《nct oneshots two ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ》jaehyun x taeyong
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"i'm home!" taeyong said loud enough, so that the members could ear properly as he took off his shoes, resting it on the shoe rack. he winced, feeling his feet on the cold floor as he stepped into the living room and placed down his bag, throwing it perfectly onto the sofa.
"yong? thought you were going to be at the dance practice?" the leader let out a yawn out of exhaustion as johnny and yuta greeted him while they had a pile of uno cards scattered on the middle of the dining table. taeyong shrugged as he walked to the fridge, lazily grabbing a bottle of water. "i got tired too easily. where's jaehyun?"
"i think he went to your room. he looked kind of drained, to be honest. is he okay?" taeyong arched an eyebrow at yuta's words. "i'll go check on him. clean your mess afterwards." the leader said with a hurried tone as he quickly stepped into his room.
he got confused when he saw jaehyun laying down on his bed with his hoodie on, hugging one of taeyong's plushies as he had his eyes closed, his chest rising up and down. he looked peaceful, as if nothing will ever harm him in this cruel world.
taeyong couldn't help it, but to let out a genuine smile as he crouched down, gently poking jaehyun's pale cheeks. "jaehyun~ wake up, casper." he stirred in his sleep a bit as his eyes slowly fluttered open. "yong?"
the leader nodded as he gently stroked the younger's hair. even after times of dying his locks, it still managed to stay as soft as silk. as jaehyun leaned into his motherly touch, taeyong slowly and cautiously asked, "jaehyun, yuta told me you looked tired today. did something happen?"
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seeing the younger very much visibly flinch, taeyong knew something was up. as jaehyun gulped, he grabbed taeyong's hand and placed it on his cheek, narrowing his eyes in an expression that was questionably filled with shame. "i felt soft today, but.. i usually act like a top and i didn't want to-"
"jaehyun." as the younger looked up, taeyong gently placed a sweet kiss onto his lips. "if i am being honest, it really is cute to see you like this. it doesn't bother me if you're acting soft or anything, if it's what makes you comfortable at the moment then i'll be happy to be able to satisfy you. it doesn't bother me that you're a top. tops can act like this too, you know? so it's alright."
as taeyong crawled into the bed, he wrapped his arms around jaehyun, gently pulling him into a hug as he took the role 'big spoon'. "do you need anything? water? snacks?" before he knew it, he heard a small sniffle as the younger looked up.
his lips had a smile as he pulled taeyong into an eskimo kiss, his tears soaking into the collar of taeyong's shirt. "thank you, y-yong."
taeyong smiled back as he kissed jaehyun's forehead. "i'm here."
ᴡᴀᴛᴀsʜɪ ɢᴀ ᴋɪᴛᴀ.
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