"I don't have everything. I have nothing! Can't you see it!" Jaehyun started to sob and Taeyong hand no ida what to do.

What would Yuta do, he thought in desperation. Use the moment and kiss Jaehyun, but he couldn't.

He took a breath and walked closer placing his hand on Jaehyun's shoulder.

"It's ok," he whispered while Jaehyun sobbed louder.

"I'm sorry you shouldn't see me like this its just she's so... bad," Jaehyun raised his voice again.

"At least she's here," Taeyong glanced towards the window were the night city glittered underneath them.

"What does it bring?" Jaehyun glanced at him.

"You can still work on it," Taeyong swallowed. "So I'll go now," he removed his hand from Jaehyun's shoulder.

"Can you come to the party tomorrow, it's in a castle, it's like the unofficial party after the show. You'll get a day off, just come. I'll send you the address, or better, I'll tell may chauffeur to give you a ride," Jaehyun rubbed his hair nervously, he was also washing his tears of with his sleeve.

"I can take a bus, or walk," whispered Taeyong.

"It's out of town so I hardly believe you could get there on a skateboard," Jaehyun smiled through the tears. "So will you be there?" he asked.

"I guess, yes," Taeyong bit his lip. "So bye," he turned around and left the kitchen quickly.

He knew Yuta will tell him off for not using the situation.

The dining room was brightened up by chandeliers and lamps, the guests were in good moods but Jaehyun was standing alone next to the marble fireplace. Each time the door opened he jumped up but it was just another waiter, or a cameraman, or a celebrity, or his fiancée who was running to the bathroom each fifteen minutes to fix her make up.

She was talking to Jae's mum both were looking at him in a angry way, as he refused to spend time with them, but he was fed up. Taeil was right, so right, he should become and adult, lead his own life, tell his mother to mind her own business. All theses words were ready inside him, but the courage to get them our wasn't there yet, and he hated it.

The door crackled and Jae raised his head again, his stomach turned twice when he saw Taeyong. The boy entered shyly and stopped in the middle of the room. He was wearing a rock band t-shirt to a leather jacket and tight jeans, and Jae was stunned seeing him dressed up so sexy. He smiled widely walking closer.

"Wow where have you got this from?" he pointed at the clothes.

"Um, borrowed from my friend," Taeyong smiled.

"You can wear it more often," Jae knew he was flirting but he couldn't help.

"If you say so," Taeyong raised his brows.

A silence fell and both felt tense.

"Let's go for a walk," Jae pointed towards the door and Taeyong nodded.

They left the room as it seemed too crowded. Jae was leading through the long corridors of the castle, to one that was far enough from the crowd. There he stopped next to a huge battle painting.

"This must have been boring," Taeyong moved closer to the canvas. "To paint each little detail into it."

"So you prefer Picasso?" asked Jae laughing.

"Who?" Taeyong looked at him.

"Never mind," Jae leaned against a wall watching how the boy was studying the painting.

"I prefer food," said Taeyong after a while and Jae laughed loudly.

"Me too," he moved from the wall while Taeyong came to him. "So what do you want to do?" asked Jae.

"What do you mean?" Taeyong blinked.

"Um..." Jae lowered his head.

How could he say it, he was searching for words.

"What's so difficult to say?" asked Taeyong.

"Yh, uf," Jae gave out a few strange sound causing Taeyong to lean against a wall next to him laughing loud.

"You're struggling so mach as if you would like to kiss me," laughed Taeyong.

"I would love to kiss you," Jae moved to Taeyong placing his hands on the wall cornering him.

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