#2jae fic

[ningstars]

🌆 Midnight he calls me. (2jae)

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▪︎ Psd por colour-source♡

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[Abra, para melhor qualidade♡].

[depressedhouseplant]

Work Starts Tomorrow

And you can expect the following for JFW:

Jucobric Nailing Kevin

Yunho Y/N

Bonus Content for the Yungi Age Gap fic

2Jae photo prompt from @deobi0412

I’m still not 100% but I get a lot more writing done at work LOL. Also who do I have to screw to get 1k likes / comments / reblogs on a post?

[outofconcheol]

✮ hi, i'm isi! i'm a '96 liner, pakistani-canadian-american who loves kpop and fanfic! fun fact about me is i'm a dentist! i started out reading and writing for bts, but have recently been reintroduced to a few groups i hope to write for (and read other amazing fics)!

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✮ loves the color green, rain, flowers, the smell of old books, the smell of freshly baked bread and cookies, makeup/skincare/perfume, taking long walks, painting, PALESTINE, listening to music, reading, pilates, singing, CATS (i really love cats)

✮ ult groups: bts, stray kids, seventeen, got7, day6 (i like listening to a lot of different boy and girl groups, soloists, other non-kpop stuff, etc.)

✮ biases: namjin but then also sope (bts), han/lee know/seungmin (skz), 2jae (got7), the8/s coups/mingyu/wonwoo (svt - you really thought i could pick one?), young k (day6), chankgyun/kihyun (monsta x), sehun/chanyeol/baekhyun (exo)

aesthetics: cottagecore | light academia | spacecore

*✧･ﾟ masterlists

stray kids

seventeen

*✧･ﾟ fic recs (under construction) (for a quick search, look for the tag isi recs: [members initials])

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[keyswaifu]

Understand Me - Final Chapter

We just updated! We hope you all enjoy the final chapter! I know it’s literally a year late and idk if anyone even reads it anymore but if you do thank you <3 We hope you like it and we just wanted to say thank you again so much for everything <3

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Summary:

Youngjae feels pain shoot up his back as Jaebum slams him up against the bathroom door hard, hands rumpling Youngjae’s shirt. He looks wild, with eyes darting between Youngjae’s own and his trembling lips. Youngjae thinks Jaebum has never looked more perfect than he does now with his hair tangled from being pulled on, his eyes wide and so, so dark that Youngjae nearly loses himself in them. Jaebum’s breaths are heavy and he’s so close Youngjae can feel every exhale fanning his face, tickling his cheeks. He’s getting closer and Youngjae can barely breathe, his heart racing and palms sweaty.

‘This can’t be happening’, Youngjae thinks as Jaebum leans ever closer. He’s so close that some desperate part of Youngjae almost thinks Jaebum’s going to finally-

“You disgust me.”

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Understand Me by Hmd220 on AO3 (UMBL)

Pairings: 2Jae, MarkJin, (slight) MarkJae, (slight) OC x Youngjae

Status: Complete. 

[absolutely-legit]

Chasing

Warnings: None

~*~

It’s quiet in the room, no hum, no buzz. Much too quiet for a music studio that should be filled with sound and song. It’s been like that for months. Quiet. It’s tidy, clean. The room almost feels like it was abandoned, eerily empty, if it weren’t for the dark haired young man sitting in front of the silent piano. But he too is quiet and still. He doesn’t move, sitting straight, hands folded in his lap, staring blankly ahead. He’s been sitting and staring for a long time, hours maybe. He’s looking down at the neat piano keys, but he doesn’t see them. He doesn’t see anything, caught inside his own head.

It’s been like that for days, weeks, months. But it’s worse today.

Atop the piano lies a sheet of paper, inconspicuous and yet out of place. Sheet music is what one would expect to find on top of a piano, but the paper is covered in small letters with an officially looking logo in the right corner. It’s an important document. At least it could be. Or it could not.

The young man finally moves. He raises a hand and places it gently on the white keys. It’s the kind of mellow motion one would expect from a pianist. The movement follows sound. A high noted lonely ‘Ping’ that’s too loud for the quiet. Then a second and a third. Then it dies. The slack hand falls back onto it’s owner’s leg.

Youngjae sighs, his shoulders sag. They feel stiff and he stretches wide and heavily, as if he hadn’t just wasted another day of his life. Then he carefully places the cover back down over the keys and rises to his feet. He stares down at the paper, shakes his head to himself and turns away. But just as he is about to take his first step towards the door, he quickly turns back and snatches the sheet off the piano, taking it with him when he leaves.

He keeps the papers by his side. While he cooks and has dinner, while he does the dishes and vacuums the dog hair from the sofa and while he watches Coco immediately jump up and spread her white fuzz all over the cushions again. From time to time he eyes the document, but each and every time he pulls his gaze away and tells himself to focus.

Still, it’s right there on top of the coffee table when Youngjae snuggles into his comfort blanket on the sofa, Coco on his chest and his favorite Drama playing on the screen. His time is running out, he knows that. He only has so many days before he will have to face reality, harsh and unapologetic. He hadn’t spent much time dwelling on what would happen. He’d played with the idea, entertained the thought, but he never thought it through to the end.

The universe is not playing in his favor today. When the drama goes into a commercial break and Youngjae just returns from the kitchen with a snack, he witnesses an ad crossing over the screen, underlined by a soft music piece. Just the tune alone speaks of longing, fantasy and a beautiful future. Youngjae heard this song many times and he loves it and hates it just the same. An artistically drawn cartoon plays, a sleeping piglet over whose head sits a dream bubble filled with colors and rainbows. The piglet opens its eyes and stands up on the bed, reaching its tiny arms up and catching the bubble in mid air. Then it pulls itself up and climbs inside.

Even 10 seconds later Youngjae can’t tell what the commercial was for, all that’s burned into his mind is the sentence showing up on the screen. “Chase your dreams.”

Youngjae walks over to the coffee table, grabs the stack of papers and throws them all into the paper bin.

“Morning Sunshine.” Youngjae is greeted right as he presses the elevator button. He doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is, but he does anyways. He plasters a happy smile on his face before he does and greets back. “Good morning, Hyung.” Jaebum pats his shoulder when he approaches and plants himself along before the elevator doors. For some reason Youngjae clutches his bag a little closer to his body. It’s stupid, but he feels like he’s carrying a big secret that is about to spill. In the morning, right after he climbed out of bed, sleep-ridden and in his pajamas, he walked back to the bin and fished the papers out. He couldn’t bear leaving to work without them.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Jaebum notices with a curious glance and Youngjae shrugs, not in the mood to tell him wrong. The elevator arrives with a ‘pling’ and they get on, just them two. Youngjae likes being around Jaebum, but being alone with him, in such an enclosed space nonetheless makes him nervous. The female staff blush and giggle when talking to him and Youngjae would too, if he didn’t know how inappropriate that would be for him to do. If girls do it it’s cute, if he did it it’s gross. No, thank you.

“How’s that song coming along?” Jaebum inquires cheerfully, oblivious of Youngjae’s tight chest and throat. His mood, already at ground level falls through the elevator floor all the way down into the underground parking lot, smashing into the concrete. “Not bad.” He lies and Jaebum hears it. He’s smart, attractive talented, but also extremely sensitive and good with people. If he’d joined the company when he was younger, they surely would have debuted him as an idol. He’d have made all of Korea fall for him.

“Still in a slump, huh?” Jaebum slings an arm around his shoulder and presses him to his side. “Don’t worry.” He goes on. “You have the skills and it’ll pass. You can do it.” It’s just then that the elevator arrives at their floor and Youngjae has the chance to hastily excuse himself, shaking off the prodding arm and prodding questions so that he doesn’t have to think about whether he’s grateful for the nice words or throw up over what’s underneath.

Youngjae listens to a bit of scolding, scribbles down a few notes and overall does pretty much nothing. When his mind rests for too long, a little piglet climbs inside his brain, telling him to follow his dreams and he reaches for his bag and takes out the paper. “This is my dream.” He says and he has to say it out loud, because if he kept it inside his head it wouldn’t convince him.

It is his dream, he knows when he looks around the company. The people, the equipment. The studios, the music. Being a songwriter IS a dreamjob. He was so lucky to end up here. All the opportunities, the creativity, the skills and knowledge. The chances, the music, the art.

“Wanna grab lunch?” Youngjae startles when Jaebum’s head pops through a crack in the door. He hadn’t realized how the time passed. He decides to just nod and only when Jaebum steps closer and curiously looks down at the table asking. “What’s that?” Youngjae realizes with a shock that he still has the papers lying there, out in the open. He hastily grabs them and stuffs them into his bag. “Nothing.” He gasps and slings his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Jaebum’s eyes narrow slightly, but he lets it slide. Youngjae gets on the elevator first and reaches out to press the button when Jaebum’s hand springs out of nowhere and grabs his wrist. Then he pushes him aside and presses the button for the ground floor. Youngjae frowns. “That’s not where the canteen is.” Jaebum beams. “Let’s go to the Italian place across the street.” He says. “I want lasagna.” Youngjae’s stomach feels fuzzy, but he shrugs it off.

“So, how’s that song coming along?” Jaebum asks once the waiter leaves with his order of lasagna and seafood-spaghetti. “You asked that.” Youngjae reminds him and avoids his eyes, letting his gaze wander around the dining area. It’s full, but the tables are nicely scattered so it doesn’t get too noisy. Jaebum props his chin onto his palm, elbow on the table and blinks at him. “And I’m asking again.” Youngjae’s eyes fleetingly flicker back to him. “Did someone put you up on my tail?” He asks, scrunching his nose as it tickles with the scent of herbs in the air.

“Yes.” Jaebum admits unabashed. “But that’s not why I’m asking.” Now Youngjae does look at him fully. “Then why?” He squints. Jaebum doesn’t show any signs of apology. “Because I want to know. You’re evasive and discouraged and you didn’t use to be like that.” It’s hard not to slump at the words. It’s true, Youngjae knows that. He used to be different, he used to be cheerful and laughing, the nickname ‘Sunshine’ coming from somewhere. “Follow your dreams!” The piglet screeches. Jaebum’s head tilts on his palm. “You used to have so much creativity and inspiration. And enthusiasm to be a producer.”

