#2jae fluff

[jayfinn]

Youngjae, holding a large box: What would you say if i came back home one day with 6 kittens?

Jb: What's in the box?

Youngjae:

JB: Youngjae, what's in the box?

Youngjae: I think you know

[jejuboy-hak]

Wow don’t you just love boyfriends?

[wangsbirdie]

Where we should be

Pairing: 2jae (Jaebum x Youngjae)

Word count: 5129

Tags: one-shot, angst, fluff, smut, rated M

Jaebum realizes how painful sleeping next to Youngjae is, Youngjae doesn’t.

“Hyung?”

“…yes Youngjae?”

Youngjae’s fingertips are tingling, he wants to tug on Jaebum’s shirt, but it’s not there, the older boy is only wearing his underwear, and it feels like he shouldn’t hold onto his bare skin. Youngjae really doesn’t know where all his boldness comes from.

“Can you hug me please?”

Jaebum is breathing slowly, alcohol clogging his tired brain.

“I know it’s been a while since we debuted but sometimes I still feel like I’m behind, like I’m the last, useless wheel”, Youngjae says, sniffing. His head is resting on Jaebum’s pillow and the leader doesn’t know when the boy turned around, but he can feel his breath gently fanning on his own neck.

A drunk Youngjae is extremely dangerous, that’s what Jaebum thinks. But he’s not sober enough to have a proper, clear thought or he would have to question himself: ‘Why Jaebum, why dangerous? He’s your sweet little talented brother…’.

Yet when Youngjae shifts around a bit he feels it with his whole body, and he wonders why for a fraction of a second.

“Feels like I’m not good enough because I came here later”.

Youngjae is spurting nonsense, that’s what he’s doing, because he’s way more than useful and he should know that by now. So Jaebum tells him. Or he tells him something similar.

“You’re perfect and we would be nothing without your voice and your face and your talent” he slurs, not completely sure of what he’s saying. “I would be nothing without you”.

Youngjae stiffens but Jaebum doesn’t notice. He’s in that place half here, half already asleep, and in the middle there’s the alcohol speaking.

“You’re valuable Jae, I just wish you’d see it”.

That’s when Jaebum feels two hands on his t-shirt, pulling at it, and Youngjae is silently crying but even in the dark Jaebum can see he’s smiling too.

“Thanks hyung”.

Youngjae gently kisses the side of Jaebum’s mouth, warm humid lips on his chapped ones, and he smells of soju and spicy food and for an incredibly long second the world stops. There are only lips and those two hands tugging at his shirt and a huge epiphany.

Before Jaebum can even comprehend what happened, Youngjae has let his head fall on the pillow again and has let the alcohol take him over. He’ll sleep in no time, quite drunk and completely unaware of the huge change he just brought to his older friend’s life.

Jaebum didn’t move an inch but he’s sweating profusely, and his eyes are wide open. Youngjae is still too close, it’s too much, he can’t take this. The kid kissed him.

Maybe he’s not even aware of what he did, maybe he acted like a drunk little brother, a bit too affectionate for his own good.

But Youngjae kissed him, on his lips.

Jaebum wants to scream. Instead, he settles for waiting till Youngjae is sound asleep, and turns around so he at least doesn’t have to keep his gorgeous face close. He won’t sleep anyway.

The morning after Youngjae leaves for his hometown very early, Jaebum has a hard time waking him up. The kid doesn’t look like he remembers what happened, what he did, and that doesn’t surprise Jaebum: he looked pretty out of it the night before. That doesn’t mean everything is ok, though.

It’s the first day of vacation, their planned pause from any schedule for ten days, but Jaebum won’t leave yet, so he’s alone with their manager in the dorm. He decides he will spend the next few days on his knees, begging for that one thing that could save him right now, that one thing that could let him keep his mental sanity and avoid a situation that could be a threat for the group as a whole.

When Youngjae comes back to the dorm he is happy and relaxed, and everything crumbles down as soon as he enters the room he’s sharing with his leader. On the side where their shared mattress used to be now there’s a bunk bed, it’s new and it already has new sheets on and their pillows and their stuff. But the point is, it’s not a mattress, it’s not on the floor, it doesn’t have only one blanket and Youngjae doesn’t understand why his heart feels heavy and why his tummy feels upset. Jaebum enters right behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Youngjae doesn’t feel how much the hand is shaking or that it’s slightly sweaty.

“Are you happy Jae??” Jaebum asks. “We’ll be comfortable from now on” he adds with a smile.

Youngjae doesn’t answer because how is he supposed to tell Jaebum that the most comfortable he’s ever felt is in his arms? He can’t even make sense of what he’s thinking, he feels like he shouldn’t be so upset that they now have real beds.

Jaebum on the other hand is almost nauseous, he feels like he’s tricking his little brother, he feels like he’s finding an easy way out…but out of what? Maybe Youngjae doesn’t even remember the kiss…hell, even Jaebum should just consider it something born from alcohol and forget it.

Jaebum stays nervous the whole day, Youngjae plays around on his new bed trying to hide from anyone, and the other boys are just worried and confused.

It’s not like Youngjae doesn’t try to go sleep with his leader anymore. There are nights when he feels too lonely in his single bed, so lonely that not even double blankets can keep him warm. While Jaebum’s body works just fine.

