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“well good. because you’re stuck with me for tonight.” he smiled to himself, knowing joonie was a difficult man and if he did want him gone, he’d have already done it. and he certainly didn’t mind that he didn’t turn over, jinseon had expected as much. so he huffed instead, before scooting in whilst trying not to shift the bed too much. “i didn’t sneak in just to sneak out again. i’ll be quiet, i promise. i’m sleepy.” he mumbled against the older males hair, sure he’d get that sleep he wanted soon.

“great. that’s just wonderful.” he rolled his eyes but otherwise didn’t say anything. he wasn’t going to say that he was glad that jinseon had decided to come over despite their fight earlier. he wasn’t going to say that he felt better that he was there, because that wasn’t his style. he would never admit to any weakness like that. “good. just go to sleep and stop talking, you’re interrupting my sleep. and then i’ll be grumpy in the morning and you don’t want that.”

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jinseon chuckled quietly, relatively unsurprised by joonie being awake. it wasn’t like he was trying to surprise him - he’d learnt his lesson earlier already, but he just wanted to… be there, he guessed. humming, jin shook his head, staying here he was. fingers still settled in his hair, but slowly regardless. anything was better than brooding alone in his own bed. "no particular reason,” jinseon mumbled, “that was a lie. wasn’t feeling my place, kinda hoped you wouldn’t mind.”

“i do mind, but you’re already here, so that doesn’t really matter.” he shrugged his shoulders, not bothering to turn around and look at the younger male. he wasn’t still upset or mad about the whole ordeal that happened earlier, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t stubborn as hell. he wasn’t going to turn around and look at him. at least not right then and there, not in that moment. he was just being difficult. “if you’re going to stay, keep it down. i’m trying to sleep.”

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JINSEON DIDN’T MIND DISAGREEMENTS, they were often the source of mild entertainment for the turquoise haired boy. But he tried to avoid it when he could with Joonie, it never ended well, mostly for him. His earlier attempt at doing something for the other had been in vain, and had resulted in Jinseon stewing in his quiet apartment. Alone. So when the need to do something about it arises, he doesn’t fight it, for he hates this ; instead sleepily driving down to Joonies loft and letting himself in with the spare key ( though he’s sure that Joonie knows he knows where it is ). He makes a fair attempt at being quiet, padding through the open space after slipping out his slides. Joonies sleeping when he reaches the elders bed ( or at least he thinks he is, anyway ) so Jinseon wastes no time in settling atop of the covers ― though he doesn’t scoot against him ― and letting a hand lazily play with his hair.

Joonie knew that he probably overreacted earlier that night, and that the entire situation could’ve been handled with in a much better fashion, but he had a bad habit of letting his anger get the best of him, and he knew that was something he had to work on, especially if their relationship was going to work. It was something he was working on, but it took time to change such a big part of your personality. And it wasn’t like Jinseon didn’t know that that’s how he was. He would just have to deal with it until Joonie got a better hold of himself and his temper. He had been in bed for about half an hour when he heard his front door open and footsteps come down the hallway. A few seconds later there was weight dipping his mattress, and he spoke without opening his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

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swallowing hard, jinseon shakes his head. “nothing, it doesn’t matter.” though it wouldn’t be easy, dropping it seemed like the best course of action. letting out a quiet hum, he crinkles his nose before opening his mouth again. “you’re annoyed which is a reason to apologize…. but okay. i take it back.” is breathed out, eyes staring anywhere else but at him. “anyone else would’ve thought it was nice…” he trails off, laughing to himself quickly. “but you’re not any one else right? got the message though, loud and clear, no surprises… except for christmas.” another sigh escapes when the other moves, jinseon realizing just how much he hates joonie when he’s irritated. so he pulls back, balled fists shoving themselves into his coat pockets. “i, are you for real? that’s literally not the point. i thought you’d want to.” flicking the hair out of his face, he pushes forward, walking down the side walk. “come on, then.” he calls back, “i don’t want to queue.”

at this point, seok joon doesn’t want to do anything. he doesn’t want to dance or be outside or be around anyone. he’d much rather be back at his loft, alone. “if you apologized every time i was annoyed, you wouldn’t stop apologizing,” he says, his hands digging into the pockets of his jeans, stopping his feet from moving forward any further. “whatever jinseon, surprise me if you want. i really don’t care. do what you want to do, it’s not like i can stop you.” he gives him a look, his eyebrows raising. “yes, i’m for real. and it is the point - it was the point. you know what the point is now? i don’t want to go dancing. or anywhere right now. especially not with you.”