Youngjae presses his lips together. “People just have that sometimes.” He diverts. “Everybody goes through times like these, even you!” It’s half the truth. Jaebum is the most respected songwriter and producer in the company and even he had periods where he lacked output. But it surely never lasted as long as it does for Youngjae now. He shrugs unimpressed. “I’m thinking you could do better.” Youngjae’s anxiety slowly but surely tips over into anger. “Not helping.” He hisses. Jaebum finally sits back up properly, taking his arm off the table. “I know you did better when you were under less pressure.” He says casually. “But that’s how it is. There is pressure and it’s not going to go away because you want it to. If you want to be a music producer, you better get used to it.”

Youngjae isn’t used to hearing harsh words from Jaebum. Or, from anyone for that matter. He’s used to being encouraged. To hearing that he can do it, that he will achieve what he wants if he works hard. If there’s one thing people love to say, it’s that one fateful sentence. “Never give up.” The piglet taunts him and they’re quiet until the food arrives. Then Jaebum changes the topic and chatters away about miniscule things, leaving Youngjae confused and alone with his thoughts.

He mumbles a ‘Bye’ and walks off to the left once they’re back on their floor, knowing that Jaebum has to go right, but his sleeve is caught in the other’s grip and he turns back. “You know, Youngjae-ah.” Jaebum says, voice much softer than it’s been today. “I am a 100% honest when I say I know you can do better.” He pulls him a little closer in, face serious. “But that doesn’t mean you have to. Sometimes it’s just worth learning that, hypothetically, you’re not made to be creative under pressure.” Then he lets loose of his sleeve and steps away, leaving him dumbfounded in the hallway, mind tumbling over.

Youngjae pulls the stack of paper from his bag once he’s alone and places it on the desk. He flips through the pages slowly, one by one until he reaches the last. Then he takes a pen, hovering it above the straight black line on the bottom of the page. He takes one last deep breath and scribbles his name.

Everything after that happens in a dazed rush. He seals the sheets in an envelope and drops it in the mailbox. He walks into his bosses office with a hammering heart and when he emerges, he feels like he lost 50 kilos.

It takes some time, but not a lot and eventually it sickers through. He hears whispers, but ignores them. Then, one day Jackson is at the company and he’s not only their most popular artist, but also their noisiest one and he jumps on Youngjae’s back and whines. “You’re leaving usssss?” Mark, Jackson’s manager sighs exasperated and pulls his protégé off Youngjae’s body, setting him back to the ground. Youngjae likes them both and he’ll miss them. “Yeah.” He nods shyly. “But whhyyyy?!” Jackson wails, ignoring Mark who tries to shush him.

Youngjae breathes deeply. He hasn’t had to do this yet, hasn’t told anyone directly. “I found a different job.” He states and cracks a smile unwillingly. “That I really wanna do.” Jackson isn’t happy. “Who stole you?! YG?” He takes a ‘ready-to-fight’ – posture that makes Youngjae laugh. “No.” He shakes his head. “Nothing like that. I’m gonna be in the marketing department of a video game company.” It feels good to say. Jackson’s eyes grow large. “But you said writing music was your dream!” He cries. Youngjae is aware that more people are listening in and he finds he doesn’t mind.

“I think.” He says. “I’m better off keeping music as a hobby. And you know I love video games.” Jackson complains, but Youngjae sees Marks face twist into a soft smile. “Good for you.” He says, gentle voice the polar opposite to Jackson’s noisy one. Youngjae nods. “Thanks.”

„Is that really your choice?“ Youngjae halts in mid-air, halfway to stuffing a notebook into a box. Jaebum faked oblivious for the time being and now Youngjae‘s departure is official rather than „official“. He looks up, letting the notebook clumsily fall onto his other things. He nods, but doesn’t manage to squeeze out a word. Jaebum raises a disbelieving eyebrow. “’m sorry.” Youngjae mumbles, even though he’s not sure he knows what he’s apologizing for.

Jaebum steps closer. “What about your dream?” The scoff escapes Youngjae involuntarily. He means to take it back but Jaebum’s eyes sparkle and he smiles. Youngjae’s heart leaps and his throat closes up. Jaebum is really getting close. “Are you sure you made the right decision?” He asks, very quietly. Youngjae stares back at him. He wants to say yes, because that’s the whole point, but it won’t come out. Finally, after a long while he shakes his head. Jaebum’s smile stays perfectly in place.

“No.” It gives Youngjae the courage to say. “I’m not sure. I don’t know.” He stems his arms into his side a little childish. “But I’m tired of my dream.”

The piglet plops out of it’s dream bubble and climbs back down into it’s bed. The sun rises and it yawns when it awakes. Happily.

Jaebum moves in and wraps his arms around Youngjae’s body. His lips are right next to Youngjae’s ear when he whispers. “I’m glad you’re honest with yourself now.” It has him shiver, for a multitude of reasons and he hugs Jaebum back tightly. “Thank you so much.” He gives back, something sweet blooming in his chest. He half expects Jaebum to taunt him, teasingly ask ‘What for?’ but he doesn’t. He squeezes him once more, then backs away, though still holding onto Youngjae’s elbows. “I really hope you find your happiness.” He says with the utmost honesty. “But I’ll miss you.”

The happy feeling inside him receives a crack. Youngjae will miss him, too. They’re close, but it would be far-fetched to even call them friends. They never even met once outside of work and while they worked together a few times, including a fairytale-like tune that was sold as a jingle for a TV commercial and while they shared phone-numbers, they barely know anything about each other’s lives.

“Youngjae.” Jaebum says and he sounds a little breathless. “We’re not coworkers anymore now.” He pronounces it like a fact, not a question, but Youngjae still nods. “So the company rules… don’t apply any longer.” Youngjae frowns. Rules? He means to express his confusion, but he doesn’t get the chance. In a rash, hardly comprehensible motion he rushes in and their lips collide in the briefest of kisses. Youngjae’s heart explodes and when Jaebum is back in his original position, he feels breathless, too.

The company doesn’t allow coworkers to date. And while Youngjae mildly wonders if Jaebum chased him out for his own gain, he decides to inquire on that later. So before he can say anything else, Youngjae chimes in. “Yeah.” he whispers with a nod. He knew the piglet had a reason to wake up.

~*~

[m-melted]

Based on my friend’s 2jae fic “(you’ve got) the magic touch”!! Please do check it out!!

(you've got) the magic touch by babyjae

Jaebum and best friend Choi Youngjae have been humans all their lives.

Until one day, Youngjae discovers that he's a witch.

or;

Youngjae is a witch-in-training and Jaebum is his (unfortunate) human friend who constantly gets caught in his Magical Mishaps.

2jae Fanart Masterlist

[whyaretheysohawt]

I need help! :(

So I'm looking for a fanfiction that I read a while ago.. It was a 2jae fic where youngjae moved into jinyoungs dorm room I don't really remember why he did but after a while Jb also moved into the same dorm so youngjae had to sleep with jinyoung in the same bed... And after some time youngjae and Jb fell in love and all that.. I'm not sure if I read it on wattpad or archiveofourown.

I hope someone can help me out :(

[limsjaebeom]

Chapters: 13/14

Fandom: GOT7 Relationships: 2jae - Relationship, lim jaebeome/choi youngjae, Choi Youngjae/Im Jaebum | JB, Jinson - Relationship, Park Jinyoung | Jr./Jackson Wang

Summary: Youngjae pretends to be Jaebeom’s boyfriend for a wedding. Jaebeom pretends not to like it. Jinyoung and Jackson pretend they’re only in this to support their friends. Love pretends they’re all not stupid.

[jayfinn]

Youngjae: Are you alright? I don't think you slept at all last night

JB: I got a solid eight minutes

Youngjae: ...

JB: Well, not consecutively but still, I'm fine

JB: You're not even thet blurry right now

[jejuboy-hak]

Wow don’t you just love boyfriends?

[cyjsunshine]

Young Boy's Heart Fanfic Cover

[cyjagi]

2JAENETWORK: Eyes On You World Tour Event

#2jaemoodboard + NEW YORK + ORANGE

to say they were all tired was an understatement.

the day had been a schedule of non-stop activities, the seven of them finding the interior of the vans driving them around the city the only constant when it came to their check list of interviews that had been set up for their day in new york. jaebeom had hoped that there would be some time in between the madness for them all to check out the city on their own and do some of the things they personally had mentioned wanting to do; but his hopes had been squashed under the demanding foot of media coverage and attention.

not that jaebeom was complaining because he wasn’t; it was just a lot at times.

the silence hummed around them as they stood in the hotel elevator, watching the numbers dial up until it brought them to their floor. jackson was still talking animatedly about the electronic billboard they were on out in times square, the others going along with the conversation casually with easy laughter spilling between them. jaebeom’s eyes can’t help but find one member in specific, though, his silence something that had been nagging in the back of his mind since they landed in the big city.

youngjae’s eyes were focused on his phone, lips pressed in their natural pout and face void of anything that could be perceived as upset. he seemed fine — but jaebeom knew better than that. so he waits until they’re in their shared hotel room and youngjae’s flopped down onto the bed with a sigh, mumbling something about who should shower first to voice it.

“what’s the matter?” jaebeom asks instead of supplying an answer to youngjae’s question, causing the other to pause and finally look over at him and away from his phone screen.

“what do you mean?” youngjae asks with a frown, but there’s a hesitance in his voice that jaebeom catches.

“you’ve always been good about hiding when you’re upset, but not from me. i can tell something has been bothering you all day. do you want to talk about it?” jaebeom makes sure to leave it open-ended, giving youngjae the option on whether he wants to open up about this or not.

youngjae watches him for a moment, face blank but his bottom lip is suddenly caught between his teeth, another giveaway to something being wrong. jaebeom’s natural instinct is to take care of youngjae and help him. he wants to fix whatever problem the other is having. he can only do so much, though, if he doesn’t know what the issue is.

“it’s dumb,” youngjae finally mumbles out, pursing his lips and shaking his head. “you’ll think i’m being immature.”

jaebeom quirks a brow and moves to take a seat on the bed besides him. “try me,” he answers in a light tone, waiting patiently for youngjae to explain.

a heavy sigh leaves youngjae’s lips as he pushes himself up, resting back on his elbows and tossing his phone to the side. “i just... was really excited to come back here, is all, and it sucks that i might not be able to experience it again the way i wanted to,” youngjae says slowly. “i know that this is different. when i came here the first time i was on my own and had my own schedule, and now i’m with the group so i shouldn’t expect anything and i’m putting the group first no matter what. i’m really trying not to complain about anything. i guess i’m just a little bummed that there isn’t much free time to do our own thing this time around. it’s not like we can casually come to new york whenever we want, y’know?”

jaebeom nods his head slowly, understanding youngjae’s feelings and sympathizing with them himself, too. he had wanted to see more of the city as well, but they were on a tour and their north american portion was extremely busy, so they all should of known there wouldn’t be much time for personal pleasures.

jaebeom is so lost in his own head and thoughts for that moment that he misses the look of guilt that suddenly crosses youngjae’s face at the lack of a response, and he only snaps out of it when youngjae sits up fully and runs his fingers through his hair out of nervous habit. “like i said, it’s really, really dumb. it’s not like i even wanted to do a whole lot. there was just a few places i wanted to go to and s—”

and it seems that jaebeom’s brain to mouth function decides right then to stop working, because the next thing he knows he’s opening his mouth and talking before he can even fully comprehend his own thoughts.

