Chapter 8

Jaehyun doesn't know if its the maids squealing, Taeyong's fake moans or his sudden overflowing confidence but he sure enjoyed making a rise out of everyone.

The maids were constantly trying to hide their squeals as they listen to the sounds coming from the bathroom. Meanwhile, Jaehyun and Taeyong are inside, splashing water on each other, the faucet slightly leaking with water and the shorter giggling and revealing a softer side of himself Jaehyun somewhat liked. 'He should be like this more often' Jaehyun sighs mentally.

"Like what?" Taeyong stops for a moment, hands down in his pockets raising a look. It was another one of those moments where Jaehyun was too caught up in thoughts that he spoke to soon, or well, spoke what he thought. "Like you smiling and all that. You look better than that y blonde look you give me all the time." Jaehyun, trying to pass off cooly answers nonchalant.

Taeyong holds for a moment, eyes slightly showing then resumes immediately banging himself literally on the wall and begins incoherent words (including Jaehyun's name in different forms), Jaehyun leans by the sink laughing his heart out (without sound of course) and Taeyong slightly chuckles and rolls his eyes at the sound of the maids squealing in excitement.

"J-j-jaehyun-ah! I'm close!" Taeyong fake moans, walking around frantically looking like an idiot. When suddenly Jaehyun notices a puddle of water on the tiles. It was slippery to say the least, and it was 

only a matter of time before Taeyong and his frantic walking became victim to the pool of water.

Eventually, as Jaehyun anticipated. He stepped on the puddle and slipped. Hard, if he actually fell. But like the athletic person Jaehyun was, he immediately grasps Taeyong by the wrist and waist, taking advantage of the momentum of Taeyong's 'could've been' fall and lightly pushes him to the wall. Taeyong slightly shakes, eyes moving everywhere in shock. 

"What just happened?" Taeyong airily whispers, pinned to the wall by Jaehyun and cheeks flushing a cherry tint. Taeyong's blonde hair immediately covers his face the moment his head shakes around in confusion. "I guess I just became your prince charming, princess." Jaehyun jokingly winks, slightly feeling light guilt for using his namesake for Herin. Taeyong for a moment eyes Jaehyun with an undecipherable look and rolls his eyes sassily.

"S-s-shut up. I'm no one's princess." the shorter says under his breath, eyes pinned to the floor. Jaehyun feels slightly amused at the other's expression and drives himself closer to the blonde's earlobe. "Your my princess." Jaehyun whispers just enough for the sound to echo through the entire room and making the maids squeal once again and whispering incoherent words. "Say that one more time and I'll kick you in the crotch." the other looks up, attempting to look savage but instead looked like he had a flushed and pink pouty face.

"Stop acting cute or I'll kiss you again." Jaehyun jokes with his lips inviting the other in a demaning sight. Taeyong side eyes the one above him and moves to the sink, creating sounds of belts buckling (which meant their '' moment was done) "We're done." Taeyong half speaks half whispers just enough for Jaehyun to gain hearing of the words and responds nonchalantly. Suddenly grabbing Taeyong by the wrist and pushing through the bathroom doors.

"No, we aren't" Jaehyun feeling cocky, suddenly drags Taeyong along. Earlier, he asked for the whereabouts of 'Master' Taeyong's bedroom and he had 'plans', good plans for him and the other. "The you talkin about?" Taeyong asks in a maddened whisper as the maids hide the obvious look of flusteredness on their cheeks as they stare at the couple.

"Your gonna have to wait and find out babe. Your in for one hell of a ride." just as Jaehyun finishes his implied sentence he opens the doors to the massive empty Master's bedroom. Jaehyun wouldn't lie and say it wasn't breathtaking because in every sense of the word, it was breathtaking. "Are you seriously going to act like we're having se--"

"Its for real this time." Jaehyun says flatly and lips slightly parted in a smirk. He simply just thought of making fun of Taeyong and getting a rise and negative reaction from the other, after all he deserved it after dragging Jaehyun's simple life into this mess. And surprisingly, Jaehyun did get a reaction from the other as he let go of Taeyong's smaller wrists.

"What do you think we're doing?! Real isn't part of the deal!" Taeyong stammers, cheeks flushed and eyebrows confused but goes unnoticed as Jaehyun removes his sweater, revealing his toned stomach. "Y-Y-You need to stop this instance or I will h-"

"-Or what? Kick me out?" Jaehyun retorts, folding his sweater on the bedside table as Taeyong's face continues to become more and more flustered, standing in front of the bed and completely frozen.

Jaehyun flexes his arms and stretches for a bit before letting the soreness and stress of the day pass into him and his body passes out on the comfortable and wide bed.

And he swore he heard Taeyong muttering incoherent words and still flustered. 'It isn't that bad that he smells good as well right before I go to sleep in his house' he mentally scoffs as his thoughts return to the softness of the pillows.

However, what Taeyong doesn't know is Jaehyun's senses are always on high-alert, always.