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“will you stop it?” jinseon bites, fed up of feeling bad. “i just wanted to do something for you for a change. and anyway, its.. not a secret or anything, i… okay, sorry.” the idea of going back to his place and going to bed did feel like a better idea now that joonie was annoyed. he didn’t often have to deal with him when he was like this; often managing to just about scrap past it instead. he could only hope it wouldn’t make a scene, the last thing jinseon wanted. “if you just let me surprise you,” jinseon mumbles, "i’m sorry. stop making me feel bad.” he blinks a few times, surprised that he actually stopped. joonie had an innate ability to make jin feel big and small at the same time, and as they’re stood on that sidewalk, the latter is more present. “he says as we’re bickering on the sidewalk.” jinseon frowns, shaking his head. "i guess it had to happen, learn my lesson to not surprise you next time. its okay.” taking a few steps to catch up with him, he lulls his head against joonies front. but that didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed still. “because i didn’t want to! and you’d have still got annoyed regardless. so yes. its just dancing. and then we can do whatever you’d like after. we don’t have to stay all night.”

“stop what?” joonie can’t help the eye roll that quickly follows, and he’s shaking his head. “stop apologizing. there’s nothing for you to apologize for. just because you did something i don’t like doesn’t mean that you have to apologize.” he snorts at the mumbling, crossing his arms over his chest. his irritation is quickly beginning to rise and he’s growing more and more tired with the situation as a whole. “if you didn’t try to surprise me, none of this would’ve happened. and no one’s making you feel bad, you’re making yourself feel bad.” he sighed when he felt the other’s head against him, moving to the side so that they aren’t touching anymore. “whatever. we can go and dance or whatever. doesn’t matter to me. we can dance as long as you like. you’re the one who wanted to come out dancing anyway.”

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for a passing moment, jinseon feels like a child being scolded for doing nothing more simple than trying to do something nice for his boyfriend. he realises now that he should’ve tried to do better. maybe then joonie wouldn’t have been mad. but the surprise laced in his tone the moment he mutters a simple “oh,” is far from feigned. “i’m fine, joonie. it doesn’t matter.” he was the one to drag joonies well dressed behind out, and now he was wishing they’d just stayed at home. “i was, i am just trying to do something nice. i should’ve just done nothing then right? we hadn’t done it in a while since we got together and i just… i thought it would’ve been fun.” jinseon sighs out deeply, having more or less ruined the surprise by himself after all the bother. "no,” jinseon breathes out once more as joonie is already up ahead. “i ruined it.” a pout surfaces on his lips, he just wants to hold his hand and queue up in the line. “we’re meant to be going dancing. will… you smile for me now?”

“hmm, maybe you should’ve done nothing. maybe we should’ve just stayed at home. i could’ve stayed my ass asleep instead of being dragged out somewhere that i had no inkling of. if we hadn’t done it in a while, we still have done it in the past, so that means there’s no use in keeping it a secret, now is there?” he asks with a roll of his eyes. he does feel bad for behaving like this, especially since jin’s only trying to do something nice for him, but his irritation and annoyance are rearing their ugly heads and are refusing to let him bite his tongue. “doesn’t feel like we’re having fun at all so far.” he stops when he hears jinseon say no, turning around on his heel to face him. “there was nothing for you to ruin in the first place. maybe if you would’ve just told me where we were going we could’ve avoided all of this.” he stares at him. “you went through all of this just so we can go dancing? why didn’t you say something? you acted like we were doing something out of this world spectacular.”

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jinseon figured he’d be difficult before they’d even left joonies place, so he’d tried to prepare himself for whatever the elder might throw at him. somehow getting together with joonie had given jinseon more of a backbone, towards him at least, anyway. noticing the tone, he shakes his head as his eyes crinkle. “ because you can’t just say that. its like you want me to be unable to sleep. and that’s mean. ” though a sigh escapes quickly when joonie won’t just drop it. jinseon had always wondered what it felt like to experience but would rather it be on his own terms than just because joonie isn’t getting his way. “ go on then. do it. and ruin the whole surprise, the effort in getting you here and we can just go home and pretend we enjoyed ourselves. ” jinseon quipped back sharply, shoving his hands into his pockets. “ oh good. can we just go now ? the queue will be too long if we’re any longer. ”

joonie knows that he’s a difficult person to deal with and that not a lot of people can put up with his attitude. but he’s not going to change his entire personality just to appease other people. “oh, come off it. you know i’m just fucking with you, relax.” he can’t help but roll his eyes at the other male, growing more and more frustrated with the situation. he’s considering just turning around and going back home. that sounds better than bickering with jinseon. “you wouldn’t have to worry about me ruining the surprise if there wasn’t a fucking surprise to begin with. you could’ve just told me where we’re going in the first place so we could avoid all of this. you know i hate surprises. i’ve told you that how many times before?” he doesn’t give him the chance to answer before he’s stepping around him and heading towards the direction they were walking towards before they stopped. “come on then. let’s go and get this surprise over with.”

