#im looking for a numbing cream to use for friday since im getting my elbow blasted for 4 hours

[taiyami]

People with tattoos are so annoying "It didn't even hurt!" "I have a high pain tolerance, I'm no baby" "I like the pain 😈" can you be normal. competitive suffering is so lame

[taegijae-blog]

BREAKFAST DELIVERY 6

pairing: 2jae

genre: fluff, if you squint there’s angst

word count: 2.4k

description: the school’s hottest boy im jaebum wants to get a certain boy’s number.  but the first problem is: he’s unhappy and not eating.

status: completed

note: this was originally posted on wakaba’s wattpad @/jaeholics

| part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

"BamBam, I brought Youngjae-hyung!"

"Oh! Gyeomie!" BamBam, who was wearing a cheetah print shirt and tight red pants greeted the two. Once the front door opened, the music coming from the speakers became louder. Youngjae winced slightly as he stepped indoors, taking off his shoes. He looked around the living room and was relieved to see only four or five other people walking around or sitting on the floor.

Youngjae had no idea who the other people were. They were probably in BamBam’s group of 'cool' partygoers, judging from how they talked quietly and even some were still wearing sunglasses indoors. Someone sitting on the couch with his legs crossed waved his hand at Youngjae, although he couldn't tell who it was because of the sunglasses.

"Wow...! Hyung, look at all this food!" Yugyeom suddenly called out from the dining table, staring at the various bowls of food in admiration. He stuffed some popcorn into his mouth and gestured for Youngjae to hurry and come over.

"This sure is a lot," Youngjae breathed out, holding onto his elbow.

"Aren't you going to have some?"

"...No, i—" Youngjae started, but the words written on the note popped up in his head.

more than happy to see you eat.

Youngjae grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with jelly beans. He picked up a pink-colored one and threw it in his mouth, his cheeks turning into the same pink hue as the candy. It had been a while since he'd eaten any sort of sweets.

Too bad he didn't realize Im Jaebum was watching him from the crowd, sighing over his cuteness.

"Hyung, hyung, come meet these guys!" BamBam ushered Youngjae to the living room where three others were sitting on the couch, seeming much older than the both of them.

"This is Rap Mon, Def Soul, and S.Coups," BamBam named one-by-one as he pointed to the corresponding person sitting on the couch. Youngjae looked at the three and then back at his friend as though he was crazy. He did just name extremely odd titles for each of them, after all. "They're just artist names. They don't want me to reveal their real names apparently."

"Hey."

"Hi."

Each one of them sat in a way that made Youngjae feel intimidated and want to sink into the carpet beneath him. The one that caught his attention the most was the guy in the middle, apparently known as 'Def Soul.' He was wearing sunglasses for whatever reason and had at least six piercings in his ears. curling his lips into an unexpectedly friendly smile, 'Def Soul' waved his hand to Youngjae. He hesitantly waved back and also bowed his head politely.

"Yugyeomie, can you turn the music down a bit?" BamBam asked. Diligently, the tall maknae went over to the speakers and turned the volume down. Youngjae sat on the carpet while hugging his knees, being sure to be close to Yugyeom who had returned from his trip to the speakers.

"Hey Def Soul, this is your jam, isn't it?" Rap Mon snickered while elbowing his friend. tThe song playing was “Touch My Body” by Sistar, and S.Coups laughed loudly while clapping his hands. As someone who was considered the master of girl group dances, BamBam immediately stood up and started over-exaggeratedly dancing to it.

Def Soul eventually sang to the song despite seeming to regret every second of it. What surprised Youngjae the most was how amazing his singing voice is. The rather high pitched tone was such a gap from his deeper voice when talking, and Youngjae felt that was strangely attractive.

"God, BamBam. Why are your legs the same size as my arms?" S.Coups said with a groan while watching him dance and wiggle his legs around. Everyone in the room sort of groaned, too, probably thinking the exact same thing.

"What are your secrets? I want to be less fat than I already am," he remarked while rolling his eyes, taking ahold of his own thigh and visually comparing with BamBam's sticks. Youngjae's grasp around his knees tightened uncomfortably as he stared at his own legs.