“let’s go see them then,” jaebeom cuts him off.

youngjae blinks at him, face falling into one of confusion. they both look a little put off by jaebeom’s words.

“we don’t have any time, hyung... the concert is tomorrow,” youngjae explains slowly with a shake of his head.

“we can go now,” jaebeom continues, at this point accepting the split decision on his part and quickly coming up with a plan in his head. maybe it’s his own personal desire to get out and see the city as well. maybe he just didn’t know how to not try and fix any problem that’s presented before him in an attempt to make his members happy. or maybe it’s got something to do with the look of disappointment that had been creeping onto youngjae’s features as he tried to excuse his feelings, and that jaebeom was also potentially jumping on the opportunity to have an excuse to spend some alone time with youngjae.

...yeah, maybe it was a little mix of all of things.

whatever the reason, jaebeom couldn’t go back on his words now. youngjae seems a little more interested, perking up the slightest but still watching him warily.

“hyung, we could get in a lot of trouble if they find out we left,” youngjae says, trying to be a clear voice of reason.

jaebeom decides he’ll blame the lack of sleep and exhaustion from the day for all of this. 

“i guess we’re gonna have to make sure they don’t find out then, aren’t we?” jaebeom says with a grin, shrugging his shoulders and moving off the bed to slip out of the nice attire of clothes he had been wearing for the interviews. he finds a more casual outfit, slipping on a hat to help hide away his features more. it was nearing nine in the evening and the sun was set. it was officially night time in the city so the dark would only be an advantage for them not getting noticed.

“you’ve officially lost your mind!” youngjae suddenly laughs from where he’s still laying on the bed, having not taken his eyes off jaebeom even as he changed, but there’s a twinkle in them that tells jaebeom that he’s certainly winning him over.

“c’mon,” jaebeom urges, grabbing one of the other hats he brought and tossing it youngjae’s way, smile stretching across his face. “it’s now or never.”

jaebeom moves back towards the bed when he sees youngjae hesitate, stopping in front of where his legs are dangling off the edge of the mattress. he reaches out and offers youngjae his hand, open and ready to whisk him out of the hotel room to make a grand escape for a night out in the city. “sneak out with me, youngjae-ah,” jaebeom says in a light, playful voice, but there’s sincerity laced in his words. “i want to see all the places you wanted to go to. show me them.”

youngjae swallows as he stares at the hand in front of him, blinking rapidly for a second before slowly looking back up at jaebeom, as if double-checking for something. whatever he sees seems to be enough to convince him, and jaebeom can’t help but smile more when he feels the warmth of youngjae’s hand suddenly envelope his own, fingers curling around his and tightening.

“okay,” youngjae breathes out after the silence had lingered, a smile beginning to take over his face. excitement bubbles up between the two of them immediately. youngjae moves to get off the bed, allowing jaebeom to pull him up and they teeter in front of each other for a moment, the sudden close proximity having not been anticipated. jaebeom can feel the soft brush of youngjae’s breathy laughter on his face as he pushes him back to change his own clothes.

that laughter stays like an echo as the hours tick by. jaebeom hears it when they’re sneaking out their room and taking the stairs to avoid the elevator, their hurried whispers filling the small space.

jaebeom hears it as they successfully escape and run through empty streets.

he hears it as they create their own adventure in the middle of the night unbeknownst to anyone but themselves, taking pictures and letting their worries fade away just for that short amount of time.

and he hears it, muffled and pressed against his neck, when they’re sneaking back into their hotel room high off giddy adrenaline around three in the morning, youngjae’s arms around him and face brighter than he’s seen it in awhile. seeing youngjae like this makes the risk of it all much more bearable, jaebeom thinks. youngjae leans back and looks up at him when they finally shut the door behind them and lock it, staring at him for a second before uttering a quiet “thank you, hyung” and giving him a look that jaebeom’s only seen from time to time—the look that makes something in his chest surge, makes him fluster and feel something that the two of them still don’t quite know what to call nor have they acknowledged it, yet.

it’s not until right then in that moment that jaebeom convinces himself that whatever happens after this, whether management finds out or not, it was all completely worth it if it meant making youngjae that happy. he smiles at the other. “anytime.”

[monbebe-stan]

[non-indirect]

Bad; 2JAE

Bad; 2Jae

Autora original: peach-somi {Tumblr}

ADVERTENCIA: SMUT/ LEMON.

Incluye:

Dominante; bottom!youngjae.

Sumiso; top!jaebum.

Facesitting, [en la cual uno oprime o frota sus glúteos sobre la cara del otro] ballbusting [ser golpeado/estimulado en los testículos], montar.

Ligeras menciones de asfixia, sobre estimulación, pecado, en general.

Traducción.

...

Jaebum no sabe exactamente por qué o cómo comenzó a sentirse de esta manera.

Él siempre supo y sintió en su corazón que el joven moreno es legítimamente suyo, completamente de Im Jaebum en su máximo esplendor. De todas maneras, él siempre se los recuerda a sus miembros, que Choi Youngjae, SU novio, SU amante, SU dongsaeng favorito, SU precioso rayito de sol que él va a amar y proteger por el resto de su vida y por toda la eternidad, pertenece a ÉL y sólo a ÉL.

Así que, ¿por qué comienza a sentir como que quiere golpear una pared y maldecir el cielo cuando ve al único tipo, que él en realidad no puede entender, estando cerca de su Youngjae, riendo y sonriendo con él como si lo hubiera reclamada para sí mismo. Por supuesto que no lo hace, Jaebum reclamó a Youngjae como suyo hace más de año y medio.

Jaebum jura que está quemando la espalda de Minhyuk con la mirada cuando ve que rodea a Youngjae con un brazo, mostrándole unos estúpidos videos de Instagram, escuchando la desagradable risa viniendo del rubio mayor, también la preciosa, cálida y ruidosa risa de su adorable novio, la cual nunca falla en enviar mariposas por todo el cuerpo de Jaebum, haciéndole dar sonrisas bobas. Aunque esta vez fue difícil ya que cierto rubio irritante tuvo que arruinar toda la maldita razón por la cual Jaebum a veces sonríe en primer lugar. Muchas gracias, Minhyuk, punk.

Aunque  Minhyuk es casi un año mayor que él, sólo por un par de meses, Jaebum nunca tuvo la intención de llamarle 'Hyung' ¿Por qué? Él simplemente siente que el mayor no respeta su relación con Youngjae, y Jaebum malditamente sabe que cualquiera que se atreviera a tocar a su bebé sería arrojado al infierno sin ninguna advertencia de por medio. Él honestamente siente que Minhyuk tiene muchas agallas para incluso acercarse a Youngjae, lo que sólo hace que sienta su sangre hervir incluso más, él quiere golpear al rubio hasta que se le quiten las ganas de estar así con Youngjae, pero se tiene que controlarse a sí mismo, especialmente porque le han invitado a él y a el resto de Monsta X a los dormitorios de GOT7.

Jaebum continuó mirando la horrible escena de los dos riendo como niños pequeños mientras seguían viendo videos juntos, toma furiosamente un sorbo de su leche de fresa antes de dejarla sobre la mesa de café junto a él, un fuerte golpe contra la mesa, la parejita Yugbam sentada cerca de él saltando ligeramente mientras oyen el ruido repentino y se vuelven para mirar a su líder Hyung, notando cómo se ve su rostro hirviendo, asustados en un instante al ver que su líder usualmente furioso y atemorizados de lo enojado que está ahora, aunque no supieron exactamente la razón hasta que siguen la mirada de su líder, lo cual, como es lógico, les lleva a su nutria Hyung y Minhyuk.

"¡M-Minhyuk h-Hyung! deja de hacerme cosquillas allí HAHA " Youngjae chilla cuando Minhyuk comienza a hacerle cosquillas desde atrás, haciendo que el moreno más pequeño estalle en fuertes carcajadas, sosteniéndose el estómago mientras el hombre mayor continúa haciéndole cosquillas como si se le fuera la vida en ello.

"Esa jodida cucaracha", piensa Jaebum. Se pone de pie, arroja su vaso de leche de fresa a medio tomar en el suelo, un ruido fuerte y estrepitoso que se escucha en toda la habitación. La fuerte risa y el parloteo de todos los demás se detuvieron abruptamente cuando todos oyeron el ruido, que notaron provenía de Jaebum cuando dieron media vuelta y vieron al muchacho, todos notaron lo enojado que se veía, su barbilla sobresaliendo, como siempre lo hace cuando está enojado o irritado, y su rostro tiene un tono rojo intenso y parece que podría lanzar una patada a alguien en un segundo. Específicamente un cierto hombre rubio que se conoce con el nombre de Lee Minhyuk. Todos en la sala miran a Jaebum con expresiones curiosas e incluso un poco asustadas en sus caras, especialmente Youngjae, mirando fijamente a su novio con una expresión preocupada y desorientada, preguntándose qué está pasando con él.

"Necesito usar el baño" es todo lo que Jaebum dice, en un tono frío, mientras lanza a Minhyuk otro disparo con la mirada antes de irse al baño por el pasillo, ignorando por completo las miradas de sorpresa de todos, aunque inmediatamente lo ignoraron y continuaron conversando entre ellos. Pero sólo Youngjae se quedó con curiosidad ya que todavía no entendía por qué su novio de repente arrojó su vaso de leche de fresa en el suelo y parecía que su cabeza estaba a punto de caerse de su cuerpo. Eso fue, por supuesto, hasta que el rubio a su lado le dijo que se olvidara y siguiera viendo compilaciones de 'fails' con él en su teléfono, lo cual Youngjae cumplió vacilante, la imagen de un enojado Jaebum todavía estaba presente en su mente pero pronto se fue mientras continuaba viendo videos con su Minhyuk Hyung.

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Mientras tanto, Jaebum se paró frente al espejo sobre el lavabo del baño mientras pensaba en su novio y Minhyuk sentados juntos y mirando videos estúpidos y esa rata rubia haciéndole cosquillas a su novio.

