Request by: malewifeyuta
TRIGGER WARNING: Racial/Ethnic Slurs, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse
(Yuta and Jaehyun are in a relationship)
It was time for a comeback, 127 preparing to learn a brand new choreography and discuss their vocal parts with their coaches.
Usually the process was straightforward, that is until their manager was suddenly replaced by someone they had never met.
The boys were surprised to find out their manager had accepted another job without mentioning anything to them, leaving them with the stranger with little to no preparation.
The boy's walked in startled to see the new face.
"hey guys, I know you're probably confused but starting today I will be your new general manager, I will do my very best to take care of you all." He said with a deep bow.
The boys bowed back greeting the man politely.
"sir, why the sudden personnel change?" taeyong asked.
"ah, well I was told he accepted a job at an acting agency."
"oh, I see." The leader responded.
"regardless, I have been working closely with the other managers and choreographers so I am fully prepared to begin this comeback with you." He smiled and it started to feel less tense in the room.
The boys smiled and nodded.
"we will do our best." They bowed their heads once again.
"alright, now, let's get to work hm?"
With that practice went as it normally did, the man was well educated in the performing arts and was able to help them with a lot of the hiccups they encountered.
By the end of their first practice the boys felt good about their new manager.
By the time they were leaving, the man called out to yuta.
"yuta-shi, could you hang back a second?"
Yuta stopped; his hand interlocked with his boyfriend's.
"go ahead, I'll be home soon." Yuta said with a smile.
Jaehyun smiled and squeezed his hand before following the others into the hall letting the door close softly behind him.
Yuta turned to face the man, his kind soft features suddenly dark and threatening.
"jiseok-hyung?"
"yah don't call me that." He spat.
Yuta was taken aback by the venomous tone.
"oh, sorry sir, it's just, you told us to call you that earlier-
"I told them they can call me that, not you." He growled.
Yuta suddenly recoiled usure of why the man was angry with him. He hung his head.
"I'm sorry sir."
The man scoffed.
"I told you to stay because I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your members."
"embarrass me?"
"serious question yuta, how the hell did you debut in this group?"
Yuta's eyebrow raised in confusion.
"well I passed my audition sir."
"tch, can't believe they even let you in the building." He huffed.
Yuta awkwardly tapped his foot on the ground unsure of what the man meant.
"I'll be frank yuta, you are very amateur."
Yuta closed his mouth into a thin line avoiding the man's eyes.
"ah, I see..."
"you dance like a beginner and your voice is raspy and shaky and you have almost no stage presence." He spat.
Yuta felt small and targeted. Why was he saying such awful things to him?
"is it really that bad sir? I've never been told my skills were lacking."
The man let out a sour laugh.
"figures."
"sorry?"
"well I mean, it's no wonder the worst member happens to be the jap."
Yuta's eyes went wide in shock.
Did he just call him a jap?
"um, excuse me?"
"are you fucking deaf or something?! Aish I can't even believe they let people like you debut in this industry."
Yuta couldn't believe what he was hearing. This man was really angry with him because he was Japanese?
"people like me?" yuta snarled feeling anger start to bubble up inside him.
The man glared of him nothing but hatred and disgust on his face.
"you disgusting japs, ruining our country, besmirching the Korean music industry."
Yuta's eyebrows furrowed deeply creasing his forehead, his fists clenched at his sides.
"stop saying that word." He warned.
The man smirked.
"oh you don't like it?? Maybe you should go back then. You don't belong here anyways."
Yuta felt his chest tighten, veins popping out of his neck. He turned to leave huffing under his breath.
"you'll regret speaking to me like this. I'm gonna tell the CEO and get you fired!"
Yuta went to grab the door handle but was suddenly thrown into the wall, strong hands pinning him to the drywall.
Yuta was completely unprepared for jiseok's strength, the pure rage and hatred in his eyes.
"yah! What the hell!? Let me go-
He was cut off by a loud slap across the cheek, one so hard that his cheek throbbed and seared with fresh pain.
He winced and slowly rose his head back up to meet the angry stare of jiseok.
"you say a word and I will make you wish you never left that foul country of yours." He threatened before he swiftly kicked yuta in the stomach sending the boy hard to the floor gasping for breath as the wind was knocked out of him.
Jiseok knelt down and grabbed yuta by the hair pulling tightly to lift yuta's head.
