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This story starts thanks to no other than the number one of Taeyong's bad influences : Ten.
Ten is the best and worst thing to ever happen inTaeyong's life. They're basically the same person : both dancer, art enthusiast, who liked to look cute and to abuse Johnny's kindness. The only, slight difference between them was that Taeyong was a good, nice boy, and Ten was an agent of chaos sent by the devil to perform destruction.
And Taeyong wouldn't usually mind Ten's turbulent agenda, actually laughing at every one of his unbelievable stories. He rarely was part of it, though, because he was a homebody and a workaholic, which meant he wasn't around when Ten had his compulsory terrific ideas.
This time, however, Taeyong couldn't escape it. Worse, he didn't even think about escaping anything, because at the time he had no idea what was coming to him.
The music is so loud in the club they're at, that Taeyong doesn't hear a word of what Ten is telling him, at first. He doesn't really care, because they didn't came to talk. It's the first time they go clubbing in a while, the first time they een go out in a while. Since Taeyong has started his job, he couldn't find in him to make place for his friends, too focused on his work and the way he felt like he had to prove himself to his superior.
Fortunately, Ten had been outraged to be ignored this way, and had decided to kidnap his best friend all the way to japan to spend the weekend of his birthday, something Taeyong was actually thankful for, even though he had been complaining during the whole fly.
Then they landed, and Taeyong had immediatly forgot about the grugde he promised Ten he was going to hold against him, deciding to run around the city and be amazed by every little thing instead.
And now they were in night club, with music too loud to hear them think, a crowd so dense Taeyong was constantly crashing into people, and he was just drunk enough to enjoy the vibration of the bass against him, and the fact that after month he was dancing with Ten again, and they were laughing, and drinking, and then Ten said something Taeyong couldn't hear even from how close he was to his friend, and it didn't matter because Ten pointed in a direction on his left, and when Taeyong turned to see what he was pointing at, he saw one of the hottest guy he ever had the chance to encounter in his life.
And the thing is, as we said before, Taeyong was a good boy. As a teenager he only tried to sneak out once, and went home only one hour after, scared his parents would find out, and even more scared that something would happen and no adult would even know where he was.
He also always did his best at school, spending too many hours in tutoring session because, of course he didn't understand everything, but he wanted to do well.
And as good boy did, he had waited to be in a steady relationship with someone he trusted to have his first sexual experiments.
All in all, he wasn't sure this one was a good one, because he ended up with more heartbreak than anything. He gave two years of his life, all of his trust, love, and hopes in a relationship that was doomed to fail.
Once again, Ten was the best and worst thing to happen in Taeyong's life, and neither of them could have guessed the Thai boy would meet his soulmate so early on. Especially because Ten's soulmate was actually a brat and Ten had wanted to continue what he had with Taeyong instead of listening to fate.
In the end, Taeyong had been the one to decide to stop everything, because Yangyang was actually a really good person that didn't deserve Ten pettiness at the universe. They were good for each other, Yangyang could give Ten things Taeyong would never been able to. He was a challenge for everyday, and full of surprises, and Taeyong was sure he had never seen Ten as happy as he was with Yangyang.
A heartbreaking thought, and a truth nonetheless. Taeyong and Ten were perfect with each other, but they weren't perfect for each other.
It had taken years for them to overcome this, and to try their best in this new setting. Ten had wanted them to keep what they had — with Yangyang surprisingly free spirited agreement — but Taeyong couldn't, not sure he could handle to have only parts of Ten, and the older actually tried to cut contact with his friend until he realized he couldn't get away from Ten, and their friendship meant more to him than anything else.
After all these adventures, Taeyong had made a promise to himself to not pursue anyone that wouldn't be his own soulmate.
Thing is, now he was drunk, with a very hot stranger looking at him right in the eyes, and it's been so long since the last time Taeyong had touched someone non-platonically and he missed it.
"Go tiger, go have sex!" Is what Ten unsubtly screams in his ears, and Taeyong may put his hand on Ten's mouth to try to shut him up, but he still has every intention to do just that : go and get sex.
Because yes, having sex with a hot stranger is the best idea he ever had, isn't it? And why would he even think about not doing it? Stranger danger who? Condoms were the answer to every bad decision Taeyong could make at the moment.
