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HARVEST MOON

— a symbol of love and romance that evokes warmth and affection

The day of the wedding has finally come.

Taeyong checks the time on his phone. He and Jaehyun still have enough allowance to get to the venue but he doesn’t trust the traffic flow to cooperate today.

Sitting on the couch, he swiftly puts his shoes on and mulls about how he should’ve bought a simple slip-on without laces, but that might not look good with his suit. He’d be damned if he was found dead in a pair of ugly shoes.

His outfit is black, as expected of the men. An elegant suit with grey edges along the lapels, white along the horizontal line on the empty breast pocket. His inner shirt is white as well, but thank God he doesn’t look like a waiter at a fancy five-star restaurant because he has good eye for fashion even if it’s an ordinary attire, unlike Jaehyun. If he let his boyfriend pick his own outfit, only Jaehyun’s face would survive but not his dignity.

“What’s taking you so long?”

“I can’t fucking figure this shit out. Why did you get me a tie?”

“You could just not wear it.”

“And risk you going batshit furious at me for not bringing your ideal wedding look to life? No, thank you.”

Taeyong snorts as he walks into the bedroom, stifling laughter as Jaehyun glares at him in the mirror. Turning his boyfriend around, Taeyong easily does Jaehyun’s tie for him. “Did they not teach you how to tie a tie? You graduate high school, at least.”

Jaehyun’s hands fall naturally on his waist and his eyes settle on Taeyong’s face. “Are you ridiculing me, Mr. Degree Holder?”

“I’m ridiculing your lack of tie-tying skills.”

“I probably didn’t pay attention and I never had to ask dad to do it for me.”

Taking the wax from the nightstand, Taeyong scoops a bit and evenly spreads it on his fingers before combing through Jaehyun’s hair, pulling the strands away from his face to display his rugged handsomeness. His heart flaps happily in his chest. “You should do your hair like this more often instead of tying it in a bun or a half ponytail.”

“What difference would it make?”

“You’ll look even more gorgeous. I want people to ogle you when you walk inside the church and I’ll be so fucking proud to be yours, because they can undress you with their dress but only I can actually take your clothes off, fuck you, and make you come while crying out my name.”

“Got a shameless mouth on you, sweetheart.” Jaehyun presses a kiss on his forehead and pulls away to check himself in the mirror, tugging slightly on the tie. “I can’t fucking breathe, though.”

“Don’t be dramatic, you’ll survive. It’s just a few hours.”

“Few hours?”

“Did you forget about the reception?”

Taeyong sticks his tongue out childishly when Jaehyun rolls his eyes. Grabbing his phone, wallet, and car keys, they lock up the house before getting in his car. Jaehyun leans into his space to kiss his cheek and fasten the seatbelt for him.

“You love kissing me, don’t you?”

Jaehyun’s mouth curls into a soft smile. “I love doing things to you, for you, and with you.”

He takes a deep breath.

Having Jaehyun open up more about his feelings is all Taeyong has ever wanted but he will never get used to it. Men could write him poems in various languages and he would not register a word but Jaehyun could say the simplest things and Taeyong would be putty in Jaehyun’s hands, singing him promises to love him forever.

Alright, enough of the sentiments. They have a wedding to go to.

The church is already brimming with guests when they arrive but the bride’s entourage is still nowhere in sight. Just as Taeyong thought, all eyes are on his boyfriend as they search for their seats.

He can get quite narcissistic; Taeyong loves it when he knows he is being admired, but it also makes him feel like a jackpot winner when people look at Jaehyun like they’re asking God why they’re not lucky enough to get a man like that.

Taeyong grins as he catches someone from the groom’s side of the guests filming Jaehyun. Taking their seats, Jaehyun finally tugs the tie loose. “Oh, they want you so bad.”

“I know, I can tell.”

“You cocky bastard.”

“You love it when I’m cocky and you love my cock even more.”

Blushing, Taeyong nudges Jaehyun as he looks around. The organizer did a great job decorating the church according to the couple’s vision. His friend from college, the bride, is getting married to the man she met right after graduation. It has been over 2 years. Taeyong got the invitation out of the blue, a way to reconnect with him, and he appreciates it. He was the closest to only one person back then but she has always been a nice girl, and he’s flattered that she wanted him to be a part of this very important day.

Taeyong’s eyes gravitate towards the groom as the doors open for the bride. The man’s looks are nothing remarkable. She definitely could’ve done better but the man must make her happy for her to say yes so quickly. She wouldn’t be losing so much weight to fit in that ridiculously tight gown if he was a jerk. Sora is smarter than any of her peers and she ought to know the kind of man that will match her.

But back then, as long as someone has a third leg, she didn’t mind whether they were a genius or a massive brainless twat. She was quite the adventurous risk taker when it came to sex.

Taeyong whispers as the couple finally meet at the altar. “We used to joke around calling her a Grade A Hussy.”

Jaehyun raises a brow.

“She slept around a lot. I can’t blame her—she looks like a goddess. Half of the campus could probably recall her orgasm face if you asked them right now.”

“I wouldn’t be interested enough to ask.”

Smirking, Taeyong cups Jaehyun’s clothed cock. “I know my hyung’s type. Not a girl, but prettier than one, right?”

“Darling, I will bend you over right here right now if you don’t take that hand off my dick.”

Taeyong removes his hand, giggling. He won’t push it today because he can’t tell when Jaehyun is joking or not.

He almost snores through the ceremony, and his stomach is already protesting by the time they all file to the reception area just beside the church. Indoor, fully air-conditioned, a respite from the amplifying heat of the upcoming summer.

They are to be seated at Table 7. Taeyong goes to the couple first to congratulate them, exchanging tight hugs with Sora before pulling his boyfriend to where the food is before his vision goes black.

When his plates are filled with steak and pasta, Taeyong leads Jaehyun to their table where he recognizes two of his college classmates.

“Oh my God, Taeyong! Why didn’t I see you at the church!”

“You were probably seated at the front. We arrived a few minutes before Sora came in.” He takes Jaehyun’s hand, smiling proudly. “Anyway, this is my boyfriend Jaehyun. Hyung, these are Seoyul and Yeoreum.”

Jaehyun politely shakes their hands, offering a tight-lipped smile. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“With all due respect, Taeyong, your boyfriend is stunning.”

He tucks some hair behind his ear. “I will never settle for less.”

Seoyul asks Jaehyun if he was their schoolmate.

“I’m older and I dropped out of college to open a bar. If you’ve heard of Monster Crafts, that’s mine.”

“Oh! That bar that Taeyong used to frequent with Haru—” Yeoreum yelps as Seoyul pinches her arm, eyes widening as she realizes her faux pas. “God, I’m so stupid—I didn’t mean to bring up that motherfucker.”

Good to know that everyone hates that asshole.

“All’s cool,” Taeyong assures them. “Hyung knows who Haru is and what that psycho jerkwad did. If you caught him once with terrible black eyes and fucked teeth, that’s Jaehyun hyung’s artwork.”

“He should’ve been arrested, you know. Why didn’t you press charges?”

Taeyong shrugs, slicing his steak. “Too much work and I was already under extreme stress. The damage had already been done, and I just wanted that jackass out of my life. Hyung did the job.”

All guests put a pause on eating once it’s time for the couple’s first dance, much to Taeyong’s chagrin. He records a bit of it. Sora is blooming as she gazes into her husband’s eyes. She must really love him.

Taeyong is properly starving when the party continues so as soon as he’s done with the steak, Jaehyun takes his plate to get him more.

Yeoreum nudges his foot under the table.

“How old is he?”

“32.”

“An older businessman who is hot as fuck? Taeyong, you caught the biggest fish in the sea.”

He stops himself from bragging about what else is big about Jaehyun. “Aren’t you with Seokjin?”

Yeoreum laughs, dabbing a napkin on her lips. “Admiring a man isn’t cheating! Aren’t you living together?”

“Ahuh.” Taeyong doesn’t need to tell them the whole story if they don’t ask.

“Then all that’s left to do is put a ring on it?”

“What?”

Seoyul chimes in. “You’re living together and probably fuck more than Sora ever did in college. What’s stopping you from getting married? Of course, we know you’re not married yet ‘cause we don’t see a ring.”

“Hold on. We’re speeding like a freaking freight train here.” Taeyong nervously chuckles, glancing at where his boyfriend is. “Who said I want to get married?”

Seoyul and Yeoreum look at each other.

“You don’t?”

“I—”

Oh, he does. He sure does. Taeyong used to dread it for a while, especially when his parents were grooming him to inherit the company, but after seeing Sora and her husband, the thought of marrying Jaehyun has officially sat in the crannies of his mind.

Before he found out he was gay, he already knew that he’s going to tie the knot one day. It was a part of being a multi-million company successor. His parents are traditional. Either he gets married to a woman he naturally met or through a political arrangement. And then he started liking boys, but despite that vague relationship with Haru, he knew he was still going to settle down. He just had to find the right man.

And Jaehyun is the right one for him. Taeyong wants to marry him. Taeyong wants to be Jaehyun’s husband. He wants a ring on his finger that matches Jaehyun’s.

But aside from that one passing comment that Jaehyun’s mother made back when Jaehyun introduced him to his parents, they never really talked about it. Jaehyun didn’t show any outward reaction to that comment either, so Taeyong literally has no idea what Jaehyun thinks about marriage.

Seeing Jaehyun make his way back to their table, Taeyong gives the girls a pointed look. “Don’t say a word.” This isn’t something he and Jaehyun should discuss all of a sudden with people that Jaehyun barely even knows.

Jaehyun sits, putting the plate down. “Exchanging another steamy gossip?”

“Haha, not really! Just talking about their boring jobs.” Taeyong didn’t even ask what they do for a living. Seoyul and Yeoreum rightfully look a bit offended but keep their mouths shut.

He picks up a new conversation with them while Jaehyun is on his phone, texting. Taeyong easily carries on but half of his mind is still on the topic of getting married.

Should he ask Jaehyun…? What if Jaehyun doesn’t want to get married? Will he be able to handle the rejection? Will he be able to stop thinking this man doesn’t want me enough to marry me every time he wakes up?

He hasn’t even gotten over it yet when Jaehyun broke up with him. They are fine now but it traumatized Taeyong. Sometimes, he wonders if Jaehyun would suddenly change his mind about their relationship and ask him to pack his bags again. Sometimes, he still waits for Jaehyun to tell him to leave after making love with him, and tell him it’s not going to work.

What if asking causes them to walk on eggshells around each other if Jaehyun isn’t on the same page? What if asking makes Jaehyun feel suffocated?

Taeyong knows the kind of man that Jaehyun is. This is way too serious for him.

Taeyong feels feather light kisses being peppered on his face and then going down his neck and shoulders. Smiling as he stirs awake, he stretches as he rolls on his back, yawning softly. Jaehyun is hovering on top of him when he blinks his eyes open, watching him with a small, charming smile as dark hair frames his face. “Good morning, hyung.”

“Morning, darling. And happy birthday.”

Sighing, Taeyong cards his fingers through Jaehyun’s hair, untangling some knots. He’s still naked under the sheets while Jaehyun only has his boxers on, a couple of light hickeys adorning his clavicles. Beneath the ink on Jaehyun’s skin are traces of Taeyong’s nails scratching him last night in the throes of mind numbing passion.

“God, I’m already 25.”

“You’re complaining when I’m already out of the calendar.”

“That’s one of the things I love about you. My old, sexy hyung.” Sitting up, Taeyong meets Jaehyun’s lips halfway for a quick kiss. “Should we order in or—”

“We’re heading over to mom and dad’s. I called your grandma, and Jeno is coming over too. We’ll celebrate your birthday there.”

Taeyong stammers in surprise. Jaehyun didn’t mention anything about wanting to do more than just sit at home and pig out on two boxes of pizza. “Seriously?”