"don't make me angry jap." He roughly snapped yuta's head back to the floor and left the room confident that yuta got the message.
Yuta couldn't even process everything that just happened. The pain in his abdomen was dizzying his cheek burning with pain as it pressed against the cool wooden floor.
He coughed a few times before he pulled himself up into a sitting position leaning his head against the wall, his hand pressed to the tender part of his stomach where jiseok's foot had made impact.
He replayed all the things said to him, the word "jap" really sticking to him.
It wasn't the first time yuta had heard a word like that, he had experienced racism several times during his trainee days and at the beginning of debut. He was aware that some people believed he didn't belong in a K-pop group being Japanese, but he did his best to ignore that and focus on the positives.
Though it still hurt to hear such awful things about yourself and your culture. Being skipped at fan signs and being screamed slurs at concerts and airports is not something yuta could say he enjoyed. He didn't want to be ashamed of his culture, he didn't want to believe that he was an outsider in the group because he is from a different country but hearing it repeatedly makes it harder to ignore.
He pulled his knees into himself, his middle aching, his cheek burning.
He pushed his head into the tops of his knees biting back a rush of tears telling himself to ignore everything that was said and done to him.
He was brought out of his emotional trance when his phone dinged in his pocket. He wiped his face and looked at his screen seeing a text from jaehyun.
Jae <3 : Hey baby, are you coming home soon? You've been gone awhile.
Yuta wiped his eyes on his sleeve and quickly typed a response.
Yuta <3 : Yeah I'm on my way back now, see you in 10 😊
He stood up ignoring the pain and grabbed his bag before leaving the practice room heading back to the dorms.
When he entered the door he saw the members spread around the living room doing various activities as usual. He removed his shoes and placed his bag on the floor letting out a quiet exhale.
Suddenly, arms were around his waist and he felt breath on the nape of his neck.
He instantly turned around to face jaehyun forcing a smile.
"hey babe, that took a while, what did he say?"
Yuta almost flinched at the question. He didn't want to think about it, he didn't want to even mention jiseok's name.
"he just, wanted me to work on the dance."
Jaehyun caught a glimpse of uncertainty in yuta's eyes.
"on the first day of practice?"
Yuta just nodded feeling jaehyun's gentle hands resting on his waist. He stepped inward and laid his head on jaehyun's shoulder wrapping his arms around his back.
Jaehyun wasn't expecting the hug but he slowly rose his hands up yuta's sides and rested them on his back.
Yuta was quiet but held onto jaehyun a bit tighter than he intended.
Jaehyun cocked his brow and began slow circles on yuta's back.
"babe? Is everything okay?" he whispered gently near yuta's ear.
Yuta desperately wanted to tell his boyfriend what happened, he wanted to express how hurt he felt physically and mentally but jiseok's threat sent chills down his spine, a sick knot sitting in his belly, so he kept his mouth shut.
"mhm, I'm just tired."
Jaehyun smiled as he began stroking his hand through yuta's hair.
"wanna take a shower? It'll help you relax." Jaehyun said softly massaging yuta's shoulders.
Yuta nodded almost desperately making jaehyun chuckle. He reached down and took yuta's hand and lead him down the hall towards their room.
They stripped their clothing and stepped into the shower together, jaehyun making sure the water temperature was just right. He stood in front of yuta and gently washed his body, his hands slow and soft.
"jae, I can wash myself." Yuta protested.
"shhhh, just let me do it for you, just rest right now okay?" jaehyun gave him an irresistible smile and he couldn't argue anymore not to mention how good jaehyun's hands felt on his tense muscles.
Yuta sighed and laid his head on jaehyun's shoulder.
Jaehyun chuckled as he ruffled yuta's damp mullet.
"see? You love being babied." Jaehyun teased.
Yuta smacked his bare chest splashing some water onto his face, a small smile curled on his lips.
Jaehyun squirted some shampoo into his palm and began gently scrubbing at yuta's hair before he carefully took the detachable shower head and rinsed the soap and repeated the process with conditioner.
Once yuta was clean, jaehyun silently pulled yuta against him tucking yuta's head in the crook of his neck.
Yuta hugged back slow calm breaths leaving his lips.
"don't let today stress you out, you know you're an incredible dancer, I'm sure he meant no harm." Jaehyun said softly.
Yuta tensed.
