Mine | Jaeyong

Chapter 26

I've updated so much! I apologize, I must be annoying updating this much but it's just for purposes of me having 0% writer's block, it's so fun for me to write this, so please enjoy it while you can.

It became night, and there was a knocking on the door. Chittapon looked up from his fashion magazine, Taeyong also did the same with the French newspaper he was practising his French with, he was previously mumbling words under his breath in revision. He had folded it back up and placed it onto the coffee table, standing on his feet he slowly walked to the door.

He peeked through the spy hole and saw nothing. He turned to Chittapon. 'Probably a prankster...' But then another, more tougher and impatient knock was made. He furrowed his eyebrows.

Chittapon's eyes grew wide. 'Well it's either that, actually somebody, a really small person or we're both gonna get murdered by some sort of ghost of Easter past.'

Taeyong tried to stop himself from laughing, making a small wheeze. He was easily susceptible to laughter and Chittapon was just a funny person that suited Taeyong's sense of humor. So they bounced off of eachother with it. 'I don't think it goes like that. I don't know what kind of stories you've been reading but-'

Another knock.

They both made awkward face's. 'I really don't want to be murdered...' Muttered Taeyong, he slowly turned the lock and peeked his head through the door 'Nobody's there!' He shouted and fear washed down him. 'We're gonna die t-'

Suddenly arms wrapped around him as figure stepped out from around the corner and he really believed he was gonna get murdered there, until he felt a damp press on his neck and smelt the strong calonge that was of an earthy, wood-like smell mixed with roses and he knew it was Jaehyun. He wondered why Jaehyun would try to scare him though.

Chittapon smirked, dropping the magazine onto the table. 'Haha! I'll go order than costume for tomorrow Taeyong.'

Taeyong pulled Jaehyun off of him and yelled at Chittapon. 'Hey! W-'
Jaehyun hugged his arms around Taeyong again. 'What costume?' He smiled and pushed the boy up into a wall so he could get his attention, so Taeyong felt his stomach drop, Jaehyun's eyes resembled one's of a playful puppy.

Taeyong gulped.
'Oh, it's nothing. I'm having troubles right now and it would be better if you left... hm?' Taeyong tried to direct Jaehyun out of the door but he distained the offer.

He was intent on wanting to know the reason why. 'What problems~' And if Taeyong stood correctly, he would say Jaehyun was in an awfully clingy mood and it could have been caused by the separation they had by just a few good metres.

Taeyong felt the butterflies swarming in his tummy again, and he nearly knocked the lamp over as he tried to back away from Jaehyun who closed the door, which clicked as it shut and made a ringing tune sound to show it had locked.

'Where's Johnny?' Taeyong tried to change the subject.

Jaehyun leant on the wall beside Taeyong's left side of his face. 'I dunno, he seemed pretty horny if you ask me...' There was a curl in the side of Jaehyun's lips. Taeyong had wondered if they both watched something erotic or something surrounding that genre. They both sounded and seemed to be... in that mood. Right when Chittapon and Taeyong didn't want them to be.

'I can't...'

'What~?' Jaehyun smiled.

Taeyong couldn't afford to lose this challenge, he couldn't afford to get turned on by Jaehyun when he was really digging at it. Right at the wrong moment, it seemed way too coincidental for a matter if a fact. Then Taeyong had began to think and had wondered if maybe they overheard their convocation, and Jaehyun was pretending to be oblivious to it, just to see Taeyong in a maid's costume.

'Why are you acting like this?' Taeyong whispered, even though it wasn't like anyone else was there, Chittapon had went into the room with his bed in it and closed the door to a firm shut to not disturb anything. He was just happy that he'd be maybe winning the bet.

Jaehyun made a groan and he fondled with the rim of Taeyong's red-graffiti hoodie. Taeyong waited for an answer. 'Hm...' Jaehyun grinned. 'Because you look hot.' He bit onto his bottom lip and Taeyong felt his cheeks heat up all of a sudden.

'Jaehyun did you watch something erotic?' He tried asking the reason's he predicted that happened. Jaehyun made a deep-throaty laugh that made Taeyong gulp. He was certain Jaehyun's compliment was in reverse. 'Did you-'
Jaehyun covered Taeyong's mouth firmly with his hand. 'No more questions... It's obvious.' He carried on that deep tone with his voice, sounding sexy, he was trying to sound arousing.

His stands of brown hair fell onto his face as he leant close to his lover.
Taeyong sighed, jabbing the other in the chest with his finger, causing Jaehyun to flinch. 'You seriously looked at that sort of stuff with Johnny, huh? You punks... And you say you don't like Nakamoto Yuta because he's a fuckboy, and you're becomming one yourself.' Taeyong looked much like an exasperated mother, he crossed his arms.

Jaehyun made a grunt before thinking how to comeback in a reply.
'But, only for you.' Jae went back to moving closer to the boy.

Taeyong tutted. 'You get cheesier and cheesier...' He joked, still trying to change the mood.

Jaehyun laughed in that deep-throaty tone again that made the hair's stick up on Taeyong's back. 'You gotta help me out...' He asked after his laughter fadded.

'Go be like Johnny... He seems to be coping that well. How can what you watched make you like this?'

Jaehyun smirked. 'Oh, he's not doing so well too, you know. He is worse than me. He may have gone to m-'

' No! I don't want to hear it...' Taeyong waved his hands. He didn't want to picture this in his mind, picturing them watching pornography was enough to make him question them.
Jaehyun leant forward and rested his head down on Taeyong. 'I think he'll find his way here.' After Jaehyun said that, Tae's nose twitched like a rabbit. 'You two...'