Doyoung bit his lip, "I'll love that ...but I still think he'll kill us both."
"So? We'll both see each other in heaven."
Doyoung let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes at Taeyong's naiveness. However, a corner of his lip was curved up...
Doyoung patted around his pockets for his phone, only to find them empty. Right, those are Taeyong’s pants.
“Do you know a Taeil?” Taeyong squinted at the screen of his messaging app.
“Yea, he’s a friend of mine,” Doyoung shifted his posture to lean on Taeyong’s shoulder more comfortably.
“He’s calling?”Taeyong handed the phone to Doyoung.
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“Taeil?” Doyoung replied, his voice scratchy.
“Doyoung! Are you okay? Did that sucker do anything? Doyoung, I can pick you up…”
“Taeil, i’m fine,” Doyoung comforted Taeil, trying to calm his nerves.
“Are you in his arms right now? Did he drug you? I thought…”
“Taeil, I’m fine. It’s pretty comfortable too,”
“….”
“Taeil?”
“So I’ll assume that Taeyong has something special. Anyway, I’ll send you the schedule,”
“Taeyong can help me check it,”
“JUST TAKE THE SCHEDULE.”
“Okay,”
“…”
“…”
“Bye, B…B..Bestie,”
“Bye, Taeil”
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“I didn’t know that you had a boyfriend,” Taeyong remarked, clearly disappointed.
“You think too much.,” Doyoung threw his phone back to Taeyong, “He’s not my type.”
“I knew that, then who’s your type?” The ends of Taeyong’s lips curved upwards slightly, but enough for Doyoung to notice.
“You,” Doyoung sighed, getting out of bed, rolling his eyes at Taeyong’s snarky whoop.
“I’ll be making breakfast,” Doyoung shuffled to the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“Lovely, I have an online lecture to attend,” Taeyong beamed brightly, blowing a kiss to Doyoung.
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Doyoung went over to Taeyong’s slouching figure in front of the computer. He slid a plate of warm waffles next to his laptop. Taeyong smiled a thanks at him and patted his lap.
Unfortunately, Doyoung did not have much experience in the sweet but foreign love world and he obediently put the plate of waffles on Taeyong’s lap. Taeyong groaned and put the waffles back on the table before pulling Doyoung onto his lap. Taeyong looked fondly at Doyoung’s big bunny eyes and bringing his hand to carcass Doyoung’s face.
“Can I touch you?” Taeyong’s hand ultimately stopped at Doyoung’s cheek. Doyoung nodded and Taeyong glided the back of his hand down Doyoung’s soft cheek. “This is quite different from the first time I touched you, do you like it now?” Judging from the way Doyoung was snuffling his face into his palm, that was a certain yes. “Was there every a reason?” Taeyong prodded carefully, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” He added hurriedly.
“Haephephobia, the fear of being touched,” Doyoung replied softly. Taeyong quickly withdrew his hand. “Put that back,” Doyoung grabbed Taeyong’s hand mid journey and put it back on his face.
“Are you going for treatment for it?” Taeyong asked, his hand cupping Doyoung’s cheek, regret filling his heart.
“I wouldn’t let the specialist touch me. They recommended a loved one to have treatment with me but…” Doyoung’s voice trailed off, his eyes diverting around the room. Taeyong waited patiently for him to continue. “I don’t think I have…one?” Doyoung’s voice cracked a little at the end and he coughed to cover it up. Taeyong pulled Doyoung closer to him and patted his head gently.
“That’s alright, you have me don’t you? You love me right?” Taeyong smiled softly at Doyoung, “I m..mean if you think so…I guess?” Taeyong fumbled with his words, frowning slightly.
“Have some confidence, I do love you alright?” Doyoung beamed softly at him, putting his hand on Taeyong’s one on his cheek.
“So we’re like…a couple now?” Taeyong silently wished for an answer, studying Doyoung’s expressions carefully.
