the moment they were now allowed to go back, after a dinner where jaehyun had done nothing but always annoy taeyong by kicking his leg down the table and the older also doing the same, taeyong didn't think twice to drag his mother away from the place and go back to their own room. he luckily walk away before jaehyun asks permission to have a private talk with him, which he really was about to do but taeyong already walked away before he could.

flopping down the bed after a good meal, the mother let out a sound of satisfaction. she planned to immediately go to sleep but then remembered something happening back at the living which she didn't get to expect. ❝he's your boyfriend—❞

❝no, he's not!❞ taeyong stood there by the door, guarding it with his life as if a wild animal would come barging inside their room.

❝but what was that!?❞ she, too, had her voice raised. who wouldn't be shocked knowing that their son is already taken? not even knowing that it's the one of the family she is working with.

❝that,❞ being in this stressful and confusing situation was pressuring taeyong for some reason, making him pull his hair in frustration. ❝was a scam!❞

the woman expected a much more convincing answer than that, having her gaze change to boredom as she look at her son who's stomping from left to right while groaning. already owning a guess of her own, she just nodded her head while pointing a finger at the male who's mumbling some gibberish.

❝so, this is the reason as to why you don't have plans for yuta.❞ she told him, still nodding her head.

taeyong paused and turned to face her mother. ❝mom, no—❞

❝because you already have a boyfriend!❞ she exclaimed before she could let her son explain the situation he is in. ❝i should have known. the reason why you came back late yesterday and not to mention wearing a new shirt was because you were with him.❞ mentioning about what happened during that night the son of the woman she saved came home drunk then made her furrow her brows. ❝you came back wearing a new shirt.. did you go fishing with him!?❞

the innocent term made taeyong be in a blushing mess, widening his eyes and immediately shaking his hands frantically, telling his mother not to take it in the wrong way. ❝he was dead down the floor! i just helped him.❞

❝the shirt, explain!❞

speaking of the shirt, it's still dumped right around their room and taeyong still had to wash it and give it back to that annoying guy who has a habit of smirking all the time.

❝he vomited on me, mom!❞

the two were raising their voices and anyone that would pass by their room, which there really was, would think that they are having a war inside. the mother and the son glared at each other, finding other words to spit back, but was snapped back to their senses seconds after and it was the woman bursting out laughing.

with a pout on his face, taeyong turned around with a huff. ❝you really don't believe me?❞

❝i mean, you two look good together.❞ she commented, wiping the tears she got from laughing at how upset and serious her son looked like while defending himself. ❝i don't mind believing what's not real.❞

that was what she also said with yuta and also with johnny when he brought that biker at his house for a school project. ❝you find me looking good with anyone.❞

he honestly appreciated how she accepted him when he came out of the closet, not to mention how supportive she became upon knowing it. she'd always even tease him, looking like his bestfriend instead of a mother, whenever a cute guy passes by.

❝listen to me, taeyong.❞ she started, properly sitting down with that look on her face which he can never take it seriously.

lazily nodding his head and taking his charger from one of his bags, he quickly charged his phone while waiting right next to the desk where he placed it. crossing his arms and facing his mother down the bed, he raised a brow as if he was waiting for her to continue. ❝i'm listening.❞

❝this is different.❞ she clasped her hands together and made taeyong groan at another session of this kind of talk. ❝he is different. i feel something going on between the two of you and—❞

❝it's just hatred.❞ he cuts him off before she goes on a whole essay as to why he should end up with that annoying guy. this was also the same about yuta when that japanese actor joked about taeyong being his boyfriend. ❝something happened to us before this.❞

gasping and covering her mouth, the woman was shaking in nervousness down the bed. ❝a-are you.. it can't be.❞ taeyong questioned her reaction, wanting to know what caused her to look like that. ❝are you pregnant, taeyong? is he the other father?❞

sometimes, he just wonders what's going on inside that head of hers. ❝what—❞

but before he could deny it, his phone now started ringing and taeyong just noticed countless of messages and calls he had missed coming from both the japanese actor and his biker friend. right, he forgot to tell johnny that he got home already. he must have told yuta about it and got him worried.

❝i'll take this first.❞ he said, removing the charger and leaving his phone to at least ten percent.

❝taeyong!❞

before stepping out of the room, he was being called by his mother that made him turn around just to see that innocent smile of hers that can never fool taeyong.

puffing her cheeks, she made sure to use a baby voice to tease her son. ❝i want triplets.❞

the mention of having three kids honestly made taeyong sweat buckets. ❝goodluck adopting then,❞ he said waving a hand at her which had his phone and showing her that he'd take a call from yuta. ❝because that would be impossible to happen with me!❞

hearing his mother huffing made the son laugh, getting out of the room and closing the door before facing his phone that missed another call. taeyong was about to call either of the two but he received another call from the japanese actor that made take a deep breath before swiping it and placing the device on his ear.

he didn't even get to say a word, a shout was then heard from the other line.