“Do you not want to?”

“I’d love to! I just thought it’s only gonna be the two of us.”

Jaehyun nuzzles his cheek, caressing his waist. “Heard you on the phone talking to your grandma last week, so I thought it would be great if you could spend the day with her. Mom’s also been wanting to cook for you, and you know Jeno…”

Taeyong laughs, depositing himself on Jaehyun’s lap. His boyfriend’s cousin refuses to give up on his silly crush. Cupping Jaehyun’s cheek, Taeyong looks at the wonderful man before him with love dripping from his eyes and presses a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s lips. “Thank you, hyung. I appreciate it. I miss your mom’s cooking, honestly.”

“Then get up, sweetheart. Let’s take a shower.”

“Together?”

“It’ll save time and water,” Jaehyun says with a mischievous smirk that exposes his lies.

“Oh shut up, hyung. We’ll be there longer than we should because you’re a pervert.”

The blanket falls off his body as he gets off of Jaehyun’s lap. Taeyong runs before Jaehyun can land a slap on his ass, and elicits a shrill scream as Jaehyun manages to catch him and hoists him over his shoulder.

X

They don’t have to travel that far anymore to see Jaehyun’s parents. They’ve been in Busan for nearly two years since they decided to escape Daegu and get away from Taeyong’s parents. Meon-meon bought a nice one-story house for them with a little garden in the backyard for Taeyong’s flowers. Jaehyun didn’t want to be live in a high-rise condominium so a humble place was his only request to Taeyong’s grandmother.

Taeyong didn’t bother applying at another company again. Still, he wants to delay the inevitable—that is taking over the company that his parents cannot deny him of if they don’t want every single penny taken away from them by his grandma—so he opened a flower shop.

As for Monster Crafts, Jaehyun handled the original branch for another year before allowing Meon-meon to compensate him for all the trouble that the Lees subjected him to.

One of Jaehyun’s cooks has now taken over the first branch and Jaehyun hired new men to lend him a hand in running the new branch. So far, it’s doing well despite being fairly new. And Jaehyun is originally from Busan so he has no qualms moving back. Nothing matters to Taeyong, as long as he and Jaehyun are together.

Taeyong is still a little sleepy so he hands the keys to Jaehyun. Despite the heaviness in his eyes that fucking in the shower didn’t get rid of, he stays awake during the short trip. When they get there, he breaks into a blinding smile seeing Meon-meon talking to Jaehyun’s mom. Taeyong gets out of the car as soon as Jaehyun puts it in park, almost tripping. “Meon-meon!”

“My sweet pea! Come here! Let me hug you!”

When he’s with his grandmother, Taeyong turns into the little boy that likes to get smothered with love that his parents deprived him of. He throws himself to the old woman, careful not to cause her to lose her balance. Her laughter rumbles against his chest, warming his heart.

“I missed you!”

“I know, sweet pea. I missed you too.”

Meon-meon kisses his cheek before handing him a thin, rectangular box wrapped in shiny gold paper. “What’s this?”

“A birthday gift, what else? But open it when you get home. Don’t want you to drop it.”

Taeyong thanks his grandma and hugs Jaehyun’s mom before greeting his boyfriend’s dad.

“Is that Taeyong?!”

Jaehyun grumbles when Jeno literally barrels past him to take Taeyong’s hand and plant a kiss on it like some royal gentleman.

“Now this is new.”

“I’ve been practicing good manners so you will finally choose me over this old guy—”

Jaehyun cuts his cousin off. “Do you want him to get jailed? Take your butt back inside before I toss you onto the next train back to Daegu.” He pulls Jeno into an affectionate headlock and shoves him into the house.

Locking arms with his grandma, Taeyong enters the house and nearly squeals at the sight of a two-tier chocolate cake on the dining table amidst dishes that Jaehyun’s mother cooked.

Taeyong gets his grandma a plate of orange chicken. Jeno wants to sit with him but yields when Jaehyun pulls the chair across from Meon-meon for his cousin. Taeyong thinks he hears Jeno say something about poisoning Jaehyun’s food but he can’t be too sure.

His grandma asks Jaehyun about the bar.

“Hasn’t given me any problem yet. Matter of fact, it’s doing better than the first branch in its first year.”

“I’m glad it worked out. Though if it didn’t, I’m always here to present you with other business endeavors. If there’s anyone that knows what’s going to give you the money, it’s me.”

Jaehyun nods, shoving kimbap in his mouth. “I’ll take note of that.”

Taeyong had to sit Jaehyun down for a serious discussion about accepting Meon-meon’s offer. His boyfriend is so prideful, didn’t want to take anyone else’s money. What made Jaehyun acquiesce was seeing how much Meon-meon wanted to support and protect their relationship. Since then, the two of them have warmed up to each other enough for Jaehyun to be calling her without telling Taeyong about it.

“Taeyong, are you not opening the shop today?”

“I don’t think so, dad.” He started calling Jaehyun’s parents mom and dad after the former shed tears, thinking that Taeyong didn’t like them that much.

“I was hoping to ask you about what flowers would be great to give for an anniversary…”

Jaehyun’s mother frowns. “With who?”

“Who else? I’m giving you flowers…”

“Is it not supposed to be a surprise?”

“…We’ve got gray hairs and you still want me to surprise you? Don’t pretend you’re not waiting for me to get you flowers.”

Jaehyun squints at his parents. “Can you not take the spotlight off my boyfriend? It’s his birthday. Talk about your anniversary tomorrow.”

Taeyong lightly slaps Jaehyun’s shoulder. “What, your parents are so cute! They can be lovey-dovey anytime they want. Dad, I’ll give you any bouquet for free.”

“What about me?”

He looks at Jeno. “Do you like flowers?”

“Nah, but I like you.”

Jaehyun drags a hand down his face. “If I knew you’d disrespect me like this, I shouldn’t have let you meet Taeyong. Try to take it down a notch.”

“How about you stop being greedy? I’m going to Seoul for college and I won’t see Taeyong again for a while.”

“You don’t even have to see him at all.”

Meon-meon pokes his side and whispers. “That kid begged me to hand you over to him when I got here.”

Taeyong almost spits his food out. Shaking his head, he passes the pitcher of juice to his grandma. “He’ll get over it when he moves to Seoul.”

They, excluding Jaehyun, sing him a happy birthday before he makes a wish. Hands clasped together, Taeyong whispers all of the good things he wants to get this year for himself and for the people that love him, and blows the candle out. He gets the first slice but Jaehyun takes the fork to feed him, wiping the corner of his mouth.

As they transfer to the living room to watch a movie that Jeno loaded earlier, Jaehyun goes upstairs. Taeyong finishes his cake and quietly slips away to follow his boyfriend, wondering what Jaehyun is doing.

He finds his boyfriend in the latter’s old bedroom, assembling what looks like a vase made of Legos.

Jaehyun looks up at him and groans at getting caught but keeps putting the Lego pieces together. “You’re not supposed to see it yet.”

“Is it really a flower vase?”

“Mm. Since you’re already here, you might wanna help me with the roses.”

Grinning, Taeyong sits on the floor and grabs the manual, collecting the red and green Lego pieces. “This is probably the best gift ever.”

“You love flowers and you’ve been into Legos these days so I didn’t think twice anymore when I saw it online. I knew they would deliver it early so I had it sent here. Mom and dad know no jackshit about building Lego blocks, though.” Jaehyun glances at him, smirking. “Did they see you come upstairs?”

“No, why?”

“What if we have sex while they’re watching? The movie is too loud anyway, they won’t hear it.”

Taeyong threatens to smack his boyfriend. “You’re so gross. I don’t wanna have sex while your parents, cousin, and my grandmother are around.” Plus, no matter how loud the movie is, Jaehyun will fuck him so hard his moans are going to muffle the sounds downstairs.

Finding the lead underneath the pile of Lego petals, Taeyong attaches it to the thick stem.

“Are you happy?”

“I am. Didn’t expect you to call Meon-meon so she can be a part of my little birthday party.”

Jaehyun shrugs. “What about your bigoted folks?”

Taeyong scoffs as he twists the head of the rose. “I don’t care if they actually erased me from the registry. I hope they never ask me to join the company, but Meon-meon will not let that happen. She told me before that she’s going to make sure I take her shares.”

“Rich people problems.” Jaehyun whistles, turning the vase around. “How terrible it must be to have tons of money. I am not looking forward to you getting all stressed out because you don’t know how to spend it.”

“I will build a giant beer bottle for you so you can swim inside it whenever you want.”

“Or maybe you could donate it to the homeless. I had such high hopes for you, Taeyong. You will think like an elite through and through.”

Taeyong tries to kick the vase but Jaehyun grabs his ankle and bites his leg.

They finish assembling the gift, leaving it on the bed after Taeyong took some pictures.

Going downstairs with his boyfriend right behind him, Jeno looks away from the movie to ask them what they did. Taeyong shows him the pictures. “We built hyung’s gift for me.”

“Damn. And here I thought the surprise was an engagement ring.”

All heads turn to him, the movie forgotten. Taeyong’s breath congeals in his throat. He hasn’t stopped thinking about that, and he’d be lying if he says he didn’t imagine Jaehyun getting on his knee to give him a ring on his birthday. “Um—”

Jaehyun grinds his fist on Jeno’s head. “Your e-ticket is ready. Get the hell out of this house.”

Exhaling slowly, Taeyong sits down and catches Meon-meon’s eyes before turning to the movie.

It seems like Jaehyun really doesn’t wanna talk about it.

Throwing a congratulatory party for the other bartender at Monster Crafts—Siwoo—for being a new dad, Jaehyun doesn’t open the bar for customers. It’s just one night and he’s not worried about losing too much money.

Majority of the people that came are Siwoo’s close friends. He got introduced, but Jaehyun sticks to Yuta. He’s not the type to mingle with strangers.

Sitting on one of the leather couches, Jaehyun eyes the DJ he hired. Man is working hard to keep the ladies and gents high on the dance floor.

Bottles, both empty and unfinished are on their table, as well as an ashtray. Jaehyun pinches the joint and holds the smoke in for a moment before exhaling. He would feel even better if Taeyong was there.

Yuta downs a shot and bites into a slice of lemon, wincing. “Jesus—when was the last time I actually got hammered? It’s embarrassing that I work at a bar and I almost never get really drunk.”

“No one’s going to drive you back if you get shitfaced tonight but I’ll make sure to pick up the call from the morgue.”

“Can I say fuck you now that you’re not my boss anymore?”

“Technically, I am still your boss. You just get to pretend to be one now that you have the first branch under control.”

Yuta eyes the crowd by the DJ’s booth. “Who’s the new dad again?”

“Sleeveless muscle tee with a skull beanie. The lady clinging to him holding an orange juice is the baby mama.”

“Guy looks like the type to expect a yearly birthday bash from you for his kid, all expenses paid. Wait—you didn’t actually tell him that everything is free tonight, did you?”

“How is it going to be a treat if I made him pay?”

“Wow.” Yuta refills his shot glass. “And if you go bankrupt?”

“In a single night?”

“He brought the whole town with him, dude.”

Jaehyun snorts, the crunch of the nuts in his mouth muted by the speakers. “I can replace all the drinks again. If they break something, I’m sure Taeyong’s grandma will be willing to replace the whole bar.”

Dating a trust fund kid has its perks and despite hating the disgusting amount of money that Taeyong has, Jaehyun will take advantage of it every now and then. It has to go somewhere.

A girl in a spaghetti strap tank top and low-waist jeans walks by, slowing down upon seeing him. She fixes her hair as she approaches them, her glossy lips stretching to a shy smile.

Jaehyun cuts to the chase, pointing at Yuta. “He’s single.”

“That’s nice, but I actually wanna ask for your number. You’re Siwoo’s boss, right?”

“What are you planning to do with it?”

