Purple
Description: Continuation of Pink Taeyong’s hair is now purple and Jaehyun thinks he has more than a mere ‘interest’ on Taeyong.
Pairing: Jaehyun/Taeyong
Nakamoto Yuta is not a bad person. He is evil, a demon in Jaehyun’s point of view, especially when he curls that annoying, all pretty teeth showing smile he always flashes to tease him whenever a certain goddess is near them. Right now, that smile is there, lurking teasingly on Yuta’s lips as his eyebrows playfully wiggle, an attempt to annoy the hell out of Jung Jaehyun and Lord, it works. If not for the goddess strutting innocently into the dressing room, beautiful smile flashing brightly once his huge brown orbs lie on Jaehyun, Yuta would be long dead.
“Jaehyun!” The profanity has dropped and Jaehyun prefers it this way.
Jaehyun grins, welcoming the goddess, Lee Taeyong in his strong arms, around Taeyong’s narrow waist. After their steak date, Jaehyun does not hesitate to touch Taeyong, not after the said boy says he too is interested in Jaehyun. They aren’t exactly dating, deciding not to label their relationship as a couple but both realize and understand that whatever they have right now is more than just friends. (“Just admit you two are a thing already, sheesh,” Yuta complains when Jaehyun says they’re not a couple).
The now purple hair Taeyong buries his face at the crook of Jaehyun’s nape, snuggling closer with his arms circling around Jaehyun’s neck. He sighs, leaning his full weight against Jaehyun’s sturdy chest. “I’m so nervous!” He says, pouting when he looks up to look at the latter. It’s his first comeback after his debut. Jaehyun’s confession towards him on TV causes his popularity to sky rocket; his name is listed as one of the most searched person on every search engine aside from Jaehyun. His music video views doubles and his song comes first in most song charts. Popularity is great in this industry yet it too comes with huge expectations and these expectations are what causing Taeyong to has this heebies-jeebies he can’t seem to chase away.
“You’re going to be just fine,” Jaehyun assures, leaning down to leave a gentle kiss on Taeyong’s forehead. The kiss trails down to his nose then to his both cheeks. Long fingers tilt Taeyong’s chin up before Jaehyun dives down to peck those tinted red lips. Jaehyun hears Yuta coughing loudly, teasing him again, but with Taeyong in his arms, he rather focus on the ethereal goddess than his annoying bandmate. Taeyong cutely crinkles his nose and Jaehyun just have to kiss him again. “You’re going to nail this and show an amazing performance to your fans, trust me.”
Taeyong exhales, still unable to believe Jaehyun’s words. He knows Jaehyun is telling the truth. He has practiced his dances for so many times, singing the lyrics millions of times that he even sings to it in his sleep (he manager who is his roommate tells Taeyong this), that the chances of him messing things up is small. Still, he could fuck this up.
Noticing his words do not succeed in calming Taeyong’s worry, Jaehyun cups the boy’s face, bringing it closer to his. “Hey, look at me,” Jaehyun whispers lovingly, persuading Taeyong. Brown orbs look up at Jaehyun, giving his attention to the taller male. “You got this Lee Taeyong. You’ll do well,” he says. Jaehyun kisses Taeyong again, this time deeper, totally ignoring the fact that Yuta is in the room. Eyes close, he sucks on Taeyong’s bottom lip causing the shorter male to quietly whimper. He pushes his tongue in Taeyong’s slightly parted mouth to lick his front teeth. The grip on Taeyong’s jaw tightens as Jaehyun deepens the kiss, pulling the boy closer by the hips as he sucks on his tongue.
Under his hold, Taeyong tenses only to relax seconds later, closing his eyes and surrender to the kiss. He lets Jaehyun sucks on his tongue, lets Jaehyun licks the inside of his mouth and lets his hands travel down to his hip, keeping him still. Only when he is out of breath did Taeyong pull away, pushing Jaehyun gently to give himself some space to breath. His cheeks are tomato red, embarrassed once he realizes what they just did.
“You’re going to be alright,” Jung Jaehyun says again and this time, Taeyong believes him, nodding his head shyly.
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“I told you you’re going to be amazing.”
Taeyong cutely smiles, chuckling when he sees Jaehyun extends his arm, offering his hand to Taeyong. His body moves on his own, taking the hand the taller man offers. The difference of their hands are quite prominent with Jaehyun’s fingers longer by few centimetres, making his own hand looks smaller. Jaehyun’s hand is warm, a perfect fit for his icy ones.