So he doesn't think about it twice, he leaves Ten's warmth and goes through the heavy crowd until he's facing the stranger. He's even more handsome from up close, long hair tied in a low ponytail, muscle shirt that show off his toned arms, and big round eyes covered in dark makeup. Taeyong can't get his eyes off him. He's hooked. And when he's in front of the guy — who is still watching Taeyong very intently — he feels a shiver of excitement. He has the alcohol to thanks for his confidence, as he immediately hook his arms over the guy's shoulder, getting them only centimeters apparts.
"Hey," he said in a low tone, that he knows is attractive.
"Hey," answers the stranger before he puts his hands on Taeyong.
There is something comforting about being in the arms of the stranger, is what Taeyong notices. He doesn't question it. He doesn't even know the name of the guy, just that he has strong arms, a good sense of rhythm and a firm grip around Taeyong's waist.
This is enough to convince Taeyong to let himself be kissed right there in the middle of the dancefloor. His clouded senses prevent him from questioning the way everything seems to fade as soon as he feels the hot breath of the stranger against his lips.
Suddenly there is nothing that matters but the sensation of warm lips against his, the proximity of the stranger, and the softness of his hair under Taeyong's fingers. Why are they even so soft? They should be greasy because of the dancing and moving around in the crowd, as Taeyong's own feels like.
And Taeyong is maybe a little jealous, but he's especially delighted, and the idea of such a perfect guy being his is making his heart flutter in joy.
Also, the guy's hand making their way toward his ass makes his dick flutter in joy too. And then the guy his talking into his ears, and Taeyong's whole body shivers at the sensation. The guy is speaking in japanese, which surprised Taeyong for a grand total of five second before he remind himself that he is in Japan. And thankfully, he has learnt japanese. Not that he's that good in japanese, but he understand enough to know exactly what the stranger wants. And what he wants is exactly what Taeyong's needs.
"Wanna go to mine?"
Yes, yes, yes. Taeyong wants to run away from this crowded place and get drowned in the guy's attention.
He doesn't remember sex ever feeling as urgent, as a necessity. It must be the alcohol, he thinks, or the fact that he's in a stranger's bed, a man he'll never see again in his life, and he feels like he needs to know everything about him right here, right now. Expect that there is no reason to actually need to know more about him, except for his body. And that's exactly what Taeyong does. He rushes out of his clothes, and then rushes the guy out of his own. He takes a break to admire the other's body, and it seems like he's not the only one appreciating the view, if the glims in the other's eyes is anything to go by.
"I'm Yuta, by the way," the stranger — Yuta— says.
And, yeah, maybe now is a good time for the introductions.
"Taeyong," he says, before letting out a short giggle.
He forgot what it felt like, to bask into someone else's attention. He likes the feelings, but he feels coy. He needs to do something, act on the desire that has been eating him up for hours now. Especially when he's facing some toned chest and abs, and one very nice navel piercing.
He licks his lips at the view, which gets a chuckle out of Yuta. But Taeyong doesn't let the other any time to mock him, as he lowers himself, closer to the Japanese, and allows himself to do what he's been thinking about for the last half hour or so.
Yuta's skin tastes exactly like Taeyong had believed it would : delicious. He lets his lips and tongue map out Yuta's neck, collarbone, torso, and he's rewarded with the delectable moans of Yuta.
Taeyong doesn't even feel when he drips off to sleep, after hours and hours of sex and not that much talks in between. He's exhausted, so when Yuta is finally down with him, Taeyong only remembers getting in a comfortable position against Yuta's chest, and the next thing he knows, his alarm goes off. He sit up, surprised, both exhausted and feeling totally ecstatic. He actually slept, because before falling asleep the clock indicated 7am and it's now 9am, but it's not like it should have been a restulf sleep. Yet, he feels more alive that he has felt for the last months. He remember seeing a documentary about sleep he'd watched while he had an insomnia one day — ah, the irony — he doesn't remember much, something about sleep cycle, and everything, and how sometimes you were so tired you felt even more energized.
He guessed it must be that.
OR, the smell of a breakfast being cooked in the kitchen of Yuta's small apartment. Taeyong doesn't make the effort to fetch all his clothes scattered all around the floor. He just get his boxer and a shirt — one look at it in the mirror confirms that's not even his shirt, but at this point, who care? — and immediately joins Yuta in the small kitchen.
Yuta is indeed making breakfast, he's not much more closed than Taeyong, some jogger on his legs, and naked torso. Taeyong can't help but admire his back as he sits at the table, and especially the tattoo he has on his neck, some abstract form that looks like a flower from Taeyong's point of you. He doesn't get a good view from where he is, and he's too shy to ask.