“Maybe call you—”

“Don’t even think about it. I got a boyfriend at home waiting for me to fuck him. He’ll go on a rampage if my phone rings while I’m balls deep in his ass.”

Yuta bursts into laughter beside him as she scoffs and walks away, disappearing amidst the dancing bodies.

“You’re a fucking dick.”

“They don’t appreciate honesty nowadays.”

“And so fucking loyal it’s actually making my skin crawl.”

Jaehyun sips his drink and takes another drag of the joint, brain floating out of his head. “I don’t want any other body to warm my bed, Yuta. And Taeyong has a lot more to offer than any man or woman in this room. I won’t ruin that.” He blows the smoke. “He’s one in a million, appears once in a thousand years. I’d rather jump off a cliff than lose him.”

--

Like Yuta, no one is going to drive him back so even though he’s tipsy, Jaehyun gets on the bike and goes home at 1:40, finding Taeyong in the living room with the laptop on and some papers spread on the center table. “Why are you working?”

“A company booked us to supply them their requested flowers and I’m not yet done recording everything.”

“At almost 2am.”

Taeyong smiles as he sits next to him. “I can’t sleep without you.”

Grabbing Taeyong’s jaw, Jaehyun turns his face towards him to give his boyfriend a sloppy, drunken kiss. “It was boring as fuck.”

“Then why didn’t you come back earlier?”

“Who’s going to close the bar?” Shifting, he drags Taeyong between his legs with Taeyong’s back against his chest and buries his face in the crook of Taeyong’s neck. “We could’ve drank and danced together.”

“I don’t know anybody there and this is more important.”

“So mature, knowing his priorities now when you used to toss everything out of the window if I told you to come and meet me.” Taeyong squirms as he peppers kisses on the younger man’s neck. “Where did my horny college student slash cockslut of a boyfriend go?”

“Hyung…”

“Hm?”

“You’re getting hard.”

Jaehyun pulls Taeyong even closer. “Am I? You love it when I’m hard for you, right?”

“I would love it more if you were sober. If we ever get married, I’m gonna ask you to tone down the partying.”

“What?” Jaehyun stops grinding against Taeyong’s spine and looks at his boyfriend. Taeyong avoids his eyes. “You saying something?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s what I thought. You should be using that mouth for something else, sweetheart. I have an idea.” Taking Taeyong’s laptop away, Jaehyun chucks his shoes off and lies down with Taeyong facing him, unzipping his fly. “I think I’m sober enough for this.”

Taeyong forgets his task as he fishes Jaehyun’s half hard cock out of his pants. Immediately, he gets to work as he wets his palm with spit and wraps his hand around Jaehyun’s erection, pumping it while kissing around the head.

“My, my. You’ll say no to anything except for my cock, won’t you?” Grabbing a handful of Taeyong’s hair, Jaehyun moans as Taeyong’s lips wrap around the tip, tongue flicking at it. “And even if I tie you down, tear your clothes off, you’ll want me to keep abusing your tight little hole even when you say no.”

Taeyong whimpers around his cock, taking another inch in as he gets fully hard, stroking what his mouth can’t cover.

“Crying out no, hyung, please pull out, it hurts, but the truth is you want me to shove my cock in all of your holes and just fuck you without a care in the world. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Jaehyun thrusts shallowly. “You want me to force myself on you.”

Looking at him with glassy eyes, Taeyong bobs his head to meet the rocking of his hips while rubbing himself over his shorts.

“God, what a fucking whore.” Planting his other foot on the table, Jaehyun holds Taeyong’s head with both hands as he picks up the pace, savoring the heat of Taeyong’s mouth with purposeful thrusts that has his cock sliding down Taeyong’s throat.

Helplessly, Taeyong mewls as his throat gets railed, Jaehyun’s heavy balls slapping against his chin. Jaehyun glimpses Taeyong’s throat as it bulges each time his cock jabs it from the inside. Eyes fluttering shut, Jaehyun drags Taeyong’s head down as he snaps his hips, hissing as Taeyong’s nails dig into his thighs. “Haa—fuck, Taeyong, I love fucking your throat so much.”

Taeyong gags but doesn’t reject his cock. When he comes, Jaehyun keeps Taeyong’s nose buried in his pubes as he shoots each string of cum down Taeyong’s throat. Then he yanks Taeyong off to spray the last of his cum on his boyfriend’s flushed face. Fresh tear tracks run down Taeyong’s cheeks.

“So pretty…” Kneeling, Jaehyun laps at Taeyong’s tears. “Take your shorts off.”

Eagerly, Taeyong discards his bottoms and lies on his back with his legs spread as Jaehyun shoves two fingers in his mouth. He sucks on them, and whines when Jaehyun pulls them out and gathers the cum on his face.

“Gotta take care of my baby and reward him for being such a good boy.” Nudging Taeyong’s legs to give him more space, Jaehyun gives Taeyong’s hole a slap before rubbing his wet fingers on the pucker.

Taeyong holds his legs up and wiggles his ass as Jaehyun rubs his hole, sighing when the fingers finally slip inside. His cock oozes precum on his stomach. “Hyung…”

“Shh, I’ll make you come, alright?” Dipping, Jaehyun mouths on Taeyong’s inner thigh as he scissors Taeyong’s ass, prodding at his wet walls. Taeyong whimpers and asks for more. “You can come just from my fingers, right?”

“But your cock…”

“My cock is tired, baby. Maybe tomorrow before you leave?” Pressing a kiss on the seam between Taeyong’s thigh and hip, Jaehyun drives his fingers relentlessly at Taeyong’s prostate.

“Oh fuck—hyung! Too much!”

“Nothing is too much for you, baby. You will take anything I give you.” Jaehyun keeps his eyes on Taeyong’s face, sometimes on his leaking cock as it tempts him into giving it a stroke, but he would like to see Taeyong fall apart just from his fingers.

Taeyong’s back arches off the couch, gripping the armrest as his hips roll. “Fuckfuckfuck—I’m so hard, hyung, please, I wanna come—”

“You will, baby, since you’re taking my finger so well.” Mouthing on Taeyong’s collarbone, Jaehyun sucks on the small rose tattoo that he talked Taeyong into getting. He curls his fingers upward and scoops the bundle of nerves as he presses his thumb on Taeyong’s perineum.

Hands flying to the back of his shirt to grip it, Taeyong cries out as he spills between their bodies, cock twitching. “Hyung! Ooh—oh God, hyung! Aah!”

Withdrawing his fingers, Jaehyun rubs his cock against Taeyong’s ass and sighs as it brushes against Taeyong’s throbbing erection.

He watches Taeyong chase his breath as he helps him ride out his orgasm. Taeyong takes one of his hands and sucks on the fingers that were just fucking his ass. “Happy now?”

Nodding, Taeyong wraps a hand around their cocks. “Love you, hyung.”

Jaehyun claims Taeyong’s lips in a lazy kiss. He’d like to find himself in this position for the rest of his life, with Taeyong beneath him. Just him and no other.

Taeyong leaves the shop a couple of hours early so he can go to Meon-meon. He trusts that Haechan will clean up and have all of the receipts ready for him to review the next day.

He drops by at the supermarket to get all the ingredients for making Haemul Pajeon and informs Mr. Gong of his arrival.

Parking right beside his grandmother’s car, Taeyong dismisses the maid’s assistance as he bounds up the stairs, grinning as he sees his grandma in one of the tea rooms. “Meon-meon, hi!”

She kisses his cheek and pats his hands. “You didn’t tell me you’re visiting!”

“I wanted to catch you in the act of a criminal offense. There must be a reason you do not age past 50 and it’s likely illegal.”

“Don’t flatter me. And if there is something to incriminate me, I won’t let you know. Your grandmother will get jailed but her beloved grandson will continue to live comfortably.”

Taeyong blinks. “…You’re not actually a criminal, are you?”

“Oh, Taeyong, no innocent man ever gets this rich.”

He purses his lips as he follows her to the dining area with Mr. Gong tailing them, carrying the porcelain kettle and teacup. “I wanna eat Haemul Pajeon with you.”

His grandma already has her hand in the fridge, reaching for the bowl of hwachae. “Are you going to cook for me or am I gonna cook for the both of us?”

“Don’t you have an ounce of faith in my cooking skills? I’ve been getting better, thanks to Jaehyun hyung, and he loved the Pajeon I made for him last week.”

“Alright, let’s see if it’ll be up to my taste.”

Taeyong gulps. His grandmother has an expensive palate but he will do his best.

He tells Mr. Gong to take a break so the man doesn’t hover around them, as his grandmother sits at the dining table with a newspaper.

He puts all the ingredients in bowls and plates so it’s not messy and takes his phone out to open the site he saved for the recipe.

Making Haemul Pajeon only takes 30 minutes if he doesn’t fuck it up. Taeyong doesn’t want to earn a failing grade from Meon-meon so he diligently follows the instructions while she enjoys her time reading and eating her hwachae. While he’s pretty sure she’s never made Haemul Pajeon herself, opting to order it if the menu offers, he knows that she will be able to tell if his cooking is more fitted for desperate sewer rats.

Taeyong pours a bit of pancake batter into the pan and waits for it to sizzle before spreading it evenly and placing the green onions on top. Reducing the heat, he adds in the calamari, prawns, and red chili, and then the beaten eggs.

He glances over his shoulder as Meon-meon flips the newspaper page. “Don’t you get lonely here? You live alone in a mansion.”

“I used to live with my husband and during those times, it wasn’t this sad.”

Grandma rarely talks about her deceased husband and when she does, she usually sounds dismissive. Not today, though. There is longing in her voice. “When was the last time you visited his grave?”

“I can’t even remember.”

Taeyong flips the pancake and adds a bit of oil, frying the other side. After transferring it to a plate, he starts a new one.

Only the sound of his cooking and her flipping pages fill the dining area. Once Taeyong is done making their food, he joins her at the table and hands her a fork and a knife, holding his breath as he awaits her verdict.

Meon-meon takes her time chewing. “Did Jaehyun watch you when you made it the first time?”

“Yup.”

“You probably would’ve failed without his supervision. It’s good, Taeyong. It’s going to be my new favorite food.”

Beaming, he cuts up his food into small bite pieces. “Meon-meon, can you please tell me more about grandpa? I don’t have a lot of memories with him.”

“You were too young when he passed away. What do you want to know?”

“How you two fell in love with each other.”

She scoffs but Taeyong sees the smile she tries not to show. “It wasn’t a fairytale. My parents did not like him.”

“Really?”

“He had an unpleasant reputation. Your grandfather was a notorious casanova. He dated every single woman on campus. Moreover, I was already arranged to be wedded to another man.”

“Did you break up with him?”

“There was no relationship to begin with. Your grandfather almost hit me with his car while he was driving out of campus and insisted on taking me to the hospital. I wasn’t injured, but he fussed over me like he shattered my bones. And though it was his fault for being reckless, he still managed to make it look like I caused the accident. He said I shouldn’t have been passing by—on a damn pedestrian lane.”

Taeyong chuckles, getting up for a moment to get something to drink.

“My parents heard what happened and they were livid. They were convinced I was somehow gravely hurt so they forced your grandfather to drop by every day to take care of me. He had a choice not to do it but my family was more powerful than his, so he brought me fruits, books, and stayed with me for an hour every single day.” Her eyes gloss over as she reminisces. “And then the rumors began.”

“What of?”

“That he was gay because he kept rejecting those girls out of the blue. It was two weeks later, almost three months since the near accident, when he confessed that he was in love with me. And well, I was in love with him too. He was so caring and was quite hilarious. I understood why all the women wanted a piece of him.

“So I told my parents that if I were to get married soon, then I would marry him. They disapproved of it, of course, but we fought and we fought hard. Besides, your grandfather came from a prominent family too so when they realized that, they mellowed.”

“What happened to the other guy?”