But while Youngjae is oblivious about the reason why he needs physical affection from his friend, to Jaebum sleeping with the younger boy is a torture made of a soft body, sleepy groans and warm breath on his neck every time Youngjae turns around in his sleep. Jaebum cannot hold him as he used to do anymore, it feels weird, it feels as if he’s doing something he should not. So he fights with himself every time Youngjae feels alone or cold, and keeps his hands for himself. Which is something that only works for him, because a sleeping Youngjae can be clingy. And boy, do Jaebum likes clingy…

The weather starts getting hotter as the weeks pass by, and Youngjae starts suffering in that small place without air conditioning. He often sleeps in their manager’s room and on the couch in the living room, inside the maknaes’ room, but keeps coming back for his hyung when he’s lonely and too tired to fight with himself or to ask himself why does he feel the need to keep him close, of being held even when it’s so hot that both of them are sweating.

“Hyung?”

“…yes Youngjae?”

The window in the room is closed or bugs would come in, yet they can still hear the voices of people partying on a balcony, in an apartment a few floors down. In a weird way, the music and the laughs make the two boys feel even lonelier. They’re lying together in Jaebum’s bed despite the hot weather and it’s all due to how weak the older is for Youngjae needy pleads.

Youngjae’s fingertips are tingling, he wants to tug on Jaebum’s shirt, but it’s not there, the older boy is only wearing his underwear, and it feels like he shouldn’t hold onto his bare skin. Youngjae really doesn’t know where all his boldness comes from.

“Can you hug me please?” he asks, breath fanning on Jaebum’s collarbones, hands clutched on his t-shirt so there’s no risk of touching his hyung’s naked chest.

Jaebum holds his breath and opens his eyes in the dark of the room. The faint light coming from outside lets him see Youngjae, hands on his own chest, eyes closed, biting his lower lip nervously. Jaebum sighs and hugs the boy, enveloping him in his strong arms, forcing him to get so close that his face hits his naked chest. That’s what makes Jaebum go crazy: even though they’re the same height, when they lay beside each other Youngjae always goes a little lower and his head ends up in the hollow of Jaebum’s neck.

Youngjae gasps but doesn’t move, and lets Jaebum close his arms around his back; he slowly put his nose on Jaebum’s skin and the tingle is there again. And they both don’t care about the sweat and the air that is becoming too hot between them. Youngjae only cares about the skin he can feel on himself and under the hands he’s now shyly laying on his hyung’s chest. Jaebum only cares about his racing heartbeat and how sure he is Youngjae can feel it, even hear it probably. What if he notices? What if he gets scared? What if he brings it up and everything changes? Jaebum almost wishes for that, until the younger boy between his arms sighs in his sleep and shifts a bit, a knee touching his thigh, the tip of a nail on his chest…

No, he can’t. He’s not strong enough to resist this.

Jaebum breaks the hug and stands up, waking up the boy lying on his bed, grabbing the first pair of shorts he can recognize in the dark, and leaves the room mumbling about how it’s too hot to sleep.

Youngjae spends the next month asking himself if he did something wrong.

The other boys notice something, in Youngjae’s sulky face and in his silences. But it’s Mark who knows more. Mark who’s there when Youngjae lets slip that he thinks his hyung doesn’t love him anymore. Mark who wants to adopt a dog with him, Mark who suggests moving in the same room now that his and Jackson’s one is basically abandoned because of a bug invasion.

Jaebum sees everything, because even if he can force himself to keep his hands away from the boy, he cannot keep his eyes away from him. He sees, and he hopes that being Mark the oldest he will help Youngjae grow a bit further from the love for his leader. Of course his insides scream jealousy, pain, fear, rage but he shuts them up for the sake of his mental sanity.

They haven’t been sleeping together for a while now. Fans are already used to the new rooms arrangement and often joke about it. Jackson is a difficult roommate but Jaebum doesn’t mind being swarmed with questions and endless chats, at least he can keep his mind occupied on something that is not that feeling of longing that doesn’t seem to ever go away.

Youngjae likes the new arrangement, but Mark is no substitute to Jaebum. Mark is trying, though, you could say that. He’s trying to take Youngjae under his wing, he decided to help him getting better at English and he is good at listening when the younger boy needs to talk. He sees the jealousy in his leader’s eyes every time they joke around a bit more, and one night he also witnesses Youngjae coming back from Jaebum’s room after trying to go sleep there. Youngjae knows Mark is awake, but he doesn’t ask him if they can sleep together and cuddle. Mark almost wants to go slap some sanity in Jaebum but he has a feeling that boy is scared by intimacy with Youngjae and, he might know why, he thinks while the younger boy sniffs in his bed, trying to muffle the sounds his few tears are making.

On the outside, they look like nothing is going on and nothing ever changed between them. Which is something that makes Youngjae go crazy, because he knows there’s something wrong. Jaebum always tries to get close to him when they’re in public, even during broadcasts, takes his hand when they win with their new song, doesn’t shy away when it’s Youngjae initiating the physical contact. But at night, even though Jackson often sleeps outside because of personal schedules, Jaebum never lets the boy sleep with him. There are always new stupid excuses.

“It’s too hot Jae-ah!”

(Right, it wasn’t too hot the year before, taking off clothes was enough)

“I’m too tired, you would keep me up”

(Didn’t he tell him he slept better hugging him?)

“If you sleep here Coco will wake us up tomorrow morning because she misses you”

Youngjae stops trying the night he realizes Jaebum is pretending to be asleep. He’s clearly still awake, he can hear his breath and him turning around quickly when Youngjae gets into the room.

“Ok then”, he whispers leaving the room. And both of them have no idea of how broken the other’s heart is in that moment.