He wished jaehyun's words were true but jiseok did mean harm, all he wanted was to hurt yuta, he had no intention of helping the boy improve his skills whatsoever.
Yuta quickly rose up looking for a distraction.
"let me wash your hair baby." Yuta smiled as he grabbed the shampoo bottle.
Jaehyun smiled and nodded turning around so yuta could shampoo his messy hair.
Yuta and jaehyun finished their shower and quickly got dressed to join the others in the living room.
"you guys couldn't even wait till we were asleep? Damn animals..." Haechan teased as he eyed the two freshly showered boys.
"yah you're just jealous you have nobody to shower with." Jaehyun smirked.
"who says!? I shower with mark all the ti-
"donghyuck! Shut the hell up!" mark screamed, his face going bright red making the group laugh.
"what?! It's true hyung!"
"oh my god stop talking." Mark said shooting a glare to Haechan making the younger burst into hysterical laughter at the flustered Canadian.
"alright you can talk about your sex lives later, are we going to get teokbeokki or not?" Jungwoo whined.
"yes Jungwoo-ah, chill out." Doyoung giggled.
The group all pulled on their shoes and left the dorm to enjoy a much deserved meal.
Yuta was quiet the whole evening really only listening to most of the conversations giving an occasional smile or chuckle.
Jaehyun kept watching him, his hand subconsciously squeezing his thigh. He wasn't sure why yuta seemed so down, he knew he was tired but he wasn't acting like himself at all.
He continuously placed more food on yuta's dish urging him to eat and giving him soft healing smiles.
Yuta couldn't help but smile back, even if they were weak, jaehyun could always take away his pain whether he knew about it or not.
When they finished eating, they headed back to the dorms to get ready for bed.
Yuta was dreading the thought of the next morning, facing jiseok and having to pretend like that afternoon never happened. He felt his abdomen ache where he was kicked and he thanked whatever god was listening that there wasn't a visible bruise that he would have to answer about.
He put some ice on his cheek while jaehyun was out of sight and climbed into bed preparing himself for practice the next day.
He felt jaehyun climb into bed, his arms snaking around his waist, his lips grazing his bare shoulder.
"hey baby?" jae's voice was a whisper.
"hm?"
"you're sure everything's okay?"
Yuta heard the twinge of worry in his boyfriends voice. He flipped over to face jaehyun a soft smile on his face, his hand coming up to cup jaehyun's cheek.
"I'm fine baby."
"it's just...you seemed kinda down today."
Yuta smiled at jaehyun's pout, his eyes soft and kind.
"I've just been a bit stressed recently, just normal idol stuff y'know?"
"well...is there anything I can do to help relieve any of that stress?" the question was sweet but jaehyun a smirk on his face.
Yuta bit his lip and chuckled.
"I mean...I'm sure a kiss or two wouldn't hurt."
Jaehyun gave him a lustful smile, his playfulness already making yuta feel better.
Jaehyun pulled yuta against him and pressed his lips to yuta's feeling the boy melt into the kiss immediately.
Their hands slid around each other's torso's as the kiss deepened, yuta's right hand laced in jaehyun's hair, not tugging, but just simply nestling amongst the soft brown locks.
When they broke the kiss, jaehyun took a few seconds to look at yuta's face. Deep into his eyes and then down the bridge of his nose to his lips and ending at his chin and jaw. He leaned back in slowly and pressed a gentle kiss to yuta's forehead which made yuta's heart flutter every time he did it.
"I love you." He whispered.
Jaehyun smiled.
"I love you too yuta."
Yuta smiled and snuggled into jaehyun's chest feeling jaehyun wrap his arms almost protectively over him.
"get some sleep okay baby?"
Yuta nodded and closed his eyes listening to jaehyun's heartbeat, feeling his warm bare skin on his. For that moment, the pain in his cheek disappeared as if jaehyun's presence had completely healed him.
They fell asleep tangled in each other's arms soft smiled resting on both of their faces.
The next morning yuta woke up to jaehyun's hands softly carding through his hair.
He peeled his eyes open to see jaehyun smiling.
"morning baby, we gotta get ready for practice."
Yuta's smile instantly fell. He sat up, his hair a staticky mess.
They got ready and all headed down to the practice room.
Yuta held jaehyun's hand as they entered the room, jiseok standing in the center with a warm friendly smile on his face as he greeted the boys.
"welcome back! I'm excited to nail this choreo with you guys!"