“I don’t know. We never got along. He probably got married off to another woman.”

Taeyong watches his grandma slowly eat. “You must have been really happy when you got married.”

“I was over the moon, Taeyong. We only argued a handful of times throughout our marriage and even when his secretary tried to seduce him and I caught her straddling his lap, we didn’t fight. Your Meon-meon was drop dead gorgeous when she was young and all the other girls looked like roaches in comparison. I knew my husband wouldn’t replace me with a pest-looking bitch.”

Taeyong loses it, downing a glass of water as he chokes on his Pajeon. His grandmother cackles.

“He was too smart to cheat! I loved his unwavering loyalty. Even on his deathbed, he held my hand and used up his last breath to tell me I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever loved.”

“Did you ever think of remarrying?” Taeyong asks while wiping his chin.

Meon-meon shakes her head, clearing her plate. She is obviously a fan of Taeyong’s Pajeon. “I would rather die soon than give my heart to someone else. I can’t wait to see your grandfather again but I know it’s not my time yet. I still have a grandson to look after.”

“Aww. I love you, Meon-meon.”

She gets up and kisses the top of his head.

“You’re my best love after your grandpa.”

After eating, Taeyong washes everything he used and follows his grandma to the massive garden. She turns the hose on and waters the plants as he picks up the big garden scissors to trim some of the bushes. The florist certification shall not embarrass him.

“Taeyong, what do you think of getting married?”

He tightens his hold on the scissors lest he drops them and stabs himself. Taeyong glances at his grandma who’s facing her beloved plants. “I don’t think about it.”

“That’s what your father said but he still married your mother because he loved the money that would flow in thanks to the union.”

His parents never talked about how much they loved each other. They were often away from the house for them to teach him what it is. In times they did stay, they talked and hugged and held each other, and Taeyong was too young to see through the façade. They loved their wealth but they didn’t want each other’s hearts and it showed on how they treated him.

“I thought that was how all parents were. Distant but overbearing.”

“Your father was a sweet son to his parents but after he came back from Germany to get his degree, he changed to a different person. I supposed that was the only mistake between me and your grandpa. We didn’t keep our eyes on him.”

“That’s probably why they were so paranoid after finding out about me and Jaehyun hyung, although mom was more aggressive. Maybe if I changed the way dad did, they wouldn’t have been so angry.”

Meon-meon goes to his side and waters the bushes he finished trimming, stepping over the leaves. “A marriage can lead to two things, Taeyong: the making or breaking of your person. It will be up to you how you will let it take control of your life. But first of all, you must choose the perfect candidate to spend your life with. I don’t think you will have any problem with that.”

“…Marriage is a big deal, Meon-meon. And even if I want it, some people don’t. It might not even work at all even when you both love each other.”

She huffs, turning off the hose.

“Anyone who will not want to marry you and stay married to you is a fool.”

Haechan filed a leave for today so Taeyong is not going to open Bloomtown. He can handle everything on his own but he’s just not feeling it without anyone to talk to during downtime.

“How convenient. You can just not open the shop and work because you don’t really have to worry about money. This shop is just a hobby. Any kind of work is just something to kill time with for you.”

“You’re so envious, it’s sickening.”

“Me, envious of your lifestyle?”

“Join the public rallies to abolish the elites if you hate us so much.” Taeyong sprays cologne on himself and turns his head for a kiss as Jaehyun hugs him from behind before sniffing the back of his neck.

“You smell so good, darling.”

“And with just a kiss, he has become a hypocrite. He can forget about hating the rich as long as he can fuck a pretty one.” Taeyong giggles as Jaehyun pinches his butt.

“Correction: as long as I can love a pretty one.”

Flames erupt on his face. Taeyong turns around to hide his cologne in one of the drawers before Jaehyun can tease him and scurries outside while Jaehyun checks all of the appliance’s plugs.

Since he’s just tagging along and he doesn’t want to drive, he agrees to get on the bike. Jaehyun looks so fucking sinful in jeans and white shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows. “We haven’t fucked on your bike yet.”

“It’s not gonna hold us up.”

“You can just bend me over it, though.”

Jaehyun grabs his hands and makes him wrap them around his waist. “I’ll think about it.”

Taeyong drops a kiss on Jaehyun’s shoulder. He knows that it will not leave Jaehyun’s mind until they actually do it.

The truck carrying the new furniture just arrived as they get to the bar. Jaehyun signs the papers as Taeyong unlocks the doors, and lets the delivery men take everything inside.

“Okay, so how can I help?”

“Let’s mop the floor first and then we can unwrap all of these.”

Jaehyun got new sets of couches and matching tables, ones that fit the theme of the bar more than the chairs he initially got.

Taeyong takes the left side of the bar as Jaehyun mops the right side, glaring at the AC before he turns it up and wipes his sweaty neck. “Why didn’t you get another AC while you were at it?”

“All the AC are working.”

“This one at the corner is broken.”

“It’s not.”

“It is! I’m sweating buckets.”

Jaehyun scoffs at him. “You’re just not used to doing chores, so you easily break a sweat and get tired. Maybe if you start moving your ass around the house, you won’t complain about getting hot while moping the fucking floor.”

“You make it sound like I don’t do anything at home. Hey, I wash the dishes!”

“You leave soap on them and then I have to rinse them again.”

“I do the laundry!”

“We have an automatic washing machine. You literally just have to press some buttons and hang the clothes when it’s done.”

“I—what else do I do—oh, I fold the clothes?”

“And then I have to redo them because you don’t know how a folded shirt is supposed to look like.”

“At least I’m trying!”

“That, you do. But you should do better. And you will get done with that faster if you stop yapping.”

Taeyong flips his finger at his oblivious boyfriend and wrings the mop in the bucket before running it over the floor again.

As soon as they’re both done with that, they unwrap the couches. He helps Jaehyun shove the other chairs aside to make room and starts rearranging so it doesn’t look too cramped.

“Want something to drink?”

“Sure, if you care for me.”

Jaehyun doesn’t respond and heads to the bar to make drinks.

While waiting, Taeyong wipes the tables so the others won’t have much to do before the bar opens tonight. Proud of his work, Taeyong’s gaze roams the place before landing on Jaehyun who is watching with a tender expression. “What?”

“The house was fully furnished when your grandma bought it so we didn’t have the chance to organize.” Jaehyun ties his hair up in a half ponytail, tufts of it falling on the sides of his face. He would look more irresistible with black gauge earrings. “We didn’t get to shop together. I would’ve liked to ask for your opinions which plates and spoons and fork go with the overall look of the house. I would’ve liked to disagree with your choices and go with them anyway because you know better when it comes to colors and themes and whatnot, while I’m just a guy who can eat out of empty sardines cans and genuinely not find anything wrong with it.”

Jaehyun cuts the eye contact as he wipes some glasses. “Even though we’re at the bar, cleaning and arranging furniture together kind of…you know…feel domestic.”

Taeyong swallows the lump in his throat as he walks over to the bar and sits on a stool. Maybe there is hope for them to take their relationship to the next step.

Accidentally, Jaehyun knocks a glass off and curses under his breath in annoyance as he nicks his palm with the shattered pieces. “Fucking Christ.”

“Oh my God, hyung, you’re bleeding—”

“It’s fine. I won’t die from it.” Jaehyun runs his hand under the sink and sighs as he fails to find anything in the cupboards to wrap around his hand. Taking out his hankie, he ties it around the wound with a frown. “Of all days, I chose to get the white one.”

Even as red seeps into the material of the handkerchief, Jaehyun continues to clean the mess and then make their drinks.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I’ve gone through worse.”

Taeyong clinks his glass with Jaehyun’s, eyes darting towards Jaehyun’s throat as his boyfriend tugs on his collar. “Hyung, do you like dating me?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“I’m serious.”

“I do like dating you. I won’t do something I don’t want.”

“Do you like waking up next to me, eating with me, showering with me and just…doing life with me in general?”

Jaehyun stares at him like he’s trying to figure out if there’s a riddle behind his words. “I do. I also like doing nothing with you. Sorry—do you want me to say something else? I like it when you’re close to me. I like it when I can kiss and touch you anytime I want. I don’t know what you—”

Taeyong bites down his lip. His boyfriend looks like he’s being held at gunpoint. “Okay, I get it. I like doing life with you too, hyung. Anyway, where do you see us in…let’s say, another year?”

Jaehyun shakes his head, checking his wounded hand. “Nothing is going to change, Taeyong. What we have right now will be the same in 5, 10, 15…or a hundred fucking years.”

His boyfriend is unchanging. Jaehyun will always be the kind of man that will be contented with what he has if it works for him. He sees no need to augment or downgrade when he already likes what he gets.

Deflating, Taeyong puts his drink down.

But Jaehyun tips his chin up. Blood soaks through the fabric and Taeyong ignores the urge to press his tongue against it as he is held by Jaehyun’s gaze that bores into his soul, compelling. Taeyong will do anything this man asks of him, even the most outrageous, even the ones that would put his life on the line.

“I like what we have, Taeyong,” Jaehyun whispers before pressing their lips together, running his thumb across Taeyong’s spit-slick lower lip. “Let’s keep it that way.”

The new stocks of Alstroemeria just arrived. Pink buds cover most of the floor of Bloomtown, surrounding Taeyong and his assistant. Haechan is quick to get started with examining the flowers, checking for withering petals and pest infestation, setting aside the ones with broken stems because they cannot be sold. While Taeyong crouches in front of a pot, mindlessly rubbing the petals as his thoughts migrate somewhere else.

“You should change the rules,” Haechan tells him. “If the boss is caught slacking off, the staff has the right to deny them their monthly wage.”

“And who will give you access to the money?”

“I could snoop around.”

“I could get you arrested.”

Haechan laughs through his nose. “But then who’s going to apply and put up with you when I’m gone? You should be grateful that you found an assistant that truly cares for your shop. If it was someone else, they would have already taken the cash in the register while you’re busy daydreaming.”

Sighing, Taeyong takes out his notepad.

“Make yourself useful or we won’t sell today. The flowers will adapt to your melancholia and wilt out of nowhere. How else are we going to earn?”

“I can still pay you monthly even without this shop so don’t worry about that.”

“What an arrogant prick.”

Taeyong shrugs, scribbling. “That would be what Jaehyun hyung would say if he was here.”

Frowning in his way, Haechan locks the door and flips the sign before dragging him to the counter. Taeyong squeaks his protest. “We’re not going to open the shop until you feel better. Speak up. Maybe I can help you.”

“Aye, you’re so sweet—”

“Don’t waste this opportunity.”

“Geez, what’s got your panties in a twist today?” Taeyong closes the pad and caps his pen. “Do we still have beer?”

“The mini fridge is always stocked, but why do we have that much?”

“Perks of dating a bar owner. Go get us some, will you?”

Nose scrunching, Haechan murmurs under his breath as he fetches cans of beer from the mini fridge in the staff room and hands one to him. “I guess there’s something good about working for you.”

Taeyong pops it open and takes a couple of swigs. “Anyway, where do I start…? Ah—Haechan, are you dating?”

“Ew, why would you ask me that?”

“Because I’ve never heard you talk about a girlfriend or a boyfriend before.”

“Ugh—I’m not interested. I don’t see anything worthwhile about entering a romantic relationship. I could barely take care of myself and you want me to look after somebody else? Dating is like babysitting a grown ass person. You remind them to eat, feel better, wish them good luck at work, scold them when they forget to take their medicines. That’s something my mom would do and I’m not fit to be a parent at this age.”

“You’re not going to be a parent if you’re not going to date.”

“Whatever.” Haechan waves dismissively. “I don’t wanna date. I’d rather work in this shop forever than be somebody’s boyfriend.”

Taeyong pouts. “Bloomtown is not that bad. The shop is prettier than the one around the corner.”

“I don’t think my dating life is your problem, though.”

