Night Glo
You alone is enough. Tell me, can we work this whole thing out?
part one of the series
“Why would you give a ten-year-old a knife?”
“He felt unsafe.”
“Now I feel unsafe!”
“Would you like a knife?”
“Don’t you mean another knife? I’m good I have enough weapons on me.”
“I thought we agreed no more knives in the bedroom!”
“Fuck off Johnny. Frankly, you can’t complain at me for giving Jisung a knife, he’s sixteen not ten. How old was Mark when you first gave him a weapon?”
“Shit, he was fifteen.”
“Sorry, I thought we’d established that grown men don’t mumble. Speak clearly to me Johnny.”
“He was fifteen when he first had a gun. B-but it was only in training, he didn’t leave the centre with any weapons! I swear!”
“I gave Jisung the knife because he gets scared about people breaking into his room, it’s never happened and I’m the only one who ever wakes him aside from Kun who rarely does so; we know what we’re doing. He happens to be trained to use it too but as you know, we’re planning for Kun to start teaching him on a more permanent basis. I can’t keep him from violence but I can make sure he does something good.”
“Now, strip.”
“Oh, angry sex? Tae you are killing me today.”
“No. We agreed no weapons in the bedroom, get them out.”
“Hey, it works for Yuta and Sicheng apparently! Maybe we could give it a go sometime?”
“I really, really hope you’re joking. For your own sake.”
“Are we done fighting now then? I’d very much like to kiss you and not to be brash or anything but I would very much like a cuddle session with the countries scariest mafia boss who is definitely the little spoon whether he admits it or not.”
“Shut up and kiss me already you twat.”
“Ooo, talk dirty to me... baby boy.”
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Johnny loved waking up to the sight of Taeyong curled up into his side. Their bed sheets tangled between them as were their naked bodies, a sliver of moonlight spilling into their home - not enough to see clearly but enough for Johnny to make out the sharp structure of Taeyong’s body, his pale skin almost sparkling at the contact.
It was moments like this he really thought it was worth it. The hiding and the lying was all worth it to spend time with the one he loved. Even if it was only for a few hours - it was enough.
But, once again, he was painstakingly brought back to reality at the sound of a crash downstairs. They lived alone. Carefully trying to slither out of bed, untangling his limbs from being intertwined with his lovers.
“Johnny, it’s cold and late, where are you going?”
“Sshh, don’t worry, I think there’s someone in the house. I’ll take care of it, go back to sleep.”
“Just don’t make a mess, blood is a bitch to clean off the walls and I deep cleaned the house yesterday.”
So, Johnny made his way downstairs, grabbing his gun from the pile of his clothes, as quietly as he could, missing the steps where he knew they would creak and keeping close to the wall. As he turned to go the kitchen where the back door was now left slightly ajar, he noticed the lamp on in the living room and the soft muttering of “what the fuck?”
Clicking the safety off, he gently pushed the door open, “Freeze! Don’t move, who are you and why are you in my house? Talk.”
That was when the anonymous figure turned to face Johnny, the most definitely not anonymous figure and in fact very, very familiar figure.
“Dude, what the actual fuck. You live here? You’re in what looks like a long-term relationship with Taeyong?! And why the fuck are you naked?”
“Jaehyun, your order tonight was working the bar, was it not? I think I’m the one who should be asking the questions.”
“Sorry boss but we’re all sick of you not telling us where you’ve been going! It was either Lucas or me who was going to follow you tonight and you better be glad it was me – for both your sake and Lucas’s because Yuqi is not doing well with his shifts getting longer. Now, I’ve explained my part - you need to start talking.”
“I’ll go put some clothes on then I’ll explain everything, I swear.”
“Hey babe, it’s Jaehyun, got some business to discuss - don’t worry he’ll stay downstairs he doesn’t know anything.”
“Too bad, I hate seeing you put clothes on.”
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“Okay boss, let’s hear it.”
“Right. Well, yeah, I live here and have done for nearly four years. Me and Tae have been together for five years, this time anyway - we were together for a couple years back in high school too. It’ll be six in a couple weeks.”
“Jesus Christ. I know the two of you were never rivals but you come home at the end of the day to him?”
“He usually comes home to me to be honest; they’ve got more business he has to finish up whereas we’ve only got the bar and the garage.
Look, I know this is going to be hard for you to understand but we are in love, we’re happy and who knows maybe we will work together in the future. I want to marry him Jae, I’m planning to propose on our anniversary. If he says yes, we will all be working together - whether you like it or not.”
“I just can’t believe we never knew. And that you felt like you had to hide this when you didn’t, we’d always support you, we love you. At least you didn’t hide it because you never told any of us you were gay!”
