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Not yours – there is an ugly voice in his head reminding Jaehyun to behave. He knows the rules. He understands why he has to stay away when he sees Taeyong fall on the stage one time too many.
Not yours – there are their fans – Jaehyun can’t believe that these people crowding around them, not letting them breath are their fans. The camera flashes are blinding. He can barely see Taeyong walking right in front of him, his tense shoulders. He wants to reach out, to touch, to ease the ache but that is not in the script.
Not yours – there is going to be a new group. He knows that Taeyong couldn’t exactly say no. He knows what it will entail. He wants to scowl when he learns the news, to argue, but Taeyong is not his to protect, not when they are right in front of their managers, not in front of the room full of important people. This is the life that both of them have chosen.
Early in the morning the doors to their dorm click shut. Exhausted, bruised and hungry Taeyong his Yongie comes into his arms and rests his head in the crook of Jaehyun’ s neck. He finally lets himself nuzzle against his nape, softly run his fingers through the bleached hair and pray that he will be allowed to hold this strong, fragile body for as long he can.