From then on Youngjae cannot keep acting like nothing is wrong, not even in public. He doesn’t try to get close to his leader as much as he used to, he ignores him, politely, but still. And when they’re home, he doesn’t even talk to him, smiles to everyone but Jaebum, and he’s aware that he’s being obvious and everyone else will catch on sooner or later, but he doesn’t care. Maybe he wants them to catch on. Maybe he needs the whole world to see what’s happening, that his hyung doesn’t love him anymore, that he used to look at him as if he was the whole world and now…..oh.

When Youngjae fully realizes where his thoughts are going and why he misses his hyung’s attention and hugs so much, he needs to sit down because his legs could give up. He stares at the mirror in the bathroom, droplets falling down everywhere, he breathes in really deep and keep it in until it burns and then everything is clear as the day and he stands up and runs into the living room completely naked and Yugyeom sputters his juice on Bambam’s plate.

Now it’s not a matter of ignoring Jaebum as a cry for attention, he has to do it because the mere presence of him in the same room makes his heart flutters in his stomach (or was it butterflies) and the huge risk is to blush and stutter if he has to talk to him. The result is a mess, because now he’s even more aware of everything Jaebum says or does, of every laugh and every smile, of the questioning and pained looks the older boy sends him very often, and everybody would recognize the pure fear in his eyes when he stumbles upon his leader getting out of the bathroom once, only a towel around his hips.

Youngjae coughs and runs for his life.

Jaebum thinks he has completely lost the boy.

He’s not about to go down without a fight though, which is why he’s now waiting for the perfect moment to corner the kid and ask him why the hell he’s ignoring him. Because he is, there’s no doubt about it and Jaebum cannot stand this anymore. He ignored his feelings for the sake of the group (and because he’s a coward, alright), but now it looks like the peace inside their little family is being shattered down by their situation, and a good leader cannot let that happen.

Everything is easier in theory, of course, and Jaebum realizes for the first time that being able to be alone with one of the members on purpose is not an easy task, even less when said member is avoiding you at all costs. There’s either Mark around, checking him with a wary look, or there’s Jinyoung with an arm around Youngjae’s shoulders, or Jackson is pulling him inside their shared room because he needs to sleep hugging someone that night (Jaebum fights him off until the younger boy goes to Jinyoung whining).

Their packed schedule and his inability of speaking privately with Youngjae almost make him go crazy one morning behind the scenes of a show, when they’re getting ready to go on stage and record their live performance. Jaebum lashes out on the members without a valid reason, then sighs loudly and apologizes to them, especially Yugyeom, who just offers him a weak smile, patient and understanding as always. The others don’t say anything, but Youngjae feels guilty as he looks away and hums his lines under his breath.

They come back to their dorm earlier, that day, and Jaebum calls dibs on the shower first, ignoring a very sweaty and very annoyed Jackson. He needs to wash away his stress and frustration with steaming hot water, and hopefully he will be able to ditch dinner and go sleep on his problems.

Jackson doesn’t insist a lot when he finds out Jaebum is not going out with them all. He just sighs softly.

“Eat something from the fridge then, we won’t be home for a while”.

Jaebum hums and goes back to his phone. He has towel dried his hair and he decided lying on his bed would be the best option for the night, to sort his thoughts out and not be forced into talking to any of the other members.

After around half an hour since Jackson left the room, he starts feeling hungry enough to stand up and leave the comfort and isolation of his bed to reach the kitchen to look for leftovers. He leaves his room barefoot, and enters the small kitchen scratching his stomach next to his bellybutton under the old grey tank top, sweater pants hanging low on his hipbones. Not exactly the best attire you want to be in when destiny decides you have to stumble upon your crush in the only moment you were not trying to corner them.

Not that his crush is in much better conditions. Youngjae is standing with his back facing the kitchen counter, his hair still slightly damp and a few locks sticking to his forehead, the look of a deer caught in daylights, and an oversized white t-shirt hanging weirdly on his shoulders. Nothing else. Oh, yeah, he was also holding a box of cereals that he dropped on the floor as soon as Jaebum stepped inside. Jaebum widens his eyes in shock and stops on his tracks.

“You’re here? I thought you all went out to eat”, he asks, desperately trying to keep his eyes away from those gorgeous thighs the boy is showing.

Youngjae gulps and cannot stop the deep blush that is covering his face. He didn’t know Jaebum was still there or he would have locked himself in his room, and most of all he would have put on something instead of coming out wearing almost nothing after the shower. The boy looks away and crouches to grab the box that fell, puts it on the counter and without saying a word he tries to walk past Jaebum to hide inside his room. He doesn’t like this, he doesn’t want to be alone at home with him, anything but-

“Wait Jae”.

Jaebum stopped him holding his arms, he couldn’t have avoided him. He’s so close now that Youngjae swears he’ll go completely crazy in no time if the older boy doesn’t let him go.

“Why are you ignoring me?”. The question doesn’t come as a big surprise for him, he knew he would have noticed and he knew he would have asked. It doesn’t mean he won’t try to dodge it anyway.

“I’m not ignoring you, hyung”, he answers, trying to pull his arms away from Jaebum’s hold. Their leader might have relatively small hands but they’re strong, Youngjae curses mentally as he fails another attempt at freeing himself. This is becoming ridiculous.

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s happening”, Jaebum insists, slowly pushing Youngjae against the fridge’s door, blocking him so he won’t be able to run away this time. Jaebum is being optimistic this time, there is no one around to save the younger boy, no one to hide him, no one to distract him, no one that needs attention. He wants to get this right once and for all.

Youngjae gulps and shakes his head. “It’s nothing, I’m ok, I’m not ignoring you”. But the blush and the nervousness in his voice betray him.