Resting his chin on a hand, Taeyong eyes the flowers lining the walls of his shop. “Well, hyung and I attended this wedding almost two months ago and an old friend brought up marriage. Since then, it hasn’t left my mind. I wanna get married but the problem is I have a strong feeling that hyung wouldn’t want that. I’m fine with it, honestly, even though I’ve always thought I would get married one day, but I still want to ask, and I’m scared that it might turn him off. He never dated before me, so what makes me think he would want to get married too?”

Haechan’s brows furrow as his lips press against the rim of the can. “I’ve only met your boyfriend a handful of times and he seems really intimidating, not gonna lie. I could read people’s energy, you know, and I feel like he’s the type to be adamant with what he believes in and then just walk away if he’s met with an opposing opinion instead of seeing eye to eye because he doesn’t think bargaining is worth his time.”

“That’s exactly the kind of person he is.”

“But you’re a stubborn guy too. You said he never dated before you but he’s dating you now and you look pretty stable to me. You managed to convince him that you’re worth it, so I don’t think proposing the idea of marriage is going to scare him away. If he doesn’t want it, then tell him you’re okay with that. And if he changes his mind, then you’ll be happy to start planning for it.”

Taeyong chews on his lip, anxiety gnawing in his stomach. “Is it that easy?”

“You’re both adults. I’m sure you can talk it out.”

“He’s not very expressive. I mean, he’s gotten better at talking about what he truly feels but I don’t wanna risk it.”

“Then continue to sulk by yourself. At least if you asked, whatever the outcome is, you’d stop beating yourself over it.”

Taeyong groans, head hitting the countertop. “Sometimes, I can’t predict him. We’re good, actually, we’re happy, and I don’t wanna lose this because I keep wanting more than what he’s willing to give.”

“See, this is another reason I’m not going to date.” Haechan looks at him with disgust. “I’m happy doing whatever I want without depending on another person’s thoughts and feelings. Why should my happiness rely on them and why should I need to be happy with someone else?”

“Marriage can only be done by two people, though. I can do other things and be happy on my own.”

“Then deal with it on your own. I already told you what I think of this and the solution is so easy. If you don’t want to man up, that’s your problem.”

“I think…our most pressing problem right now is that you didn’t bring us enough beer.” Taeyong points to the staff room. “Get me another one.”

“Are you seriously going to get drunk at work?”

“So what? I’m the boss, I can do whatever I want. Come on, chop-chop!” Taeyong claps, making his assistant whine in irritation. “I’ll pay you double to drink with me.”

X

They can’t actually just drink at the shop so as soon as Bloomtown closes, Taeyong takes Haechan to a nearby bar. He feels bad for making someone else rich when he literally has a boyfriend that runs a bar but he can’t sulk around the very reason he wants to drink. Moreover, Jaehyun is not going to charge him so it’ll be even worse.

Coming home, he’s surprised to see Jaehyun’s bike and that the lights are on. Taeyong parks his car and wobbles inside, grinning as he sees Jaehyun fiddling with his phone in the living room. “Hyung! I missed you!”

Jaehyun watches him take his shoes off. “Why weren’t you answering your phone?”

“Oh—I put it on DND, and then I forgot to turn it off, hehe.” Jaehyun springs off the couch and hurriedly catches him when he trips on his own foot. Giggling, Taeyong rubs his face on Jaehyun’s chest. “You smell so good, hyung. Did you just shower? Why aren’t you at work?”

“I wasn’t feeling it.”

“Or maybe you just want to stay home and cuddle with me?”

He was just teasing, batting his eyelashes exaggeratedly. Jaehyun is not lazy—

Jaehyun brushes the skin beneath his eye. “Maybe.”

Blushing, he hides his face on Jaehyun’s chest again.

“You’re drunk, Taeyong. I smell booze on you.”

“Mm, sorry I went to another bar.”

“I don’t care about that. But you’re drunk and you drove home. What if you got into an accident? You’re not allowed to drink and drive again, you hear me? I’m fine with you hitting another bar if that’s what you want, but I will pick you up.”

“And then leave my car behind?”

“I’ll drive your car.” Jaehyun tips his face up and brushes his hair. “Promise me you won’t drive again if you’re drunk.”

“I don’t want to. You can drink and still get on your bike and you’re not crashing! So why can’t I do the same? I have a class 1 license, hyung. I’m a better driver than you.”

Sitting him down, Jaehyun takes his socks off before retrieving a bottle of water, uncapping it. “Sober up.”

Taeyong looks away. “No.”

“Sober up, Taeyong. You blabber about every little fucking thing under the sun when you’re drunk and I don’t wanna deal with it right now.”

Frustrated, Taeyong swats Jaehyun’s hand. A bit of water spills on the floor. “You sober up!”

“Goddamn it—”

Jaehyun takes a mouthful of water and grips his jaw. Thinking that Jaehyun would kiss him, Taeyong puckers up—only for Jaehyun to pry his mouth open and spit the water in it before clamping his jaw shut.

“When I tell you to drink, you fucking drink.”

Rebelliously, Taeyong opens his mouth and lets the water trickle down his chin and soak his shirt before pushing Jaehyun away as he bursts into tears. “Why would I listen to you, you don’t even ask me why I got drunk in the first place!”

“Why should I?”

“You’re my boyfriend!”

Jaehyun caps the bottle and takes it back to the fridge. “You’re 25, Taeyong. If something is bothering you, then tell me about it. Don’t wait for me to ask. If you’re not talking, then I’ll assume there’s nothing wrong. It’s not job to—”

“I know, I know!” Taeyong wipes his chin, whimpering. “Stop talking now! You’re not helping!”

“Am I the reason you got drunk? What did I do?”

Once he starts ranting, he doesn’t stop. He opens up and stops caring about what happens next.

“You broke up with me without talking about what else we could do to make things work without hurting anybody. You just decided on your own we were better off broken up. You kicked me out of your house knowing I’m not welcome in my own and expected me to face my parents when they could ruin me in a snap just to make themselves look good. You didn’t even stop to think if they would piece me back together after breaking me into pieces. You didn’t call. You just moved on with your life while I tried so desperately and pathetically to reach out to you. And when we talked again, you just fucked me and fooled me into thinking we were fine, only to kick me out the second time.”

Taeyong looks at his wet palms after wiping at his eyes.

“Did you ever wonder how I felt, hyung? You just expected me to be able to take care of myself. I needed you, and you hurt me. I know it was partly my fault for having controlling parents, but…when you said you had to break up with me to protect those you love, was I not among them?”

“Taeyong—”

“I know you love me but sometimes I still wonder if you’d wake up one day not wanting me anymore. We never talked about it because you hate talking so I kept quiet.”

Jaehyun’s jaw clenches. “…Right. I’m sorry.”

As the silence stretches, Taeyong starts fidgeting.

“I’m not even supposed to worry about that anymore because we’re okay now, but then we attended that wedding, and now I’m thinking…would you like to marry me…? I want to get married, hyung, but you said you hate changes, that you would like to keep things how they are now. But I’m greedy and I want more from you. I want to marry you. But I really feel like you don’t want it, and it was so easy for you to break up with me…what if marriage is a deal breaker?”

“…Is that what I said back at the bar when you helped around?” Jaehyun sits beside him and runs a hand through his hair. The black strands fall quite messily on Jaehyun’s head. “Taeyong, I didn’t realize you were talking about getting married. When I told you I didn’t want to change anything between us, what I meant was that I want us to stay like this—in love, wanting each other endlessly, passionately. Being within each other’s reach. Being one call away. Having you next to me as soon as I wake up and holding you when I sleep. That’s what I fucking meant, Jesus Christ. I wasn’t—” Jaehyun pinches the bridge of his nose. “How could I reject something I didn’t even know? You didn’t ask.”

Taeyong fights the urge to cry again as Jaehyun pulls him in a hug, kissing his temple.

“I’m not going anywhere, Taeyong. I will not leave you. I will not break up with you again. I’m sorry for not even taking into account what you felt that time, for not asking if you’re okay, for not asking what’s bothering you. I love you, darling. I don’t know how else to say it to make it sound more convincing but I love you. I will not change my mind about you.”

As the burden of worry is lifted off his chest, Taeyong wraps his arms around Jaehyun’s neck and kisses him. “I love you. I love you, hyung. I love you a lot.”

Jaehyun sighs before chuckling softly against his lips, returning his kisses with pecks. “And I love you back, sweetheart.”

You know what, Taeyong thinks, it’s okay. If Jaehyun will not marry him, it’s okay. Marriage is just a piece of paper. A ring can’t prevent separation. Jaehyun has adjusted for him, and if Jaehyun is happy with this, then Taeyong will adjust his kind of happiness too.

Jaehyun’s lips move softly but with intent against his, big hands holding his waist. When he feels Jaehyun’s tongue seeking entry, Taeyong climbs his boyfriend’s lap and deepens the kiss, drawing a groan out of Jaehyun who cups his ass and kneads the globes before lifting him.

He wraps his legs around Jaehyun’s waist and latches his mouth on the man’s throat as Jaehyun takes them to the bedroom. Jaehyun doesn’t toss him to the bed, and instead, gently lays him on the mattress hovering over him with hips lowering against his to grind deliciously.

Taeyong moans, sadness slipping away in exchange for desire.

“Actually, do drink more often. You get extra sensitive when there’s alcohol swishing in your head.”

Nipping on his earlobe, Jaehyun’s calloused hands slip inside his shirt to cup his chest.

“You love fucking me when I’m drunk, hyung. That’s bad. Has no one ever told you that people can’t consent when they’re intoxicated?”

“So you didn’t want it when I brought you to my place for the first time and fucked you silly?” Jaehyun licks the shell of his ear and pinches his nipples. “You love it when I take advantage of you.”

“Daddy—”

“My good boy, do you wanna get fucked like a good little slut?”

Taeyong whimpers, grinding back. “Yes, please—”

“So polite.” Jaehyun pecks his lips. Taeyong takes his clothes off the moment Jaehyun pulls away to discard his shirt and sweatpants, sitting against the headboard with his legs open and stroking his cock. “If you’re gonna cry, make sure it’s because you’re choking on my dick.”

Kicking his underwear off, Taeyong gets on four before Jaehyun’s cock, licking his lips. He’ll never get over how fucking huge it is. Palm wet with his spit, Taeyong grabs Jaehyun’s cock and slowly pumps it while peppering kisses on Jaehyun’s inner thigh. Gentle fingers sift through his hair.

He presses his tongue against Jaehyun’s balls, feeling their weight for a second before sucking on them as he thumbs Jaehyun’s slit. Jaehyun sighs and tightens the hold he has on Taeyong’s hair; taking that as an order, Taeyong releases his boyfriend’s balls to lap at the shaft from the base up, up and down, wetting it thoroughly while enjoying the bump of Jaehyun’s veins.

“Good God, Taeyong. This should be sacred. You’ve mastered the sacrament of cock sucking and I’d really like to be blessed every now and then.”

Amused and eager to make Jaehyun talk even more, Taeyong swirls his tongue around the tip before wrapping his lips around it, sucking gently, even nibbling until Jaehyun hisses again. He starts bobbing his head.

“You’re so lovely, baby, how did I get so lucky?”

That wasn’t what he thought he’d hear.

He keeps stroking even as his mouth leaves Jaehyun’s cock to trail kisses over his boyfriend’s abs. When he’s far up, Taeyong keeps the cock in his hand stimulated by rubbing the tip against his nipple. Jaehyun likes it very much, conveying it with moans and thrusting into his hand. “You just happen to very hot, hyung. Doesn’t take much luck to score a hot college kid like me.”

“You’re right. As someone who can literally have anything he wants, you can let yourself be shallow when it comes to who fucks your whoreish ass, can’t you?”

