count on me┃jaeyong

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❝being cheated on, heartbreaks, taken advantage of—❞ taeyong started to list down the countless of possibilities.

❝ah, you're overthinking!❞ mark stated.

❝it's called being careful, mark lee.❞ and the full name card was enough to tell him that this conversation is over. ❝i promised him, i told him i won't hurt his bubu.❞

maybe he pushed it too far. the man sat there with his eyes widened at the term he haven't heard in a while aside from having his son call him that. it just comes off different when he's the one saying it. it's as if he was having a flash of all memories he had with his bestfriend back then, seeing how happy and in love he was, and how mark would act annoyed if he sees him like that when actually, he's as glad as him.

with that smile forming on his face, taeyong was reminded of something that he would always say to reassure him. ❝i'll take care of his bubu. i might not be a number, but he can count on me for that.❞

is this another reference that these two have? yep, it is. and even though it's mark that's already married between the two of them,  it felt like he is third-wheeling there. ❝jung jaehyun, i swear to god, you and your possessive ass. just let taeyong hyung fall in love already!❞

smacking his head with his curled fists, the older male clicked his tongue. ❝i already said it to you!❞

❝fine!❞ huffing, mark pretended to sulk, showing that pout which got the older give him a disgusted expression. though, it felt kind of warm that he was starting to open up to him. about to tease him more, the man was unable to get a word out to be heard when his son suddenly spoke in the middle of the two adults talking.

❝uncle jae, i want to fall in love too!❞

with taeyong's glaring eyes darting at mark, the father took a nervous gulp as he quickly covered his son's mouth, muffling his prayers to find a prince charming for him. not only that, but if his sunshine would be here, he can see that he'd get kicked out of the house for the night. ❝baby, no,. you're too young—❞

removing his father's hand, chan then had his eyes sparkling as he had a someone specific in mind. ❝mister daddy, what about jiro?❞

❝jiro?❞ both taeyong and mark said in chorus. while mark was still recalling as to whose child it was in his other circle of friends, the older male immediately got to know who that is.

and damn, all he can say, that kid is majoring in his subject. ❝but chan, isn't he mean to you? i don't think he's the ideal one for a sweetheart like you.❞

❝nope,❞ and there he is, defending the guy he has fuzzy feelings on. ❝i think he's just shy, and he has a hard time approaching people. that's why, when i grow up, uncle jae will help me with jiro!❞

now knowing who that kid is, mark's death glare went to his bestfriend's gravestone, also taeyong's warning gaze. the both of them stared at the carved stone, more likely telling the angel not to even try getting the baby sun to be associated with someone so heartless in the future.

just in time when taeyong started to take his phone out from his pocket, he could then hear a car honking. it made them turn their heads around and a familiar car was shown in view, getting a glimpse of a professor, that was once a biker, and a doctor that's now making everyone proud at his achievements. not to mention, they had their little boy peeking at the window, also waving his hand at taeyong who sat there with a chuckle.