"Dios, ese jodido cabrón". Jaebum maldijo en voz baja con enojo mientras golpeaba la pared con su puño junto al espejo, lo que provocó que soltara un suave chillido, sin darse cuenta de lo mucho que dolía hasta que realmente lo hizo. Él gime, mirándose en el espejo, su cara está roja como el infierno y parece que sus ojos brotarán de sus órbitas en cualquier segundo a partir de ahora. "Es todo culpa de ese hijo de puta", murmura, poniendo los ojos en blanco al pensar en el estúpido rubio tratando de robar a su precioso novio. Pero él sabe que nunca logrará hacer eso. ¿Por qué? porque Jaebum sabe muy bien que si alguien intenta acercarse a Youngjae, primero tendrá que pasar por él. Jaebum se limpia, se lava la cara y se da cuenta de lo mal que se ve por estar demasiado enojado mientras estaba en la sala principal, y seca su cara antes de regresar a la sala principal con el resto de los miembros y su otros amigos.

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Cuando Jaebum regresa del baño, es como si nadie siquiera lo hubiera visto mientras se sienta en su lugar antiguo en la habitación de enfrente, ya que están demasiado ocupados charlando y jugando entre ellos para siquiera notar al hombre. A excepción de una persona, por supuesto.

"Hey, Jaebum". Jaebum gira la cabeza cuando oye que alguien lo llama, notando a su Hyung favorito, Hyunwoo, indicándole que vaya y se siente a su lado. Youngjae se da cuenta de esto mientras observa a su novio acercarse al hombre mayor, sentado junto a él en el sofá de dos personas, mientras comienzan a entablar una conversación.

"¿Cómo es que acabas de irrumpir así, hombre? parecías bastante enojado." Hyunwoo le dice a su dongsaeng favorito mientras toma un sorbo de su coca, dejando escapar un pequeño eructo, excusándose. La cara de Jaebum se vuelve roja de nuevo, no queriendo recordar sus celos de antes, ya se calmó de eso, y ciertamente no quería volver a enojarse, especialmente ahora que solo quiere charlar con su Hyung favorito, relajarse y olvidarse de los problemas que tiene.

"¿Oh, eso? no era nada, no te preocupes ", asegura Jaebum al hombre mayor, pero Hyunwoo claramente no lo tomó.

"No me mientas, Im. ¿Es por Youngjae?" Hyunwoo ya sabía por el hecho de que notó las miradas de muerte de Jaebum que disparó a los dos niños sentados frente a ellos, riéndose y jugando entre ellos en las bolsas de frijoles. Los ojos de Jaebum se ensanchan cuando advierte que Hyunwoo estaba en lo cierto.

"Woah, ¿cómo lo sabes?" El mayor simplemente se ríe profundamente.

"Jaebum, nos conocemos desde hace años, y sé que amas mucho a Youngjae y eres la cosa más pegajosa cuando se trata de él, así que por supuesto que se tratará de él". Esto hizo que Jaebum se sonrojara, no sólo porque su Hyung sabía que era sobre Youngjae, sino, porque estaba avergonzado de que su Hyung, el único que realmente trata a Jaebum como si fuera un tipo genial y nunca lo ve siendo suave, sabe que es extremadamente celoso y protector con su novio Youngjae y que también se enfada mucho cuando alguien se acerca a su bebé.

"Eso es verdad... pero uf, simplemente no puedo soportarlo cuando alguien incluso se atreve a tocarlo o a reír y sonreír con él. Es como ¡mierda, ese es mi trabajo!"Jaebum sisea, robando un par de miradas de enojo hacia los dos hombres que todavía estaban sonriendo sobre cosas en sus teléfonos juntos, Jaebum haciendo todo lo posible para no molestarse con el rubio. Hyunwoo sonríe suavemente, en realidad admirando cuán protector es Jaebum. Simplemente muestra cuánto realmente ama al más joven y cómo está dispuesto a darle todo el mundo y demostrarle que él es el único que puede hacerlo. No importa cuán aterrador o atemorizante pueda parecer Jaebum cuando se enfada, Hyunwoo conoce muy bien a su dongsaeng favorito y sabe que Jaebum es en realidad un maldito suave que solo quiere y necesita amor, sabe con certeza que Youngjae es el único uno que posiblemente pueda darle esas cosas a él. Hyunwoo acaricia la espalda de Jaebum, frotando círculos suaves detrás de él.

"Va a estar bien, Jaebutt. Simplemente ignora toda la situación por ahora y diviértete un poco, ¿sí? ", le dice al menor. Jaebum sonríe y asiente, sabiendo que es mejor escuchar a su Hyung, especialmente porque siempre da el mejor consejo de todos modos.

"Bueno lo haré. Pero vas a tener que controlar a tu maldito novio pronto, o de lo contrario le daré una paliza", murmura Jaebum, que todavía era audible para que lo oyera el hombre mayor.

"Oye, no te atrevas a poner un dedo sobre mi novio, ¿entiendes?", Hyunwoo dice en un tono cortante y frío, lo que hace que Jaebum amplíe sus ojos mientras asiente frenéticamente, sin esperar que su Hyung se enfurezca de esa manera. Hyunwoo se suaviza rápidamente y ríe, sacudiendo la cabeza.

"Dios, Jaebum, eres realmente impredecible, ¿verdad?", Dice, y los dos chicos se ríen mientras continúan hablando, jugueteándose unos a otros de vez en cuando. Mientras tanto, Youngjae no pudo evitar mirar de vez en cuando a su novio e Hyunwoo. No le gustaba admitir que a veces era celoso. Él sabe que Jaebum siempre está celoso, es lo más obvio del mundo. Su novio nunca deja de mostrar sus celos e ira a menudo cuando Youngjae está cerca de alguien, y Youngjae lo encuentra adorable cuando el hombre mayor se pone celoso, pero no cuando va demasiado lejos y se convierte en algo violento, por supuesto.

Sí, él sabe que Jaebum lo ama mucho y en realidad nunca lo dejaría de la nada o incluso lo dejaría en absoluto, él confía en Jaebum, a pesar de que acaba de decir que le cuesta trabajo confiar en él, sabe que es sólo por celos y no porque sea verdad.

Youngjae suspira mentalmente, queriendo ignorar el dolor que siente en su pecho mientras continúa mirando a Jaebum e Hyunwoo mientras hablan entre sí, riéndose de algún videojuego que están jugando y viendo cómo Hyunwoo está frotando ligeramente el muslo de Jaebum. La sangre de Youngjae comienza a hervir al verla, y sabe que estar celoso es inútil, ya que Jaebum siempre le asegura que nunca haría nada con otra persona que no sea él, y que ninguna persona con la que alguna vez hable vencerá a Youngjae en ser "la persona más relevante e interesante" para él. Pero por una vez, Youngjae no piensa en los recordatorios de su novio, mirando fijamente a los dos hombres mayores mientras hablan entre ellos.

"Hey, tierra a la nutria. ¡Youngjae! "Oye a Minhyuk decir junto a él. Youngjae se vuelve hacia su Hyung y lo mira, notando una curiosa expresión en la cara del rubio.

"¿S-si?" Youngjae se aclara la garganta, esperando que Minhyuk no sospechara demasiado de lo que estaba haciendo, pero falló.

"¿Por qué sigues mirando a tu novio e Hyunwoo?", Pregunta Minhyuk mientras señala a los dos hombres mayores. "¿Quizás estás celoso?"

Youngjae se sonroja y le da una palmada en el brazo a Minhyuk, haciendo que el mayor se mueva de dolor por la brusca bofetada del sorprendentemente fuerte muchacho. "¡Yo-yo no lo soy!"

Minhyuk sonríe. "tch, sí lo eres. Prácticamente estás quemándolo con tus ojos ", afirma mientras toma un sorbo de su sprite.

La cara de Youngjae se vuelve aún más oscura cuando oculta su rostro, completamente avergonzada de que su inteligente Hyung descubriera sus celos que creía que podía esconder de todos, pero claramente no de Minhyuk. "Bien, ¿y qué si lo estoy? puedo superarlo pronto de todos modos".

Minhyuk murmura, sonriendo. Aunque sus ojos pronto se ensanchan cuando piensa en una idea, sabiendo que eso matará la inocencia del niño más joven que nunca existió en primer lugar, antes de volverse hacia la jovencita. "o..."

Youngjae arquea una ceja, esperando que Minhyuk termine su frase, en la cual él realmente no termina haciéndolo. "¿o....?"

La sonrisa de Minhyuk se agranda aún más, lo que comienza a alejarse un poco de Youngjae, sin saber si debe estar asustado y nervioso o no de lo que su Hyung está a punto de decirle.

Minhyuk se acerca más al oído de Youngjae, diciéndole la idea que tiene en mente para el más joven. Los ojos de Youngjae se abren en estado de shock cuando escucha la idea de su Hyung, abofeteándolo sobre su pecho mientras lo mira con incredulidad, sacudiendo mentalmente su cabeza y queriendo meterse en un agujero y morir. Minhyuk solo se ríe y sonríe.

Jaebum, por otro lado, notó que el rubio susurraba algo al oído de su novio, que no dejó de hervirle ligeramente la sangre, queriendo saber qué diablos le estaba diciendo a su novio, hasta que decidió encogerse de hombros por ahora, volviendo a hablar con Hyunwoo, probablemente sólo le pregunte a Youngjae sobre eso más tarde o se enfrente a Minhyuk.

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Cuando los otros 7 muchachos salieron de la residencia de 7, se dijeron testamentos llenos de frases de despedida antes de que Jaebum cerrara la puerta.

Los otros 5 chicos se dirigieron a sus habitaciones separadas, bostezando exhaustos por la larga noche que pasaron tiempo con sus amigos y jugando juegos toda la noche.

"Buena noche, Hyung." Yugyeom le dice a Jaebum con voz cansada mientras pasa junto a él en el pasillo. Jaebum le desea buenas noches al maknae, asintiendo con la cabeza hacia Bambam, que estaba caminando justo detrás del chico alto y de pelo amarillo, mientras entra a su habitación. Ve a Youngjae sentado en la cama, que se quitaba los vaqueros, antes de cerrar la puerta.

Jaebum se muerde el labio cuando ve a Youngjae aplicando loción en las piernas. Esas piernas suaves, gruesas y lechosas que Jaebum adora mucho, solo necesita acariciarlos y levantarlos sobre su hombro-

No, no puede estar pensando en eso ahora mismo, es casi la 1 de la mañana y ha sido un día largo, él duda que Youngjae esté de humor para hacer cualquier tipo de actividad sexual en este momento, ya parece cansado.

