Warnings: body touching (not sexual), mild nudity, suggestive chatter at the end
Word count: 711
Author’s Note: I’m still devastated by the lack of happy trail in Jaebs’ showcase photos.
Snuggling in deeper under your blankets, you sighed sleepily. It had been a long day, and you were more than ready to nod off and get as much sleep before the daily grind returned for you in the morning.
You felt the mattress dip on the other side of the bed, and your body, despite how languid it felt, still moved in its usual ministrations. Jaebeom shuffled closer and your closest hand was already sliding over his naked upper body, feeling its way along his shoulder and over his pectorals, slowly descending his torso towards its usual resting place. For the longest time, you have found comfort in placing your hand in the same spot, and tonight was no exception. Your partner held his breath, which was different, as if he were bracing for your reaction. It was as if Jaebeom had forgotten to warn you about something until in the moment, confusing you momentarily. Was there something wrong with his body?
Your hand faltered over the top of his abdominals, and you peeked out of one eye. A dark stare looked back at you, a sheepish smile gracing his mouth.
In response, you dove your hand down further, Jaebeom sucking in a deep breath. Your fingers traced the smooth skin, searching for its usual comfort blanket.
“Y/N!” he gasped, trying not to laugh at your frantic pace over his skin. “Calm down.”
“Why did you shave it off?!” you lamented, sleep all forgotten about. Sitting up, you reached for the lamp beside you and flicked it on before turning your incredulous stare back to your lover’s exposed body.
If you hadn’t been so worked up, you would have laughed at the irony of your man now trying to cover himself up, when he was usually the most comfortable in his own skin when he was showing it off to you. Jaebeom let out an exasperated breath before replying with, “You know my showcase is tomorrow night.”
“And?”
“And I’ve been getting my body ready for my idol comeback,” he explained, and you nodded initially in understanding the logic.
Except, over this, you didn’t truly understand.
Jaebeom had never really cared about his happy trail. He’d been through so many scenarios during his career, both intentionally and not, where his torso had been exposed. In fact, you had an extensive photographic collection of the area on your phone – for scientific reasons, of course. You knew he had his own plethora of parts of your body on his devices too. And the dense bedding your hand usually slumbered within was always there.
Until now.
“It’s apparently more common these days as part of a strict image plan,” he mentioned with a shrug as you frowned. “Noona-Mindi said—”
“At least I now know who to murder,” you seethed, and Jaebeom laughed heartily, pulling you into his embrace and holding you tightly.
“No murder.”
“I’m serious! Your skin is so smooth there. Did you even shave it?” you wondered, and Jaebeom winced. You yanked back enough to look at him. “Did you get it waxed off?!”
“I can assure you that it’s not an experience I want to do again,” he confirmed, reaching under his armpits where you also noticed the lack of hair.
“The idol lifestyle isn’t for the weak,” you murmured, gently stroking his cheek with your hand fondly. Jaebeom leaned into your affectionate touch, rubbing into it as if he were one of your cats.
“It’ll grow back,” he pointed out, and you huffed, your hand pausing in doling out the love. Jaebeom attempted to make it move by rubbing his cheek more energetically into your hand, and you couldn’t help but smile at him, giving in and obeying his need. He grinned. “We all know it won’t take long.”
“How am I meant to sleep without my routine?”
“Seriously? I thought you put your hand there because you…” He trailed off to smirk.
You gave him a filthy look. “Lim Jaebeom!”
“What? Isn’t it there for an early morning greeting?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes.
“For that, I won’t be using my hand down there until it grows back!”
His expression turned to liquid sin. “So… your mouth then?”
