Jaekyung's POV:
I was about to drink from the glass when I heard a loud thud on the couch. Dan fell next to me.
Fuck!
"Dan?" I rushed over to his side and shook him gently, calling out his name.
"Wake up! Are you okay?" I asked, my voice laced with worry.
But he remained unresponsive, and my fear grew.
I picked up his glass and saw some white residue at the bottom of the glass.
Somebody spiked his drink. I won't spare that motherfucker.
But now I have to take care of him before somebody takes advantage of him.
He looked so cute with his eyes closed next to me. His long eyelashes fell directly on his cheeks. His fluffy hair covered his forehead.
This is not the time to check him out, I should take him away from here.
Without hesitation, I scooped him up in my arms and carried him up in a bridal style, going past people in the bar, and going directly towards my car. I did get looks from some people around the bar. It was late at night and it was dark.
I carried him to my car. I carefully placed him in the front seat. I don't know where he lives, so I will take him to my house. I better be safe than sorry. I don't want anyone else to see him in this state.
"Sorry Sir, where are you taking him? He is our staff member."
A man in his 30s wearing the bar's uniform came running towards me.
" I am Jaekyung and I study in the same uni as him. He got spiked in his drink by someone in your bar. "I reached for my wallet in my back pocket and showed him my Student ID Card.
He still looked skeptical about me. I mean I agree it would be weird to see someone taking your unconscious staff away.
"Oh my god, I think it's better if Jooha knows about this."
"Yes, please call him and tell him Jaekyung will take care of him."
The manager searched for the number on his phone and called him. A few minutes later, he came back.
"Please take care of him, I will have to check the CCTV and find the culprit."
" Yeah, please let me know if you found them."
"Um okay, sir if anything happens please contact me here. I am Ken. And please wait I will bring his clothes and personal belongings to you."
He gave me his phone, and I saved my phone number on his contacts.
5 minutes later, he came running with a white tote bag.
"I think this should be all."
"Alright."
I put his tote bag in the backseat. I put the belt seat around him. He was still unconscious. I drove quickly to my house.
As I pulled into my garage, I gently lifted him out of the car and carried him up to my bedroom. I laid him down on my bed and took off his shoes.
I was about to leave for the dressing room to get a shirt for him when I heard him muttering.
"Uhmm...Ungh... Jaekyung, here...!" He started moaning. Wait, he is dreaming about me? I found myself amused by the things he was saying in his sleep. He mumbled incoherently, his voice soft and dreamy. I couldn't help but smile at him.
But suddenly, his body tensed, and he let out a loud groan. I realized with horror that he was about to vomit. I sprang into action, grabbing a trash can from beside the bed and holding it up to his face.
He retched and gagged, and I could hear the sound of his stomach churning. I rubbed soothing circles on his back, hoping to ease his discomfort. Finally, he was done, and he slumped back onto the pillow, exhausted.
But then I noticed that his shirt was covered in vomit. I knew that I needed to get him cleaned up, but I didn't want to wake him.
I quietly made my way to the walk-in closet.
I rummaged through my clothes, looking for something that would fit him. Finally, I found a soft T-shirt that I thought would do the trick. I grabbed it and hurried back to the bedroom, trying not to make too much noise.
As I approached the bed, I noticed that the pretty boy was talking in his sleep again. He was muttering something about unicorns and rainbows, and I couldn't help but smile. He was so adorable, even covered in vomit.
I gently lifted him and took off his shirt and his pants. He was only in his boxers because I wasn't able to find a pant his size.
His body was so pretty and pale like it was made for me to make marks on it. His nipples were light pink and small. A small and soft waist that can be easily grabbable. I cleared my throat as I was not supposed to think of these things at this moment.
I went to the washroom and brought a washcloth and a basin of warm water.
I wiped his upper body with a warm cloth and then I slipped the clean t-shirt over his head on him gently like he was the most delicate thing in the world and settled him back onto the pillow.
He murmured something unintelligible and snuggled closer to me, his breathing even and peaceful. He looked so good in my shirt, it was too big for him. I put the blanket on him.
I was ready to leave but he grabbed my hand and held it tight. He better not misunderstand in the morning. I took off my jacket and lay next to him.
I watched him for a moment, feeling a surge of affection. Despite the mess, he was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, whispering softly into his ear.
"Sleep well, my pretty boy," I said. "I'll be here when you wake up."
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I woke up early surprisingly for a Sunday.
I felt something very warm under my chest. I looked down to see the cutie from last night sleeping below my head. His tiny paw was holding my shirt and his face was lying just below my neck, fanning hot air on my neck. His face was so perfect, his long eyelashes lying on his rosy cheeks. His pretty little pink lips, I wonder how they taste, his perfect princess nose.
Soon that day will come, sweetheart. I won't let you leave me. I will lock you up and won't let anyone touch you.
I removed myself from him gently, making sure not to wake him up and went to the shower.
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Dan's Pov:
I woke up on a very soft mattress. I don't think I ever had a such good sleep before. But then I realised, I wasn't in my bed, the room was huge, at least twice the size of my rented flat.