(Pero, oh, estaba Jaebum equivocado. No tenía absolutamente ninguna idea sobre lo que iba a suceder pronto).

Se acerca al chico más joven en la cama, haciendo su mejor esfuerzo para no mirarlo hacia abajo mientras sus ojos vagaban desde sus bonitas piernas hasta la parte superior de su cuerpo. Se da cuenta de que Youngjae solo lleva la sudadera Adidas negra de gran tamaño de Jaebum y está vestido con bragas de encaje azul. Se muerde el labio otra vez, casi logrando que este sangre por la deliciosa pero pecaminosa visión de su hermoso novio.

Youngjae sin embargo se da cuenta en su novio mirándolo con lujuria, sonrojándose locamente mientras ve los ojos de Jaebum recorriendo todo su cuerpo.

Sin embargo, él decide burlarse de él, pensando en las palabras de Minhyuk Hyung que le dijo antes. 'Y no te olvides de molestarlo. Asegúrate de torturarlo de la manera en que te torturó con Hyunwoo, ¿de acuerdo?'

Solo la idea de que su Jaebum Hyung e Hyunwoo hablen entre sí y pasen un rato divertido le enrojece la cara de ira y tiene ganas de atormentar a Hyunwoo. Pero primero, recuerda que tiene que hacerlo con su propio novio.

Youngjae mira como Jaebum está todavía en trance mientras mira sus gruesos muslos, sin siquiera notar que Youngjae agarra sus manos, llevándolas hasta estos. Lo que provoca que Jaebum mire al más joven, notando que los orbes de chocolate negro de Youngjae miran directamente a los suyos, haciendo que el interior de Jaebum se derrita y que su miembro se endurezca debido a la situación actual.

Youngjae se aferra a las manos de Jaebum mientras las coloca sobre sus muslos, cada mano ahueca un muslo. Youngjae muerde su labio suavemente mientras continúa mirando a los ojos de su novio con lujuria, controlando los movimientos de las manos de Jaebum mientras lo hace hacer círculos alrededor de sus muslos, disfrutando de la sensación de hormigueo que siente en su propia piel suave y sensible.

Jaebum suavemente clava sus uñas en los muslos de Youngjae, escuchando hermosos gemidos suaves escapar de los labios del joven mientras aprieta suavemente la piel flexible.

"Hyung." Youngjae gime en voz baja, lo cual todavía era audible para que Jaebum lo escuchara mientras miraba hacia arriba a su novio.

Jaebum espera que Youngjae diga algo, pero nada sale de la boca del chico.

Antes de que lo sepa, siente que es empujado hacia la cama. Sus ojos se agrandan cuando siente sus brazos inmovilizados contra la cama, oyendo al joven riendo suavemente mientras se acerca lentamente al hombre mayor.

"Has sido un mal Hyung hoy", dice el pequeño moreno mientras se arrastra sobre Jaebum, revoloteando sobre él.

Jaebum es golpeado con curiosidad cuando Youngjae dice esto. ¿Qué podría haber hecho que hiciera que Youngjae repentinamente actuara así hacia él? especialmente porque el más joven nunca ha sido muy dominante en lo que respecta al sexo, pero no es como si el mayor se estuviera quejando. Honestamente se excita viendo como este lado de su novio sale de la nada.

"Y-Youngjae, ¿de qué estás hablando?"

Antes de que Jaebum pudiera incluso terminar su frase, es aplastado por un suave par de labios chocando contra los suyos, el beso de inmediato comenzó como caliente, Youngjae no perdiendo el tiempo, casi chupando la vida de los labios de Jaebum.

Sonidos descuidados se escuchan cuando Youngjae hace que su beso se profundice, envolviendo sus manos alrededor del cuello de su novio.

Desliza su lengua en la boca del mayor, girando su lengua alrededor de su caverna caliente, sonriendo con dulzura en el beso mientras escucha a Jaebum gemir así que continúa lamiendo el interior de su boca. Comienza a chupar su lengua, suaves gemidos salen del más joven mientras sus manos todavía están ahuecadas alrededor del cuello de Jaebum, este masajeando ligeramente la parte inferior de sus mejillas con ambos pulgares mientras continúa chupando la fuerte lengua mojada del Jaebum, como si fuera su dulce favorito.

Youngjae rompe el beso caliente, el mayor jadea por aire, lo que hace reír al joven, notando la pequeña cadena de saliva que conectaba sus labios con el beso largo, caliente y húmedo que los dos chicos acababan de compartir.

"Y-Youngjae que fue-"

"¿Dije que podías hablar?" Youngjae sale de la nada, sorprendiendo a Jaebum mientras sus ojos se agrandan. Youngjae fulmina con la mirada a su líder, revoloteando sobre él otra vez mientras lo agarra con fuerza del cuello, asfixiándolo ligeramente.

"No hables, ni te muevas, ni me toques hasta que te lo diga, ¿me entiendes?" Youngjae dice con dureza, apretando su agarre en el cuello de Jaebum, haciendo que el rostro de Jaebum se ponga rojo claro mientras hace su mejor esfuerzo para asentir. Joder, él está tan excitado ahora, puede sentirse cada vez más duro por lo sexy y seguro que es Youngjae, algo que el joven casi nunca mostró cuando se trataba de tener relaciones sexuales entre los dos.

El chico más joven sonríe ya que ahora sabe que el hombre mayor está finalmente bajo su control por una vez, olvidándose por completo de la idea de Minhyuk y realmente sintiéndose más cómodo y deseando hacer esto solo ahora.

"Buen chico". El joven arrullo, lo que hace Jaebum gruñir mentalmente, ya que generalmente eso es lo que le dice al más joven cuando está bajo su control, ahora que escucha a Youngjae diciéndole eso, solo hace que su erección palpitante se haga aún más dura que hace 10 segundos.

"Hm, ahora recuéstate bajo cabecera", instruye Youngjae, el hombre mayor no duda y no pierde ni un segundo moviéndose hacia la cabecera, tumbado debajo de ella, como le ordenó su novio.

Youngjae se sonríe a sí mismo por lo rápido que Jaebum estaba siguiendo sus instrucciones. Pensó que tal vez no sería tan malo torturar al mayor como él pensó que sería.

Cuando ve a Jaebum acostado junto al cabecero, esperando pacientemente su próxima orden, se arrastra hacia él, sentándose en su estómago, justo cerca de su entrepierna. Youngjae se fricciona el muslo de Jaebum con fuerza, haciendo a Jaebum suspirar un poco, pero inmediatamente se calló ya que sabía que no se le permitía siquiera soltar un solo pío a menos que Youngjae se lo dijera.

"Qué buen Hyung para mí, ¿no?", Dice Youngjae mientras toma la cara de Jaebum. Jaebum no responde, principalmente porque no cree que se suponga que lo haga, lo que solo hace que el joven se enoje aún más.

"Respóndeme", dijo Youngjae, abofeteando fuertemente el pene cubierto de Jaebum, haciendo que Jaebum soltara un gemido sofocado.

"S-sí, soy un buen Hyung, un buen Hyung solo para ti", logra decir Jaebum, haciendo que Youngjae sonría ante su respuesta, antes de masajear su miembro con dulzura, luego golpeándolo duramente, lo que solo hace Jaebum suspirar la sensación de Youngjae tocando su polla que estaba tan cerca de llegar.

Youngjae aprieta ligeramente su agarre sobre la polla vestida del hombre, haciendo que Jaebum suelte un suave jadeo pero inmediatamente se calle.

"¿A quién le pertenece esto, mh?", Pregunta Youngjae mientras presiona su mano sobre la polla de Jaebum. "Respóndeme".

"A t-ti." Jaebum apenas habla, pero Youngjae no se conforma todavía.

"¿Qué fue eso?", Pregunta Youngjae otra vez, más dura esta vez mientras aprieta su mano aún más fuerte sobre la polla de Jaebum, el que deja escapar un gemido sofocado por la presión.

"¡Mi polla te pertenece, Youngjae! ¡Sólo a ti!" Jaebum finalmente gruñe, incapaz de tomar la estimulación más y con la esperanza de que Youngjae pueda suavizar en cualquier momento antes, pero dudaba de eso.

Youngjae sonríe, satisfecho. "Bien", dice antes de soltar finalmente la polla vestida de Jaebum.

Siente el peso de Youngjae fuera de él, levanta una ceja, preguntándose por qué Youngjae repentinamente se bajó de él, hasta que siente que le bajan los pantalones y los calzoncillos y mira por encima de su pecho, viendo al joven de pie junto a él. Youngjae nota que lo mira y le lanza una mirada furiosa, empujando la cabeza de Jaebum hacia abajo con su pie, haciendo que Jaebum apoye su cabeza en la cama.

"¿No te dije que no te movieras?" Youngjae habla antes de presionar su pie en la polla de Jaebum, haciendo que Jaebum soltara un gemido que podría ser lo suficientemente fuerte como para que todo el dormitorio lo escuchara. "Tch." Dice Youngjae mientras continúa presionando su pie con más fuerza sobre la polla endurecida de Jaebum.

Jaebum hace todo lo posible para mantener todos sus gemidos y gruñidos mientras Youngjae patea, da un paso y aprieta las pelotas con el pie, deseando alcanzar el orgasmo justo en ese momento, pero sabe que el joven no se lo permite, especialmente porque está enojado como la mierda con él en este momento y no cree que pueda durar más.

"¿Nunca supe que Im Jaebum podría someterse a su novio usualmente sumiso?" Youngjae se ríe entre dientes, rozando su dedo gordo sobre la punta de la polla de su novio. "Mm, tienes una gran polla para una perra tan pequeña".

Jaebum sintió que su sangre hervía cuando Youngjae lo llamó sumiso y una perra, pero Dios lo hizo secretamente prenderlo. "Dios, Youngjae, cuando esto termine, voy a-"

Youngjae con dureza pisa la polla de Jaebum, Jaebum no puede ni siquiera terminar su frase mientras suelta un fuerte gemido por la dura patada que el joven le da a su polla que ya duele.

"Nunca escuchas, ¿verdad?" Youngjae dice en un tono irritado, cruzando los brazos mientras mira a su novio destrozado y su enorme bulto.

