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Taeyong is an odd fish. He’s clumsy, his laugh is windshield-like and loud. He is way too skinny. In his opinion. Not to forget, he is awkward as hell.
He changes his hair color almost every week, depending on his mood, because it’s like therapy, he said to Ten. One time he had neon green hair, because he was feeling extra confident, but everyone called him broccoli for almost two weeks, which made him cry exactly three times and it crushed his ego. Yes, he was very sensitive. He didn’t talk to anyone for three days.
After debating what he should do, he dyed it back to black in his bathroom, while watching a drama that was way too romantic. He was this close to rip his hair out, his scalp looked like it was burnt. The color looked still dark greenish, ugly and blotchy.
So, he kept it for a week before his mood changed and he started to feel platinum blonde. How much hair he lost? He doesn’t know. The box bleach from the drugstore fried everything off, the ends were sticking in every direction and feeling crispy. His hair looked matte and had no shine. Not the best decision in his life, but still not the worst. He was late for work the next day, overslept because Taeyong drank too much beer and ended up binge watching that stupid tacky drama while bleaching the mess on top of his head. Ten just rolled his eyes and pleaded him to not let his boredom out on his hair, as he twirled the dry strands.
“God, Taeyongie, please. How about a sex toy? You seriously need to get laid, you can’t stay forever lonely, dumbass. Fuck, your hair is so fucking fried.” Taeyong huffed annoyed, but he was flushing beet red, because he somehow felt caught, “Language, Chittaphon! Sex is not a solution for everything, okay? Go back to work!” Of course, Ten knows him better than everyone.
That’s why he wants to punch Ten square in the face. He really can see through Taeyong and the fact kind of annoys him every time sometimes. But obviously his words left him somehow thoughtful. His best friend only wants the best for him. So, here he is, searching like a loner for toys on the site called “Love, Sex, Magic” because Ten is right. After all, his sex life is nonexistent. He is really lonely. Taeyong doesn’t have a tall, dark and handsome boyfriend, who wrecks him in every way possible with his dick like he wants to. Life is unfair after all.
With shaking hands and knitted brows Taeyong looks through the numerous toys, vibrators, dildos and plugs. Why is he so nervous? It’s not like someone can watch him ordering a toy, because as he stated he is very much alone in his living room. His apartment is on the 9th floor. Right now, the panorama windows show the gorgeous sunset, that lets everything shimmer in bright oranges and reds.
But even the pretty view can’t distract him for long. His bottom lip feels raw from all the chewing and he can taste his own blood. Why did he let Ten convince him into this? It’s like the hulk sized dildos are laughing at him, as he reads the reviews with a can of beer in his sweaty hand.
He can’t chicken out. He does not want to lose the dumb game Ten is playing with him. He is not a fucking prude. So, without looking he chose one of the toys and goes directly to his shopping cart, to pay without knowing what he got. Excitement bubbles in his chest and his heart pumps in his chest. Hopefully it’s a good one.
A week passes by and he wants to forget about his order, as soon as he sees the glint in Tens eyes. The excitement for his toy deflates almost instantly and his expression turns sour. He knows something is up.
Work in the café is a little stressful, the good weather makes everyone crawl out of their hole to spend money on cooling drinks. Kids are screaming and demanding for ice cream and their tired parents have to give in. I never want kids.
After a long day with Taeyong spilling two drinks and having the sweet substance on his clothes, the closing time comes around, so they can chill a little bit. It’s already 5.30 pm, they will close in half an hour. A smug looking Ten comes near and Taeyong lets out an audible sigh of defeat, as he leans against the counter. He knows he lost the battle anyway from the beginning. His muscles are tense and his feet hurt from standing since 8 am.
“Did you do, what I recommended, Hyungie?”, he sing-songs in his most annoying tone and his eyes spark with a mischievous glint. God, he should stop hanging out with Haechan. Taeyong lets out a grumble and looks left and then right. Suddenly he really wants to wipe the tables. So, he takes the cloth, tries to remain cool and mumbles something under his breath. But Ten is Ten, very persistent and annoying, so, he follows him. “I didn’t catch that, what did you say?” His voice is way too provoking.
Taeyongs eye twitches and he looks like he is going to explode. Not only his cheeks are feeling hot and red, also his neck and his chest. Ten loves every second of this. His eyes widen, playing like he is surprised. This fucker. “You did it! I am so proud, Taeyongie-Hung!” It sounds like he is praising a dog for doing a trick.
“You-”, Taeyong cries out, because he doesn’t know what to say. He glares at Ten, who is running away, his giggles fill the empty café. Taeyong throws the dripping cloth in his hands after him, but it lands on the ground with a wet thud. His head is already throbbing with an upcoming headache. “Next time I won’t miss, Chittaphon!”
A confused Sicheng comes out from the back, looking like the angel he is. He doesn’t have to know what they were talking about. “Hyung? Is everything okay? Why are you so red? Should I check your temperature?” Sichengs words come out stumbling as he speaks with his cute accent and deep voice. His big doe eyes look really concerned.