“Couldn’t do it without you,” the purple hair man replies. It’s nine in the evening. The sky is already painted dark blue with omnious cloud hiding the moon and stars from view. Music Bank has just ended with Jaehyun’s group coming first again and Taeyong’s first comeback places him on the third place, an amazing achievement for a new comer who just debuted a few weeks ago. While waiting for his turn to perform, Jaehyun takes his chance to sneak out from his dressing room to watch Taeyong’s performance (he orders Yuta to cover up for him before he quickly leaves, leaving Yuta no room for argument) and it’s worth it- Taeyong is amazing on stage. His movements are sharp and clean while his rap are clear, addictive. It’s not surprising if Taeyong would secure the first place next week and honestly, Jaehyun doesn’t mind losing to Taeyong because Lord knows, he would do anything to let Taeyong shine.
They are walking out through the back gate, both covered up from head to toe. Even under those mask and cap, those huge winter jacket and blue contact lenses, Jaehyun still can recognize Taeyong in a heartbeat. His presence is something that Jaehyun naturally memorizes; the way he walks and how his eyes crinkle when he smiles. To Taeyong, Jaehyun’s honey voice is imprinted at the back of his head that he could recognize it even if he whispers ever so softly. Going out to have a nice private good time as an artist is hard, especially when both of them are the talk of the town these past few weeks thanks to Jaehyun’s popularity and unexpected video confession, added by Taeyong’s beauty and charisma.
To show their courtesy to Jaehyun’s video confession, Taeyong too, has to make one as advised by his agency through his Instagram. In that 1 minute video, he expresses his gratitude towards Jaehyun’s interest in him and says he too, is interested, that they should hang out more. What the public doesn’t know is they go out for their steak date not long after and has seriously discussed about Jaehyun’s intention. Jaehyun declares his romantic interest towards Taeyong in a serious manner, expressing his desire to treat Taeyong as more than friends. Taeyong agrees, but unsure if their relationship should be shared to the public or they should remain silent. Jaehyun tells him not to worry, not to think too much about the future and what ifs. Instead, he tells Taeyong to focus on the present, on this moment, on his feelings and thoughts.
Being with Jaehyun is easy. Jaehyun offers serene and tranquil. Jung Jaehyun’s touches are gentle; long fingertips trailing up and down his skin, relaxing his tensed muscle. His hold is firm but never once did the man makes him uncomfortable with his touches and kisses. It would be a lie if Taeyong denies how his heart races just a little bit when Jaehyun cups his face and looks him deep into his eyes or when Jaehyun praises him.
And Taeyong decides, to give this a try, to give them a try.
“Saw a few seniors dropped by your waiting room,” Jaehyun says, voice slightly muffled by the mask over his mouth.
Taeyong looks up at Jaehyun, eyes curve up in a crescent moon shape as he grins. “Are you jealous?” He asks, poking Jaehyun’s side playfully.
Jaehyun huffs. Catching Taeyong’s wrist with one hand, he brings it up to plant a deep kiss on his knuckles before he lets their connected hands fall down to his side. “No one put you on a tight spot, I hope.”
The taller’s unexpected response leaves Taeyong stunts, unsure on what to reply. His honey voice sounds serious that Taeyong thinks he should give his answer some thought before replying. “Not really. They just congratulate me. Other than that nothing really happen...” Taeyong pauses when something rolls in his mind. He frowns, hesitating whether to mention the little incident to Jaehyun or just remain silent and pretend it didn’t happen.
“You look like you want to say something,” Jaehyun says, by this time, both of them have stopped walking, standing by the sidewalk, looking at each other. The way those eyes looking up and then to the sides, the way those pink lips pouts and frowns, Jaehyun knows that something did happen and Taeyong is contemplating his decision, whether it is a worthy incident to tell or otherwise.
Jaehyun doesn’t really want to press him, not wanting Taeyong to feel he is an overly possessive partner. He tries to give Taeyong enough room for himself and careful not to overstep his boundaries. Yes, his touches have become more intimate and his kisses have become more daring but he never goes beyond that, fully aware that Taeyong is not ready, that the latter wants to take this slow. But Jaehyun likes Taeyong- loves Taeyong like he has never loved someone before. His heart feels full and there’s so many things he wants to do with Taeyong that it’s hard to control his emotions sometimes.
The grip on his hand tightens, Taeyong realizes, a small sign that Jaehyun is trying his best to control himself, to not let his curiosity pressures Taeyong. He smiles, starting to walk again, this time leading the way. “You don’t have to make that face, Jae.” Taeyong says, giggling between his words. The serious and sour look on Jaehyun’s face can be scary sometimes but right now, knowing how the latter is dying to know what happen, Taeyong finds his expression to be funny. They stop once they’ve found a suitable place to sit at the park. Just to be safe, they choose a nice secluded spot behind a huge tree at the end of the park where no one usually comes.
“Jessica sunbaenim dropped by and asked if we’re in a serious relationship.” Taeyong finally spills. Their hands are no longer connected but Taeyong is leaning his weigh on Jaehyun’s side, his head of purple hair comfortably lying on the man’s shoulder.
