make you feel | jaeyong

foreshadowing pt. 2

9:56 pm

"okay,  i will admit that he was handsome, but it doesn't matter. ten, stop being stupid, you know i'm with jaehyun." taeyong laughed into the phone, folding the fresh, warm laundry.

"excuse me, who do you think i am? some tramp who sleeps random guys from bars?" taeyong chuckled, gently putting jaehyun's ironed pants in his drawer.

"no but really, stop being stupid. you go sleep with some random guy, i don't see why i should." taeyong fired back, not hearing the door of their bedroom open.

taeyong cut their long gossip talk short because he was positive that he was seconds away from falling asleep. he folded the last bit of laundry, finishing up stocking their clothes for the week.

their bedroom door swung open loudly, making taeyong jump. as soon as he saw that it was jaehyun and not a thief, he immediately smiled and relaxed.

"jae baby, you're home! i didn't hear you come in. how was your day? i just finished up the laundry, they're all back in your drawers. next time could you open the door a little softer, you know seungjae is a light sleeper." taeyong said sweetly, waking toward jaehyun, expecting his usual warm embrace upon arriving.

"this is my fucking house too, i can slam doors whenever the hell i want." jaehyun hissed, grabbing taeyong roughly and throwing him on the bed.

jaehyun got on top of him, holding him against the bed tightly. his strong hands were pinning taeyong's frail wrists tightly. he pressed rough kisses into taeyong's neck and lips, while he struggled underneath him. jaehyun straddled him tightly with his legs as taeyong frantically tried to get up from underneath him.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" taeyong shouted, attempting to push jaehyun off on him.

"who fucks you better huh? me? or that guy from bar? tell me!" jaehyun shouted, shoving his tongue down taeyong's mouth.

taeyong pulled his face away, eyes wide in fear and confusion.

"what?" taeyong cautioned, stopping his struggle for a moment to process what he had said.

"i said who fucks your slutty hole better? me or the guy from the bar?" jaehyun snapped.

taeyong's blood boiled as the realization hit of what jaehyun had just said.

"let go of me! let me go!" taeyong hissed, never being more pissed off in his entire life.

he used all of his strength to throw jaehyun off of him, getting up to his feet quickly, stumbling to get away from him. both of them were breathing hard, pumped full of adrenaline. their pupils were both blown open with rage, being used to stare each other down.

"i'm sick and tired of not being good enough for you! to you, there's always some guy that's better than me right? you act fucking ice cold with me but suddenly some random guy at a fucking bar talks to you and you loose your fucking panties. any excuse that you can blame on me to justify the fact that you're a fucking slut who can't commit to one person. so that's it, pick now. him or me?" jaehyun shouted in total delusional anger, making his way into taeyong's face.

"is that how it's going to be?" taeyong hissed, not back down from jaehyun's terrifying anger.

taeyong's answer lit jaehyun's eyes with even more fire. jaehyun stepped closer in the blink of an eye, roughly latching taeyong's jaw with his hands, painfully squeezing it in attempts to shut him up.