It's maybe a little ironic after the show he put off the night prior, but Taeyong doesn't know how to act, never having been in this situation before. He has the urge to get closer to the Japanese : to hug him, to kiss him, but he's not sure this is tolerated behavior. At least he guess that if he wasn't meant to stay, Yuta would have wake him up sooner and wouldn't have bothered with making food at all.
"You're up early," he says after a good morning to which Yuta respond to lightly.
"Yup, always has been, my body works like a clockwork. I wake up at eight sharp every morning."
Taeyong let out an impressive whistle. For a night owl like him, it's hard to relate. He'd rather going to bed at eight that wake up at that hour.
"You have enough time to eat?" ask the Japanese, before sitting in front of him, and Taeyong agree. His bags are already made, waiting for him at the hotel. All he has to do is go there, get his bags, join Ten, and they'll be back to the airport and Korea.
Surprisingly, he enjoys Yuta's company, even out of bed. Yuta has been learning korean for years, and they altern easily between the two languages to talk. The conversation flows easily. They don't really discuss important matters : Taeyong notice Yuta's animal crossing's figurine on his shelves and they starts talking about the game, the characters, and ancient opus, then pokemon, and pokemon go and how many pokeshop there is around, and maybe Taeyong should reinstall the game.
They talk, and they laugh, and Taeyong would have never guessed having a one night stand could be so nice. Maybe because Yuta is so easy going, and he's the exception. Also, they were compatible, must that be in their conversation or in bed. Taeyong doesn't know about the sex, because he only ever had Ten, and they learnt a lot about themselves together… But he's pretty sure that even with colleagues and friends, he doesn't often fall that easily into a conversation. Taeyong can be pretty shy, and he's not good with small talk, so Yuta is a nice change.
That's why he asks for his number before leaving. Because it would be nice, having him as a friend. Would help him improve his japanese, too.
Except that when he suggest that, Yuta's face fall, and he let out a awkward laughs.
"I'm sorry," he says, "It's not against you, but i'd rather not. I don't want to end up attached to someone that isn't my soulmate."
Which, honestly, is fair. That doesn't stop Taeyong's stomach to churns, still, and he feels a little dejected at the rejection. But he is nice and polite, so he keeps a smile on his face as to not make Yuta feels guilty for something that's totally understandable, and he drop one last kiss on Yuta's cheeks before he definitively leave.
"Thanks for the blowjob and the meal," he said.
Yuta let's out a laughs Taeyong feel he could have grown addicted too, and at this moment he relate to this "not getting attached" rule so much. He doesn't want another Ten like situation.
"Likewise," says Yuta, a cheeky smile on his lips, and then Taeyong takes his leaves.
Taeyong isn't really aware of the trip from Yuta's apartment to his own. He sleeps in the cab that bring him back to his hotel room, then he sleeps on the way to the airport, barely interrupted by Ten's teasing of the gigantic hickey Taeyong has on his neck, and finally he sleep in the plane.
That's unusual of him, he find it soothing to sleep in moving vehicles, and that's makes the trips must shorters. Also, he had a really short night, and Ten is also fast asleep, so why bother trying to stay awake?
Once back in Korea, back in Taeyong's flat, they're welcomed by Johnny and Yangyang. Yangyang jumps on Ten as soon as he passes the door, and Taeyong roll his eyes when he passes by them making out.
Young Love.
Johnny's way to say hello is to give Taeyong a hug, and ask how was the week-end.
"Good," Taeyong answers, thinking again about Yuta, "really, really good."
Johnny's lips spread, as a smile makes his way across his face.
"It must have been!" He says," I guess congratulations are in order?"
And Taeyong can only gives him is most confused face because, what? And then he thinks, is it about the sex? About finally letting himself go and live a little? But that would have meant Ten would have snitched on him, and he wouldn't have, right? No, wait. It's Ten we're talking about, of course he would.
But instead of wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and making fun of Taeyong, like Taeyong guessed he would, Johnny just point at his own neck and then at Taeyong's.
Taeyong frowns, and then goes to touch his neck. Does he have a hickey? Oh, gosh, he hopes it's not that because he has to be back at work Monday in the morning and he can't afford having hickeys. It's not professional. And he's not ready to face any of his colleagues' remarks about it.