Jaebum decide callarse, sabiendo que lo que salga de su boca, Youngjae simplemente continuará torturando de sus bolas. Jaebum no sabía si esto lo excitaba o simplemente estaba lastimado por esto. Probablemente ambos. Pero el hecho de que su polla no puede dejar de crecer con fuerza desde que la patea, solo le da la respuesta.

Youngjae finalmente deja de torturar la polla de su novio, mirándolo fijamente y dándose cuenta de lo sudorosa y roja que es la cara de su novio. Youngjae chilla mentalmente por lo bueno y lindo que se ve de esa manera, y automáticamente siente que debería dejar de torturarlo, pero algo en él decidió seguir. Ya se estaba divirtiendo mucho, no quiere terminarlo tan pronto. Ahora sabe cómo se siente Jaebum cuando juega este juego con él. Youngjae se sonríe a sí mismo, sabiendo que dos pueden jugar en ese juego, y es el turno de él joven de jugar esta noche.

Youngjae se inclina para inclinarse sobre la cara de Jaebum, sonriendo por lo arruinado que ya se ve al comienzo de esto.

"Eres tan lindo, Jaebummie", él susurra mientras introduce dos dedos en su boca. "Ahora chupa" le susurra al mayor. Jaebum chupa los dedos de su novio, su lengua pasando por todos sus dos pequeños dedos mientras los cubre de saliva. Youngjae sonríe mientras se los saca de la boca, besando suavemente la nariz de Jaebum antes de darse la vuelta y sentarse sobre el pecho de Jaebum, de cara a los dedos de sus pies.

"Mira todo todo lo que quieras, Hyung. Todavía no lo conseguirás lo suficientemente pronto." Youngjae se ríe mientras pone su culo en el aire mientras está sentado en el pecho de Jaebum, Jaebum se asoma solo para encontrarse con el glorioso y hermoso culo del jovencito que tanto ama. Su culo es honestamente su parte favorita del cuerpo en Youngjae, aparte de sus muslos y su miembro, por supuesto.

Jaebum llora mentalmente al recordar que no puede tocar a su novio, no sin su consentimiento, y maldice en su mente al ver los dos dedos cubiertos de escupitajo de su novio que Jaebum se abren en su estrecho agujero rosado, que Jaebum nota aprieta, haciendo que se le haga agua la boca y queriendo no hacer nada más que comer a Youngjae y follarlo sin sentido, pero él duda que incluso tenga la oportunidad de pasar la noche.

Youngjae no duda en meter los dos dedos recubiertos en su agujero dolorido, dejando escapar un fuerte jadeo mientras lentamente mete y saca los dedos, entra y sale, entra y sale, como un ciclo que duró un minuto entero, hasta que finalmente los empujó dentro de su trasero y no pudo evitar los fuertes gemidos que escapaban de sus labios rojos y regordetes.

"¡Oh, Dios mío!" Youngjae gime mientras su ritmo se acelera mientras se acaricia los ruidos húmedos más rápidos, duros y eróticos que se escuchan por toda la habitación mientras empuja sus dedos húmedos dentro y fuera de su culo.

Jaebum se mordió el labio, queriendo tocar a Youngjae ya, pero al estar restringido de hacerlo es una completa y completa tortura. Pero, de nuevo, ahora sabe lo que Youngjae siente cuando le hace eso durante sus sesiones sexuales habituales. ¿Tal vez el más joven solo quería vengarse de él?

Antes de que Youngjae se pudiera venir, detuvo sus acciones y sacó sus dos dedos de su trasero, tratando de recuperar el aliento, mientras se daba la vuelta y se enfrentaba con Jaebum. Él empuja sus dedos dentro de su boca otra vez, lamiendo sus labios al ver Jaebum chupando sus dedos como el buen Hyung que es.

"Mm, lame todos esos jugos de mis dedos", dice Youngjae, riendo mientras observa al hombre mayor lamiendo y chupando sus dedos, haciendo exactamente lo que Youngjae le dijo que hiciera y lamiendo los dedos.

Le sacó los dedos de la boca y se giró nuevamente, sonriendo para sí mismo en silencio mientras decidía hacer algo más interesante y divertido, al menos en su propia mente e imaginación.

Youngjae rápidamente se quitó las bragas, tirándolas hacia un lado y se escurrió hacia atrás, agarrándose al pecho de Jaebum como apoyo para ayudarlo a moverse más fácilmente, hasta que se sentó a horcajadas sobre la cara de Jaebum.

Youngjae se ríe por lo bajo al escuchar sonidos amortiguados provenientes de Jaebum, en secreto amoroso que finalmente Jaebum no tiene control alguno sobre la situación ahora que está atrapado debajo del culo de Youngjae.

"Ahora vas a quedarte quieto y comerme como el buen Hyung que eres, ¿de acuerdo?", Dice Youngjae, riendo una vez más mientras comienza a sentirse más cómodo en la cara de su novio.

Un suave gemido escapó de los labios de Youngjae cuando sintió que la lengua de Jaebum salía y le lamía el culo. Se muerde el labio, estirando la mano hacia atrás para aferrarse a los sudorosos cabellos negros del viejo mientras baja las caderas.

"¡Ah, Hyung!", Chilló Youngjae mientras gira las caderas, las manos ahora sobre el pecho de Jaebum mientras siente su lengua trabajar expertamente en su apretado agujero. Youngjae puede escuchar los sonidos húmedos amortiguados procedentes de la lengua de Jaebum mientras pasa el agujero como loco, haciendo que la polla de Youngjae se ponga más dura de lo que ha sido en los últimos 25 minutos o durante el tiempo que ha durado esta sesión intensa, no ha estado siguiendo exactamente el tiempo, pero sinceramente, ¿quién podría considerarlo estando atrapado en una situación tan intensa y ardiente como esta?

Youngjae se levanta un poco, escucha un jadeo fuerte que viene de Jaebum mientras su pecho sube y baja mientras intenta ganar más aire, pero inmediatamente falla una vez que Youngjae se sienta de nuevo en su rostro, todavía no quiere ir fácil con él todavía. Él está tratando de mantener su duro acto dominante a lo largo de todo este asunto. Palabra clave: tratando.

Youngjae mueve sus caderas de un lado a otro, haciendo ligeros crujidos en la cama, mientras ajusta su posición en la cara de Jaebum.

Como Jaebum continúa comiendo Youngjae como un experto completo, Youngjae decide que es hora de complacer a Jaebum también. Al menos un poco, por favor, él todavía no cree que Jaebum merezca ser recompensado por el momento ya que Youngjae todavía tiene un poco de celos en él desde antes con Hyunwoo y Youngjae simplemente en general disfruta testeando y dominando a su Hyung de esta manera. Es una sensación completamente nueva para Youngjae y él lo ama absolutamente, y también lo hace Jaebum.

Youngjae revolotea sobre el estómago de Jaebum, asegurándose de que todavía esté en su lugar para no hacer pensar a Jaebum que ya terminó de comerlo, antes de que él se acerque y se apodere de la palpitante polla dura de Jaebum. Youngjae oye el gruñido amortiguado de Jaebum mientras comienza a bombear su eje hacia arriba y hacia abajo a un ritmo dolorosamente lento, haciendo que Youngjae sonría diabólicamente mientras se burla de la polla de su Hyung.

"Qué polla tan hermosa tienes. ¿No te encantaría que fuera montada por mí...?" Youngjae se calla, esperando que Jaebum lo oyera. Aunque el ligero mordisco que recibió de debajo le hizo saber que Jaebum lo escuchó claramente, lo que hizo que Youngjae siseara y se agarrara a la polla de Jaebum con dureza, apretándola y mirándola mientras se convertía en un color rojo oscuro.

"Ten cuidado, hijo de puta", dice Youngjae en un tono áspero, aun sosteniendo firmemente la polla de Jaebum mientras agrega más presión sobre la cara de Jaebum, ajustando su posición un poco para que Jaebum tenga más dificultad para respirar. Él escucha un gemido amortiguado saliendo de su novio, lo que hace que el chico más joven sonría y cancele su apretado agarre a su pene, continuando bombeándolo de una manera brutalmente lenta, sin querer complacer a su Hyung por el momento.

Pasaron un par de minutos y Youngjae finalmente se quita de la cara de Jaebum, el hombre mayor haciendo todo lo posible para finalmente recuperar el aliento. Youngjae ve cuán rojo es el rostro del hombre mayor, el pecho subiendo y bajando, respirando pesadamente, pareciendo completamente destrozado, todo por Youngjae. Justo como Youngjae quería.

"Has sido un buen Hyung para mí, mereces una recompensa", dice Youngjae, con una sonrisa en su rostro mientras permite que Jaebum se siente, pero solo contra la cabecera. Jaebum se da cuenta de la sonrisa de su novio y sabe que ya no está enojado, o al menos espera que así sea. Si tiene que pasar otro momento con Youngjae torturándolo y presionándolo, no sabría si duraría en ese momento. no lo malinterpreten, él ama absolutamente a Youngjae mientras lo domina, él simplemente no cree que duraría más y él sabe con seguridad que el joven estaría aún más enojado de que Jaebum se hubiera corrido antes de que lo que a Youngjae le hubiese gustado, lo que significaba castigos más duros y crueles para el hombre mayor.

Youngjae se arrastró hacia Jaebum mientras se apoyaba contra la cabecera, dándole una sonrisa rápida antes de agarrar la polla de la mayor, apretando mientras introducía la gran polla de su Hyung en su propio agujero apretado, ambos muchachos gimiendo mientras la polla de Jaebum llenaba a Youngjae perfectamente.

"Oh Dios", Jaebum gruñe, olvidando por completo que no podía hablar, pero Youngjae lo dejó pasar, cada vez menos enojado, ya que solo quería que su Hyung lo follara.

Youngjae lentamente comienza a rebotar en su polla, el escupitajo de Jaebum y la saliva de antes en su culo era suficiente para ser reemplazado por lubricante, sorprendentemente.

Jaebum gruñe mientras Youngjae comienza a acelerar, sus rebotes crecen cada vez más rápido por cada segundo, haciendo que Jaebum esté más ansioso y necesitado de tocar a su novio, pero todavía no estaba seguro de si le permitiría hacerlo.

Youngjae lo nota y se sonríe al ver lo necesitado que está Jaebum, a pesar de que ha estado necesitado toda esta sesión. "Tócame Hyung." Youngjae gime mientras desacelera su ritmo un poco solo para Jaebum.

Jaebum no pierde el tiempo en sentarse y envolver sus brazos alrededor de la cintura del joven, Youngjae se ríe suavemente mientras Jaebum ataca su cuello con besos, lamiendo, chupando y mordiendo la suave piel lechosa, dejando numerosas marcas y hematomas en todo el cuello, mandíbula y clavícula.