Shit, I looked below the blanket. I was only wearing a loose shirt and boxers. It wasn't my bed. Omg, whose bed am I in? I need to leave and I felt very scared. I was getting ready to stand up.
"Good morning, How are you feeling?" This voice felt familiar.
I immediately pulled the blanket closer to my body and looked up.
Jaekyung??? Is this his house? Did we do something yesterday? I don't remember anything after fainting. I had so many questions in my mind. How am I here? Did he bring me his house?
"I knew you would be shocked when you woke up."
Jaekyung chuckled as he came out of the shower, water droplets dripping down his body, and his lower body was covered with a white towel. But I could see his ripped-toned body, his lickable abs. It was even better than in my dreams.
I didn't realise he was already standing so close to me. He caught my eye and smiled, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long. I felt my cheeks burn, and I looked away, embarrassed.
"You must be having a lot of thoughts in your mind. Nothing happened, so don't worry."
I looked up and he was smirking, looking at me like he was about to eat me.
"But...but... this is not my shirt..." I looked down at the shirt I was wearing.
"Because you vomited on your shirt..."
"Ohhhh..."
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Dan looked down at the shirt he was wearing, and his face turned pink. "I'm so sorry," he said. "I don't know what came over me."
"It's okay," Jaekyung said, reassuringly.
Dan was embarrassed, but he was grateful that Jaekyung did help him in this situation. But he still didn't know how he ended up here.
"Sorry and thank you for helping me."
Dan was grateful that he saved him from almost getting assaulted. Dan was still shaking from that incident.
Jaekyung leaned closer to Dan, and he put his hands on the sides of the bed, trapping Dan in between his legs. The distance was so close that Dan thought Jaekyung wants to kiss him, he closed his eyes.
Jaekyung leaned forward and whispered in his ears, "No worries, it was good to hear you calling my name in your dream."
Dan shivered at the sudden movement.
"No, I was not dreaming of doing anything with yo-" Dan covered his mouth realising what he was blurting out.
Jaekyung chuckled as went to the dressing room to change.
"I'll go make breakfast sweetheart, so go freshen up." He spoke in English.
Dan admired his perfect American accent.
Dan stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and clean. He felt good smelling like Jaekyung after using his shower gel.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked over to the closet to find something to wear.
As he looked through the clothes, he realized that everything was too big for him. He sighed in frustration, wondering how he was going to find something that fits.
Finally, he found a soft, loose-fitting shirt that looked comfortable. He pulled it on, along with a pair of boxers, and admired himself in the mirror. He looked good, even if the clothes were a little big on him.
As he walked out of the bedroom, he could smell something delicious cooking in the kitchen. He followed the scent, his stomach growling in anticipation.
When he arrived in the kitchen, he saw the tall, handsome man standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with ease while his muscles were popping out. He realised Jaekyung had a big tattoo on the bicep of his left arm. It made him look even more sexier than he was.
He was only wearing sweatpants and he was still shirtless, this man is making me go crazy. He seems kind and he can COOK? Dan thought.
Jaekyung turned around when his stomach grumbled loudly showing Dan was really hungry, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Jaekyung stared at him up and down, Dan feeling shivers through his spine.
I wasn't sure if it was lust in his eyes, but one thing for sure I felt very naked under his eyes. Dan thought.
Dan started fidgeting with his hands. They both stayed like not sure for how long.
Jaekyung cleared my throat.
"I will return these clothes..."
"You don't have to, you look good in them."
The pretty boy blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dan blushed and looked away, this guy never miss.
"Let's eat breakfast shall we?"
"Yup."
Jaekyung chuckled and turned back to the stove, finishing up the pancakes. He plated them up and set them on the table, along with a cup of coffee.
"Here you go," he said, gesturing for the pretty boy to sit down. "Enjoy."
The pretty boy sat down and dug into the pancakes, savouring the sweet, fluffy goodness. He couldn't help but steal glances at the man, admiring his strong arms and broad chest. He was a little intimidated by his good looks, but he also found himself drawn to him.
"So... Umm.. how did I end up here?"
"When you came back to the room bringing water for us. After drinking it you fell unconscious on the couch. So I wasn't sure what to do, so I carried you and took you to my house."
Dan blushed at the thought of Jaekyung carrying him, somebody else could have taken advantage of him if he wasn't there.
"I am so sorry for that and thank you, wait so somebody spiked my drink?"
I can't believe I was so careless, but it never happened to me before. Dan thought.
"Dan, you shouldn't be this careless, what if something worse happened to you?"
Jaekyung looked really concerned. Dan wasn't sure why he would care so much.
"I am sorry." Dan apologised.
"No, it's just that you need to be careful. This world ain't safe for anyone."
Jaekyung stood up and called someone right after finishing breakfast.
"Hey, Wooju can you help me with something?"
So he saved me. Maybe he isn't that bad I guess. Dan thought.
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To be continued
Thank you for waiting, this was a longer chapter, it took me a bit longer to write and edit. See you next time. You can also read on A03, with the same title.