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Taeyong (Tay, The pink haired)
23
Idol (in a group with Taeil, Mark, Doyoung, Ten)
Thinks Jaehyun is handsome but weird
Doesn't know at first that Jaehyun is actually younger than him
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Jaehyun
21
Waiter in a small restaurant
Hates colour pink and Taeyong's hair
Doesn't know who Taeyong really is
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Jaehyun was on a train back to Seoul. He had spent the weekend over his parents house. He now leaned against the window while listening to music with his headphones on.
The train had just left from Busan so he closed his eyes. He heard that someone sat in the seat next to him. He opened his eyes a bit and glanced at the someone beside him. He took a notice that it was probably a guy who was wearing a black hood over his head and a mask to cover most of face. He was looking down at his phone and Jaehyun couldn't see his face.
Dude looks rich tho.
He closed his eyes again and drifted to sleep. His mind wandered to the recent events of the weekend. He thought about the cute guy he met in a party who happened to give him his phone number. He would definitely message him later. He was a good dancer which Jaehyun found very attractive and he had cute eyes and soft lips..
He didn't know how long he slept but he woke up when felt like being crushed against the wall. His eyes opened wide when he realised what most likely was the cause of that feeling.
He turned his head to his side where a guy dressed in black had sat looking at his phone but that was not the case anymore. Jaehyun was being used as a pillow. The guy was leaning heavily on his shoulder in his sleep. Jaehyun wanted to push him away but his intentions were stopped when he saw:
God. Angel. Fairy. Doll. You name it. That was what he was seeing.
The guy's mask had fallen off and now it hung only from his other ear. Jaehyun noticed that his hair under the hood was dyed to...pink...but seriously, who does that? Pink is like the cheesiest colour you could ever dye your hair to. Who would want their hair to look like some cotton candy? Yuck.
His eyes wandered away from his hair. The boy's skin looked too smooth and soft and Jaehyun felt the urge to reach his hand and touch his skin. That would be creepy. They were strangers after all. He brushed the thought away and examined his facial features more.
He had a scar looking thing under his right eye making him look more human. Jaehyun still thought he couldn't be a human. No human can look that ethereal.
He tensed when he felt the guy grabbing his arm with his other hand and shifting in his position, snuggling closer to the chocolate haired boy. Jaehyun tensed when he heard the other sighing deeply but then his breathing was quiet again. He felt like a creep for looking at someone in their sleep. Someone he had no idea who they were. Someone ethereal as him.
His eyelashes were pretty long. So beautiful. Sharp features, sharp lips. Lips slightly parted. Nicely shaped eyebrows. So so beautiful.
He reached his hand to the brim of the other's mask and put it around his other ear to cover his face again. He didn't forget to trace his fingertip lightly on his cheek, trying not to look like he did it on purpose, as he pulled his hand back. His skin was as smooth as he had imagined.
He turned again to look outside the window and tried not to think about the pink haired leaning on his shoulder as he closed his eyes and eventually drifted back to sleep.
That was two months ago...
Jaehyun worked in a small diner in the area away from the centre of Seoul. He was a waiter, known for his good looks. His employer acknowledged it, so did the customers. Perhaps that was the only reason he still had the job.
"Jaehyun, I'll be leaving now. Remember to lock the doors when you leave," Jaehyun stopped cleaning the table and turned to the other. Kun was his boss and also the owner of the restaurant.
"I will, you can trust me," Kun hesitated for a while. He didn't usually leave the place for any of his workers to close it alone. Today was just an exception.
"Thank you, Jaehyun," He pushed the door open, eyes still on his clumsy worker. "Remember to clean the floor and wash the rest of the dishes in the kitchen and turn off the lights and lock the doors when you leave and-"
Jaehyun rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about it, just go."
Kun finally left and Jaehyun sighed. He understood that Kun had hard time trusting the whole restaurant to him as he was clumsy and somewhat careless worker. He really tried his best but somehow it didn't seem like that to his employer.
Jaehyun moved to another table and wiped it clean. Then he heard the door opening and closing again.
"Sorry but we're closed for today," He didn't even look up from the table he was wiping but when he got no answer, he dropped the wet towel on the table and walked to the door.
There was a guy crouching near the door, under the window. Looked like he was hiding.
He was wearing all black, making him look like a thief or worse...a serial killer. All Jaehyun could see were his eyes that stared intensely up at him.
"I need to ask you to leave. We're closed-"
"Please, I-...I can't go out, let me hide here for a while, please," The guy begged sounding out of breath, never breaking the eye contact. Jaehyun sighed.
"No, you're probably running away from cops so-"
"I'm not!" The guy sounded offended. Jaehyun snorted. Of course a serial killer would say that.
"Then what are you running away from?" There was a pause. Jaehyun raised his eyebrow when the guy didn't answer.
"...My life." He finally whispered. Jaehyun had not expected an answer like that. What did he mean even?
The guy stood up from the floor and glanced out of the window behind him, pulling his bucket hat down to cover more of him. Then he walked quickly towards Jaehyun, making the waiter's heart jump out of his chest. Was he going to get killed now?
He wasn't. The guy had just walked past him. Jaehyun turned around and he saw the guy going in the staff room.
"Hey! You can't go in there!" Jaehyun jogged after him. He opened the door and he saw what he had least expected.
"Please, let me stay here for a while. I'm not some murderer if that's concerning you. I won't touch anything. I'll just sit... here," He pointed at one chair and sat down on it, looking up at Jaehyun.