Then he hears a loud "bang" like something has been dropped on the floor, and when he turns around indeed, Ten has dropped his bag, and he's looking at Taeyong like he just saw a ghost, and Yangyang as a surprised look on his face too, except it quickly turns into a smile, and soon his making a thumb up gesture and he, too, congrats Taeyong.
Taeyogn who still has no idea what he should be congratulated for.
And before he has time to ask anything, he's pulled into yet another hig from Johnny and…
"You must be so happy to finally have found your soulmate!" the giant exclaimed,"it was about time!"
And. What?
"My soul— " but before he can finish his sentences he's pulled off Johnny's hug to the strength of Ten's sudden grip. He knows his friend his looking at his neck, he can feel the tip of his fingertips against the beginning of his spine.
"What the— Why didn't you tell me, Tae!"
Ten sounds so offended, and a little hurt, and that's awful because first, he hates the idea of hurting Ten, even without meaning to, and second, he didn't know.
He didn't know.
He escapes from Ten's hold quickly, and runs to the bathroom. Funny thing is, whatever this is they're talking about — he's absolutely aware of what they're talking about, but he's won't say it until he sees it with his own eyes — is blatantly hidden at the back of his neck, in an angle he absolutely can't see by himself.
He open the cabinets in a hurry, looking everywhere for another mirror, or something, whatever can help him see.
He hears the click of a camera, and then Johnny is at his side again, showing him the picture he just took and, yes, indeed, visible just above the collar of his T-shirt, there is a mark.
It's a pretty mark. The pigments look like ink fell on Taeyong's skin, where he chose to see the form of a rose, and inside, the unpigmented parts form an intertwining pattern. It's abstract, a random pattern that supposedly perfectly matches their owner.
A pattern that exists for two people only.
Two people that are supposed to match, too.
Soulmates.
Taeyong can't help the loud whine he let out as the situation drown on him. He knows he's being dramatic but he doesn't care : he let himself fall on the cold of the bathroom floor.
"No," he says with a desperate tone, "No, that can't be, no, no, no way."
The confusion is evident on Johnny and Yang Yang's face, meanwhile Ten bit his lips, starting to understand the problem.
"Uh, "says Johnny eloquently, "weren't you super impatient about meeting them?"
"Is he in a relationship or something?" ask Yangyang in a sympathetic tone," because I know that sucks."
He can relate, after all. Meeting Ten at the wrong time of their life had taken a toll on him.
But that's not the problem. The problem is that the guy is in japan, somewhere in Osaka, and Taeyong doesn't have his number, or his address, and he has absolutely no recollection of how he even went to the guy, or came back from it.
"That's so unfair!" he yells at no one, "I deserved my meet cute, too!"
Because he did. He dreamt about it. He's a romantic at heart, so of course he dreamt of how meeting his soulmate would go! He had a hundred scenarios in mind, like reaching for the same book at the library, or meeting at the beach during holiday, and maybe, why not, at work, at a dinner party where they would have chatted all night, and Taeyong would have accompanied them to their home, walking under the moonlight, with the warm breeze of a spring night…
And no, no. What did he get instead? A night of sweat and sex, and some half assed goodbye. That was unfair! Johnny has had his meet cute! Playing guitar in a park in summer, being offered an ice cream by one adorable spectator ; Taeyong had heard so many times about Taeil and Johnny's meeting, and oh, how he dreamt of something similar, and he had been so happy for his friend because he deserved no less!
Hell, even Ten, who didn't want a soulmate, who loved to party and to have flings, and one night stands and fuckbuddies, and who didn't care about fate because he was the one in control of his own life ; even him had been allowed the cutest first meeting with his soulmate, when Yangyang had nothing but run into him while he was running to class. He had almost dropped his coffee on Ten, except that he didn't, and Ten had just teased the boy, and then noticed the pins on his bags, and they had started talking music even though it made Yangyang forget about why he was running in the first place.
Ten had been really happy to meet Yangyang until he had realized he was his soulmate, and that he couldn't control fate after all.
And then there was Taeyong.
He hides behind his hands. He feels so embarrassed now! How was he supposed to tell Johnny how he had met his own soulmate without combusting in shame?
He feels a hand on his back, patting his hair gently, and then the well known warmth of his best friends.
"Babe, you're a hoe, face it."
Taeyong spend the next few days drowning himself with work to forget about his condition. He has his neck covered all the time, had pretended to have a sore throat to his colleagues, whos stare went from suspicious the first day, to sympathetic as the time went and Taeyong looked more and more miserable.
