forbidden ↠ jaeyong

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c h a p t e r  t e n

"i really want to hit you ten times." taeil said, still mad at the male who's now laying at the bed.

"saranghae, hyung." and he gave him a finger heart.

"i'm already home, hyung. don't worry." taeil murmured. "home my ass, the waiting shed is your home? stupid." and he rolled his eyes.

"i am, hyung. i'm so stupid." the younger said, holding back his tears. "if i didn't help him, he would not be mad at me, right?"

"so, that's the reason why you're in the middle of the rain?" taeil's eyebrow raised.

"hyung! i didn't know that it would rain heavily!" taeyong defended himself.

"you can even use a taxi, it's already late to be dramatic in the street, taeyong." taeil said. "jaehyun barged into the house, getting jaeyu. just like that. no thank you or else."

"that's why i feel like there's something that must be going on between you two." taeil continued.

taeyong got up from the bed, and taeil hugged him, which made the younger one cry. taeyong was really holding back his tears since taeil was scolding him.

he called taeil since the rain was really heavy and he didn't want to look like a lost kid in that waiting shed. he didn't want to get sick but look at him right now, he was now sick.

"don't blame everything on you, taeyongie." taeil said. "you just wanted to help him, okay? hush now, you need to eat first before taking medicine."

taeyong didn't argue and just did what taeil said. he knows that he is still sick until tomorrow but hopes he can get up to work.

"do i need to call hyuckie and said taeyong will not going to work tomorrow?" doyoung asked while staring at the male who's now peacefully sleeping.

"i hope mark is here so he will punch you for calling haechan like that." taeil said.

"yah, you're mean." he pouted.

"let's ask taeyong first tomorrow, but text haechan that taeyong was sick." taeil said and doyoung immediately did it.

the next day, taeyong woke up late and his head was really hurt. he saw the medicines on the side table. that's why he took it and drank some water.

suddenly his phone rang, the caller made him nervous. this was the twenty times he called.

"jae—"

[where the fuck are you?!] a loud voice greeted him, a voice that was full of anger.

"uh, i can't go work—"

[no, you need to be here. fix all the problems you made.] and the call ended.

taeyong looked at the time and it's already past eleven, he rolled his eyes and started to move even if his head was killing him.

"taeyong—"

"i'm already fine, hyung. i will just go somewhere." taeyong cuts him off.

"but you're still sick!" taeil shouted, taeyong just gave him a smile.

"this is gonna be fast, okay? i will be fine. i just need something to fix." and he left.