Jaebum pushes more. He doesn’t want to scare him but if this is the only way to make him talk, he’ll do it, he’ll ignore how gorgeous Youngjae looks, how much he missed having him this close and make him talk for the sake of their group.

“Jae, answer me, I’m tired of this atmosphere, ok? I’m so tired! Tell me what did I do to you, tell me what is wrong!”, he almost screams. For a second he sees a light in Youngjae’s eyes and he fears he might have scared the kid, but then…

“You don’t love me anymore!”

There, Youngjae shouted, he cannot go back now. He hopes his eyes tell Jaebum how pissed he is and not just how hurt and sad and scared. Jaebum looks shocked; he loosens the hold on his arms and bit and Youngjae could run to his room, but now that he said it he wants answers.

“Why won’t you sleep with me anymore?”, he asks, voice small and eyes avoiding Jaebum.

Jaebum looks even more surprised if possible, eyes wide, a pink colour to his cheeks and nose and ears, and he lets his forehead rest on Youngjae’s shoulders, his hands now just gently caressing his younger friend’s ones instead of holding him in place. Youngjae holds his breath, the closeness with the boy he has feelings for too much for him. He can see his nape and his beautiful shoulders right under his eyes, he can hear perfectly the small sigh his leader makes before moving his face closer.

Jaebum inhales deeply and closes his eyes, his face in the curve of Youngjae’s neck but without touching his skin. “I cannot sleep with you because of this”, he whispers, his voice low and rough because of nervousness, his thumbs now resting on Youngjae’s soft skin, caressing it absentmindedly.

Youngjae stiffens. Jaebum’s body is really close, they have never been this close outside the privacy of their shared bed and even then, well, it was a different context. They’re standing inside their kitchen right now, where everybody could see them. Jaebum breathes deeply again and softly nudges Youngjae’s neck with his nose, pressing it there. His lips move so close to him than the boy has to suppress a whine.

“And because of this”, Jaebum continues, gently getting close with his body, his own heart speeding so much he fears it might explode. He feels how nervous Youngjae is under his hands but the boy is not pushing him away. “And this”, he adds as he boldly kisses Youngjae right where his shoulder becomes neck.

Youngjae wants to scream, to ask him a thousand questions, but he’s scared, he fears it might ruin the moment, he fears his leader’s lips will never be on him again. So he just does his best to breathe and doesn’t move an inch.

“Sleeping with you gives me thoughts I shouldn’t have”, continues Jaebum whispering, his breath on the other boy’s skin. They both don’t move for a while, nothing seems to be moving, not the clock on the wall, not the cars down in the street, not the kitchen appliances. Youngjae breaks the silence because he feels he might explode if no one talks or moves.

It’s just a murmured “Hyung…”, a tiny, tiny plea, but it has Jaebum breathing deeply and pressing his lips on the younger’s neck again, this time with more resolve, less inhibition.

He nibbles and gently bites at the skin, his fingers creating small crescent moons on Youngjae’s arms where he’s holding him, and when he licks the side of his neck with a wet, warm and curious tongue Youngjae cannot stop the very sexual moan that escapes his lips.

Jaebum freezes and immediately pushes himself away from the younger boy, as if only then realizing what he was actually doing. The sight in front of him is better than any fantasy he has indulged in till then: Youngjae is leaning back on the fridge, cheeks and ears flushed, his lower lip swollen where he has been biting it, and a slight pink tint on his skin where Jaebum’s lips have worked. The only thing he’s wearing is that large t-shirt that now is hanging even more weirdly, showing off his beautiful collarbones. Jaebum can vaguely see the black hem of Youngjae’s underwear, and after that it’s all soft thighs, knees, round calves and he wants to bite and kiss every inch of it.

“I thought you hated me”.

Youngjae’s soft, surprised voice brings him backs to reality. He chuckles and smiles sadly.

“How could I hate you”, he answers, and he looks like he cannot believe what Youngjae has just implied. “I love you so much”.

Youngjae is on him in the blink of an eye, hands pulling at his tank top and lips hungrily crashing onto his own, his kiss trying to convey all his desperation and frustration and love and Jaebum is overwhelmed and for a few seconds he just lets the other eat him, his hands resting on the small back of the younger. Their kissing is heated and rushed and probably sloppy, but they couldn’t care less. Youngjae keeps Jaebum in place to brush his lips gently over the other boy’s cheek.

“Do you really love me Jaebum-hyung?”, he asks, hope so visible in his eyes that Jaebum wants to cry, very aware of what kind of suffering he put the younger into. He reaches out and grabs Youngjae’s hand, squeezing it.

“I’ll show you how much”, he answers, and pulls him in the room that was once theirs.

The door gets locked behind them and both are so focused on the other that it doesn’t matter anymore who closed it, who took off Youngjae’s t-shirt, who is now sucking on whose neck, who just pulled the other on the bottom bed. They just fall on it, fingers interlocked, lips on lips, lips on skin, heavy breaths and muffled moans. Jaebum explores every inch of Youngjae’s almost naked body with both his hands and his mouth, almost surprised at how Youngjae seems way less shy that he thought he would be. He’s needy though, that is so obvious, and it makes Jaebum’s pride swell as he promises himself he’ll do anything to satisfy the boy.

“Ah, hyung- fuck!”

A particularly loud moan becomes a curse when Jaebum’s teeth lock around Youngjae’s nipple and gently pull, sucking on it immediately after to soothe the pain. Jaebum chuckles and kiss his way down the boy’s chest, Youngjae’s hand holding onto his hair for dear life: the boy’s breath quickens even more when Jaebum pulls down his boxers, gently licking on his tummy while smiling up at him.