The boys smiled and began in their starting positions.
Yuta could feel jiseok's eyes on him the entire time which made it incredibly hard for him to focus on the dance.
Anytime his eyes met jiseok's his eyes stared burning holes into him, almost like he was trying to get yuta to burst into flames.
Dancing made his injury burn in pain, flexing his abs reactivating that throbbing ache. He shook the pain away and focused on his own reflection refusing to make eye contact with jiseok.
When they finished practice, yuta knew he did poorly, and he knew that his members especially their leader had noticed it.
"yuta-shi! Do you mind staying back so we can work on that bridge?"
Jiseok's voice made yuta shudder.
"hyung? Is it really necessary? He just needs some rest and we'll practice some more tomorrow." Jaehyun interjected.
"ah jaehyun-shi I won't work him to death or anything, I just wanna help him a little." His voce was scarily convincing and jaehyun's protectiveness seemed to lessen.
"it's okay jae, I can stay."
"you're sure babe?"
Yuta nodded feeling jaehyun squeeze his shoulder affectionately.
"don't stay too long."
Yuta again nodded and watched as his members left the room giving him words of encouragement before the door closed.
"honestly I'm impressed." Jiseok started. Yuta turned to face him.
"didn't think you could possibly get worse."
"can you just please stop picking on me? I'm just here to dance, if you aren't going to teach me I'm leaving." Yuta spat though his hands trembled as he spoke.
The man chuckled before he stepped forward and grabbed yuta by the collar.
"you wanna keep being disrespectful jap?" he slapped yuta.
"you are in my country. You are the one who doesn't belong here." Another slap.
Yuta felt tears brim his eyes, a deep burn in his cheek.
"honestly why are you wasting your time?"
Yuta strained trying to get out of jiseok's grip but he only tightened it pushing him back into the mirror.
He grabbed yuta's chin pressing his fingers deep into his skin hurting his jaw.
"why are you here hm? Were you not talented enough even for Japan? How could you be worse than the other nips over there?"
His words felt like blades, each sentence slicing deep into yuta's flesh. His pride in his ethnicity, his love for his home being replaced with shame and ridicule.
Tears streamed down his cheeks his voice becoming nothing but a terrified squeak.
The man laughed at him pulling at his hair.
"you're worthless. Utterly worthless."
He shoved yuta hard into the wall of mirrors.
"go back to your country, nobody wants a jap ruining the industry."
And with that he left, leaving a shaking yuta crumbling to the floor as the door closed engulfing him in silence.
There was something about that word. That J word he kept using that cut really deep.
It was just a word he kept telling himself that but hearing it over and over again destroyed him.
He knows he isn't Korean. He knows that foreign idols aren't well received and he was aware that he would never receive the same opportunities as his Korean bandmates.
SM already barely promoting any of yuta's solo projects, never posting his magazine shoots or promoting his acting debut in High and Low.
He was aware there was prejudice, he knew he wasn't the standard, but facing it head on felt like getting hit by a speeding train.
He collapsed fully onto the hardwood beneath him and he cried.
He cried messily, tears and snot running down his face, his bangs getting stuck to his face, his hands clutched into tight fists his nails dug into his palms.
It wasn't just jiseok's words making him cry but the fact that yuta had a few moments in his life where he wished he wasn't Japanese. He wished he was just what everyone else wanted from him, he wished he was full-blooded Korean with white skin and fit the beauty standard they were held to. He wished people wouldn't see him as an outsider, a "foreigner". All he wanted was to live his dream. All he wanted was to be an idol and stand beside his best friends in the whole world on every stage in the world.
He never asked to be shunned simply because of his ethnicity. He never wished for Korean fans to call him slurs, to purposefully skip him at fan signs, to degrade him on social media.
He didn't ask to be Japanese.
He pounded his fists into the floor, tears dripping onto the oak below him. He couldn't think. He couldn't tell himself to ignore those words, those thoughts, he couldn't do anything but cry.
He didn't hear the three knocks on the door, he didn't hear the door swing open, he didn't hear his boyfriends worried voice call out to him.
But he felt the arms that picked him up off the floor, and he felt the warm chest he was pressed against, and he felt the gentle strokes of a hand on the back of his head.
"yuta!, yuta baby what's wrong?!" jaehyun was petrified seeing his boyfriend on the floor, absolutely sobbing his heart out, pounding his fists into the floor.