“Then, what did you say?” Jaehyun asks, curling his one arm around Taeyong’s waist, pulling the latter closer. It’s cold enough during winter but it is much colder at night. The last thing he wants is Taeyong falling in sick after their secret night stroll, not when Taeyong still has his one month promotion in his schedule. To Jaehyun, whatever he has with Taeyong right now is something he desires more than anything. To be able to touch and kiss the person he is romantically interested in, someone he loves more than anything in the universe, is a blessing. He is seriously pinning on Taeyong, wanting to be apart of the man’s life from now on, to share every journey with the goddess from now on till forever more.
Taeyong is however, quite unsure where they are going with this, especially when he couldn’t exactly name this relationship of theirs. In this alley, in the entertainment world, anything can happen; nothing is definite and Jaehyun’s feelings towards him included. Jung Jaehyun might be sure that he wants Taeyong now, but five or ten years ahead, he might change his mind and the same could happen to Taeyong too, maybe. Maybe a year later his or Jaehyun’s agency might ask them to break their ties and when those moments come, when it finally becomes a reality, Taeyong is certain he could not adapt to it, to live with the changes. Lee Taeyong is a man of routine. He dislikes changes, he dislikes surprises. If he relies too much on Jaehyun now, if he gets too used to Jaehyun’s presence now, in the future, when Jaehyun decides he is moving on, Taeyong could not possibly continue his everyday life without Jaehyun’s presence.
So, he answers, “I’m still thinking.” Those words are nothing but the truth because Taeyong is still thinking; thinking about his feelings, his life, thinking about Jaehyun, about them, about this.
The answer is not surprising but at the same time it does make Jaehyun bites the insides of his cheeks in an attempt to distract himself from the little sting that pricks his heart. All his life, Jaehyun always knows what he wants and how to get what he wants; Jaehyun is a man with goals. Taking risks are not a challenge for him because he is willing to give his all to get something he wants. Taeyong, on the other hand, makes his move with full of caution. He doesn’t wear his heart up his sleeve. He’ll take a step forward only after he is certain that he’ll be safe and sound.
“Hey, why do you even like me in the first place?” Taeyong suddenly questions, snuggling closer to Jaehyun. “Is it because of my looks?”
There’s a hint of curiosity and insecurity lace between those questions. Jaehyun turns to face Taeyong, warm hands cupping his pretty face. “If it’s really just because of your looks, you’ll be the 100th person I’ve fallen in love with.”
Taeyong gasps, playfully saying, “Then am I at the 100th place according to your standard?”
Jaehyun pulls his face mask down to peck the purple haired boy on lips, once, twice, before saying, “You come in first.”
Taeyong laughs. “So is it really because of this face?”
“No. This face,” Jaehyun kisses his forehead. “This face is a bonus, a plus point.”
“Then?”
Jaehyun lets the question stranded for almost a minute. His mind is busy arranging and rearranging his confession; his reasons so Taeyong could understand, could see and feel his love for him. He wants Taeyong to know that this feeling is sincere and genuine, that this feeling is right, they are right.
“Taeyong, why did you become Lee Taeyong, the shining rookie of the year?” He asks.
The said man hums, giving the latter’s question some thoughts. “Because whenever I’m performing on stage, it feels right. It feels like I belong here and it’s really what I want to do.”
The larger man smiles, liking the answer that comes out from Taeyong’s pretty mouth. “Then, it’s the same for me too.”
Taeyong frowns, not quite following what Jaehyun is trying to imply.
“Because when I do this,” Jaehyun brings Taeyong’s face close to his, diving in to leave a smooch on right cheek. “And this,” he kisses Taeyong’s forehead. “This,” another kiss on Taeyong’s nose. “This,” he kisses Taeyong’s jaw. “And this,” he says, voice low, almost like a whisper as he kisses Taeyong on the lips, passionately pouring all of his emotions into the kiss. The kiss catches Taeyong off guard but he accepts it, accepts all the emotions Jaehyun delivers. His fingers squeeze Jaehyun’s shoulders.
When Jaehyun pulls away from the kiss, Taeyong takes a deep breathe in, His face is flush red, lips slightly swollen and eyes slightly teary. Jaehyun wants to kiss him again but he holds himself back.
“When I kiss you, hold you, look at you, it feels right. Being with you, standing next to you, like I belong there.”
The answer doesn’t make any sense to Taeyong.
How come Jaehyun knows if it feels right?
Those emotions are so vague. There’s no way for Taeyong to see it. There’s no way it could be a proof, a solid reason why Jaehyun likes him. It’s hard for Taeyong to acknowledge, to understand.
“Okay,” he says, nodding his head. He didn’t understand it but he decides to let it slide, to think about it some other day. For now, Taeyong only wants to focus on feeling the warmth of Jaehyun’s embrace, tight and secure.
