count on me┃jaeyong

⌜ four ⌟

"excuse me, sir, but i had no idea that you have a boyfriend."

"this shows that you don't just and go and kiss strangers around, miss."

"miss?"

jaehyun shrugged, flopping back down to his seat as he noticed himself almost standing up just to prove his point. "just wanting for you to know your position."

it took taeyong a while to understand what he mouthed— or whispered. "my position?"

as if he had something to be proud of, the guy had that wide grin on his face. "a bottom."

"how is miss equal to bottom, you sexi—"

❝so,❞ it was jaehyun's mother that cut the two off from pouncing at each other judging by their glares. she clasped her hands real loud that caused for the two males to look at her with their eyes widened like saucers. a sweet smile was what she gave to them. ❝i bet both of you are great friends?❞

does it look like they are?

with a loud huff, the older male leaned back with his eyes squinting at the guy that was also doing the same thing to him. they weren't mouthing any words, neither were they having an intense whispering battle, but their eyes says it all. it was just then when taeyong felt his thigh being lightly slapped by the woman beside him, his mother.

❝you didn't tell me you're friends with him.❞ she commented, making sure to quietly say that as not to offend the other side.

❝friends?❞ that word almost made him puke in a bucket. ❝i don't even consider us being acquaintances.❞

his mother opened her mouth and was about to say something like how they argued a while ago like they have known each other for so long, but jaehyun's mother had cut her off from doing so and it was the same thing she did a minute ago when she cut both taeyong and her own son from quarreling.

she clasped her hands real loud once again to get the two's attention. ❝as i was saying,❞ the woman then passed the two of them her signature smile and her dimples showing. ❝taeyong, right?❞

gulping, finding her smile quite intimidating, taeyong slowly nodded his head. ❝t-that's right..❞ he then nudged his mother, asking for the woman's surname. she then quickly came to the rescue and whispered it on his ear. ❝mrs. jung!❞

a chuckle was heard from her, finding him adorable. ❝you must be wondering why you're here with your mom right now.❞ she said, still having that smile on. ❝we actually don't allow letting our staffs bring along a family member with them here, let alone allow them to sleep here.❞

honestly speaking, taeyong wasn't intrigued by that at all. what he was wondering the most is an unanswered question as to why he had to be brought to a place where this stranger had to be. he actually thought they would never, ever, meet. he even bet on it with yuta, guess he lost now. and if ever that celebrity bestfriend of his finds out about this, that japanese would probably rub it in his face at how he's always right for the rest of his life.

but he had to keep a polite smile and answer her in the most nicest way. ❝is it because she begged you to let me stay?❞

that question earned a smack by the arm coming from his mother, only hissing at how it hurt.

the woman laughed at him, ❝no, dear, she didn't need to beg at all.❞ she told taeyong, looking at him straight to his eyes which the male found uncomfortable and had to divert his attention to somewhere else. ❝actually, your mom saved me!❞