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Jaehyun isn't small. That's what he'd love to think. But when his boyfriend is a good 6’0 or 6’1, he's obviously on the smaller end of the scale.
It takes his entire self control not to lunge at Taesan whenever he makes fun of his size or sometimes he’d kick him. Taesan would swallow back a pained cry when it happens because he did purposely goad him too much. He’s quick to call abuse when he can because truly, Jaehyun is extremely quick to hit him for whatever reasons in the whole world. And it justifies why Taesan nicknamed him ‘polly pocket’. It was a title befitting for Jaehyun's short temper and statute.
“I'm not small,” Jaehyun folds his arms in mock anger, one night while they were watching a movie on tv.
“Are we honestly doing this again?” Taesan groans loudly, dreading the possible outcome of this petty argument. So far they abstained from sex (more like Jaehyun didn't allow him any sexy time), even going so far as to moving out (again it was Jaehyun who decided to impose on Leehan and Woonhak and came back traumatised after two days) whenever the argument wasn't in Jaehyun's favour.
Whatever it was Taesan never meant for Jaehyun to be hurt. Not at all.
“I'm not small,” Jaehyun repeats it again, this time, much more firmly as if to assert authority above his boyfriend.
“You're not small,” Taesan pauses for a moment, watching Jaehyun's reaction before he continues, “You're not big either.”
Jaehyun's face morphs into one of disappointment and he turns away from Taesan to sulk. Taesan cards his fingers through Jaehyun's hair affectionately and he sighs.
“Hyung, listen to me. It doesn't matter if you're short or tall. All that matters is that you're my perfect fit,” Taesan murmurs into Jaehyun's hair as he pull him in a warm embrace.
“But you used to be so little,” Jaehyun whines unhappily, words being muffled into Taesan’s pullover.
“Oh hyung, if we were of the same size, could we even do this?” Taesan picks him up way too easily, settles him in between his legs and envelopes him in the blanket he has been cocooning in.
“We could still do that even with the same size,” Jaehyun mutters in absolute frustration. What point is he trying to prove anyway?
“Nah it won't be as comfortable as it is right now,” Taesan wears a look of adoration on his face, but of course Jaehyun doesn't see that. “I just like you better like this, in my arms, safe and secure.”
Jaehyun feels his blood rushing as Taesan peppers soft kisses down his nape; too gentle, too careful as if he was precious China.
“I’ve always wanted to protect you, ever since we were little,” Taesan pulls his boyfriend closer and nuzzles his face in the crook of Jaehyun's slender neck. “That's why you shouldn't be mad that I grew stronger and bigger, all just because I want to be someone you can always depend on,” he hums contentedly, causing goosebumps to bloom on the expanse of Jaehyun's skin.
He flushes pink. Jaehyun couldn't stand the sweet nothings whispered in such a saccharine sweet voice. He hates it that his heart is hammering against his chest so wildly he thinks he might collapse.
“My personal poly pocket,” Taesan says fondly and kisses his shoulder.
Jaehyun thinks just maybe being the angry smol isn't so bad sometimes especially if Taesan holds him like he's the most precious gem in the world.