Broken | Jaeyong

chapter 13

Taeyong opened the front door as quietly as he could. All the lights were off and there was no sound to indicate Jisung was awake. 

He pulled off the black hoodie and threw it to the armchair on the far end of the room. He then walked down to the kitchen to check on the roast he left to cool. It was put into the fridge with a small proportion taken out of it. At least Jisung had something to eat before he went to bed. Taeyong had no appetite, not after what happened. He felt sick and hurt, as per usual. 

With a sigh, Taeyong grabbed a pair of pyjamas and went to the bathroom. he looked at himself in the mirror, him and all his miserable glory. Lips the colour of ripe plums, nose red with snot icing his nostrils, all topped off with his slicked lashes and blood shot eyes covered in a pathetic layer of tears. He turned away before he broke down again. 

As he showered, he let the ice cold water run down his scalp and over his muscles, cleansing him and hopefully his thoughts. Taeyong didn't want them, he absolutely hated them. His thoughts controlled him, controlled his emotions and the worst thing about it was that he didn't control his thoughts, Jaehyun did. He littered them with his presence, with his smile, with his voice, with his touches, with his body, with his love and with his portrayal. Taeyong hates his thoughts because Jaehyun is his thoughts. 

When Taeyong had finished showering he realised he didn't want to go back to his bed, didn't want to return to something cold when he needed warmth. So, he walked along the corridor and stopped before the door that had been slammed shut hours ago. He opened it slightly to be welcomed with the soft snores of Jisung, the boy's tall frame huddled in the thick blanket to escape from the winter cold. Taeyong entered the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He silently slipped underneath the blanket and wrapped his arms around his son's torso, nuzzling into the warmth he radiated. 

"Dad?" Jisung mumbled softly, rolling over so he faced Taeyong. Taeyong smiled endearingly at his son's sleepy state. "How was it?"

"I don't want to talk about it, chicken." Taeyong spoke cuddling Jisung closer. 

Jisung nodded with a yawn, shifting so he rested comfortably in his father's hold, "Okay."

"Good night, Sungie." Taeyong whispered, closing his eyes and welcoming sleep to take over him.

"Night, Dad." Jisung mumbled as the two fell off into an inviting slumber. 

Taeyong stood in front of the sizzling pan with one hand on the handle and other around his enlarged belly. This spot beside the oven has become a common place for him. Pregnancy always made him crave the weirdest things at the weirdest times. 

He jumped slightly as arms wrapped around his middle and enveloped him into an embrace. Jaehyun's deep voice chuckled from behind him at his startled behaviour, leaving sweet little pecks on Taeyong's shoulder while he did so. 

"How are my babies doing?" The taller asked, softly rubbing Taeyong's belly with his hands in both a protective and affectionate manner.

"Great. Jisung's kicking so much it feels like I have a feral animal in my stomach." Taeyong groaned as Jaehyun laughed at the older's complaining. 

Jaehyun then sighed with content as he rubbed his cheek along the plain of Taeyong's shoulder, earning a warm eye-creasing smile from the smaller. He continued to encircled Taeyong's belly with smooth hands, laying soft kisses and nuzzles into the croak of the other's neck. 

"You're so beautiful. I miss you so much." Jaehyun whispered through the comfortable silence. Taeyong's movements stopped and his mood dropped with the statement. "I love you so much."