hostage || jaeyong

six,

He stood up, a bit briskly, almost knocking Jaehyun over in the process.

"No, I stopped believing in fairytales when I was nine," he said with a morose look on his face.

"What happened when you were nine?" Jaehyun questioned.

A brief sensation of deep hurt punctured his heart.

He pushed it away.

"None of your fucking business. Let's go. I hope you have food," he added.

"Don't worry about that. Since I have every intention to devour you, maybe you could use some fattening up,"

Jaehyun joked, making him stop and stare at the other.

"I thought that was just sarcasm."

"Maybe just half... sarcasm."

Jaehyun grabbed his arm firmly and guided him out of the room.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Taeyong mumbled, trying the shake off the man's hand.

Jaehyun didn't seem to be bothered by his lame attempts, though.

"It means that the word 'devour' can be used as a euphemism for something else. And don't ask something stupid like 'what else' because I am not in the mood to hear you insulting your own intelligence."

"Intelligence?" Taeyong snorted. "If you really plan on teaching me stuff, you're going to have a bad day. I'm dumb as a brick."

He had no idea why he was saying things like that.

It just seemed imperious to him to just contradict the man in everything he was saying.

"I rarely misjudge people. But I have to admit that since I have known you for so little time, you are like a book to me."

"An open book, you mean to say," Taeyong entered the elevator with the man in tow.

"A book I am planning to open and read very, very thoroughly."

Jaehyun whispered in his ear, making his hair stand on end.

The elevator doors opened too soon, for Taeyong to linger too long into thinking how terribly annoying was to have the man invading his personal space like that.

He knew Jaehyun's limo, and the chauffeur who was waiting like a statue, with the door opened.

"We're going straight at home, Minhyuk," Jaehyun said after greeting the man. "After that, you are free."

"Thank you, sir," the man said laconically, and Taeyong wondered if Minhyuk was happy to go home and not have to stick around and put up with the blond and his whims.

The chauffeur showed no emotion, so that was hard to say.

Was Minhyuk even guessing what had happened the other night?

Taeyong felt sick to his stomach.

Inside the car, he huddled himself in a corner to look outside the window, as the limo began to move.

Jaehyun seemed keen on leaving him alone for the time being.

When Taeyong turned to stare a little at the man, he was surprised to see him with his eyes closed, his head resting on the comfortable headrest, with an expression of unexpected vulnerability on his face.

Taeyong thought he had to be angry at the man.

But, at that very moment, he only wondered how it would feel to press his mouth against the man's soft lips and see if there was any magic there, something in the simple connection of skin on skin that could not be explained by laws of men or Gods.

It had definitely felt like that, a thing beyond any comprehension at the time it happened.

Taeyong could still feel the man's taste in his mouth, and he began to wonder how it would be to explore and taste Jaehyun everywhere.

"If you are just going to stare, why don't you come closer?"

Jaehyun spoke huskily, without opening his eyes and Taeyong turned back to his window with a huff, making the other laugh softly.

"Don't feel neglected, Taeyong. I need just a bit of time off to cleanse my head of all the problems at work."

"I didn't feel neglected," Taeyong mumbled. "And what problems? You handled everything today with no sign of worry or anything."

"There is no such thing as work without trouble. You will learn, Taeyong. I will teach you."

Jaehyun offered and placed a warm hand on the younger man's shoulder.