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jinseon’s seen this little act of joonies before, and it sits on him as iffily as it normally does. jinseon would never actually do it without reason. if one of them were to do it, it was only fair to give as good as you got. so he was prepared, at least. the silence makes him uneasy for a beat, before softening when joonie reaches out. “ what kind of, ” he sighs, “ you worry me some times, joonie. ” it’s true, to an extent, anyway. “ i wouldn’t do it on purpose. guess you shouldn’t upset me then, it tends to do all sorts of things on its own sometimes. ” jinseon shrugs, feet all too ready to carry on. “ you’ll like it. trust me ? i just hope those shoes are comfortable. ”

at this point in time, joonie’s just fucking with him and trying to find things to bitch and complain about - as per usual. joonie’s not one hundred percent happy unless he’s in on everything, even things that don’t concern him. but this most definitely does, and he’s irked that jinseon’s not spilling the beans and telling him where they’re going. “worry you? why do i worry you?” he questions, his tone chalked full of innocence. “i could always do it and make it so that you don’t remember me doing it. there’s a lot of things i can do with my gift that you don’t know about.” he snorts. “i don’t wear anything that’s uncomfortable. uncomfortable or cheap.”

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jinseon had been all too aware of the scowl joonie had been donning the whole way, which made him unnecessarily tense, but he just kept reminding himself that joonie would like it when they got there. a pout creeps onto his lips at how high the number was, but it wasn’t like he was unaware that joonie wouldn’t be happy about it beforehand. a little spite settles in his stomach, though. whilst he’d always been curious joonie had never done that and jinseon hadn’t either. but if he was considering it, so might he. “ you wouldn’t. ” jinseon offers quietly, letting his hands drop from his shoulders, one pawing at his hand instead. “ you’ll just look stupid and like you’re talking to yourself otherwise… we’re literally round the corner, don’t ruin it, okay ? please ? for me. you’re supposed to enjoy it not take the surprise out of it. ”

joonie hums, considering the other male’s words. his head tilts to the side and he watches him closely. he does have a point there, a really good one, but he’s not going to say that out loud. he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s able to get one over on him. he’s silent for a few more seconds, before a smirk spreads across his face, and he reaches up his hand to gently pat it against the younger male’s face. “that may be true, but hey - you’ve got to sleep sometime, don’t you?” he asks rhetorically, before continuing on. “and when you do, i’ll just have to get you back. simple as that.” his smirk melts into a sweet smile. “let’s go see what this surprise is then, shall we?”

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jinseon liked spontaneity despite having learned early on that joonie wasn’t so keen, and did prefer having an idea of what was happening. the fact alone that he’d even agreed ( after some coercion however ) whilst knowing nothing had left jinseon excited. gifts only worked for so long when the man could buy whatever he wanted, so jinseon had settled on a nice time together, instead. he’d dragged the two of them out by eight thirty so that they could walk down instead ( and it also gave him an excuse to hold his damned hand ). once they’d reached the corner down from his hopefully secret location, jinseon stopped them, mostly to give his feet a break but to also at least give joonie a clue. hands reaching up to settle on joonies shoulders, he offers him a look, before grinning. “ on a scale of one to ten how badly do you hate me for not telling you ? would it make you feel any better if i said its only round the corner ?? ”

there was nothing that annoyed joonie more than being left out or kept in the dark. it was irritating and upsetting. he never did like being the last one to know things, and it always made him feel irked whenever someone tried to surprise him with something. he had told jinseon that at the beginning of their relationship, but it seemed as though jinseon had a thick skull and liked to ignore the things he said. he had a permanent scowl stuck on his face the entire time they were walking to his “surprise”, one that he wasn’t going to drop until they got there. and if he liked the surprise. if he didn’t like it, he would tell jinseon that he wanted to go home. “about a fifteen. i’m about five seconds away from making you tell me where you’re taking me.”

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