Youngjae giggles, only to stop and curse again as he feels Jaebum’s lips on his already hard cock. Youngjae is as loud as Jaebum had imagined, and of course he loves it, but he has to suppress a laugh and the need to shut him up when the boy almost screams because Jaebum has swallowed on his member.

It’s an adrenaline rush, though, both being with Youngjae and being able to make him lose it so quickly. Youngjae is already a mess, and Jaebum stops sucking him when he fears the boy will come too soon. He climbs up again and reaches for his drawer while kissing him, and Youngjae almost jumps when he feels the cold of the lube coating his sensitive cock. Youngjae’s never done this.

Their bodies move so perfectly one on the other, every inch of skin touching is pure pleasure, their hands roam around, Youngjae’s hands pulling on Jaebum’s hair and hips, Jaebum’s ones cupping the other boy’s face and holding both their dicks together. This close, sight is not important anymore. There are sounds, of slick lube, of skin on skin, of clean sheets and the mattress moving under their weight, of moans and whines and soft curses, and there’s the sound of Jaebum repeating ‘I love you’ everywhere on Youngjae’s body. It’s messy and rushed and there are probably a thousand ways to do it better, but it’s them and nothing else matters. Not the fact that the others could come back any moment and find a locked room and two members missing, not the fact that what they’re doing will complicate the group dynamics for sure.

It’s not just that Youngjae is so hard to resist, thinks Jaebum while sucking a particularly big hickey on the boy’s collarbone, or that living together made their feelings grow much more than they would have in another context. It’s also that now he found a way to place his feelings for the younger, and he wants to show him how he feels every day from now on.

Youngjae comes with a loud moan that Jaebum shushes by kissing him, his hand gently jerking him off until the younger boy stops panting because of his orgasm and starts whining because he’s becoming too sensitive. He grabs his hyung’s dick with both his hands and stares at Jaebum with a sluggish, pleasured look that has the older one grind down feverishly until he comes too, making a mess on Youngjae’s stomach and chest. He slumps down on him breathing hard, still riding his high, and when he opens his eyes again Youngjae is licking off cum from his own hand with a smug and satisfied look: Jaebum snorts on his neck and both take a few minutes to breathe and realize what just happened.

Jaebum groans but manages to stand up even though he would just want to fall asleep while hugging Youngjae, the cum sticking their chests together almost drying up, earning a loud “EW!” and a lot of giggles from Youngjae. He cleans both of them with his tank top and a few wet wipes, unlocks the door and slides back inside his bed.

“Hyung…clothes”, whines Youngjae, almost falling asleep.

Jaebum groans and holds the boy tighter, and Youngjae finds his childish behavior so endearing that he lets him do it and just smiles as he feels him putting his chin on his shoulder. If they were just a little less tired and a little less satisfied maybe they would worry about the big chance of Jackson finding them hugging naked the next morning, but right now they are just quickly sliding into deep sleep.

“Jaebum-hyung…?”

Jaebum kisses Youngjae’s neck gently and shifts a bit, resting his knees behind the boy’s plump and soft legs. “Yeah baby?”

Youngjae blushes in the dark and smiles, a step away from falling asleep.

“I love you too”, he whispers. And Jaebum hums on his neck and holds him even tighter and he feels as if it’s just after they debuted again, and everything is exactly where it should be.

[jnughoesok-blog]

I'm back babes

[taegijae-blog]

