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- Jamais Vu -

Jamais Vu

 noun
ja·​mais vu | \ ˌzhȧ-ˌme-ˈvᵫ̅  , ˌjä-ˌmā-ˈvü  \

Definition::
a disorder of memory characterized by the illusion that the familiar is being encountered for the first time.

"Interesting..." Jaehyun read through an article on his phone as he sat on the bus. He was suddenly got interested in the French psychological term of Jamais Vu. He was heading home after seeing off Taeyong who went to work. His mask securely covered his face as he got off the bus, turning by the corner to get to his apartment but a sudden tug on his leather jacket made him stop in his tracks. He turned only to get sprayed with something on his eyes which made him squint his eyes. His vision went blurry, gradually blacking out. He could see a tall man watching him hug the floor and complete darkness

A smug and satisfied smile crept on the said tall man's face before he swiftly took Jaehyun in his arms before disappearing from the spot in his car. He quickly dialled a person's phone number.

"You got him?" A bold voice said from the other side of the line and the unknown tall man replied with a small 'yes' as he kept driving to a remote place with Jaehyun lying unconscious in the back of the car. "Good. I can't let him make Taeyong risk his career. Thanks for helping. Now completely disappear with him." The man from the other side ordered.

"Roger, Manager-nim." And the call was disconnected. "You're mine, Baby boy. But you've been so bad for Master." The man said huskily as he eyed the innocent and unconscious younger from the rear mirror.

Taeyong felt a hard pang in his chest, making him clutch his chest and grunt in pain and stumble back. He held himself in place with a chair present in his recording room. He heard his vocal coach turn on his mic and ask him if he was Okay.

"Ah! Yeah. I'm fine, Hyung. I don't know what happened." Taeyong said lowly. Nervousness pooled in his stomach for unknown. A visible discomfort was displayed on his face.

I hope Jaehyun is okay...

"Taeyong-ah, let's do this tomorrow. You don't look so good. Go take some rest." The vocal coach urged him. Taeyong reluctantly agreed to him and went to his studio. He was sitting there in complete silence, thinking whether he should call Jaehyun or not, until it was disrupted by a harsh knock, more like a bang on his studio room door. He flinched and yelped before turning to see the culprit of his upheaval.

"Lee Taeyong!" His Manager yelled, his face and eyes red in anger like the blood in his head was being boiled. Taeyong felt afraid of something going wrong but he couldn't figure out what could it possibly be the reason for Manager's resentment. The boy was beyond worried.

"What's wrong, Manager? Why are you so angry?" Taeyong asked being calm but he got yelled at instead.

"What is wrong you ask?! Let me tell you!" The manager threw an envelope of pictures at Taeyong. "What the hell are these?! You aren't even supposed to date but here you are dating a fucking guy?! Are you insane?! He can ruin your whole career with just one of these images!" The manager fumed while Taeyong couldn't believe his eyes as he kept staring at the images in his grasp.

"Hyung I-" He was tongue-tied. He didn't know what to say.

"I want to hear nothing! I have taken care of everything. Just tell the press that it was all photoshopped. The interview is tomorrow, now go change your hair colour this instance!"

"But Hyung-"

"LEAVE! STOP BEING A NUISANCE!" Taeyong flinched at the sudden rise of voice. "I almost lost my job because of you! Get out!" Manager pointed with his finger at Taeyong.

That hurt-

"Taeyong-ssi? You okay?" His hairstylist asked as she washed his newly dyed hair while Taeyong stared into nothing, being very deep in thoughts, he didn't realise his hair was now a beautiful grey colour. "Earth to Taeyong?" The stylist moved her hand in front of the boy's face.

"Huh? Oh... Yes, Noona?" He said getting out of his trance.

"You okay?" Stylist Noona looked at with concern in her green eyes.

"Yeah..."

"No, you aren't..."

"I'm fine, Doyun Noona." He urged.

"Your face clearly shows that something is wrong. What happened?" Doyun looked determined to know what is wrong with the idol all of a sudden. He was mostly bubbly and always talked and asked silly questions to the stylist while dyeing his hair but something was off today. Doyun always sees Taeyong as her Dongsaeng as they have an age difference of like six to seven years. "You can tell me, Taeyongie."

"Promise me, you won't tell anyone," Taeyong said and his Doyun Noona agreed with him with a pinky promise as the younger looked very worried about the matter leaking. "Noona... I-I have a boyfriend..."

"Tell me everything." And Taeyong trusted his stylist with his secret and told her everything. Doyun was calm and seemed to understand the situation better than anyone Taeyong could reckon. "Listen Taeyong, if you really love that Jaehyun guy, don't leave him."

"And Noona, I feel weird in my stomach. It's like something is wrong and I don't know what it is. What do I do?" Doyun seemed to understand what's wrong so she suggested Taeyong call Jaehyun and check out if he was okay or not. He took out his phone and quickly dialled his boyfriend's number.

The phone you're trying to reach is 
currently switched off.
Try again lat-

Taeyong hung up and tried again but it gave the same response. He tried several times but it was no use.

"Call your bodyguard and ask him." Taeyong nodded and was about to call Yuta but speak of the devil, Yuta himself called him.

"Did Jaehyun answer your calls?" Yuta asked immediately after Taeyong answered.

"No Yuta-Kun. I was about to ask you the same. Is he okay? Where is he?" He flooded the other man with questions to which he didn't know the answers yet.

"No, I don't. I'll try tracking him down. You go back home and lock everything. Don't let anyone in unless it's me or Jaehyun." Yuta explained and hung up before Taeyong could even say anything.

"Noona. I need to go home. See you later and thank you for dyeing my hair." He said as he slung his backpack on his shoulder, giving his stylist a quick hug, he left.

"Oh, God... Give him the strength to pass this trouble." Doyun prayed as she saw the grey-haired boy rush out of the building.

Jaehyun fluttered his eyes open, his mind was hazy and his eyesight blurry as tried to comprehend where he was. His body was on a soft bed and his jacket was neatly folded beside him. He looked around the room and couldn't recognize it until he saw a string of polaroid photographs hanging. He saw himself and his ex. His eyes widen as he realised where he was.

"Hey, babyboy... Welcome back home." He perked his head to the owner of the voice. "Master missed you..."

"NO!" Jaehyun yelled as he gripped the sheets while the other man had a smug smile crept on his face. He went near while Jaehyun froze in fear, his breaths heavy as he felt a warm and big hug snake up his waist which yanked him too close to the man. He yelped. A pair of familiar lips attached themselves to his neck, placing soft kisses and little kitten licks causing him to get the chills. Tears pooled in Jaehyun's eyes as he felt himself being laid while his clothes getting discarded one by one.

Every happening felt so familiar but at the same time, it felt so other-worldly. The touches, the kisses, the firm squeezes on his waist and inner thighs. So new but so familiar. For the first time in his life, he experienced the said French psychological term,

Jamais Vu.
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