Las manos de Jaebum viajan inmediatamente al culo de Youngjae, la parte que ha querido tocar y sostener con tanta desesperación todo este tiempo. Le da una dura bofetada al culo del chico, emitiendo un jadeo fuerte para escapar de sus labios y como resultado un sonido fuerte de bofetones que se escuchó alrededor de la habitación.

Youngjae rebota en la polla de Jaebum, los gemidos de ambos chicos se mezclan perfectamente entre sí. Jaebum empuja su polla en el culo de Youngjae, Youngjae haciendo todo lo posible para cumplir sus rebotes con los empujes de su novio tanto como le sea posible, pero Jaebum estaba desesperado en este punto, solo quería todo de él joven, y eso es exactamente lo que va a conseguir.

"Dios, ¡voy a c-correrme!" Grita Youngjae, agarrándose a los fuertes hombros de Jaebum mientras es follado por Jaebum, finalmente logrando reunirse con su empuje en el último minuto.

"Córrete para Hyung." Jaebum dice mientras golpea el culo de Youngjae, gruñendo por lo bien que Youngjae lo monta.

Youngjae echa la cabeza hacia atrás cuando finalmente llega, el líquido blanco y caliente se derrama por todo el estómago de Jaebum y algo en sus propios muslos.

Jaebum siguió empujando a Youngjae, disminuyendo la velocidad mientras comenzaba a cansarse con cada embestida. Podía sentir que se acercaba al orgasmo a partir de ahora mientras se sostenía de sus caderas.

"Córrete, Hyung." Susurra Youngjae, y Jaebum finalmente llega, dejando escapar un gemido alargado cuando se viene en el culo de Youngjae.

Youngjae se levanta de Jaebum, su culo goteando, y Jaebum toma un trapo del interior del cajón que está a su lado y ayuda a limpiar a Youngjae.

Ambos se acuestan uno al lado del otro, Jaebum tirando de Youngjae en sus brazos mientras piensa en lo que acaba de pasar.

"Dios mío, jovencito, eso fue tan jodidamente caliente", dice Jaebum, el pecho subiendo y bajando mientras estaba sin aliento por la larga, ardiente e intensa sesión que simplemente soportaron juntos.

Youngjae se sonroja y esconde su cara en el hombro de su Hyung, demasiado avergonzado para pensar en lo que acaba de hacer. "Yo-yo solo lo hice porque estaba celoso, malo", dice Youngjae en voz baja, pero Jaebum todavía lo escuchó.

"¿Celoso, Youngjae, estabas celoso? pero ¿por qué? ¿De quién? "Jaebum siguió haciendo preguntas al joven, preguntándose cómo y por qué Youngjae estaba celoso. Y también porque no le importaría que Youngjae vuelva a estar celoso si eso lo lleva a dominarle, pero ese no es el punto aquí.

Youngjae se sonroja, demasiado avergonzado para decir algo, pero lo dice de todos modos, ya que no puede contenerse ahora. Y Jaebum simplemente le estaría forzando a salir la respuesta de todos modos, así que no sirve de nada conservarlo. "de ti y Hyunwoo Hyung..."

Jaebum oye eso y de inmediato comienza a estallar en carcajadas. "¿De m-mí y h-Hyunwoo Hyung?" Jaebum hace una pausa para dejar escapar otra risa. "Youngjae, est��s bromeando ¿verdad?"

Youngjae miró a su novio, sin creer lo infantil e inmaduro que puede ser cuando estaba hablando en serio sobre esto. Sin embargo, Jaebum se da cuenta de su cara seria y deja de reírse, pero aún trata de reprimir algo de su risa que tanto quería volver a salir.

"Pero ¿por qué sin embargo, Youngjae? ya sabes que no hay ninguna razón por la que deberías estar celoso de cualquiera con quien esté, especialmente Hyunwoo Hyung, ya que claramente sabes que hemos sido amigos desde la escuela secundaria ", explica Jaebum.

La cara de Youngjae se vuelve de un tono aún más intenso de rojo ya que está avergonzado como el infierno en este momento. "Lo sé... ugh, soy estúpido, lo sé".

Jaebum sonríe, alborotando su cabello. "Cariño, no eres estúpido, nunca lo serás, así que nunca digas eso de ti, ¿de acuerdo?", Dice antes de besar la frente de su novio, haciendo que el joven se sonroje. "Ah, y también... también estaba celoso... de ti y de Minhyuk".

Los ojos de Youngjae se ensanchan ante esto, honestamente sabe que no debería sorprenderse ya que Jaebum está celoso de literalmente todo el mundo, pero aún está bastante sorprendido ya que Jaebum debería saber que Minhyuk no está cerca de su tipo y que nunca iría por él, incluso le dijo a Jaebum que él una vez que se puso celoso de él.

"¡Hyung, no estés celoso! y que si siento lo mismo que tú cuando estoy celoso, ¿eh? ¿Por qué no puedes confiar en mí de la manera en que confío en ti? "Youngjae dice, haciendo pucheros.

La cara de Jaebum se pone roja. "B-bueno, no es mi culpa que seas tan jodidamente precioso y quiero mantenerte sólo para mí y golpear a todos los que se atreven a tocarte o incluso ir un centímetro cerca de ti", dice Jaebum mientras acerca a Youngjae a su pecho.

Youngjae solo pone los ojos en blanco y sonríe, Jaebum siente su sonrisa en su pecho, lo que lo hace sonreír también. "Eres un idiota, Jaebummie", dice Youngjae.

"Y eres tan caliente cuando me dominas así. Como en serio, necesito hacerte celoso con más frecuencia, me encanta tener ese culo en la cara".

Youngjae abre los ojos mientras escapa de las garras de Jaebum, golpeando su pecho. "¡pervertido!"

Jaebum se ríe mientras besa los labios de su novio, adorando su cara roja y sonrojada. "Sin embargo, soy tu pervertido.", dice antes de tirar de Youngjae en sus brazos otra vez, tumbarse uno al lado del otro mientras escuchan los suaves latidos de sus corazones.

fin.

[keyswaifu]

pls tell me that 2jae will live happily ever after and get married and have kids and that the next chapter won’t be the last chapter of understand me 😫

Ooof no spoilers!!! But unfortunately the next chapter will be the last ....but we might have an epilogue up our sleeves if people would like that 👀👀👀

[absolutely-legit]

Third

Warnings: NSFW! Explicit!

In the dim light, everything looks more romantic than it is. Jinyoung’s glowing eyes and plush lips. Mark’s canine smile and soft mob of brown hair. The atmosphere is flittering with electricity. Want, adoration, desire. It’s palpable.

Jaebum understands the look on Jinyoung’s face. Because he feels it, too. Because Mark is breathtaking. Jinyoung leans in and Jaebum watches their lips brush together. It dissolves into a heated play of tongues too quickly, Mark panting roughly into Jinyoung’s mouth. Then a moan, half swallowed makes it to Jaebum’s ears sounding like music and he repeats what he did, pushing his head down, swallowing Mark’s cock down his throat. He gags, when Mark’s hips buck, but it’s okay, he doesn’t mind. He sucks around his head, producing lewd wet noises, but they get overshadowed by Mark’s moaning and Jinyoung sucking on his tongue.

A hand sneaks into his hair and Jaebum whimpers around Mark’s length from the simple touch. He’s desperate for it, he’s rock hard and needing a lot of willpower to not touch himself. He’s almost disappointed to realize the hand is Jinyoung’s. He leaves it there, fingers curled around strands of his hair and detaches from Mark’s lips with a wet noise, smacking and licking down his throat to slick his nasty tongue around Mark’s nipple. He groans into his chest and Jaebum regretfully notices that Mark managed to wiggle a hand down Jinyoung’s body and wrap it around his leaking cock.

Jaebum sucks with more fervor, watches Mark’s mouth fall open and spill sounds of pleasure. He pops off, panting heavily and makes an attention seeking sound. Jinyoung’s hand falls from his head. Mark blinks at him hazed and reaches up behind himself, scrambling for the lube and condoms. A jolt of pleasure sparks through Jaebum’s body from the thought alone. Eagerly he takes the condom off his hand and rips the package open to roll it down Mark’s erection. When he squeezes lube into his palm, Jinyoung comes up from sucking on Mark’s nipple.

Jaebum leans down to press his lips to Mark’s while curling his lubed fingers around his length, slicking him up. He swallows his moans and licks into his mouth, but the kiss stays barely reciprocated, so Jaebum opts to kiss down to his neck and suck hickeys into his skin while pumping his length. He feels Jinyoung’s hand nudge against his hand and take over the task of evenly spreading the lube around Mark’s length, Jaebum takes the opportunity to bring his own behind him and use two of his slick fingers to open himself up.

“Hnh, I wanna fuck you so bad.” Mark’s raspy voice states and it has Jaebum shudder and clench around his own fingers. Gasping he detaches from his neck. “Let me open you up.” Mark half whispers in this strained voice that sounds so sexy and Jaebum won’t say no even if he’s impatient and wouldn’t mind getting fucked right then and there.

Mark sits up and Jaebum rolls onto his back. But to Mark’s other side, he pushes Jinyoung over and down onto his stomach, then climbs behind him with the lube, squeezing a decent amount right between Jinyoung’s cheeks.

Jaebum swallows while he stares at them. Mark’s seductive smirk and Jinyoung’s sparkling eyes. He takes a shuddering breath and when Jinyoung moans desperately from Mark pushing three of his fingers inside of him, Jaebum tears his gaze away. There’s a dull pressure on his ears, as if he’s going deaf, his mind is swimming. Shivering he slides his feet off the bed, not able to get up until they’re both firmly planted on the fluffy carpet.

He’s completely quiet, motions calm and measured as he sneaks through the room, picking up pieces of his clothes and piling them in his arms. When he thinks he has them all, he walks over to the door, ignoring the desperate moans and seductive whispers and slips out of the room unheard.

They don’t want him.

Youngjae is surprised, to say the least, when the door to Mark’s room opens in the middle of… Well. Sexually sounding moans wave through the air and by instinct he turns his head towards the door. Out steps a handsome man with dark hair and long legs. He’s nude and shivers, maybe from the cooler air in the living room and he’s absolutely hard. He has a pile of clothes clutched to his chest, tightly as if it was a plushie doll and he’s seeking for comfort.

