that is, Taeyong?"

Taeyong shook his head.

"Well according to the doctor, you have some sort of alter ego. They suggested we put you into a psychiatric hospital." Jaehyun crouched down in front of the bars of the cell and gently brought his hands to Taeyong's scared face.

"But pretty boys don't belong with crazy people." He whispered and trailed his fingers down Taeyong's neck. Taeyong gulped loudly. Jaehyun smiled and moved away.

"So, I told them to leave you with me."

Taeyong nodded slowly as Officer Jung unlocked the cell door. He tried to stand, but a searing pain raced through his leg. He groaned and fell back to the floor.

"Oh god Taeyong, I'm sorry. We had to shoot your alter ego, which is in your body." Jaehyun ran over to him and frantically checked his body. He sighed in relief when he realized the boy was okay.

"Alright, c'mon. I'll carry you." Jaehyun stood up and grabbed Taeyongs arm. He threw it around his neck and grabbed the boy bridal style.

Taeyong yelped and smacked at Jaehyun's chest (which was very hard and muscley, according to Taeyong).

"Put me down, you hot asshole!" Taeyong half-yelled. He squirmed around in Jaehyun's arms again and groaned in frustration. This man was fucking ripped and Taeyong wasn't getting out anytime soon.

He decided to go with the flow and make himself comfortable. He rested his head on Jaehyun's shoulder, and even if Jaehyun wouldn't admit it, he was definitely about to sneeze. Taeyong's hair was tickling his face, but he liked the feeling of the smaller boy in his arms, so he ignored it and focused on getting to his car without dying.

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Motivation? What's that?