At least his colleagues were nice, and he had accepted with a genuine smile all the over-honeyed tea Jungwoo made for him. Even if he felt bad for lying to him. Jungwoo was mostly here for the gossips anyway, waiting patiently for Taeyong to spill his own (not over-honeyed) tea.
Anyway, maybe he didn't have any sore throat, but sugar healed the heart, so there was nothing wrong with accepting the drinks, right?
Doyoung doesn't agree, but who listen to Doyoung anyway? He's always just here to nag at Taeyong, and it is easier to just tune him out when he comes to Taeyong's desk to talk about whatever.
"Have you tried to look for them, at least?"
Taeyong blink once, twice, and then look back at Doyoung?
"Uh?"
"Hello? Were you even listening?"
Of course, not.
"I have work, you were distracting me."
Doyoung looks at him like a disappointed parents. Taeyong doesn't like that look on him, Taeyong is his hyung, he deserve more respect, and not to be considered like a child. Even if he like Doyoung's doting on him, and when he cooks for Taeyong.
"Seriously, you're impossible."
So Taeyong stares at him, starting an intense battle that Doyoung win because he's far more competitive than Taeyong will ever be.
"So, you were saying? Who should I try to look for?"
Disappointed stare again, then a long sigh, like Doyoung can't believe Taeyong is real, and is so annoying.
"Your soulmate. Who else?"
And, oh, yeah, makes sense. After a week of self pity about his opposite of cute meeting he had almost forgot about the other part of the problem. The fact that he had no idea how to reach for his soulmate. Maybe they will never meet again, and fates are sending a message to him that he is no deserving of anyone's love.
Gosh, he thinks that as a joke but that doesn't sound funny at all. Maybe he really is undeserving of romantic love, and his fate is to spend his life alone, doomed to see all of his friends have the best relationship they can have.
He feels the tears prickles his eyes. He's a mess. Spending so much time working and so little time sleeping is getting to him. And the fact he has no idea what his soulmate is doing at the moment.
Taeyong looks at Doyoung with full on desperation, and Doyoung sighs, again.
"Okay, so, let's look at the facts. what do you know about them?"
"He's a man, he's around our age, although i'm not sure how old exactly… He's super sexy, like hella se—"
"The. Facts."
Taeyong pouts slightly before he continues.
"He's Japanese, lives in Osaka, speaks korean… Uh…"
"Did you go back to his place? Ten said you did."
"I did." he says, slowly," but i have no idea where it was."
Taeyong can see the frustration slowly taking place on his friend's face.
"You were at the club", Taeyong nods, "and you went there how? In a cab? Walking?"
From there, it's only more and more question Taeyong either doesn't have an answer to, or answers that are absolutely useless. At the end of the conversation, not only have they made no progress at all, but Taeyong feels even more miserable than he did at the beginning of the day.
"At this point the only thing you can do is go back to the club and wait until he comes back."
Taeyong's eyes open up comically wildly at those words. It's the first things that has been told for the past week that looks like a real, actually may work idea.
At least, it's smarter than when Taeyong barged in the living room screaming "YUTA!" at Johnny, leaving his roommates stunned for a while before Taeyong explained that Yuta was his soulmate's name, and, yeah, he totally forgot to tell them earlier, but, like, that was important information. Johnny had then deadpanned at Taeyong, opened facebook, showed the numbers of results to his desperate roommate, and Taeyong went back to his room with his more and more familiar sulking face.
He still had tried to look for the guy with that, and then given up at the tenth page. There were too many Yutas in Japan for his liking.
So, yeah, the first actually may work.
"Seriously? In which world?"
"You're not sure he's a regular to the place, let alone the price of a plane ticket, hotel room and the nightclub, combined."
Doyoung and Ten don't agree on a lot of things, and Taeyong used to be saddened by that fact until he realized that the few times they were on the same page, it had to do with calling Taeyong out. He wasn't exactly happy about it.
Especially when they were, once again, crushing his hopes to ever see his soulmate ever again.
"What am I supposed to do, then?" He asked with more irritation in his tone that he would have liked.
Frustration was getting to him, alright. He's a patient man, but it's been two weeks of having no idea what to do about his soulmate without the ability to get the thoughts of him out of his mind. He spent his days thinking about Yuta, falling asleep to the memory of his smile, hearing his voice in his dreams, and waking up with the dread that he still had no idea how to reach him.
He was tired, and slowly losing hope.
He knew, theoretically, that their fate would bring them back together again. At some point. In a probably distant future. Like life had been generous enough to give him a sneak pic of what he could have.
