#bratsaeng

[joonguar]

❥

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch

Jaejoong wakes up hot. Little beads of sweat can be felt along his back in the dip of his spine. He’d been all wrapped up in a blanket from what he last remembered, and he tries to wriggle it off of himself now, only to realize it won’t budge. There’s something holding it down, and the feeling of someone’s chest expanding against his own stirs him awake enough to take in the situation. 

Dipping his head down with one eye sticking as he gives the head near his nose a look, he finds himself recognizing who it is that’s cuddled up to him and making him overly toasty. While it would be hard for him to ever be bothered by someone who voluntarily snuggles with him, the ex porn star feels a very strong but gentle affection settle into him, almost like its warming into his bones even. 

Still though he’s a bit sweaty. And by the looks of it his dongsaeng’s cheeks are flushed, meaning he’s likely going to wake from being overly warm too. They have a bed to sleep in, where this wouldn’t happen, enough space for each of them to stretch out, but Jaejoong doesn’t wriggle out from where he’s against the back of the couch. He doesn’t try to get out to go for his cooler bed. Instead, he just twists down the blanket enough so that a pocket of air can get in, and then goes back to sleeping snugly on the sofa with his dongsaeng. 

[joonguar]

[Text] hyung im outside lets go do something coffee or whatever im rlly rlly bored

[text] u gotta be bored offering to do something that BORING

[text] sheeesh aren’t u the youngster? isn’t that supposed to be creative and fun?

[/he texts these things, but he’s outside his building fast enough to assume he might have jogged his way out from his apartment to meet his dongsaeng. a bright smile spreads over his face without his even intending it to, just seeing the teenager gets his chest lightening and his face showing just how happy he is to see the familiar dongsaeng. before he says a thing he’s just walking over to put his arms around the younger into a hug/]

I think somebody grew again overnight though~

[/he observes with a grin while still holding the other/]

[joonguar]

You know who you are right? When I say that I miss you?

Leaning his elbows over the balcony, he stays away from his bed as long as he can. Tonight his apartment feels spacious and lonely, even if it’s a tiny floor plan with a single bedroom. Scritching a hand with paint stained fingers at his head through his hair, jaejoong wonders if he ought to go out tonight, have fun to forget about missing a dongsaeng.

In the end he just has another cigarette and listens to another American blues album while he paints with the one he’s missing in mind.

[joonguar]

/Knocks your door/...Hyung? You home? ....Hyung?

He hears the knock on his door, which honestly annoys him some, that his dongsaeng needs to knock after he’d just told the younger to walk on in. Let himself home. So instead of getting out of the bed, even as Ji Ji jumps off and trots out to the front of the apartment, Jaejoong stays put and texts his dongsaeng instead. 

[text] told u its open so hurry up

[joonguar]

greyjae

/He smiles slightly as he reads your reply, corners of his mouth twitching/ [text]…im glad u didn’t need stomach pumping tbh hyung you were g o n e [text] I’ll feel better after seeing you properly.

[text] no no no not me i take care of myself well saengie dont u worry mmm? <3

[text] where r u now? not in the place any more with the doctors right? u cant come see me whenever u want? 

[joonguar]

[Text]...i decided to wait a few days before texting again to give u time to actually sober up properly hyung 😅 did you have a nice drunken bday? Xxxx

If truth me told, without his texts being saved in conversations in his phone, he’d never have remembered that his dongsaeng had texted him the night of his birthday. Its also only by the context of the message that he can understand that his dongsaeng hadn’t been there, at the party too. 

[text] ฅ ̳͒•ˑ̫• ̳͒ฅ♡

[text] hayyyyy~~~ when u do this a while it comes easy see? im a proper adult im sober whenever i wanna be of course~ xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[text] what about u saengie? are u loving yrself well lately? 

[joonguar]

@asy-jaejoong

/…The laughter starts slow, bubbling up in his throat as he latches onto you, voice muffled as he tries to reply through the haze of amusement/ 

….Mmf - Why d’you gotta have such a small sweater!…

/He knows it’s a ridiculous argument but this situation calls for the ridiculous, he reasons, and starts tickling his hyung’s stomach in retaliation/

[/he's finding this thoroughly enjoyable, grinning as you struggle around inside his sweater against him, not even minding the stray elbow that hits him in the stomach or the nose to the sterum nope its all good cozy fun thats what it is. 

and then the tickling happens. and crap, he can't get away, that's really what he's best at sliding right out of people's grip and--/]

Ah! No no no! Don't! 

[/even though its nearly impossible, he still tries to find a way to get himself out of his own clothing, he's good at stripping but maybe not this good. he starts to feel himself loosing his balance, but he can't say anything about it because the tickling is yeah. the last resort comes. he bites at your ear/]

[joonguar]

[Voicemail] Hello? Kim Jaejoong? This is Han Seunghyun of the NPD. We have in custody a Jae Kim...we believe you to be his only contact. If you could call me back as soon as possible to confirm this, it would be extremely helpful. Thanks.

Jaejoong’s never liked voicemail much, not when the option of texting was there. It was such a mixed bag of possibilities, so perhaps he would have tolerated voicemails better if there was a way of warning him when the content was likely something he wouldn’t enjoy hearing. Words of disappointment were a lot easier to deal with when only in text, to to hear the strain of some unpleasant emotion in their voice too, that was difficult for Jaejoong to the point he wouldn’t even want to chance listening in on them at all. 

He puts off listening to the voicemail from the unknown number for quite some time, only getting to it two days later after thoughts have festered enough in his head and that little reminder hadn’t yet disappeared from his phone. When he does listen to it, what he’d expected, and what he gets, turn out to be two entirely different things. 

Its just after four in the afternoon, and Jaejoong calls the number right back, the impulse for doing so happening before he has a chance to think about it.