He licks the ridges of Jaehyun’s abdomen as Jaehyun’s cockhead kisses his taut nipples. Taeyong leans up to get a smooch from his boyfriend before engulfing Jaehyun again, and even as his jaw begins to hurt, he doesn’t put a stop to the cock fucking it.

Tears cling to his lashes as his eyes water. Taeyong makes sure to glance up with those shining teardrops as his lips are stretched prettily around Jaehyun’s thick girth, the tip occasionally fucking against the pocket of his cheek when he tilts his head.

“Shit—” Yanking his head off, Jaehyun shoves him to the mattress face down and gets on top of him, spreading his legs. “Can’t come just yet, baby, so let me enjoy you even better.”

Taeyong muffles his cry into the pillow as Jaehyun’s tongue all but dives into his tight heat, thumbs hooking inside his hole to tug it open. Wet sounds from Jaehyun’s ravenous ass-eating make him shiver, his cock curving to the left from how hard he is. “Daddy, it’s so good—”

“It better be, darling. Can’t have you looking for another man when all you want from one is a big cock. It’ll hurt my ego.” Looping his arms from beneath Taeyong and clasping his hands over Taeyong’s spine for the other to arch his back, Jaehyun pulls Taeyong’s ass closer to his face as he gyrates against the mattress. “Hmm…”

“Fuck—oh fuckhyungplease—eat me out well hnn—fuck me with your tongue, give me your fingers too please—”

“Greedy little bitch.” Jaehyun spits on Taeyong’s hole and laps it up, smearing his saliva around Taeyong’s quivering pucker before sucking on the taut skin. Unclasping his hands, he shoves two fingers inside to work it open. “This is mine, Taeyong.” His words come out sounding like growled warning. “You could kiss another man, suck another man’s cock, but never ever give him your ass. You will not like what I’m gonna do to both of you.”

The pillow is wet with Taeyong’s tears and drool. He pushes against Jaehyun’s face, wanting those fingers even deeper, legs shaking as Jaehyun’s tongue scrapes his insides. “Daddy, want your cock—”

“And you still ask for more when I already gave you my fingers and tongue?” Jaehyun bites his hole, smirking as he winces from pain before smacking his ass, massaging the skin as it reddens. “Beg for it.”

Taeyong spasms as Jaehyun fingers his prostate. Looking over his shoulder, he bites his lip. “Daddy, can I please have your cock…?”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been a good boy…and I know that you badly want to fuck me like this too. Don’t I look pretty?” Taeyong strokes himself, gasping, back bowing even lower so Jaehyun can see him pumping his length. “Don’t you want to wreck and abuse this pretty boy’s hole?”

“Oh, baby, I do. And I’ll take all my pleasure from it.” Jaehyun presses one last kiss on his hole and gives his balls a nice squeeze before taking his fingers out as he kneels upright, grabbing Taeyong’s shoulder as he presses the head of his cock against Taeyong’s fluttering pucker.

Taeyong moans loudly as Jaehyun plows into him in one smooth thrust, forcing his walls to stretch wide. He’s not given a moment to catch his breath as Jaehyun grips his shoulders like a horse’s reins and fucks his slender body, skins slapping. “Daddy, daddy!”

Jaehyun’s fringe clings to his sweaty forehead. He brushes it back and spanks Taeyong’s ass as he rams it with his cock, watching his erection drive relentlessly into Taeyong’s body. “Fuck, yes. I’m this close to petitioning companies to make blowup sex dolls out of your figure, sweetheart. I will not share you but I can let other men have a little bit of imaginary taste. Aren’t I so nice?”

Taeyong holds on to the headboard as Jaehyun grabs his face, pinching his lower lip. “Aah—”

Jaehyun spits into his mouth and tells him to swallow it. “I think you’re also luck to have me, baby.”

“Yes, yes—daddy, I’m so lucky to get fucked by your big, fat cock—umm—fuck, it’s so big! Fuck me, hyung, please, please—”

His eyes close as pleasure burns inside him like uncontrollable wildfire. Jaehyun’s cock goes so deep inside it fucks his flat belly. Taeyong cries because it’s so fucking good, wondering if they can still fuck like this when they get old. “Ah ah ah—”

Jaehyun tweaks his nipples, tugging. Tears roll down Taeyong’s cheeks as Jaehyun slaps his cock and balls before swiping a finger over the leaking slit and smearing his precum on his swollen teats. “Hyung, I’m gonna come—”

“Yeah?”

“Hngg—yes, please, let me come—” Jaehyun buries his face on his nape, licking at the sweat before sucking a hickey on the skin. “Please, daddy, I’m so close—”

Jaehyun grabs the back of his neck and shoves his face down the pillow.

He screams as Jaehyun cants his hips and fucks his prostate dead on. He’s so overstimulated, orgasm about to reach its boiling point. Amidst the moans, panting, slapping skins and bed creaking, he vaguely hears one of the drawers opening and closing.

It’s the last drawer on the nightstand. The third one. The one he can’t open because it’s stuck and he cannot be bothered to oil it. Or maybe it was locked. He knows it’s the third one because it somehow sounds smoother from not being used a lot. It has a keyhole but he doesn’t know where the key is, so he’s never opened it. There was no reason for him to.

But maybe Jaehyun has.

It’s been a while since they used a toy to spice things up, and knowing he’s going to come soon, Jaehyun might want to prolong it and put a ring on him.

And Jaehyun does.

He opens the little box, hips not faltering, bites the ring out of it and grabs Taeyong’s hand, slipping the jewelry on his finger.

Taeyong stops breathing when he catches the stone glimmer. “Hyung—”

“I won’t even ask you. Just wear it. I’ll marry you, do and give anything you want. What a brat.” Jaehyun spanks him again and buries himself balls deep inside each forward thrust. “So fucking spoiled.”

Taeyong is so fucking shocked his orgasm rolls back. “Stop—hyung, God—stop!”

“What—”

“Stop fucking me!”

Slowing down in disbelief, Jaehyun pulls out his angry red cock. “What now—”

Taeyong flips himself, gawking. “What do you fucking mean what now—you proposed to me—”

“It’s not actually a proposal. I’m telling you I will marry you.”

“When did you—”

“The day after your friend’s wedding.” Though he looks pissed, Jaehyun languidly strokes himself with a smug grin. “I wanted that for us so I impulsively went ahead and bought a ring. Just didn’t know when to pop the question. If I’d known you’ve been worrying about—” Jaehyun huffs as his lips quiver. “Don’t sob on me now. We’re in the middle of sex.”

Taeyong slaps his forehead. “But hyung, I thought—”

“Then you don’t know me at all.” Jaehyun drags him closer and pushes back in with a grunt, picking up his previous pace. “Do you like it? I got you the prettiest I could find without spending all my hard earned money.”

He doesn’t even know what to feel. Everything is too much.

Combing his fingers through Jaehyun’s hair, the ring sits on his finger like it’s meant to be there. Jaehyun wants to marry him. Jaehyun wants to be with him for a long time. Oh, he was so stupid. Jaehyun loves him more than anything.

Taeyong comes with a muted cry, writhing. Jaehyun presses their mouths together as he follows and spills inside him. Shaking underneath his boyfriend’s weight, Taeyong sobs softly, hips rolling lazily as he rides out their high. “Can’t wait to marry you, hyung, I love you—”

Jaehyun kisses his teary eyes.

“How did you know my size—”

The lips that have descended to the apple of his cheeks slowly grin, and Jaehyun pulls back to sit on his heels as he takes Taeyong’s finger into his mouth. There is dark wildness in his eyes that gives Taeyong a full body shiver.

“Lucky guess.”

Jaehyun chuckles as he pulls him back down for another round.

When Jaehyun first heard how long the wedding preparation would take, he thought it would last forever. But as he stands in front of these guests in a massive garden decorated with sophisticated white, Jaehyun feels like it was only yesterday when he slipped the ring on Taeyong’s finger.

They invited some of their close friends and relatives from Jaehyun’s side of the family. For Taeyong, he only has his grandmother and Mr. Gong, but several of his college friends came too, as well as Haechan, and the few people he worked with from the company that kickstarted his career as soon as he graduated.

Jaehyun didn’t even know there was a venue like this in Busan, surrounded by various species of flowers ranging in many bright colors and a pond right behind them filled with active koi fish.

He keeps his eyes at the other end of the aisle, feeling their gaze on him. He’s feeling faint, honestly, heart beating rapidly in his throat. The sun isn’t even beating down on them but he’s sweating, too. Blowing the hair strands falling over his eyes, he irritatedly swipes them back when they stubbornly obstruct his sight.

The wedding planner that Meon-meon hired was the one that decided which suits they’d wear based on Taeyong’s taste. Jaehyun is a walking fashion terrorist and the only thing he did during the preparation was to agree to anything they said because he didn’t know better.

He didn’t ask for the cost. Meon-meon covered everything from the wedding to the reception and even to the honeymoon trip. She insisted but fortunately allowed him to buy the rings himself. His ego would never let them make him feel like he can’t afford his own wedding.

God, when is Taeyong going to walk down the aisle and marry him? He’s about to fucking collapse.

Catching Jeno’s gaze, he raises a brow.

Jeno mouths. “That should be me.”

His eye twitches.

Until Taeyong asked him to be his date for his friend’s wedding, Jaehyun never thought of having one for himself, let alone being in a secure relationship.

But here comes Taeyong, his soon-to-be husband looking so breathtakingly beautiful in his suit with his golden hair tied to a little ponytail and the sides braided, coming to his life like a destructive whirlwind; Jaehyun is powerless.

He takes Taeyong’s hand when Taeyong reaches him, returning the smile with a small, nervous one. He will not cry. Not in front of everyone.

“You’re so handsome, hyung.”

If he talks and his voice breaks, Jeno will never let him hear the end of it so Jaehyun just presses a kiss to the back of Taeyong’s hand before facing the officiant.

He knows he should be attentive, listen to what the officiant says, but he just can’t stop sneaking glances at his fiancé. The officiant clears his throat but Jaehyun doesn’t care. Taeyong chuckles, so softly like the breeze of the spring wind, and Jaehyun’s knees buckle. Everything feels so surreal. One moment, this boy was just ordering spicy dumplings and beer from his bar, and now they’re about to exchange vows.

Facing him, Taeyong holds his hand with an excited smile, so happy he practically bounces on the balls of his feet.

“Hi, hyung. It’s our wedding day. Do you know how happy I am?”

Jaehyun smiles, brushing the back of his hand on Taeyong’s cheek.

“Actually, I can’t describe it. I don’t think there’s a perfect word for it and I feel like it’s immeasurable anyway. When I started dreaming of getting married, it was always with a faceless man. No matter how hard I tried to put everyone’s face on it, it didn’t fit. There was something wrong. They didn’t match with me.

“I’ve always wondered what my future spouse would look like and honestly, I didn’t expect him to be almost a head taller than me, broad like a wall, and heavily tattooed. That’s hot, okay, I’m sorry if someone thinks this is inappropriate but God, you make me want to kneel and pray.”

Jaehyun purses his lips. He doesn’t need to look to know that his cousin is glaring daggers at him.

“Hyung, I know you don’t think your presence in this relationship is that significant but you changed my life. I don’t even want to remember how I lived before meeting you. You made me feel all things at once—joyful, devastated, angry, exhilarated, insatiable, content. You made me feel contradicting things but for some reason it all made sense. You and I make sense.

“I don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want you for me because nothing can make me feel alive like you do. But if the world decides to test us again, I’m sure we’ll still win. You’re a very independent man and you need no one to survive but even so, I’ll be ready to lend you a hand, hyung. For you to hold when you’re feeling all of these things—may it be clear or confusing. I will be ever present for you; wherever you are, I’ll make sure that you know you can call me and I’ll be there as soon as I can. Even if we’re miles apart, even if there’s an ocean between us, even if there are storms in my way. My love for you will make the impossible possible.