BREAKFAST DELIVERY 12

pairing: 2jae

genre: fluff, if you squint there’s angst

word count: 3k

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

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"Youngjae..." Jaebum had carried the freezing and shocked Youngjae over to a sunny spot behind the gym, a place where teachers usually never visit. Youngjae's eyes seemed sleepy as he shivered, Jaebum locking his arms around his body to preserve warmth. Both of their backpacks were also there. After Jaebum had burst out of classroom without saying anything to his teacher, he had found Youngjae's backpack thrown in the hallway. Carrying both of them, he’d run straight to the pool. That was his story up to the point where he found Youngjae being pulled dangerously close to the diving pool, and where his anger rose up to impossible levels. At least he was okay now. "Hyung..." Youngjae called out softly, coughing a few times. "You were the one who saved me, weren't you...?" Jaebum nodded. He brought Youngjae closer, leaning against one of the warehouses for sports equipment. "Yeah." Something made Jaebum's eyes blink, glistening ever so brightly. It was Youngjae's smiling face, staring up at the elder. "Thank you. Thank you so much." Shocked frozen for a second, Jaebum eventually returned a smile for the other in his arms. "No problem, Youngjae." He leaned down to nuzzle his face into the other's neck, breathing softly. "I'm sorry for yelling at you and slapping you. I really am," Youngjae said out of nowhere, sighing as he exclaimed so. He shifted his body so that he'd be even closer to Jaebum, feeling the comforting warmth of him. "I was just so... confused. I was scared at myself for being so mad that I guess I...tried to avoid you for a bit." "Mhm," Jaebum murmured, sighing into the soft and slightly wet skin. "I understand. I knew I should've told you earlier, but I was too dense to realize what it was doing to you." "It's okay." Youngjae was staring blankly at the scenery in front of them: cement, tall wire fences, and a few trees. "It really is alright. I've come to realize that I love the person called Def Soul' and that you are Def Soul. and how, by that logic, I love you." Youngjae peered up in order to look at Jaebum. "Jaebummie-hyung. It's always been you, hasn't it?" Although Jaebum was speechless for a second or two, he started to laugh softly. He loved this kid called Choi Youngjae. "I guess so." Jaebum reached over for his backpack and unzipped it, taking out something. "What's that?" Jaebum grinned to himself as he took out the small bag of homemade cookies. He opened it, taking one of the treats out and holding it between two fingers. "Have you eaten breakfast? Did you bring a lunch? If not..." Jaebum said in a singsong tone, pouting his lips in a rather cute way. "...Think about me, and then... eat." He stuffed the cookie into Youngjae's mouth. Chewing on it, the other giggled softly. "Thanks," he said as crumbs fell from his lips. "Hey," he whistled quietly. "Did you know that I used to be called fat constantly by these girls?" Jaebum's happy expression immediately dropped to a frown. "What? Who?" "I don't know." For some reason, the smile on Youngjae's face never faded away. "They just did for fun, I guess. They would come up to me during lunch especially and just whisper 'hey fatso.' So I thought about it a lot and decided that maybe I am fat. I didn't like how they would pick on me so I looked up how to lose weight. My naïve self ended up believing that skipping lunch and breakfast would be the best way to lose weight." Youngjae's chest rose high up and back down, which was something Jaebum's arms felt. "I was pretty unhappy and hungry, but I still kept doing it. My friends nagged me to eat. I wouldn't listen to them, though. So this is the strange part, right? Every piece of food you gave me, I would eat it happily and completely forget about starving myself. I totally forgot about trying to lose weight and whatnot. Which is weird, isn't it? Because I had no idea who you were, but you were still able to persuade me." "You literally cured this bad side of me, I think. You really are an amazing person, hyung," Youngjae finished with a big, wide smile and pat Jaebum, who was on the verge of tears, on the arm. "God... Youngjae...I'm so in love with you," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Are you still cold?" "Nope," Youngjae replied cheerfully, taking the piece of clothing from his torso and handing it back to the other. He went over to where his backpack was and hung it over his shoulder, throwing the other bag to Jaebum. "Do you want to go back to class?" "Not one bit," Jaebum laughed as he said so, also standing on his feet and carrying his backpack. He stood beside Youngjae, crossing his arms. "You should get a new change of clothes or you'll catch a cold." "Hm... yeah..." Peering down at his wet shirt and fanning it, he pursed his lips. "I don't have spare clothes, though." "You do at home." Youngjae grinned. He took ahold of Jaebum's hand, weaving their fingers together. "Come with me." "To ditch school?" "Yeah." The two started taking the back route of the school, planning to leave through the back gates. The gates were locked, they found, but Jaebum was able to help Youngjae jump over them. In Youngjae's free hand was the bag of cookies he received. He had all intentions to finish them once he was back at warm home. Before they took any more steps, Youngjae gave a gentle kiss to Jaebum's lips. He was unbelievably happy; it was like the times he yelled at him and cried because of him had never even happened. After all, those things only happened because of Youngjae's confused, naïve heart. Without the worry of being fat or not clouding his vision, he could clearly see that Jaebum was someone he loved. The only person who even when he was down; someone who would take care of him like he was born to do so. It was always the person he knew as Im Jaebum. Def Soul' was just Jaebum with a pair of sunglasses as a mask. That anonymous food donator and note writer was Jaebum too. He had all sorts of identities that Youngjae misunderstood, but he knew now that they all made up to be the same genuinely kind, benevolent person. "Let's go."

During his first period class, Jaebum's eyes wouldn't look away from his backpack that held a bag of homemade cookies. Would Youngjae still be willing to accept his food? Even after knowing who was behind all of it? He did know that Youngjae continued to not bring himself a lunch to school. Occasionally, he'd something light like a bag of chips (the kind that is 80% air) but that was basically it. He really thought it was amazing how Youngjae was able to control his hunger like that, especially in a cafeteria where a hundred or so students were eating happily. Jaebum felt frustrated at how little he knew about the junior. There were so many things he wanted to know so that he could take better care of Youngjae. What's his favorite food? Drink? What's his ideal type? He slammed his head onto his desk. This wasn't the first time he'd done so, and the teacher didn't bother to look back that time. "I've told you this before, Mr. Im, but please don't break your desk while venting your frustrations." Jaebum played around with his eraser, feeling bored. He was thinking about texting Youngjae before realizing that he had a low chance of getting a reply. what are you doing right now, youngjae? in class? of course you are. right. i want to talk to you. 🍽 Youngjae left his classroom early because of a stomachache. He kept thinking about how odd it was for him to even have a stomachache in general when he'd been doing his best to eat as less as possible. The only thing he’d eaten that morning was a slice of bread accompanied by a cup of water. All he knew was that the stomachache was painful. He couldn't walk very many steps before needing to clutch his belly, crouching over slightly. On one arm was his backpack, hanging by its straps. He’d tried mounting it on his shoulders but it quickly fell, since it actually made his stomach feel even worse. His brows were wrinkled as he stumbled down the hallway, searching for the infirmary. "What's this?" Youngjae's face was drained of its color when he realized that voice was familiar. He remembered it clearly: the voice that had spat at him while he was kicked by its owner. His head hung low as he pretended to not hear, making sure his face wouldn't be shown to the guy. Unfortunately for him, that just made things worse because he couldn't see properly and bumped straight into the voice. Goosebumps spread across his arms when he heard the displeased growl coming from the taller person. "Are you blind? Watch where you're fucking going!" Although Youngjae was scared, he was sure to keep his head down to cover his face. His stomach crippled him with pain but he had to deal with it, just for a bit longer. A horrible sense of doom overwhelmed him, though, when the other grabbed his collar and pulled him up. "That's hilarious. You're that little wimp I beat up before. Looks like you haven't learned your lesson at all, have you?" he scoffed, now grabbing Youngjae's chocolatey hair and tugging him to somewhere. "S-stop, please," Youngjae pleaded. Those were meaningless attempts as the guy only tugged on his hair harder, making him whine in pain. As if his stomachache wasn't enough, now he was dealing with this. In the process, he was forced to drop his backpack and it was left alone in the hallway. He was in far too much pain to even struggle and fight against him. Just as he was about to scream for help, the guy noticed and covered his mouth tightly with his hand. Youngjae really was frightened. His shaking hand reached into his pockets. Thankfully, his phone was in there. Youngjae double checked to see that the guy wasn't looking and, with his quivering fingers, he opened his text messages. He was afraid that his phone would be slapped away when noticed so he opened the first chat. jaybee [c.youngjae]: hyunh [c.youngjae]: hyungg [c.youngjae]: pleesas;; [c.youngjae]: heelp nme theres a; guyy [c.youngjae]: hes dragfing me to somewhere an I cant get away from him [c.youngjae]: help me [c.youngjae]: imm so scared