He rushed over and quickly scooped the boy into his arms pressing him to his chest.
He felt yuta latch onto him sobbing loudly into his shoulder.
"baby...baby I'm here, I'm right here." Jaehyun cooed softly as he stroked the back of yuta's head.
"wh...why...why did I h...have to be j...Japanese..." he choked, his hand clutching the fabric of jaehyun's hoodie.
Jaehyun was not expecting that to come from yuta's mouth. He was confused and wasn't sure what yuta meant.
"what?" he said gently.
"everyone...everyone hates me because I'm Japanese...i...I don't belong here...i....i don't belong in this group!"
"woah, woah, hey baby slow down. Why would you say that?"
"I just...would it have been better if i...if I just stayed in Japan?" his voice was quieter now, his body trembling in jaehyun's hold.
"yuta, sweetheart there is nothing shameful about being Japanese." He brushed some of yuta's hair out of his face before wiping some of the tears and snot away.
"just because you are Japanese doesn't mean you can't live in a different country baby, where is all of this coming from?"
Yuta sniffled.
"I just...I sometimes think I ruin NCT's image...I mean, it's called K-pop for a reason jae..."
"yuta, you do not ruin anything. We wouldn't be NCT without you. And idols come from all over the world baby, you don't have to be Korean to be in a kpop group."
"I promise you love, none of us see you any different, and we're full of members from other countries, just look at wayv, and mark and johnny. We don't treat them any differently do we?"
Yuta shook his head.
"it's no different for you either baby, none of us care about that "full-blooded Korean" bullshit."
Yuta sniffled and nodded his head.
"i...I'm sorry jaehyun, I guess I just got in my own head."
Jaehyun frowned at the boy's apology.
"jagiya don't be sorry. You have nothing to apologize for." Jaehyun cooed as he pulled yuta into his arms once again.
"I feel silly for crying like that.." yuta said against jaehyun's shoulder.
"yah, don't. you've been stressed out lately baby, it's normal for things to build up like that when you're stressed."
"thanks for calming me down jae."
Jaehyun kissed the top of yuta's head.
"it's my job to take care of you yuta."
"let's go home hm? We can cuddle up in bed and watch a movie."
Yuta nodded and let jaehyun pick him up off the floor and lead him out of the practice room.
After yuta's breakdown jaehyun was getting worried. Sure, emotional breakdowns happen, and hey are perfectly normal but jaehyun could tell something was going on that yuta wasn't telling him. Yuta is naturally an emotional person despite what people think. He looks intimidating but he's actually quite sensitive and in touch with his emotions.
So that's why a sudden outburst is uncommon and worrisome.
Yuta told jaehyun everything, especially when he was upset so knowing he was hiding something was terrifying.
It had been a week since they had started working with jiseok and yuta was again called to hang back after practice even though the boys were sure he had nailed the dance already.
Jaehyun had a knot in his stomach as he walked away from yuta to leave the room. He swore he saw something in yuta's eyes begging him to stay despite yuta's words saying the opposite.
They made it back to the dorms but jaehyun was antsy gnawing at his thumbnail as he paced around the room.
"jae? What's going on?" johnny asked seeing his nervous friend.
"I don't know, I just, I have a bad feeling about jiseok."
"huh? Why hyung?" Haechan asked.
"I don't know...these extra practices with yuta are weird, he's not even struggling with the dance anymore."
"yeah I thought that was weird too!" mark added.
"it is a bit weird that yuta is the only one he works with." Taeyong said.
"I just have a bad feeling. I'm gonna go back down there, it could be nothing but I just wanna check on him."
None of the boys protested and jaehyun sprinted out of the dorm and back to the practice room.
He paused outside of the door when he heard jiseok's voice, loud and angry.
Why was jiseok yelling? Did yuta do something wrong?
But obviously he did not and jaehyun knew that yuta would never be disrespectful like that.
Then he heard something he never wished to hear again.
"just get the fuck out of here you dirty jap!"
Jaehyun's eyes widened and when he heard skin on skin he wasted no time in bursting through the door finding his boyfriend standing in front of jiseok who's hand was raised seemingly for another attempted slap to yuta's cheek but jaehyun grabbed him before he got the chance.
"yah! What the fuck is wrong with you!?" he screamed, his teeth bearing like that of an angry bear.
The man glared at jaehyun as he tried to free himself from his grasp.