Rough moaning makes it past him from inside the room and Youngjae frowns. Tge guy pulls the door shut quietly, then he’s just standing there. His eyes are casted downwards to the floor, empty expression on his features. Youngjae shifts uncomfortably. It’s not like he’s never seen a naked man, no less one stepping out of Mark’s bedroom, but that one clearly hasn’t noticed him yet and Youngjae feels shady staring at him. He can’t help it though. The guy is really hot. The wide shoulders are totally his style and so is that gorgeously thick cock.

Maybe if he crouches down and lays flat on the sofa the guy won’t see him. But that would be even creepier. So instead he clears his throat gently. The guy almost jumps in surprise, his gaze flicking up and finding him, welping in shock. His arms scramble down to hide his receding boner, but he’s so shaky, half of his clothes just drop to the ground as he does and in his attempt to catch them, the rest also falls until he’s just covering himself with his flat hands.

Respectfully Youngjae turns his head away. “Sorry.” He speaks neutrally. “Don’t worry, nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I… uhm… what… h… who?” He hears the man stammer and then shuffle, rustling of fabric and clacking of belt-buckles following. “Oh, I’m Youngjae.” He answers, staring down at the book in his lap. “Mark’s roommate.”

“Ah.” The guy makes, apparently putting his clothes on. “S… Sorry, I didn’t know I…” Youngjae cuts him. “Oh, don’t worry. I honestly didn’t expect someone out there as of yet.”

The guys rustling quiets and Youngjae deems he can turn around again. It’s visible that he got dressed in a hurry, shirt crumpled and hair messy. It looks kinda cute. “Y… You know what…” the man gestures wildly behind himself. Youngjae shrugs. “Mark brings a lot of fuck-dates. No biggie.” He means to be reassuring, but sees his face fall and feels sorry immediately. “Though.” He adds, thinking that he should now go through with it, let the poor dude know what he’s gotten himself into. “Usually he doesn’t let them get away until they’re done.”

Even from half across the room he can see the guy swallow hard. “Oh, they’re not done.” He responds, bitterness evident in his tone. “Oh…” Oh… Youngjae pulls a face. More than one partner aren’t exactly a novelty for Mark, but they’re not common either.

“Threesomes not your thing, huh?” He asks in an attempt to keep the mood light, though he’s not sure why exactly. Youngjae is a social person, but why socialize with your roommates pick-ups? Then again, why doesn’t that man show any signs of leaving? He shrugs and looks away. “Guess not.” He mumbles.

Youngjae slides the book off his lap and turns his body around on the sofa, propping his arms on the backrest and placing his chin on his hands. He’s intrigued. The guy is a cutie. “What’s your name?” He inquires curiously. The man’s eyes dart back to his. “Jaebum.” His voice is low and hesitant. “Hi Jaebum.” Youngjae smiles and then asks carefully. “Are you alright, Jaebum?” He witnesses his mouth open and close silently. Then he bites his teeth together and shakes his head.

As if on cue, a viciously loud moan bangs through the apartment having both of them freeze still. Jaebum’s hands ball into fists and he blinks rapidly. Uh oh. Youngjae scrambles to his feet. “Do you want a coffee?” “I should leave now.” They speak at the same time and still. “Do you…” “I should…” They try again, once more in synchrony and break off. Youngjae rolls his eyes pretentiously and witnesses Jaebum’s jaw untense at least a little. He lifts his arm in a ‘Shush’ motion and says. “Would you like a coffee?” Jaebum looks insecure and eventually shakes his head slightly. Youngjae nods in understanding and gives it another try. “A beer?” To that, Jaebum nods quite quickly.

Gesturing him to follow, Youngjae tapers towards the kitchen, and creaks the door shut after them. They never close the kitchen door, what for? What kitchen’s do even have doors? But now it’s probably better. Jaebum slides into a chair without being offered, but Youngjae doesn’t mind. He takes two beers from the fridge and opens them, holding one out. Jaebum nods a ‘Thanks’ and they give a slight toast before both taking a sip. Jaebum’s last a bit longer.

He plants the can on the kitchen table and sighs obnoxiously. It suits him, the beer. Drinking his pain away. When’s he not looking so lost, he’s quite handsomely cool and not just cute. Youngjae props his butt on the counter. He ponders. Should he offer an ear or a shoulder, or should he rather change the topic and offer distraction? “You wanna talk about it?” He decides to leave the option to Jaebum. He shrugs in response and looks up questioningly. “Thanks but… Why would you care?” “Dunno.” Youngjae admits thoughtfully. “You just looked like you’d need a friend. Also…” He takes a deep breath. “I know Mark for a bit and he’s a bitch and sometimes he just makes me angry and…” He studies Jaebum’s frown. “And I’m nosy.”

Being honest is one of Youngjae’s character traits he’s quite proud of. And it works if the way Jaebum’s features soften is anything to go by. “He’s… really beautiful.” He mumbles beaten, takes another swig of his beer. Youngjae snorts, accidentally. “Yeah sure.” He adds hastily at the look he receives. “Yeah, I mean… Pretty Mark, guys everywhere falling over themselves trying to get in his pants…” He scoffs. Jaebum tilts his head, just a notch. “Have you…?” To which Youngjae shakes his head rigorously. “Hell nah.” Jaebum nods, staring into nowhere and turning his head towards the table.

“I’m sorry if you liked him…” It bugs Youngjae to say it. He’s not really that sorry, but it’s probably the nicest thing to say. So much for being honest. Jaebum isn’t the first and won’t have been the last. He’ll get over it like all of them. And Mark is stupid for chasing such a piece of candy out his bed. Candy shrugs. Then, with some difficulty he whispers. “’s like I wasn’t even there.” Youngjae frowns. It’s hard to imagine that a guy that handsome isn’t the center of everyone’s attention in the room.

Jaebum chugs his beer down in one go. Youngjae is slightly impressed and slightly turned on. If he gets him drunk… No no, stop it! He tells himself. “I was third-wheeling so hard.” Jaebum elaborates after slamming the empty can onto the table. “Like… they didn’t even… they were so into each other.” His voice grows louder, just a notch with so much fury underneath, Youngjae feels a pleasant tickle between his legs. Yes, he’s that kind of guy.

“I tried really hard, I mean… I did. I…” His voice wavers. “I was willing, I was. I lay there and…” He chokes. “I’ve never felt so worthless…” His head drops, hanging low, any anger completely gone. He looks pitiful the way he sits there, forlorn on Youngjae’s kitchen chair. Youngjae’s heart aches for him. He sets his beer down on the counter and slides off to the ground. Jaebum’s chest heaves heavy breaths, visible and audible as Youngjae quietly steps closer. He feels him flinch, when he places a hand on the messy mob of dark hair. He knows his soothing aura and he really doesn’t want this gorgeous man to feel that way.

Jaebum’s head turns up slowly. He sucks in shaky breaths through parted lips and the kitchen’s light reflects off the wet streaks on his cheeks. “Oh…” Youngjae breathes soundlessly, “Oh, poor you.” He swings a leg over him and casually sits down on his lap, leaving his hand tangled in his hair, fingertips grazing his scalp. Their faces end up a mere 15 centimeters apart and the confusion is evident in Jaebum’s features, but tears still roll down his handsome cheekbones silently. “You’re not worthless.” He assures in a soft whisper, drawing the pads of his fingers through his hair and down to his neck, rubbing and scratching the skin gently. Jaebum’s watery eyes are huge, his breath hitches.

“Thanks.” He whispers quietly. Youngjae smiles and closes the distance, softly placing his lips on his parted ones. He tastes salty tears, tilts his head, holds the back of his neck steady. Jaebum is very shy about the kiss. It stays incredibly sweet, all the way through, even when Youngjae nudges his tongue between his teeth. He feels the shudder beneath the pads of his fingers when their tongues meet, carefully testing, tasting. They dance around one another. It’s wet but calm and slow.

It’s a breathtaking kiss. Youngjae feels regretful when he pulls away, a string of saliva popping between their lips. Jaebum’s eyes flutter open and Youngjae’s belly tingles. “That…” Jaebum breathes. “Was the best kiss I’ve ever had.” Something happens, in Youngjae’s mind, his body reacts in a way so unfamiliar. He feels hot, but not sexually hot. His cheeks feel so warm, there’s a pull in his chest. The honesty has him speechless for a moment. “You can also have the best blowjob you’ve ever had.” He promises eventually, raspy because his throat feels dry, pressing his bottom down on his lap.

Jaebum blinks. His cheeks are still wet, but no fresh tears are falling anymore. Then he shakes his head. Youngjae’s stomach plummets. He counted on it. “I’m sorry.” Jaebum crooks and grabs him by the waist. His hold is firm, Youngjae likes it. Then he pushes him off, scrambling to his feet along until they’re both standing. “Thank you.” Jaebum’s voice is a lot more firm than he’s heard it until now. “For the offer. And the beer.” He hesitates for a second. “And the kiss.” Youngjae frowns. “But I’m not like that. And I have to go now.” Youngjae stumbles out of his grip, backwards, hitting the corner of the table. He tries not to show how upset he his, partly because he doesn’t know why. Being refused a hook-up doesn’t throw him off the rail usually.

Jaebum reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, carefully tapping around on it for a moment. Youngjae leans against the table and tries to calm his beating heart. It’s futile, ‘cause Jaebum lifts his phone up, turns it around in his hand and holds it out to him. He stares at the screen. There it says ‘Youngjae’ and an empty field underneath. He doesn’t think. He doesn’t pick up the phone. He stretches his index out and types a string of numbers. Once he’s done, he takes his hand back and lets his gaze wander to Jaebum’s face.

He’s handsome, his gaze sturdy, the dried streaks on his cheeks barely visible, but still there. Jaebum’s eyes flicker up when he tugs his phone away. And then there it is. The hint of a smile, genuine and sweet. Without stepping in, Jaebum simply leans forward, hand reaching out to smooth against Youngjae’s cheek and then they kiss again. Short, but no less tender.

“Youngjae-ah.” Jaebum murmurs, voice rough and Youngjae shudders hearing his name said like that. “Thank you very much.” Then Jaebum turns and throws over his shoulder. “I’ll find my way out.”

Even when the apartment door falls shut loudly, Youngjae still doesn’t move. What just happened?

When he finally huddles back on the sofa, Mark’s bedroom is dead quiet. He picks his phone from the living room table routinely, without any clear intention, mostly because it feels absolutely impossible now to get back into his book. There’s a new message on his phone, from 5 minutes ago. Just around the time Jaebum stepped out the door. It’s an unknown number.

“Will you go out with me?”