"where the fuck have you been!?"

taeyong had to pull his phone away with his face all scrunched. placing it back, he composed himself before speaking. ❝dead.❞

he didn't mean to say that one word. he just felt his throat itching from all the shouting he did with his mother and he felt thirsty, making him turn around and started to stride down the corridors and make his way to the main kitchen.

"you're dead!?" panic was visible in the actor's tone. "are you calling from heaven? is there even signal there—"

❝my phone died, yuta.❞ he managed to explain despite of his voice getting hoarse. ❝i didn't get to tell johnny i got back.❞

seeing a familiar glass door, it made taeyong sigh in relief as he walked towards it. he quietly twisted the door knob and opened it, peeking his head inside the main kitchen to see if there was anyone there. seeing that the lights were turned off and everything being cleaned to the point it's shiny, taeyong didn't think twice and immediately took a step in.

"i'm really going to kill that biker!" a frustrated groan came out from the japanese's mouth. "i told him to take you home! he has a motorbike for god's sake."

rolling his eyes at how his bestfriend was reacting, ❝you know how much he loves brad, he'd never let anyone ride it.❞ he told him while going over to a large fridge.

"this is the reason why he's still single."

that statement made taeyong laugh, almost making him drop the bottle of water he took from the fridge. that's also what he was thinking way back the moment he could see the obsession his friend had with his motorbike. ❝you're also single, yuta.❞

a scoff was then heard, "i can easily get anyone if i want to."

if he can, then why is he having a hard time getting taeyong?

❝anyways, i heard the rumor about you being in a new movie?❞ taeyong poured a bottle of water down the glass before drinking it and continuing what he was saying after. ❝fan service?❞

"fan service?" the japanese actor took a few minutes before letting out a sound of realization. he never knew news about the title of his upcoming movie could spread around this fast. "yeah, with a chinese actor"

❝dong sicheng? he's cute.❞ taeyong had already made research about it after hearing a group of girls in school talking about his friend's new movie coming up. ❝i'll look forward to it!❞

yuta let out a chuckle, finding the older male quite cute. "you always do, taeyong."

why wouldn't he? aside from being he's friend, he actually admired the japanese's talent in acting. ❝of course, i'm your fan!❞

❝a fan, huh?❞

a voice being heard right next to his ear then made taeyong yelp and drop the bottle he was holding down the counter. quickly turning around with his instincts kicking and having his hand raised up to slap whoever dared to scare him, both his wrists was being gripped on tight by a hand and was being pushed towards the counter.

his eyes widened at who he had to see inside the dark kitchen, heart beating out of his chest as how close their faces were.

"taeyong? did something happen?"

he wanted to call out his friend's name and tell me what just happened but his wrist was being held tight. he can't even end the call, making him nervous when the person who came to scare him diverted his gaze to the device and caught the caller's id.

it made him smirk upon reading it. ❝actor yu?❞

taeyong shut his eyes tight and started to regret why he named yuta that way, making it more obvious in a situation like this.

hearing an unfamiliar voice then worried the japanese more, thinking a lot of possibilities of what could have happened to his friend. "taeyong, should i start calling for the police? who is there with you?"

the person eyed the shorter male for a short second before nearing his head towards the phone. ❝taeyong can't come to the phone right now.❞

yuta gritted his teeth at the deep voice, "oh yeah, why?"

❝because,❞ he removed his grip on the smaller's wrist with a smirk on his face, having his index finger this close to the red button. ❝he's with his hubby.❞

the actor didn't even get to say a word as the call was ended.

snapping back from his thoughts, taeyong clicked his tongue and forced to retrieve his other wrist from the person's grip. placing his phone back inside his pocket, he harshly pushed the guy away from him. that didn't cause a great damage though, only making the taller move an inch away, but that didn't stop the older to give him an intimidating glare.

❝what the fuck is your problem, hm?❞ taeyong snapped at him, lightly punching his chest. that was a wrong thing to do though, it only made him feel how hard it was. it felt like he punched a boulder.

❝so, it's really you.❞ taking his phone out from his pocket, the guy was searching for something before showing it to the shorter male, successfully making him widen his eyes. ❝the controversial boyfriend.❞

it was a picture of them inside that restaurant they went in during the friendly date they had. the picture was taken in an angle where his face wasn't really seen completely, making him be relieved for a second. but the fact that this guy right here has found out that it was him made him be in a risky situation.