[jaybee]: tell me exactly where the fuck he's taking you [c.youngjae]: i,,i don't know [c.youngjae]: its,its outdoors [c.youngjae]: tthe field [c.youngjae]: pool [jaybee]: i'm heading there right now [jaybee]: youngjae fight back no matter what he does [jaybee]: youngjae [jaybee]: youngjae?? [jaybee]: i'm running [jaybee]: i'm on my way [jaybee]: oh my god [jaybee]: please be okay By that time, Youngjae had hidden his phone. The guy had dragged him all the way to the outdoor field and was approaching the swimming pool, where no teachers or students lingered at the time. The other grabbed him with both hands and flung him over the little fence surrounding the pool. Youngjae landed on the cement, a few scratches on his arm starting to bleed. He was holding back everything to not bawl in fear. The guy hopped over the fence, staring down at him in anger. "No one ever bumps into me twice. This'll help you learn, faggot," he spat, now pulling the collapsed Youngjae by the hood of his jacket. He was partially choking while being dragged across the cement against his will. The minuscule amount of oxygen he could breathe in wasn't the biggest problem he had at the moment. He could tell that he was being dragged over to the diving pool, measuring staggering meters deep. Youngjae's body locked up and was essentially frozen in fear. He couldn't swim. "Come on, cunt. swim for me." Youngjae was brought so close to the edge of the pool that his shoe grazed against some water. He couldn't do anything except make gasping noises and have his heart beat at unnatural rates. Was this the day he'd die? The metal fence made sudden rattling noises as footsteps stomped furiously to where the two were on the pool deck. Youngjae's eyes were squinting due to difficulty breathing, but he could sort of make out who the person was. "Hyu... ng..." he whispered, his voice raspy. Jaebum ran up to the guy dragging Youngjae and punched him without saying anything. "Get your fucking hands off of him or I'll beat the shit out of you!" he yelled in absolute fury. The other was equally angered and snarled, but only got another punch to his chest. He fell onto the ground in pain, but not before pushing Youngjae into the pool. Jaebum's heart stopped beating when watching him sink deeper into the water. "Youngjae!" he shouted, diving in after the boy, who was silently sinking deeper motionlessly. Jaebum grabbed Youngjae's shirt and pulled him towards him, wrapping an arm around him securely. He swam towards the ladder as quickly as he could, madly calling the other’s name. "Youngjae, Youngjae, Youngjae, oh my god..." Jaebum muttered shakily as he finally pulled him out of the water, still holding him tightly in his arms. Youngjae was unresponsive, his head drooping down with every attempt Jaebum made to wake him up. Jaebum's eyes were suddenly filled with even more rage than ever. he looked around to see where the guy who did this was. By that time, that guy already ran away, knowing that he'd get in major trouble. He'll never forgive that piece of shit for as long as he lives. The coughing sounds coming from Jaebum's arms caused him to quickly peer down. Thank God Youngjae was awake. He coughed up some water, suddenly beginning to shiver. "H-hyung..." he murmured weakly, barely peeking his eyes open. Jaebum's grip only tightened, concerned when feeling exactly how much the other was shivering. "Cold...cold..." "It'll be okay, Youngjae, you're going to okay," Jaebum reassured in a panicked voice as he took off his own hoodie and wrapped it around Youngjae's body. It was true that his skin felt almost ice cold, and that scared the elder. His eyes weakly opened, squinting at the one staring down at him. "Hyung...?" "Y-yeah. It's me, Jaebum." Youngjae wrapped his arms around the other's broader torso and stuffed his face into his chest. he was sobbing silently, his legs curling up unconfidently as he did so. Jaebum embraced him as though that the last time he would ever touch Youngjae, rubbing his back. "Iwas so scared...I can't swim...deep water..." "I get it, Youngjae, you don't have to say anything." Jaebum cooed as soothingly as he could, although that was difficult because he was freaking out too. Youngjae's shoulders quivered as he sniffed. "I'm so glad that you're here... Jaebum-hyung..."