“Literally everyone aside from Lucas is gay, even he dated some guys before he got with Yuqi. The bar is a whole gay parade. I’ve literally talked about how hot certain people are with you, did you think I was gushing over Namjoon’s man tiddies and dimples because I thought it was the right thing to do? No, he’s hot and Jin is one lucky guy.”
“I’m so going to have to call Jaemin and get him to stop trying to set you up with Kun then if you’re practically married. Jaem did say he was being pretty stubborn about it though so to be fair I really think he just wasn’t interested.”
“Of course, Kun’s not going to agree to a date with me when he’s the one helping me pick an engagement ring.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Oh, fuck indeed. Honestly you guys are such morons at times. And if you’re here, who’s working the bar?”
“Oh wow, keeping quiet, now are we? I thought I told you about working Mark at night, he’s too young and he has to go to school! I enrolled him in that private academy place for a reason and its costing a bloody fortune, you could at least make sure he goes. You’re dismissed Jaehyun. I don’t want to see you out of place for a while, and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone else. I will not hesitate to punish you.”
“Yes sir, sorry boss. It won’t happen again – I’ll tell everyone I came up with nothing.”
“Good night Jaehyun.”
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“JOHNNY!”
Shit, shit, shit.
“Whose muddy boot marks are in my living room and kitchen. If it was Jaehyun oh my god so help me, he treks through the forest when it’s been raining for two weeks straight.”
“Sorry babe, I didn’t have chance to lecture him on his boots with everything else.”
“What’s happening, is it work?”
“Just some issues with an, uhm, with a delivery yeah. New shipment, new items, you know how it goes.”
“Did Ten send you new weapons?”
“No, no. It’s a shipment for the garage, new parts so hopefully I’ll finally get the 1957 porsche working.”
“Sure, okay. Pancakes?”
“I gotta dash, I love you.” With a quick kiss to the forehead Johnny was gone, practically running out the door.
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“I am so sorry I’m late Kun, I know you don’t get much time. Taeyong was questioning me on some business this morning, couldn’t exactly tell him the new shipment I was talking about was an engagement ring.”
“It’s not a problem, I’m only tutoring Jisung today. They gave me the day off, something about the chairman being worried at the number of hours I’ve been working. Oh well, gives me more time to find this ring – he’s going to be so happy.”
“Thank you, this really does mean a lot.”
“I am happy to help, two of my best friends getting engaged? Count me in.”
“Do you think I’m crazy for asking us to join our businesses if we do get married?”
“Not at all, I spoke to him about it once. He said it’d be nice to have someone to share it all with, he does get lonely sometimes.”
“I would give him the world if I could, every moon and every star. I just want him to be happy.”
“You make him happy Johnny, more than you could ever know.”
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“Hey, I know, I am so, so sorry I am late but I had to stop by the garage on my way home.”
“It’s fine, I was late too so I just picked up a takeaway, well Sicheng did and I got it from him but not the point. It’s in the oven heating up now.”
“Good, we need to have a quick conversation.”
“Johnny, what’s wrong you look all serious?”
“Happy anniversary Tae.” He was clutching a small blue velvet box in his hand, good thing it was strong or he probably would’ve broken it with the death grip he had on it.
“I told you not to get me anything.”
“And, contrary to popular belief, I am smart enough to know that meant get you something. But, you don’t like roses and besides they’re expensive and only die anyway, so I got you this instead.”
Hesitantly, he got down on one knee, then proceeded to struggle to open the box and Tae couldn’t help but let out a small snicker.
“Fuck, oh there we go. Will you, please, do me the honour of marrying me?”
“Of course, you idiot. Yes, yes, yes.”
Johnny pulled him in for a soft kiss, sweet and tender.
“Kiss me properly now Johnny.”
“Always so demanding.”
Johnny leant down once again, pulling Taeyong into a passionate, deeper, hungry kiss. One hand holding his waist, the other reaching down to cup the back of his thighs. With a quick tap to his leg and a breathy “Jump”, the kiss turned needy, pressed against the wall – the sound of whiny moans soon filling their kitchen.
“You know Tae,” kiss to his jaw, “I think that ring,” kiss to his neck, “will look a lot better” kiss to his collarbone, “when it’s the only thing you’re wearing”, kiss to the sensitive spot below his ear – producing a breathless moan of Johnny’s name.
“Johnny, bedroom now.”
“Takeout can wait?”
“We can eat later?”
With hungry eyes and a quick smirk towards Tae once again, “I think I could eat now.”
“Oh really, what kind of food were you thinking?”
“You.”