Life was a bitch, and Taeyong would gladly give her the middle finger if he knew where to point.
Instead he curled up in Doyoung's embrace and let his two friends think of better plans without him. They were better than him in that matter. That reminded Taeyong of their college's days, and that one time Doyoung and Ten made an assignment together. They had spent all their time fighting against each other, to end up with the top grade. That was what they needed in life, a challenge. That was why Taeyong was not Ten's soulmate. He was a tranquil soul, happy with just following. He could take charge, sure, like he did at work, with his team, directing them with an iron hand. It wasn't however what he wanted to have at home.
Or maybe he was overthinking everything. He had no idea what fates had in store for him, but maybe it was never the point. He should be happy, right now. He was with two of his best friends, who cared enough about him to treat him with hot chocolates and sweets in his favorite coffee shop, discussing a plan to help him find his soulmate ; the food was delicious, and the temperature inside the coffee shop was warm enough that Taeyong felt like dozing off, lulled by the voice of his friends and the smell of cinnamon.
"YOU!"
The scream startled Taeyong who woke up with a strangled shriek. He straightened on his chairs, blinking a few times, trying to make sense of his surrounding and what was happening.
"Do you have any any how hard you are to find?!" the same voice continued screaming.
Taeyong's eyes fall on the man who is screaming. Screaming at Taeyong, to be more precise. He looks disheveled, hair tied in a messy bun, layers of clothes that fall on his shoulders, sweating, and panting like he had run there.
Taeyong thinks he has never seen anyone so beautiful, and he wants to reach out to him but he's glued to his chair, unable to do anything but open his mouth in a bad imitation of a fish.
He vaguely registered Ten in his peripheral vision, hand on his mouth and eyes shining with glee. He decides to ignore him for now.
"I went through the whole town! You— You sugar addicted fool!"
That was probably supposed to be an insult of some sort, but Taeyong is strangely enderead. Seeing how sexy Yuta had been when they met, he wouldn't have imagined him to be able to act so cute, yet there he is.
And because Taeyong is indeed a fool, instead of standing up, and hug Yuta or something, he stay sit on his chair.
"How— How did you find me?" he asks.
Yuta gets something out of his pocket. It's a small pouch that Taeyong knows all too well, and that he didn't notice he had lost until that very instant. Yuta takes a dozen of cards out of the pouch, and Taeyong is very aware of what they're for and he feels himself burn. He hides himself behind his hands out of embarrassment.
The sugar addicted fool insult also makes more sense now, if all Yuta had to try and find Taeyong was all the loyalty cards of the different coffee shops of the town. His prized collection, so dear to him that he usually goes nowhere without it. He had been so miserable that he didn't want to go for his usual sweets in the past weeks, and therefor didn't ntoice their disappearance.
A fortunate event, in perspective, because that would have just saddened him even more.
And now, now, there are in the hands of Yuta. His soulmate. That took the chance that was presented to him and came all the way from Japan to find him.
Maybe Taeyong is a little lovestruck. Which could have been considered as too fast for a man he just met for the second time, but, hey, this is his soulmate they're made for each other.
"Oh my god, they're both dumbs," says Ten, but Taeyong ignores him because even though he's deliberately not looking at the card, he finally has the courage to stand up.
"They're made for each other, I guess", add Doyoung, who is trying to act cool but can't hide his fond tone.
Taeyong doesn't care about any of them of what they have to say because. Yuta. All Taeyong can see are his pretty eyes, looking a little surprised at Taeyong's sudden movement, and, oh, how cute they are ; and the softness of his hair, when Taeyong his close enough to put his hand through it, and his pretty, shiny, red lips and…
The kiss is soft, and Yuta's hands on Taeyong's hips make him feel secure. Warm. Happy. He can't really explain with words the full contentement one simple kiss gives him.
The kiss is quite chast, and doesn't last long. It's just enough for Taeyong. They'll have all their life to share as many kisses as they want. When they separate, they look into each other's eyes, and both chuckle. They're happy.
And then the whole coffee shop applause because of course with Yuta's sensational entry, everyone was looking at them. Taeyong is back to being embarrassed beyond belief, fortunately, this time, he can hide's in yuta's arms, and let himself be reassured by his fond laughs.
All is well that ends well.
("Guys," Ten complains not even a minutes after, "can you, like, stop it right now? I have a reputation to uphold, I can't be soft for you.")