"Youngjae..." Jaebum had carried the freezing and shocked Youngjae over to a sunny spot behind the gym, a place where teachers usually never visit. Youngjae's eyes seemed sleepy as he shivered, Jaebum locking his arms around his body to preserve warmth. Both of their backpacks were also there. After Jaebum had burst out of classroom without saying anything to his teacher, he had found Youngjae's backpack thrown in the hallway. Carrying both of them, he’d run straight to the pool. That was his story up to the point where he found Youngjae being pulled dangerously close to the diving pool, and where his anger rose up to impossible levels. At least he was okay now. "Hyung..." Youngjae called out softly, coughing a few times. "You were the one who saved me, weren't you...?" Jaebum nodded. He brought Youngjae closer, leaning against one of the warehouses for sports equipment. "Yeah." Something made Jaebum's eyes blink, glistening ever so brightly. It was Youngjae's smiling face, staring up at the elder. "Thank you. Thank you so much." Shocked frozen for a second, Jaebum eventually returned a smile for the other in his arms. "No problem, Youngjae." He leaned down to nuzzle his face into the other's neck, breathing softly. "I'm sorry for yelling at you and slapping you. I really am," Youngjae said out of nowhere, sighing as he exclaimed so. He shifted his body so that he'd be even closer to Jaebum, feeling the comforting warmth of him. "I was just so... confused. I was scared at myself for being so mad that I guess I...tried to avoid you for a bit." "Mhm," Jaebum murmured, sighing into the soft and slightly wet skin. "I understand. I knew I should've told you earlier, but I was too dense to realize what it was doing to you." "It's okay." Youngjae was staring blankly at the scenery in front of them: cement, tall wire fences, and a few trees. "It really is alright. I've come to realize that I love the person called Def Soul' and that you are Def Soul. and how, by that logic, I love you." Youngjae peered up in order to look at Jaebum. "Jaebummie-hyung. It's always been you, hasn't it?" Although Jaebum was speechless for a second or two, he started to laugh softly. He loved this kid called Choi Youngjae. "I guess so." Jaebum reached over for his backpack and unzipped it, taking out something. "What's that?" Jaebum grinned to himself as he took out the small bag of homemade cookies. He opened it, taking one of the treats out and holding it between two fingers. "Have you eaten breakfast? Did you bring a lunch? If not..." Jaebum said in a singsong tone, pouting his lips in a rather cute way. "...Think about me, and then... eat." He stuffed the cookie into Youngjae's mouth. Chewing on it, the other giggled softly. "Thanks," he said as crumbs fell from his lips. "Hey," he whistled quietly. "Did you know that I used to be called fat constantly by these girls?" Jaebum's happy expression immediately dropped to a frown. "What? Who?" "I don't know." For some reason, the smile on Youngjae's face never faded away. "They just did for fun, I guess. They would come up to me during lunch especially and just whisper 'hey fatso.' So I thought about it a lot and decided that maybe I am fat. I didn't like how they would pick on me so I looked up how to lose weight. My naïve self ended up believing that skipping lunch and breakfast would be the best way to lose weight." Youngjae's chest rose high up and back down, which was something Jaebum's arms felt. "I was pretty unhappy and hungry, but I still kept doing it. My friends nagged me to eat. I wouldn't listen to them, though. So this is the strange part, right? Every piece of food you gave me, I would eat it happily and completely forget about starving myself. I totally forgot about trying to lose weight and whatnot. Which is weird, isn't it? Because I had no idea who you were, but you were still able to persuade me." "You literally cured this bad side of me, I think. You really are an amazing person, hyung," Youngjae finished with a big, wide smile and pat Jaebum, who was on the verge of tears, on the arm. "God... Youngjae...I'm so in love with you," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Are you still cold?" "Nope," Youngjae replied cheerfully, taking the piece of clothing from his torso and handing it back to the other. He went over to where his backpack was and hung it over his shoulder, throwing the other bag to Jaebum. "Do you want to go back to class?" "Not one bit," Jaebum laughed as he said so, also standing on his feet and carrying his backpack. He stood beside Youngjae, crossing his arms. "You should get a new change of clothes or you'll catch a cold." "Hm... yeah..." Peering down at his wet shirt and fanning it, he pursed his lips. "I don't have spare clothes, though." "You do at home." Youngjae grinned. He took ahold of Jaebum's hand, weaving their fingers together. "Come with me." "To ditch school?" "Yeah." The two started taking the back route of the school, planning to leave through the back gates. The gates were locked, they found, but Jaebum was able to help Youngjae jump over them. In Youngjae's free hand was the bag of cookies he received. He had all intentions to finish them once he was back at warm home. Before they took any more steps, Youngjae gave a gentle kiss to Jaebum's lips. He was unbelievably happy; it was like the times he yelled at him and cried because of him had never even happened. After all, those things only happened because of Youngjae's confused, naïve heart. Without the worry of being fat or not clouding his vision, he could clearly see that Jaebum was someone he loved. The only person who even when he was down; someone who would take care of him like he was born to do so. It was always the person he knew as Im Jaebum. Def Soul' was just Jaebum with a pair of sunglasses as a mask. That anonymous food donator and note writer was Jaebum too. He had all sorts of identities that Youngjae misunderstood, but he knew now that they all made up to be the same genuinely kind, benevolent person. "Let's go."

[jayfinn]

Jb: I was meowing at the air thinking that my cat was meowing back but it turns out that it was Youngjae and that we have been meowing at eachother for an hour from opposite sides of the dorm.

[jayfinn]

Youngjae: I love you

Jb *shoving the laundry basket into youngjae's hands*: Stop saying i love you to get out of chores

[jayfinn]

Mark: *sigh* Being cute is so exhausting

Jaebeom: Ah that explains why Youngjae is sleeping the whole day.