“You can be strong and weak with me and I’ll stand still to hold you up. My heart is always open for you. My eyes will always look at you. My lips will always kiss yours. And I swear on ever pump of my heart, that I will only love you, and I will think of only our memories in my last seconds. You’re my soulmate, the breath in my lungs. Nothing can pull us apart.”

Jaehyun has to blink rapidly as Taeyong puts the ring on his finger. If words could be a weapon, Taeyong’s vows would be a gun to his heart. The ring is the trigger and rather than killing him, it freed Jaehyun from the restrictions he’d put himself in.

“Is it my turn?”

“Well, is there any other man that wants to marry me today?”

Jaehyun clenches his fists when Jeno guffaws.

“Laugh all you want, kid, I’m still the one marrying Taeyong while you watch from your sad little chair.”

Taeyong playfully pinches his cheek. Jaehyun sighs, taking a paper out of his pocket and unfolding it.

“I was too restless to memorize it and I won’t take my chances forgetting my own vows, so. And it might not be as great as yours.”

“Hyung, it’s okay. It’s just me, you don’t need to impress me.”

It’s not just Taeyong, though. This is the man that owns Jaehyun’s heart. One mistake, one crash, and he will stop breathing. Life will lose its meaning. All that makes up his existence will rely on this man, the most important person in Jaehyun’s life.

“I don’t have much faith so I rarely believe in any of his plans, but if there is something I could call a miracle, a heavenly gift, it would be you. A surprise that knocked me off my feet and caught me in a net.

“Truth be told, in the beginning of our relationship, I didn’t expect it to last longer than a few months. But then spring wilted into summer, summer bled into fall, and winter arrived so soon and we are still together, tangled in the weave of intimacy. I stopped questioning if this was for me. I’ve wanted you even before you graced me with your beauty. I should’ve realized I signed myself up for this and there is no one else to blame but me. Not that being in love with you was a mistake; it was the greatest thing I ever did after music. You were the notes composed into my life and made it resonate.

“While promises are infamously meant to be broken, I want to hold them like a fragile rose and water them to keep the petals perpetually blooming.

“I’m a mortal man; I cease to exist for myself but I will live for you and I. I stand before you on this day to hold you with utmost devotion, to climb and move mountains for you. To part seas and birth new lands for you. To pluck the stars that no one has ever reached and give you light. To breathe life in all gardens to make you a bed of all the flowers you like. To tame blistering rocks so you could have a warm path to walk on. To take my heart and serve it so you won’t ever be hungry for love, and it will never die. You will never starve or be thirsty because it will beat and bleed richly for you for as long as I’m by your side.

“I will always love you, Taeyong, in all the ways I know. Loving you is both the easiest and hardest thing I’ve ever done and sometimes I could barely understand the emotion that courses through me, and I doubt that you will unless you take my heart out of my chest and fuse it to your chambers. I’m willing to exchange hearts with you just so I can learn more about your love and show you just how much you mean to me. You can either give it back or keep it between your teeth, savor the taste of it, as long as I know it’s in your safekeeping. I will never ask for it again. It’s yours ‘til the end of time.”

Jaehyun gives Taeyong his ring.

“Believe it or not, I wrote that myself. Purely from my college dropout vocabulary. No plagiarism, only facts and truth and raw word vomit.”

Taeyong giggles, unable to stop himself from giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He might or might not have shed a tear when they finally kiss, but he’s quick to wipe it away before anyone notices.

X

Jaehyun hated practicing dance the most but he admits that he really needed it. It wasn’t to look good with Taeyong as they have their first dance as a married couple—it was to save face, and Meon-meon knew she had to step in.

Thumb caressing Taeyong’s hand, they slowly dance to the sweet tune of the song that Taeyong has chosen.

“I might melt in a puddle of goo if you keep staring at me like that, hyung.”

Something gets into his eye and he blinks it away. Yet more wetness only wells up and Jaehyun has to slot his face in the crook of Taeyong’s neck even though it’s awkward due to their height difference. “I’m so in love with you. There’s no way I wouldn’t marry you, Taeyong.”

“Hyung…”

When he’s certain he won’t cry, Jaehyun pulls back and cups Taeyong’s cheeks, kissing him. “I hope I made you happy today.”

“My heart is going to burst, you know. Hyung, I know you hate how pompous everything seems but even if it was just a civil wedding with no witnesses, just two runaway men, I would still say yes.”

Jaehyun gives Taeyong another kiss on the lips. He just has to. He needs to. Kissing Taeyong is a staple part of his life. “You made things technicolor.”

Taeyong hugs him tightly.

“And I love every part of you, even the unpleasant bits of your personality.”

“Okay, okay. I love you too, my big teddy bear.”

X

Their honeymoon is in Seogwipo in Jeju, booking a five-star hotel room that Jaehyun fails to appreciate because as soon as they get inside, he starts undressing Taeyong. Slowly, peeling the layers off their body like they would tear to shreds with a rough pull.

It’s so uncharacteristic of him that Taeyong thought he was pulling a prank, until he reduces Taeyong’s mirth to needy gasps and whines.

He admires Taeyong with little kisses on his face, trailing down to his chest, stomach, and then his smooth legs. Worshipping every inch of Taeyong like a martyr. He even laps at Taeyong’s ankle and holds Taeyong’s gaze with a sprinkle of mischief as he sucks on a toe.

“Hyung, no—”

Chuckling, Jaehyun’s hips sensually grind against the meat of Taeyong’s thigh as he kisses his spouse’s calf. “Didn’t think I’m the type?”

“You’ve never done it before…”

“Every part of you is pretty, sweetheart. Frankly speaking, I should’ve sucked all of your toes the first time we had sex.” Jaehyun laughs when Taeyong whines, putting his leg down to drape himself over Taeyong again, kissing the whimpers from his lips. “I love you.”

Jaehyun holds the base of his cock and sighs as he pushes in with Taeyong gripping his shoulders. For a moment, they just stare at each other, softly panting as Jaehyun marvels at how much he adores the man beneath him.

He rocks gently, pulling back a bit only to thrust deeply. Kissing Taeyong’s face, neck, clavicles, flicking his tongue on Taeyong’s nipples. “I love you, baby. How did I survive not saying it every minute? I’m sorry, I was such a shitty boyfriend. But I’m gonna love you so much from now on that you will have to fight me to dial it down.”

His cock rubs Taeyong’s hot walls, the tip touching Taeyong’s prostate teasingly. It makes Taeyong mewl and thrash, legs locking around him to beg for more.

Their fingers intertwine as he braces himself up, hips snapping faster. “I won’t hurt you like that again, darling. If I were—fuck, you’re so hot, so pretty—if I were given a chance to go back in time, I’d fight for you even if it wasn’t fair. I’d spend my whole life fighting for you. I’m sorry, baby, I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

Taeyong’s soft cries cling to his heart.

Jaehyun grunts and slams his cock repeatedly, filling the room with Taeyong’s blissful moans before shoving his face on Taeyong’s throat, nibbling, orgasm building up rapidly as he feels the rings around their fingers.

“Hyung—together, please—”

Stroking Taeyong’s cock, Jaehyun swipes the pad of his thumb on the slit and cradles Taeyong’s spasming body as Taeyong reaches his peak. Taeyong’s chokehold on his cock forces him to release, moaning Taeyong’s name as he throbs against Taeyong’s soft walls. “Fuck, Taeyong, you feel so fucking good. God, I’m obsessed with you.”

Jaehyun sits on his heels with Taeyong on his lap, breathing heavily, their bodies covered in sweat. He brushes Taeyong’s hair away and gives his forehead a few kisses. “I’ll marry you again.”

Taeyong tiredly chuckles. “We just got married, hyung.”

“Mm, but I’ll save up for it and make it extra special. Extra meaningful.” Jaehyun tips Taeyong’s chin and locks their lips chastely. “Baby…”

“Yes…?”

“You’re a dream.”

There are plenty of things for couples to do in Seogwipo and Taeyong is determined to go over their itinerary for the whole week without skipping anything.

One the first day, they just lounged in bed watching movies because he’s too tired from the wedding and the multiple rounds of sex the previous night. Ordering whatever he desires on the hotel’s menu, he eats while watching rom-coms with Jaehyun who, for once, doesn’t complain about the cringe fest.

For dinner, they go to a small, cozy family restaurant that is a five-minute walk from the hotel and share a giant bowl of ramen. They manage to finish it in 10 minutes, winning a special set of ramen and beef that the owner himself made and seasoned. Taeyong’s belly is so full he can barely stand so Jaehyun offers to give him a piggyback ride back to their room.

Their second day starts with a hot shower sex, followed by visiting the Yeomiji Botanical Garden where Taeyong promotes Jaehyun from husband to husband and photographer and has him take pictures of him with almost all of the plants, trees, and flowers. There are more than 2000 different species in the garden, so by the time they head to Lee Jung-Seop Art Gallery, Jaehyun is ready to chop his limbs off.

Pitying his husband, Taeyong uses his tripod to get Instagram-worthy shots of himself. Jaehyun joins occasionally. Sensing that Jaehyun’s patience is running thin, Taeyong suggests leaving the museum as the sun begins to set.

Third day of their honeymoon sees them climbing the Daepo Jusangjeolli Cliff. It’s made up of thousands of stone pillars and the wooden walkway, which is the safest spot to admire the scenery as the water hit the rocks below, gives them the best view of the astounding hexagons.

Taeyong zooms into the view, back pressed against Jaehyun whose arms are coiled possessively around his waist. “Do you think I’d survive if I fell?”

“I don’t know. Wanna give it a try?”

“You won’t even try to save me? Jack and Rose jumped together knowing they might not even make it.”

“They had no choice.” Jaehyun kisses his temple. “And you know how many of them lived?”

Tutting, Taeyong takes a picture of the waters. “I’m sure we can find a raft that can carry us.”

“We might but it wouldn’t hold our combined weight. That’s why Jack didn’t get on that door. It was wide enough for two bodies but not sturdy enough to carry them at the same time. I don’t wanna die yet.”

“Okay, fine. You wanna be a widower so bad. Don’t get married again, hyung. I’ll come back as a ghost and haunt you.”

“The grief will kill me anyway. It won’t be long before we reunite.”

Taeyong turns around and pulls Jaehyun down as he angles the camera to capture their kiss. “Love you!”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

Their main goal the next day is to bathe in Seonnyeotang after a relaxing hike. Taeyong gets tempted to have sex with Jaehyun since there aren’t many tourists around the time they chose to go, but Jaehyun reminds him of the fishes that live in the pools.

“Plus it’s saltwater. Pretty sure it’s not great to have sex in it.”

Crossing his arms, Taeyong waddles away.

“Come on, Taeyong. Are you seriously upset?”

“Talk to the hand!”

They have their first fight as husbands on the way back to the hotel. Jaehyun fucks the immaturity out of Taeyong in just two rounds and three orgasms.

There are still two days left before they go back to Busan but Taeyong would like to just lie in bed on the last day, so they hit the Seogwipo Olle Market to shop for souvenirs.

He buys some kitchenware and fresh seafood for Jaehyun’s parents and Meon-meon, volcanic clay face mask for himself and Haechan, and a couple of vintage hoodies for Jeno. Jaehyun doesn’t find anything he wants better than the man next to him.

They stop by a food stall for dinner and order four plates of spicy dumplings. Jaehyun judges him as he bathes his plate in more hot chili oil.

“Don’t make me hold your hand in the bathroom when you feel like you’re gonna shit balls of fire again.”

“I won’t! I’ll only make you hug me through it and wipe my tears of regret. And maybe pat my spine like those cats I saw on Tiktok.” Taeyong points at Jaehyun’s dumplings. “You gonna eat that?”

“You still have 14 pieces.”

“You’re not a fan of dumplings, though. Why did you order that?”

“Because you like them and I wanna like everything you like.”

