His Lips ~~♡♡2jae♡♡

~10~

This chapter is gonna be extremely short and merry Christmas to you and your family have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new years and I'm sorry if my grammar and vocabulary are not that great because English is not my first language so please forgive me😘😘
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The next day is weird. Not for Jaebum and Youngjae, if anything they’ve upped the skinship and are closer now than they ever were.Jaebum stuffs his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and bites down on his cheek. Of course he knows, but if this is the only way he can have Youngjae, it’s a risk worth taking. Jinyoung steps forward, putting a hand on Jaebum’s shoulder and squeezing. Jaebum looks up to find Jinyoung giving him a warm smile. “If you hurt Youngjae, in any way, I’m going to punch you in the face cut your balls off fry them and then feed them to you .” Jaebum blinks at him, but before he can formulate a response Jinyoung is patting his cheek patronizingly and walking out of the kitchen and that risks which was worth taking was getting the best friend talk from jinyoung about hurting his Best friend Once more, Jaebum is left to stare stupidly after Jinyoung with a slack jaw. He’s kind of insulted, after all, because if anyone is getting hurt in this set-up it’s most definitely Jaebum. And Jaebum would never hurt Youngjae during their relationship, but it’s not like Jinyoung knows that, Jaebum guesses. That is, until youngjae decided to sleep over . Youngjae is sitting cross-legged in his bed with his pajamas already on and his laptop in his lap, probably playing some game. There’s a mug of tea to his right, to ease his probably sore throat . Youngjae glances up at him briefly, then shyly looks back down to the screen. Jaebum tilts his head in confusion, but doesn’t comment, instead opting to strip down to his boxers and hesitating to strip them off as well. He likes sleeping naked, and now that he and Youngjae have crossed that barrier of awkwardness, it’s tempting to do it every night, especially since he spends most nights cuddling Youngjae. He resists, though, just in case Youngjae doesn’t want that, and goes to turn off the light. “Ready for bed?” Jaebum asks, hand hovering above the switch. Youngjae gives one sharp nod, without looking up. Jaebum’s eyebrows shoot up, but again he lets it slide and just flips the switch. He’s confident that if there’s something bothering Youngjae, he’ll eventually come clean about it to Jaebum. It’s just a matter of Jaebum being patient. He goes and lies down on his side of the bed, making sure to move the now-empty mug of tea to the right and off the mattress. Jaebum rolls onto his side and stares up at Youngjae’s face, illuminated by the blue glow of the laptop screen. He’s staring very intently at something, seemingly spaced out, and his eyes don’t move for what Jaebum counts as a full minute. He’s worrying his bottom lip something fierce, and Jaebum anticipating the events to come tomorrow Jaebum has never been very patient. “What’s wrong?” Jaebum asks, and Youngjae jumps slightly. He looks down at Jaebum with a worried expression, then looks away just as quick. His fingers rest on the keyboard, unmoving, but Jaebum’s eyes stay on the crease in Youngjae’s brow, wishing he could rub it away. “ it's my dad…” Youngjae starts haltingly, and Jaebum freezes because of course. Youngjaes dad  is not someone to be messed with. Youngjae pulls his hands off the keyboard to fiddle with them before he continues. “He said he wants to meet you…” Jaebum feels his jaw clench, and is somewhat thankful Youngjae refuses to look at him. There’s a flush crawling up Youngjae’s cheeks and he’s back to nervously gnawing on his lip. It’s adorable, so Jaebum drinks in the sight as long as possible before saying, “when does he want to meet"Youngjae purses his lips and looks down at him again, eyes wide and anxious. Jaebum just gives him an encouraging smile and Youngjae’s tense shoulders droop slightly. He looks away again. “He… he knows about us ... And he thinks it’s a bad idea.” He’s visibly flustered, tapping away mindlessly at the side of the laptop like a nervous tic. Jaebum narrows his eyes
“Oh?” Jaebum asks, and Youngjae’s fingers stop tapping. “Why, exactly, does he think it’s a bad idea?” The flush in Youngjae’s cheeks only seems to intensify, so much so that he turns away to hide it, but his neck and ears are painted red, too, and Jaebum wants to kiss it all away (or make it even redder). Jaebum’s fingers twitch, but he stays where he is, because fuck you  dad , Jaebum can handle himself just fine.“Because – because if we get found out, it’d be bad for his hospitals reputation,” Youngjae lets out a breath then. He glances back at Jaebum and Jaebum wipes his face of any anger directed at youngjaes dad. Jaebum waves his hand carelessly, giving Youngjae a sly smile.
Youngjae lights up like a Christmas tree again and starts slapping Jaebum everywhere and anywhere as Jaebum rolls around, laughing at his expense. Eventually, Jaebum grabs his wrists and looks up at him with a smile too mushy to be considered platonic. Youngjae just pouts at him, and kicks him in the side in retaliation since the laptop had slid off his lap in the struggle.
Jaebum hisses and curls over with it, because Youngjae had kicked hard, but he maintains his hold on Youngjae’s wrists. “You’re mean, hyung,” Youngjae whines, not even attempting to pull himself free as Jaebum writhes next to him. “Says the one who just kicked me in the kidneys,” Jaebum huffs. He looks back up at Youngjae’s pouting, blushing face and feels his anger subside. Still, he says, “I’ll get you back for that.” Youngjae tugs his wrists free hurriedly, giving Jaebum an anxious look. Jaebum just folds his hands under his chin and innocently smiles up at him. Youngjae gulps. “Just don’t hit me too hard, okay?” Youngjae demands, and Jaebum’s eyebrows shoot up. “I know you like grabbing the neck, hyung, but my neck is sensitive, and – uh – oh no – I mean –“ Jaebum is staring up at Youngjae in unadulterated glee and Youngjae is inching away until his back hits the wall, holding up his hands like that will shield him from whatever it is he thinks Jaebum is about to do. “Huh,” Jaebum says, and Youngjae’s eyes widen further. “That explains some things.” Youngjae whimpers with a, “hyung, please,” and Jaebum’s eyes instantly darken like he’s already conditioned to get hard by Youngjae’s voice alone. Which is both a problem, and not a problem. Youngjae catches the look in his eye and looks away. “Sorry, hyung, it’s just embarrassing. So please… if you’re going to hit me, avoid my neck.”Jaebum hums thoughtfully in response, and Youngjae conspicuously pulls his legs up to his chest. Jaebum smirks again, and lets the hunger take over, because what’s the harm in it. “come here.”