Only a murderer would deny that they were a murderer.
The guy had taken off his mask, hat and jacket. He was the same pink haired guy who sat next to him on the train. The guy, who had leaned on his shoulder in his sleep. Jaehyun was sure of it. There was no way he would be mistaken.
He was even more etherial than Jaehyun remembered.
"O-okay, fine. You'll leave when I'm done...washing the dishes or whatever, okay?" He felt himself blushing.
"Thank you." The guy smiled and Jaehyun turned quickly away. He couldn't look at the pink haired in the eye again. Everything about him was too much.
He went out of the room to continue cleaning the tables. The whole time he was cleaning, he couldn't think of anything else than the guy in the other room. Who was he and what was he hiding from? Jaehyun wanted to know. He wanted to know so bad but he knew how rude it would be to shower him with personal questions.
He could still be a thief tho. Only a good looking one. He could've let a serial killer stay alone with him!
After 30 minutes he was nearly done. He rinsed the last kettle and lifted it in the cabinet to dry. He dried his hands to a towel. He did it slowly as he still wasn't ready to see the other again.
But then again, why did the random guy have so huge effect on him? Why did he make him feel want to run away but also run his fingers through the boy's soft looking pink locks?
Jaehyun finally got himself together and he walked at the door to the room. He hesitated again. After a deep breath, he pushed the door open only to see the pink haired sitting comfortably on the same chair and now looking down at his phone. He looked very concerned for some reason.
The guy put his phone away and lifted his eyes to Jaehyun who immediately got chills.
"What's your name, waiter?" Why was he asking this?
The pink haired stood up and stepped closer to him. He looked down from Jaehyun's eyes down to his name tag, then back in his eyes.
"Jaehyun?"
"Yeah...What's yours?" The pink haired's eyes widened.
"You don't know?"
"How am I supposed to know if you never told me? Can I know your name or are you just going to know mine?" How hard is it to tell a name at least?
"I'm- umm- Tay. Yeah, I'm Tay," So it is that hard. Jaehyun raised his eyebrow.
"Just Tay? So short?" The pink haired nodded. Jaehyun walked past him to his locker to put away his black apron and wear his jacket. "So want to tell me now the real reason you're hiding from?"
He pulled the zipper of his jacket up and turned around. Tay had shifted closer to him while he was turned around. They were now standing too close and Jaehyun found himself blushing. He couldn't help himself from admiring the boy's face up close.
"I already told you. I'm running away from my life. Like responsibilities and work and people who...love me."
"Why would you want to run away from someone who loves you?" Jaehyun frowned, not really catching on. Tay only looked up at him with an expression holding no emotion.
"I don't mean real love. They don't love me for who I really am. They wouldn't, if they knew the real me. Is it wrong to not to want that kind of love?" Jaehyun had no idea what he was even talking about. Tay took a small step closer to him and Jaehyun noticed how his loose shirt fell down a bit more, revealing the other collarbone more. He gulped and tried not to stare.
"I guess not...but who do you mean by they?" Tay looked away from his eyes for a short time.
"You don't need to know. I was wondering why you looked so familiar but now I get it. You sat beside me on that train, right? Do you remember me?" Jaehyun was surprised he noticed. They didn't even talk that time, all he did was stare at the sleeping pink haired.
"I do."
"I know. You looked at me then like you're doing right now too," Was it really a smirk Jaehyun noticed briefly on his lips?
"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I- I thought you were sleeping," He stammered and looked away from his eyes. He was embarrassed. He didn't think he would be caught like that. Hell, he never even believed they would meet each other again.
He suddenly felt something pulling the zipper of his jacket open and he looked at the pink haired again.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Tay pushed the jacket off his shoulders and it dropped on the floor. Jaehyun didn't do anything to stop him when he started unbuttoning his shirt next.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Tay asked suddenly and looked at the other somehow seductively.
"No..."
"Good. Do you want to fuck me?" Tay gave him a look that got sweat appearing on Jaehyun's forehead.
"What?! Wait- h-how did you know I was gay?" There was no way he had heard right. Why was this hot person asking for a fuck...from him? With those looks he could get anyone he ever wanted but- Jaehyun a waiter, why would he want a someone like Jaehyun?
"Oh please, there is no way you're straight if you look at me like that. Like you're undressing me with your eyes."
"You're the one undressing me!" The pink haired pulled Jaehyun's shirt up from being tucked in his jeans and unbuttoned it completely.
"And you're not stopping me," He smirked making Jaehyun's face more red than it already was.
"So do you want to fuck me?" Jaehyun gulped. He didn't know if should say the truth. He didn't know what the pink haired was expecting. "Answer honestly."
Seriously, what was even going on?
"I-...I want to..." He grabbed the pink haired's waist tightly and pulled him closer, making him yelp in surprise and to show him who was in charge. He leaned close to his ear to whisper him something: "I don't have lube here."
He nibbled his earlobe teasingly and he saw how it sent shivers down the boy's spine.
"Ah- it's fine, spit will do," Jaehyun hummed approvingly and started leaving wet kisses down his neck. "Wait- don't leave any marks, please."
"Okay," He felt the pink haired placing his hands on his biceps.
Jaehyun couldn't help but wonder how the hell he got himself in this situation. He was only supposed to close the shop quickly and go home but now...
He wouldn't mind if he stayed a bit longer.