Taeyong wiggles his brows, smirking. “Someone’s gonna get his soul sucked out of his dick later.”

Eyes widening, Jaehyun asks the cook to give him another plate of dumplings.

Taeyong coos at him, pressing his chili-coated lips on Jaehyun’s cheek and earns a sigh as Jaehyun wipes it with a napkin. “You love meee.”

“In fact, I do.”

His heart flutters like butterflies. Taeyong will regret a lot of things, even his dumplings, but never falling for Jaehyun.

He’s not ready to go back to the hotel yet so they head to Saeseom Island, a tiny tree-covered island with a kilometer-long walking route circulating it. The wind blows through his hair as they stroll leisurely under the moonlight.

Taeyong takes pictures of the information boards along the wooden deck for him to read tomorrow, wishing he could see the nest of birds that live around the island.

When they get back where their stroll started, a band is already holding a small guerilla gig, gathering a few audiences. He’s about to take some money out of his wallet to put in the open guitar case when Jaehyun leaves his side and approaches one of the musicians.

The man hands Jaehyun his saxophone, replacing the mouthpiece.

“Excuse me—I’m not trying to perform for money so please don’t give me anything, but you may leave some for the band. I just want to do something special for my spouse. We got married 5 days ago.”

Taeyong is suddenly embarrassed as the people search for whoever Jaehyun is talking about.

“It’s the most beautiful man with his lovely but fake blonde hair.”

Instead of retaliating, Taeyong stands frozen, mesmerized as the band plays jazz music. He doesn’t know what the title is but the lyrics shoot straight to the heart—a story of a man promising his heart away to the woman of his dreams with the full moon to seal the deal of their love.

Jaehyun holds his gaze with a smile in his eyes as he dedicates the song to Taeyong.

Taeyong imagines the future years with Jaehyun, missing it when the song ends. Jaehyun keeps the mouthpiece and drops some cash in the guitar case before walking up to him, kissing his warm cheek.

“I’m so out of practice but I hope you liked it.”

“If it was possible to marry you again right this moment, I would already be penning my new vows.”

“Who’s the eager one now?” Jaehyun grins, holding his hand. “Maybe I’ll play for you at our next wedding.”

“I want to have a child.”

Jaehyun burns his tongue, spitting the coffee out. Taeyong looks at him apathetically while eating his egg sandwich.

“A child.”

“Yes, hyung, a baby.”

Jaehyun scratches his naked chest. “You do know you don’t have a uterus, right?”

“So you’re aware of that and yet you keep telling me that I’m gonna look so pretty with my belly full of your babies.” Taeyong snickers. “We can adopt, but I was talking about getting a pet. Human babies are too much work.”

“Thank God. I thought I was gonna have to be a proper man now and set good examples.”

“Why, would you have said yes if I told you I wanted to adopt a baby?”

Jaehyun stirs his coffee. “I don’t think I could do that, Taeyong.”

“Same, so don’t worry! But we can get a dog from the shelter, right?”

Jaehyun nods and gets a lap full of giddy Taeyong kissing his face. “You wanna go to the shelter today? What about the shop?”

“I’ll tell Haechan we’re opening tomorrow. Hyung, we should buy chew toys and dog food too. Maybe some clothes? But I don’t know if they’ll give it the green light since some dogs don’t like wearing clothes and it’s not actually a good idea.”

“We’ll ask everything we need to know from the caretakers. Let’s go after breakfast?”

Jaehyun doesn’t bother telling Taeyong to go back to his seat.

It’s not wise to use the bike if they’ll get the dog today so they take Taeyong’s care with him sitting behind the wheel so Taeyong can comfortably read about the shelter on his phone. Holding Taeyong’s hand, Jaehyun only lets it go when he needs to change the gear.

They hear the distant barks of the dogs as they park in front of the shelter. Taeyong greets some of the staff and approaches the desk to inquire about adoption. A lady in her 50s then leads them to a room for a brief interview, asking them about their living conditions, salary, history of being pet owners. Jaehyun never had pets but Taeyong apparently had a rabbit when he was a teenager that died after it got sick. Thankfully, that bit of information didn’t disqualify them from adopting.

There’s a wide selection of dogs in the shelter. Taeyong badly wants to take all of them home as they excitedly wag their tails, hoping to be freed from their cages. “I’m so sorry! I hope you will find loving furparents soon. I can only get one for now, you see. But when we get a bigger house with a bigger backyard, I’ll come back to get another dog.”

A 6-year old Papillon named Ruby catches Taeyong’s eye. He instantly falls in love with her butterfly-like ears and asks the caretaker to immediately process the papers for them.

The paperwork will take a day as the shelter is currently processing a few other adoptions but the caretaker promises that Ruby will be ready to be picked up tomorrow. While they’re yet to take Ruby home, Taeyong suggests going to the mall where they can get all of Ruby’s needs at once.

Jaehyun opens some texts from Mingyu as they wait for the toys to be packed at the cashier.

“Whose pet dog is it, sir?”

“Mine and my husband’s. We adopted a dog today.”

“Oh—you are married?”

Taeyong smiles, tapping his hand with the ring on the counter. “Isn’t it obvious? He hasn’t left my side since we came in. My husband is kind of possessive like that.”

While they are openly talking about him as he stands literally a few inches from Taeyong, Jaehyun clutches the phone so tightly his knuckles turn white. Mingyu is waiting for a reply but his brain has already stopped functioning.

He’s married to Taeyong so that makes them husbands, yet for some unknown reason, it flusters him every time Taeyong addresses him as the H-word when introducing him to people. His heart palpitates like he downed three cups of coffee with four pumps of espresso each, face hot like he stood under the sun for more than 30 minutes.

“Hyung.”

Jaehyun looks up. Taeyong already has the bags, shaking his head fondly at him.

“My husband is such a hard worker, you know. He’s probably thinking about the bar again. Let’s go, hyung?”

Jaehyun doesn’t say a word on the drive back home, still stuck on the thickness of affection lacing Taeyong’s voice whenever he calls Jaehyun his husband.

Taking the bags, he follows Taeyong inside the house.

“Now, where do we put Ruby’s play pen? The clerk said the manual is pretty complicated if I don’t have basic carpentry skills—hah, it’s just a plastic play pen! So I said I could just ask my husband to do it for me. Can we take a—hyung?”

The chew toys have spilled out of the bags. Standing in the middle of the living room, Jaehyun looks like he’s about to go down with a fever.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“That being—” Taeyong’s eyes brighten as he puts the bags away. “Are you blushing because I called you my husband?”

“Taeyong—”

“Hyung, you are my husband.”

“Ahuh, we already established that—”

“And there’s thing I’ve been meaning to request but I kept forgetting.” Taeyong runs his palms up his chest, teasingly unbuttoning his shirt as he brushes his lips on Jaehyun’s ear. “I’ll be very happy if you call me your wife.”

No words come out of Jaehyun’s mouth as his breath hitches but he doesn’t have to say anything because the throbbing of his already swollen dick is enough to tell Taeyong that yes, he fucking agrees to it and he likes it.

Taeyong squeals as Jaehyun drags him to the bedroom, laughing as Jaehyun practically rips his clothes off. “Oh my God, hyung, what has gotten into you?”

“You’re fucking asking me that? You keep calling me husband, and now you want me to call you my wife. My fucking wife, Taeyong. You don’t have a cunt—”

“If you could imagine me pregnant, you could imagine me with a cunt, hyung.”

Jaehyun takes the challenge, discarding his clothes before transforming Taeyong’s teasing into desperate moans and whimpers as he sucks him off while fingering his ass.

He makes Taeyong come with just his mouth and fingers before finally sitting him on his lap, facing away. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby.”

Already fucked out and flushed from head to toe, Taeyong shakily lifts himself so he can press the blunt head of Jaehyun’s cock against his hole.

Taeyong is taking way too long to sink so Jaehyun drags him down as he thrusts up, punching a hoarse cry out of Taeyong’s chest.

Leaning against the headboard, he guides Taeyong’s weight up and down his cock, moaning as Taeyong’s searing walls massage his aching erection.

Panting, Taeyong holds on to his knees for support and glances over his shoulder with a slight smirk. “I can’t believe you popped a boner because I called you my husband. I’ve called you my husband so many times since we got married three months ago, hyung. Is that why you’ve been fucking me without fail every day?”

“I fuck you every day because you’re mine—”

“You’re lying.”

Wrapping a hand around Taeyong’s throat, Jaehyun makes him lie against his chest. Taeyong reaches for the headboard behind them and continues to ride Jaehyun as he moans wantonly, cock leaking against his belly. “Why would I lie to my bitch?”

Taeyong whines, watching his belly jut each time Jaehyun’s cock slides deep inside. “Daddy, I wanna get pregnant…”

“Fuck—” Splaying a hand on Taeyong’s stomach, Jaehyun fucks into him rapidly, nibbling on his shoulder.

“Pleasepleaseplease—fuck me, daddy, give me all of your cum!” Taeyong croaks out another moan as Jaehyun grips his cock, mouthing on the side of Jaehyun’s face as drool trickles down his chin. “There you go, daddy. Fuck me harder. Get your pretty little wife swollen with your babies.”

Jaehyun scoffs. If Taeyong wants to play this game, he’ll make sure he’s going to win it.

“If you wanna get pregnant soon, it means I have to fuck you at least three times a day, baby. Will you tight little boy cunt be able to handle it?”

Taeyong gasps, bouncing on his lap to meet his thrusts but ultimately failing as his body gets jostled.

Smirking, Jaehyun reaches between Taeyong’s ass cheeks and traces the stretched hole before slipping a finger inside that has Taeyong screaming his name. “I’m gonna tear this pussy with my cock ‘til it’s red and sore and gaping and I won’t stop until you’re actually fucking pregnant.”

The thought of Taeyong shyly handing him the positive test kits pushes Jaehyun over the edge. He spills his load inside Taeyong with a moan, fucking it out before withdrawing and kneeling between Taeyong’s legs to suck him off.

He lets Taeyong fuck his mouth until the latter comes and swallows most of it but keeping the rest on his tongue. Then, as Taeyong twitches in bed, Jaehyun scoops his cum out of Taeyong’s ass and feeds it to exhausted husband, smearing white on Taeyong’s tongue before pulling him in for a filthy kiss. Their cum mixes and swirls in their mouths, painting their lips.

X

Jaehyun wakes up in bed alone. There’s still half an hour before Taeyong leaves for work, and at lunch, he will pick him up at Bloomtown so they can get Ruby from the shelter.

Kicking the blanket off, Jaehyun puts his boxers on and walks into the kitchen. Taeyong is washing some plates. “Morning.”

“Hmm.”

Turning the coffee maker on, he glances at Taeyong whose cheeks are beet red. Jaehyun eyes the litter of bites on his shoulder and legs. “How’s my wife’s sleep?” He grins as Taeyong drops the mug in the sink. “What’s wrong?”

“I—”

Turning the tap off, Jaehyun turns Taeyong around and presses a hand on his belly. “Are you pregnant yet?”

Taeyong gets even redder as he looks away. “Hyung, I have to take a shower—”

“But I need to fuck you first, baby. If I don’t, then my wife is going to be sad.”

“But the shop—”

“Fuck the shop. Open it tomorrow. I know your assistant is going to thank you for it since he will still get paid.” Lifting his husband, Jaehyun sits Taeyong on the table before roughly tugging his underwear off.

Taeyong whimpers. “What are you doing!”

“Just checking if my wife’s pretty pussy can take my cock again.” Jaehyun spreads Taeyong’s legs, rubbing his sore hole. “You look so red down here, Taeyong, and it seems like you’ve tightened up again. Let’s do something about that, shall we?”

Jaehyun fishes his cock out, pumping it as he deviously smirks at Taeyong.

“You promised to make the impossible possible, didn’t you?”

x.