Taeyong groans frustrated. He wants to go home so badly.
They say each other good bye, but not without Ten being a little shit and teasing Taeyong. “Hyung~ Tell me how your little date went? I hope he is good to you.” His cat-like eyes blink at him like an innocent kitten would, but he knows that his looks are deceiving.
Almost popping a nerve, he flips Ten off, but kisses his cheek anyways. “I hope you get bitten in the ass, hopefully by a dog, you fucker.” And of course, Ten always has a clapback.
“That’s Johnny’s job.” Taeyong fake gags and hugs cutie Sicheng, who looks a little helpless between their bickering. They say good bye to each other, as their way parts.
Taeyong now realizes the excitement that bubbles in his chest, as he walks faster than usual home. The long and straining day at work is long forgotten. People look at him weird, as he makes his way through the crowds. His hair bounces with every step he takes. Taeyong arrives in 10 minutes (a new record!) and without wasting time he looks in his mailbox and… is super disappointed. No package, no notification, nothing. Irritated he closes the box and stomps to the elevator, aggressively pressing the 9 as soon as he gets in. His lips are pressed in a thin line.
They said it will take only three working days. One week already passed. God, he was so pissed off, he needs a beer. With a little too much pressure he punches his code in and closes the door behind him. Suddenly his body feels heavy and the headache is back, throbbing as Taeyong closes his eyes. Without a second thought he takes off his shoes and walks to his bedroom.
His top and jeans are gone as well and he feels like weights have been lifted off of him. He stretches and hears his bones crack. He should go to the gym sometime. But the thought of training makes him feel queasy and kind of guilty. Maybe he should really drink a cold beer. Taeyong pulls a baggy t-shirt over his frame and goes to the kitchen, to drown himself in his pity.
The cracking sound of the can makes him smile to himself. With the remote in his hand he scurries to his favorite place; his big, cushiony couch. But as soon as his butt hits the soft fabric, the piercing sound of his bell rings through the living room. Today is not the day.
So, he places his drink a little too fast on the table and it spills a little bit. The wet, fizzy liquid runs down his hand. Wheezing he gets up and without looking he opens the door and he gasps rather loudly and takes a little step back.
Right in front of him stands a really tall, buff and handsome man. He looks like Taeyongs very wet dreams come true. This has to be a dream. It’s like the dramas he watches way too often.
His hair is a light shade of brown and combed off his forehead. This man’s eyebrows are bushy, full and thick. Just perfect. But his eyes, god his eyes. Chocolaty brown. Taeyong doesn’t wants to know what his bedroom look is like. Or maybe he wants it too much.
His lips are full, reddish and turned into a little, awkward smile, that showed little shadows on his cheeks. This is too much. Fuck, he has dimples. Taeyongs legs wobble a little and his gaze drifts further down, to his sharp jaw and neck. His shoulders are broad, perfectly filled in his white T-shirt and his collarbones look like you could take a shot out of. His arms can 100% crush him if he wanted to. And his legs. God, he has legs for days. Thick thighs. Perfect to ride them.
He doesn’t get the chance to look at him even further. A large hand appears suddenly in his vision and he snaps out of his dream like state. He splutters an apology and bows. Taeyong licks his really dry lips and swallows. Why this handsome man ringing his bell?
“Uhm, are you Lee Taeyong? My name is Jung Jaehyun, I am your neighbor across the floor. The mailman asked me if I can take this in, because you were not at home, so I did. I hope it’s okay.” Even his voice is gorgeous, deep and honey-like. This man makes Taeyong hyperaware, how he must look like.
But now the words settle in and make him stop daydreaming. He grips the doorknob like his life depends on it and panic starts building up in his stomach. This can’t be true. A big lump in his throat makes breathing hard. In his neighbors pretty and big hand is a pink package. The flaming red bold letters that read “Love, Sex, Magic” are practically taunting him. Shame burns up to his temples and he wants the earth to open up and swallow him whole, so he can’t be seen ever gain.
Jaehyun sees his wide eyes and the panic on his face, like he is in a stupor. Not to mention the scarlet shade that spreads way too fast over his face and ears, which looks really unhealthy. He looks like he will have a panic attack if Jaehyun doesn’t anything. So, he tries to soothe him and smiles a little bit more.
“Hey look, you don’t have to be ashamed. Everyone wants to have a little fun once in a while- “, and that seems to do something. Taeyong screeches so Jaehyun stops abruptly with widened eyes. He snatches the package as fast as he can. With shaking hands and wobbly legs, he bows again, splutters a weak “Thank you” and an “I’m sorry for this inconvenience” and slams the grey door right in front of Jaehyuns amazed face, before he can say anything. His left hand still hangs in the air, his right hand is holding the black leash of his dog. Button looks as confused as him, whimpers and licks his hand.
“Uhm… Let’s go buddy.” With furrowed brows he walks to the elevator and looks over his shoulder one more time. What a weird guy. Jaehyun shakes his head as he gets outside to walk with his dog.