Tongue Tied-JAEYONG

chapter twenty eight: every right

tongue tied. | every right

Jaehyun stayed at Taeyong's house all day. Taeyong was always the one who gives him the medicine on time, like a nurse would do. Other than that, they just watched some movies or find some series to binge in Netflux.

They're currently on the couch, Taeyong's head on Jaehyun's lap and his legs hanging on the end, watching some rom-com movie. Jaehyun was caressing Taeyong's head, playing with his hair.

"I heard that there would be a party. Acquaintance party, was it?"

Taeyong sat up before nodding.

"Then, you're my partner," Jaehyun added, but Taeyong pouted.

'Our partners should be girls.'

Jaehyun scoffed as he wrapped his arm around Taeyong's shoulder, "What? Who said that? That's a shitty rule."

Taeyong shrugged.

'Sicheng said it.'

"I say fuck the rules because no one's gonna take you from me."

The mute nudged his elbow against the man's stomach which made Jaehyun groan in pain and caressed his stomach.

"Why don't you just crossdress?" Jaehyun asked but suddenly froze about what he said. He cleared his throat awkwardly and adjusted himself on the couch, "Well...that would be kinky."

Taeyong clicked his tongue at Jaehyun.

"What?" Jaehyun laughed.

'Let's just get a partner. We can part with them, and then we could still be together.'

The man sighed, before kissing the other's head and hugged the small waist.

"Do you have a partner already?"

Taeyong pouted before shaking his head as a no.

"I'll try and get you from our building. I don't like the girls in your room."

Taeyong put up a small smile as he pecked Jaehyun's lips. Both of them were comfortable on their cuddling position while watching another rom-com movie. They were enjoying their Saturday and it was a good way that they're together right now.

Hours after, Jaehyun thought about leaving the house. He abused Taeyong enough so he should get going. He can take care of himself in the apartment, hopefully.

"I'll bring the clothes tomorrow--"

Taeyong shook his head while he's preparing a paperbag with medicines and time schedule for each of them. After, he rolled the top and looked at Jaehyun.

'Just change into your old clothes and I'll wash them myself.'

"But--"

'Just go change. Just put them in my room.'

Jaehyun nodded, "Okay."

The man ran upstairs and straight into the mute's room. He stripped the clothes that wasn't his and put on his old ones that were on the bed, neatly folded. After he wore his pants, he goes out shirtless.

"Taeyong?" Jaehyun goes down the stairs while he try to wear the shirt but he froze halfway on the stairs.

Taeyong froze as well as he saw Jaehyun shirtless and cursed in his mind. He looked at the two persons that just got into house. They were looking at Jaehyun as well and right back at their son. Taeyong just sighed.

Jaehyun was seating on the porch's stairs while Taeyong talked to his parents. His parents were quiet serious about what happened. What kind of parent wouldn't freak out to see a shirtless guy that came from their son's room?

The night came and Jaehyun heard the door opening behind him. He immediately stood up and looked behind to see someone who he wasn't expecting. Taeyong's father looked at him like an angry father that obviously didn't like the guts of his daughter's boyfriend. Jaehyun stood there quietly as he waited for the man to speak.

"Get out of my property," he uttered sternly.

Jaehyun furrowed his eyebrows, "But Taeyong--"

"You won't be seeing him anymore."

The father pushed Jaehyun out until he was out of the small gate. Jaehyun was definitely confused right now--he was actually beyond confused. He wants to see Taeyong, he wants to talk to him before he goes but his father forbidden them to.

"B-But sir, I need to talk to your son."

"He doesn't need you anymore--"

"No! He practically needs me! You can't just separate us!" Jaehyun couldn't help but raise his voice at the man. But it only put fuel onto the fire.

"I am his father! I have every right to separate you from my son!" the father shouted, "Now if you lay a finger on Taeyong again, I'll make sure you won't be able ever again."

Jaehyun doesn't want to lose control. He is still Taeyong's father and the mute will get upset if he does anything bad to his father. He just watched the father go inside of the house. He looked above where Taeyong's bedroom window would be but it's curtains were shut. He pulled out his phone and tried calling the boy.

No answer. It kept ringing but no one was answering.

"Shit," Jaehyun cursed under his breath.

The man wanted to call him out but his father might call the police if he does. He looked at the window one last time before he decided to leave. But he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to leave Taeyong. He wanted to make sure that he's fine.

His feet was taking him away from the house, maybe this wasn't the time to mess with his parents. Jaehyun still wants to see him.

Jaehyun tried to call Taeyong again, and again, and again. He kept cursing and calling out for Taeyong's name, but no answer. He's quite fed up because he tried calling the latter countless times, because of his parents for separating them and because how much he was despised by the father. There's nothing he could do right now, and he's getting anxious.

He suddenly threw his phone, out of anger, against the brick wall.

"Fuck."