❝don't even deny,❞ the guy started after seeing that he was silent upon seeing the picture. ❝i can never forget that beanie you're wearing.❞

his beanie, taeyong gasped the moment he remembered it. no, not the kiss, neither the part he messed his hair up, but the time when he removed his beanie and dropped it somewhere when he ran away from the quarreling couple.

it then made him click his tongue at how the taller male looked like he had evil plans in store for him. ❝what do you want, jaehyun?❞

the said male almost had a wide smile formed in his face when the older remembered his name, not to mention how it rolled perfectly in his tongue. ❝what do i want?❞

sliding his phone down on to the kitchen counter, jaehyun had his tongue poking in his inner cheek while approaching close to the panicking male. he then trapped him using both his hands being placed on his sided and leaned nearer that their nose almost touched if it weren't for taeyong leaning back.

❝you, taeyong.❞ and in case he didn't get to hear it, jaehyun moved to his ear just to whisper the answer to him. ❝i want you.❞

the shorter male cursed inside his head as he almost let out a whimper at how his deep voice was affecting him so much. he then placed both his hands on the buffed chest and made an attempt to push him away, only to fail.

his undeniably adorable action made jaehyun chuckle. ❝i want you to fix my relationship with my ex-boyfriend.❞

for a second there, his thoughts went to places and got nervous as to why he wanted him in the first place. but, why did he feel suddenly disappointed upon clearing the misunderstanding? shaking his head, taeyong told himself not to think about it as there are more things to focus on.

and part of it was finding an escape route out from this mess. ❝what do you want me to do about it?❞

maybe giving in to his plan can let him leave, he honestly can't take breathing the same air with him anymore.

especially when they are this close that one wrong move could make them taste each other again. not like taeyong minds— aggressively pushing the thought away, he wanted to convince himself that kissing him again would be the biggest regret he'd ever do in his entire life.

❝it's easy.❞ pulling an inch away from the male, jaehyun tilted his head to the side with an amused grin plastered on his face. ❝be my boyfriend.❞

❝how does that—❞ the cliche movies he had watch and read because of yuta then came rushing inside his head, making him understand situation he is in. ❝to make him jealous.❞

the way how he caught up fast made the taller male look so proud. ❝you're smart after all, wifey.❞

❝don't. call. me. that.❞ taeyong hissed at him, hitting him hard on his chest again because he knew he didn't have the chance to push him away.

shrugging, he didn't know what's wrong in calling him that cute endearment. ❝why? i'm just reminding you about your position.❞

that made taeyong make a mocking scoff, having enough of dealing with this pea brain right here. ❝listen here, women can be dominant in a relationship. they can be the bread winner and they can rule if they want to so don't make another sexist comment or i'm going to go bonkers and kick you in the balls.❞

jaehyun didn't know where he got lost, either in the middle of the older's sentence or in his furious gaze, but he sure was smiling while the shorter male was scolding him. ❝but can you though?❞

taeyong stopped speaking when he heard the other asking a question he didn't get to hear correctly. ❝what?❞

❝can you top me?❞ knowing that he can't, the taller guy just stayed smirking as he saw how the older's face fell at that question.

not wanting to lose the confidence, the smaller male being trapped by the kitchen counter then gulped but answered back nonetheless. ❝y-you bet i c-can!❞

the way how he stuttered gave jaehyun more self-esteem. ❝let me see you try.❞

widening his eyes, he didn't expect for taeyong to push him hard that managed to get him in the middle of the kitchen. it was the older's turn to trap him by the kitchen island, but the way how his face was burning fire made jaehyun scoff at his effort for trying.

he then crossed his arms and raised a brow with a teasing grin, ❝then what?❞

roughly clutching on to the younger's thin shirt, taeyong still went on with his act and pulled the taller down till they would match their heights. ❝y-you won't want to k-know what i can d-do to you.❞

his poor attempt just made jaehyun let out an uncontrollable laugh, now having an idea how to switch this up and show who really is dominant between them.

not even hesitating to do so, the taller male crouched down a bit and surprised taeyong by placing his hands behind his thighs and now lifted him up to the ground. the older let out a shriek but covered his mouth at how loud it was, breathing heavily when he was being placed down the kitchen island and had his legs being wrapped around jaehyun's torso.

his face was heating up and it only made the taller male smirk in victory, pulling him closer as he wrapped his arms around his waist. ❝and you also don't want to know what i can do to you, kitten.❞ he said, purposely deepening his voice.

jaehyun might have misheard it but he could have sworn that taeyong quietly whimpered.

but their position was being exposed when the lights was suddenly switched on, having their heads being whipped to the door frame which showed jaehyun's mother covering her mouth upon seeing the two in that way.

❝oh my god, my holy kitchen!❞

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