count on me┃jaeyong

⌜ five ⌟

taeyong had to pull his phone away with his face all scrunched. placing it back, he composed himself before speaking. ❝dead.❞

he didn't mean to say that one word. he just felt his throat itching from all the shouting he did with his mother and he felt thirsty, making him turn around and started to stride down the corridors and make his way to the main kitchen.

"you're dead!?" panic was visible in the actor's tone. "are you calling from heaven? is there even signal there—"

❝my phone died, yuta.❞ he managed to explain despite of his voice getting hoarse. ❝i didn't get to tell johnny i got back.❞

seeing a familiar glass door, it made taeyong sigh in relief as he walked towards it. he quietly twisted the door knob and opened it, peeking his head inside the main kitchen to see if there was anyone there. seeing that the lights were turned off and everything being cleaned to the point it's shiny, taeyong didn't think twice and immediately took a step in.

"i'm really going to kill that biker!" a frustrated groan came out from the japanese's mouth. "i told him to take you home! he has a motorbike for god's sake."

rolling his eyes at how his bestfriend was reacting, ❝you know how much he loves brad, he'd never let anyone ride it.❞ he told him while going over to a large fridge.

"this is the reason why he's still single."

that statement made taeyong laugh, almost making him drop the bottle of water he took from the fridge. that's also what he was thinking way back the moment he could see the obsession his friend had with his motorbike. ❝you're also single, yuta.❞

a scoff was then heard, "i can easily get anyone if i want to."

if he can, then why is he having a hard time getting taeyong?

❝anyways, i heard the rumor about you being in a new movie?❞ taeyong poured a bottle of water down the glass before drinking it and continuing what he was saying after. ❝fan service?❞

"fan service?" the japanese actor took a few minutes before letting out a sound of realization. he never knew news about the title of his upcoming movie could spread around this fast. "yeah, with a chinese actor"

❝dong sicheng? he's cute.❞ taeyong had already made research about it after hearing a group of girls in school talking about his friend's new movie coming up. ❝i'll look forward to it!❞

yuta let out a chuckle, finding the older male quite cute. "you always do, taeyong."

why wouldn't he? aside from being he's friend, he actually admired the japanese's talent in acting. ❝of course, i'm your fan!❞

❝a fan, huh?❞

a voice being heard right next to his ear then made taeyong yelp and drop the bottle he was holding down the counter. quickly turning around with his instincts kicking and having his hand raised up to slap whoever dared to scare him, both his wrists was being gripped on tight by a hand and was being pushed towards the counter.

his eyes widened at who he had to see inside the dark kitchen, heart beating out of his chest as how close their faces were.

"taeyong? did something happen?"

he wanted to call out his friend's name and tell me what just happened but his wrist was being held tight. he can't even end the call, making him nervous when the person who came to scare him diverted his gaze to the device and caught the caller's id.