Sometimes Sweetly, Sometimes Achingly

Chapter 8: Heal

Taeyong just giggled more. “You look so cute with glitter in your hair!” He cooed.

“Yeah?” Jaehyun smirked, and Taeyong could practically see the gears turning in his head.

Then, without warning, Jaehyun started shaking his head rapidly, causing some of the glitter to fall onto Taeyong’s face. Taeyong cried out in surprise, thrashing to get out of his boyfriend’s hold. But Jaehyun’s smirk simply widened as he used his free hand to grab a handful of confetti on the floor and drop it onto Taeyong as well.

“Surrender now?” He sang teasingly.

“Surrender!” Taeyong agreed immediately.

Once Jaehyun let go of his wrists and removed his knee, Taeyong lurched up to grab him by the collar and kiss him. He could feel the other man’s smile as he licked into his mouth, but suddenly Jaehyun pulled away.

“Ack. No offense, hyung, but you have glitter in your mouth and I’m not about that,” Jaehyun aggressively started wiping his tongue.

Taeyong sulkily crossed his arms. “Well maybe I was feeling bored all day because my boyfriend had to go into work on Christmas,” he sniffed petulantly, purposefully looking off to the side.

“I know; I’m sorry,” Jaehyun placed an apologetic kiss on Taeyong’s nose. “But I’m back in time to go to Taeil’s party. Wanna head out now?”

“Hmm…” Taeyong paused in thought. “Depends on your apology.”

When they stumbled into Taeil’s apartment an hour later, the first thing Johnny said to Jaehyun was, “Dude, why do you have glitter on your lip?”

January 2022

“Why is so fucking hard to find a fucking photographer?” Ten screeched in frustration. His face had turned bright red and he had a vein on his forehead that was threatening to pop with his anger.

“Like, is everyone just magically busy during August,” he continued on his rant. “There’s like ten million fucking people in Seoul and you’re telling me not one photographer is available?”

Jungwoo timidly sipped from his juice box. “Ten-hyung, maybe you need a break from all the wedding planning,” he suggested quietly.

Ten snorted. “I can’t, Woo. Johnny’s already done so much so I promised I’d find the photographer and the caterer, but so far I’ve failed at both!” He dramatically collapsed onto the table.

“Shh, calm down,” Taeyong rubbed Ten’s back in an effort to tranquilize his best friend. “You still have eight months to find someone, Tennie. It’ll all be okay.”

Just at that moment, Jongdae—for once sans Kyungsoo and Baekhyun—walked into the staffroom. He took one look at a stressed Ten and raised a brow. “Wedding stress?” Jongdae guessed.

Taeyong, Yuta, Doyoung, and Jungwoo all nodded.

“Yikes,” Jongdae shuddered. He pulled up a chair to join the table, said, “I’m so glad those days are behind me. I think Sunyoung and I almost got divorced before we even got married.”

Ten let out a moan that didn’t even sound human.

“You’re scaring him,” Taeyong chided. Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Actually, hyung, who was your wedding photographer? Would they possibly be able to do Tennie’s wedding?”

“Sunyoung’s sister,” Jongdae responded. “But I wouldn’t count on it, because she’s touring Europe the whole summer. Sorry, guys.”

Doyoung frowned. “Taeyong-hyung, have you asked your brother who did it for his wedding?”