Fat?

Suddenly, his head was feeling dizzy. He had just remembered something unpleasant whispered to him—

"Choi Youngjae, you still have baby fat from primary school?"

"You fat manchild."

"No one likes fat kids like you."

Knocking over the cup of jelly beans, Youngjae made a run for it to the bathroom. Both BamBam and Yugyeom looked confused, the taller deciding to follow him. The bathroom door was locked shut by the time he caught up to Youngjae.

"Youngjae-hyung?" Yugyeom knocked on the door. "Are you okay? Do you have an emergency?"

"Go away," Youngjae replied, his voice muffled presumably because he was hiding his face. He didn't want to hear any of his friends take pity on him. He wanted to lay on the cold bathroom floor until the next morning.

From behind the door, he could hear someone else's footsteps and whispers that he couldn’t understand properly. One of them left, and Youngjae shut his eyes, believing it was BamBam here to persuade him out the bathroom.

But it wasn't?

"Hey," an unexpectedly low voice called out from the other side of the door, causing Youngjae to look up in alert. His breathing became a bit heavier in embarrassment, realizing that it was one of those guys with artist names. Meanwhile, Jaebum was leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I'm glad to see that you finally ate."

Youngjae's eyes widened when hearing so. The note he received that day at school appeared in his mind again; it mentioned how the writer might see him at BamBam's party. Was that the person who would always notice and care about how he was doing during lunch? He wanted to burst the door open and finally find out who the culprit was, but his legs were numb. Hootsteps headed away from the bathroom, indicating that person was already leaving.

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It took another minute for Youngjae to finally muster up his courage to come out of his hiding spot. He looked horrible, with his nose tinted red and his eyes dark as if from lack of sleep. Once he was back in the living room, he could see that everyone was still sitting in their original positions. He had no idea who the person was. He could simply ask, but he found that to be embarrassing for himself.

"Hyung, are you alright? Do you want to stay the night here?" BamBam asked, his voice laced with concern. Youngjae's eyes wavered to the three on the couch, especially to the one wearing sunglasses. He was sitting with his legs spread wide, both elbows resting on top of his thighs. Most noticeable of all, he was looking directly at Youngjae—at least it seemed like it, though he didn't know for sure because of the shades.

"...Is it Friday?" Youngjae asked, dazed. Yugyeom nodded his head. "I'll stay, then." He took his spot beside Yugyeom again. Having a friend who was almost two meters tall felt comforting sometimes. 'Def Soul' went to the kitchen in order to grab a drink of soda for himself.

On his trip back, though, he was holding two cups. Youngjae didn't notice at first, but 'Def Soul' placed a full cup of jelly beans next to him before sitting back down on the couch.

Youngjae shyly opened his mouth to thank him for the snack until 'Def Soul' put an index finger to his own lips to make a shushing gesture.

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It was around midnight, and Youngjae was still wide awake.

The spare bed that he was offered to sleep on for the night smelled a lot like BamBam, and he didn't know how to feel about it.

Every time he closed his eyes in attempt to sleep, he would think about what had happened that day. His mind refused to fall unconscious until it had its curiosity had been fulfilled. Youngjae's legs hung over the side of the bed before he walked out the dark room and to the living room.

"BamBam?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, hyung?" the other's eyes blinked. Youngjae took the spot next to his friend and stared at his lap. BamBam wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Who were those three guys?"

"The three dudes on the couch? I met them at a studio sometime last year. I was just walking around to find Yugyeomie when they told me to freestyle rap out of nowhere. I guess they liked it," he explained with a casual shrug. "Why? You have a crush on one of them?"

Youngjae immediately shook his head, making an x sign with his arms. "I don't even know their names. Their real names."

"Well, that's a shame." BamBam made a face shrug this time. "Def Soul seemed to be really worried about you. I think you guys would be a nice couple."

He rolled his eyes at that, although he was a tiny bit flustered. Despite having no clue what Def Soul even looked like—he could be a shady old man for all Youngjae knew—the idea of dating him was something he found appealing. The minutiae of him smiling welcomingly or getting him a new cup of candy felt oddly attractive to Youngjae. Is it really possible for someone to be so handsome at heart?

