count on me┃jaeyong

⌜ sixteen ⌟

❝uh, g-guys?❞ taeyong tried to speak out, feeling himself shrinking as he stood in between the two who were this near to throwing fists.

clicking his tongue, the japanese actor knew that he had no time to be entertaining this guy. he then grabbed hold of his friend's wrist and pulled him back to his side, almost making him stumble back as he did so. but before taeyong could stand himself up properly right next to the actor, his other arm was being pulled towards the opposite side and it made him yelp at how he bumped on to a chest.

at this point, he's going to have his arm ripped apart.

❝let go of him.❞ yuta then told the other, pulling the smaller back to his side.

jaehyun scoffed, doing the same thing but not pulling too harsh as he didn't want to hurt the male they are playing tug of war with. ❝come on taeyong, let's go home.❞

conflicted on as to whom he will go to, he first made an attempt to take his arms from the two's tight hold. the shorter male then gulped as he struggled to get away from them. ❝h-hey?❞

but it seems like no one heard him. the both of them are too busy glaring at each other and are already planning on ways as to how they'd start a fist fight. ❝can't you see we were together? i'll be the one to take him home.❞

❝but first come first serve,❞ the student said with a smug expression as he tried to threaten the actor in front of him. ❝i asked him first.❞

❝really now?❞ the japanese found his statement hard to believe, making him scoff.

❝j-jaehyun,❞ he really can't stop himself from stuttering as he was being pressured in choosing between these two. heck, he didn't even know this guy would come. he didn't tell him where he is, neither did he tell the younger that he would be needing a ride home so his driver won't bother passing by to his school. ❝i t-think i should just go with yuta—❞

the male was then cut off by a stern voice coming from the younger. ❝check your phone.❞

jaehyun then did the honors of letting go his wrist that he mayhaps gripped on too tight, giving taeyong the chance to check the messages he had received from him. the shorter had his eyes widened and mouth in agape as he didn't even get to see these messages he had gotten ever since lunch time. they were all about asking him out on a dinner later, picking him up from school, and there's even a message asking how he's doing.

as much as he wanted to feel flattered by this, taeyong was guilty for not seeing the messages.

with an apologetic smile, he turned to the actor. ❝yuta, i'm sorry.❞