"did I hear you say what I think you said?" he asked in a low venomous tone, his grip tightening on his collar.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Jaehyun growled and slammed him into the wall.
"what the fuck did you say to him!?"
"I called him a dirty jap!"
Jaehyun couldn't believe his ears. His brows furrowed, his forehead creasing, his eyes narrowing, pupils shaking in rage.
"what? That's what he is!"
Before jiseok could say anything else, jaehyun punched him as hard as he could in the face breaking jiseok's nose.
The man stumbled back holding his bleeding nose hissing in pain.
"you better get the fuck out of here right now before I bash your face in so bad you'll be unrecognizable." Jaehyun growled.
The man shot both of them glares before he left the room.
Jaehyun was seething, his face was red, his hands clutched at his sides into tight fists.
He quickly turned to yuta who had his face hidden in his hands, muffled sobs coming from his shaking frame.
"yuta..."
Jaehyun ran to him colliding with yuta's body and wrapping him in a tight protective embrace.
"baby I'm so sorry...I'm so so sorry I left you here...are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he put his hands on you?"
Yuta shuddered with sobs, nodding his head against jaehyun's shoulder.
Jaehyun bit back his anger as he slowly lifted yuta up removing his hands from his face.
On his cheek was a bright red handprint, the kind of mark consistent with several hard slaps to the same spot.
Jaehyun felt sick looking at it.
He brushed his fingers over the swollen skin, feeling that it was hot to the touch.
Tears filled jaehyun's eyes.
"baby..."
"i...I'm okay..." yuta said though his face was crumbling as he choked the words out.
Jaehyun pulled him back into his arms feeling yuta begin to sob hard into the crook of his neck.
"this is what you've been keeping from me? Yuta why didn't you tell me he was hurting you?"
"i...I was just scared......I didn't know what he's do if I told..."
Jaehyun felt tears drip down his cheeks.
"I'm so sorry...god I'm so so sorry baby!"
"it's not your fault...i...I should have been better..."
"what?" jaehyun said in disbelief.
"I'm just...I'm just a...a dirty jap right?" his voice was broken, nothing but devastation laced through it.
Jaehyun pulled yuta up and placed both hands on his shoulders looking directly into his eyes.
"Nakamoto Yuta don't you ever say that ever again! That is a disgusting word, that is a disgraceful word. There is nothing, nothing wrong with being Japanese. Do you hear me? You should never be ashamed of your culture. You are not dirty, you are not anything shameful. Don't you dare listen to a word that asshole said to you."
Yuta just cried unable to keep himself together any longer.
Jaehyun hugged him yet again, pressing their bodies flush against each other.
"you are absolutely perfect, there's not a single thing about you that is wrong, Japan is proud to have you represent them, NCT are proud to have you with us, anybody who says otherwise is a fucking idiot."
"i...I'm sorry...I'm sorry I didn't tell you..."
"shhhh, shhhh, don't you dare apologize. You didn't do anything wrong, I should have known something was going on...I shouldn't have left you here with him..."
"you didn't know...I didn't say anything...there's no way you would have known..."
"I'm sorry I didn't protect you."
"jaehyun stop, it's not your fault." He sniffled.
"I won't let him anywhere near you ever again. I'll make sure he never gets another job, I'll make sure none of the entertainment industries hire him, I'll make sure he does time for hurting you."
Yuta just nuzzled into his hold his cheek still stinging but his pain easing.
"can...can we go home?"
"of course we can baby." Jaehyun pressed a soft kiss to his temple before he wrapped an arm around yuta's shoulders and lead him out of the room and back to the dorms. While yuta changed clothes, jae called the CEO to report jiseok's actions and make sure that jiseok was punished accordingly.
After a painful conversation with the members and several more hours of tears and boiling anger, jaehyun and yuta were laying in bed, yuta caged in jaehyun's arms.
Yuta had jaehyun's hand in his playing with the ring on his finger and running his fingers across each of jaehyun's knuckles.
"thanks for saving me."
Jaehyun sighed and pressed a long kiss to yuta's forehead.
"I'll never let you get hurt again, I'll protect you forever, I promise."
Yuta smiled softly and tilted his head up to press his lips to jaehyun's.
"I love you Jung jaehyun."
Jaehyun pressed their noses together interlocking his hand with yuta's.
"I love you Nakamoto Yuta."