"I'll go sleep now," Youngjae said while patting his friend's head affectionately.

"Sleep tight, Jaejae-hyung." BamBam grinned and dabbed. "Wanna hang out with us tomorrow? We're planning to go out for some ice cream."

"With the, uh... guys whose names I don't know?"

"Yeah. You should come with us."

Youngjae waved his hand as he disappeared down the hallway, putting up a cool act. Once he was out of BamBam's radar of sight, his cheeks flushed bright pink as he plopped down on the bed.

Why did he keep thinking about how he wanted it to be a date?

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"Snzz... zzzzzz..."

"Oh my god, hyung. can you at least stay awake for one hour?" BamBam said with a sigh, making sure to drive responsibly by keeping his eyes on the road. "You sleep even worse than my sister does."

Youngjae sank into his seat even more, nodding his head to the song currently playing in the car.

A few minutes later, the two arrived at the shopping mall that held the promised ice cream store. since it was a saturday morning, there were quite a lot of people walking around. They eventually met up with the rest of the group, but there was one fewer person than Youngjae had remembered there to be.

"Where's Scoops?" BamBam asked while rolling up his sleeves. Youngjae turned to the other direction in order to sneeze briefly, and he swore someone said 'bless you' quietly.

"His girlfriend or something just snatched him away on our way here. I tried telling him bros before hoes but, you know," Rap Mon shrugged his shoulders as he explained. Suddenly, BamBam dashed up to the taller's side and whispered something into his ear. The other slowly nodded his chin in agreement as Youngjae feared what would happen soon.

"Hyung and I are going to look at some clothes," BamBam said with a wink towards Youngjae, whose ears were almost pink. "You two should wait at the ice cream place until we're done! Bye!" The Thai boy shouted while waving his arm, already heading off to search for a boutique of some sort. Left speechless, Youngjae gazed at the two snickering as they strolled away.

"You gonna come or not?" A low voice called out to him, causing him to freeze in surprise. The culprit was Def Soul, whom he admittedly didn't notice until just now since he was so quiet. Youngjae nodded meekly and caught up to him, awkwardly walking besides him.

Im Jaebum was satisfied with himself—he had his boy crush almost literally clinging onto him.

"Do you have an eating disorder?" Def Soul asked out of nowhere, keeping his voice down knowing it was a sensitive topic. Ever so coolly, he stuffed his hands into his ripped jeans pockets and looked forward. He wore a baggy, beige turtleneck sweater which seemed to conceal his identity even more. Youngjae bit on his lower lip.

"I... um..." His hand, covered completely by his hoodie's sleeve, lifted up to cover his mouth. It was a subconscious sign that he didn't want to talk about it. Somehow, the various people walking by were shooting judgmental glares at Youngjae—well, at least they were in his mind. Again, just like the night before's party, his breathing was becoming rushed and he felt as if he was suffocating.

That suffocating feeling went straight away once Def Soul put his arm around his shoulders.

"It's alright," he whispered and continued to casually stroll down the hall. The ice cream shop was nearby already as the red hue spread across Youngjae's cheeks never disappeared. Def Soul's arm left the younger's shoulders and disappointingly took the warmth from his skin. He opened the door for Youngjae, who couldn't bear to look at him directly as he walked in.

Def Soul patted Youngjae's arm and pointed to an empty table before approaching it, sitting down with a sigh. Although it resembled a date too much, Youngjae knew he'd have to sit across from him to avoid making things even more awkward. His hands were folded politely in his lap.

"I'll go order something. What do you want to get?" Def Soul asked, pushing up his sunglasses.

"...Vanilla ice cream," Youngjae requested without looking up from his lap. Nodding, Def Soul stepped to the counter while staring at the menu. A few people sitting in the shop had their gaze fixed on the rare sight of a celebrity-like customer.

Youngjae hid behind the table and his cheeks became even more flushed. He realized that he didn't hand Def Soul any money to pay for his food. Meekly, he peered over to the male ordering the ice cream for him.

Why is he fine with paying for him?

Why is so nice to him in the first place?

Something about that subtle kindness was so familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.