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The next day rolled in with Jinyoung waking up in a bed that’s not his own with the sunlight streaming into the window and hitting his face in a room that’s also not his own, but everything is infinitely familiar. He broke out into a smile when he noticed the arms wrapping around his torso. He feels warm, giddy, and happy. Jinyoung turned around to face the owner of said arms only to yelp in surprise when he sees that the owner’s eyes are already open and staring at him.
“Hyung! You surprised me there. Why are you awake and staring so creepily?” Jinyoung said with no real bite because he’s too happy to feel anything else.
Jaebum just grumbled and tightened his embrace, “Morning, Jinyoungie.” He snuggled closer, pressing Jinyoung deeper into his hold – the younger’s head tucked under his chin, and Jinyoung is filled with so much contentment, he fears his heart will explode.
Sure, they’ve shared beds and did lots of cuddling before; it came along with being best friends and all that but somehow, this feels a hundred times better. Because now, Jaebum is his boyfriend. Jinyoung giggles.
“What’s so funny?” Jaebum slurred, obviously only half awake. He’s never been a morning person even from the start.
Jinyoung looked up at Jaebum, “I’m just happy, hyung. Can you believe this?”
“I love you.” Jaebum said so abruptly and without warning that Jinyoung squealed.
“How can you say that so suddenly? Warn a man, wouldn’t you?” Jinyoung hissed and buried his face in Jaebum’s chest in a poor attempt to hide his face which he’s sure is as red as a tomato. Jaebum chuckled and he felt the vibrations deep within the elder’s chest, he smiled – contented.
Nothing much changed in their dynamics. Everything felt the same as they were before he and Jaebum got together romantically, aside from the random love confessions from Jaebum which Jinyoung thought was absolutely ridiculous. But Jinyoungie, I can’t help it if I’m constantly getting overwhelmed by you. Jinyoung scoffed, if someone is getting overwhelmed, it’s him and not the other. How can he not complain when his heart is always in a state of being attacked? It’s obviously not good for his health!
Jinyoung sighed as he takes his seat in class. He started pulling out his notebook from his bag when his phone vibrated.
I love you.
Great. His heart skipped a beat again. Jinyoung surmises he should consult his cardiologist as soon as possible because he’s sure he has a bad case of arrhythmia with how irregular his heart is beating. And oh god, is he also palpitating? He can’t have a heart attack in the middle of his class. He’s still so young!
I hate you.
No, you don’t.
That is not what you said this morning, if I recalled correctly.
Ugh, stop it, hyung.
You’re flustered right now, aren’t you?
You’re so cute, Jinyoung.
Why are you this greasy?
You’re so annoying, Jaebum.
And my class is starting soon, please let me concentrate.
Who told you to drop the hyung?
Please, you get off with my disrespectfulness.
You know what else gets me off?
Guess.
Jinyoung gulped. Aside from being more vocal with his feelings, Jaebum has also become bolder with his hints of wanting to be sexual with him and it never fails to reduce Jinyoung into a spluttering mess.
While Jinyoung is busy trying to contain himself and not combust right there in his seat, Jackson took it upon himself to saunter and bother his best friend. He can take that title, right? Since Jaebum is now promoted to being boyfriend, of course it’s he who gets to be the best friend now.
Jackson, observing that Jinyoung is too busy staring at the board in front, more like drilling holes into it, took his friend’s phone.
“Oh my god! I didn’t know you two were this kinky! Sexting? Really, how is that still a thing?”
That seemed effective enough to snap Jinyoung out of his trance and he glared at Jackson, “Give me my phone back!”
Jackson held the phone away, “Nuh uh! I can’t believe you are this dirty, Park Jinyoung.”
Jinyoung lunged at Jackson and amidst all their scuffling, which the other students obviously ignored, already used to how the two friends are just so fucking loud – another message came in. They both automatically stopped and peered at the new text, heads bumping together as if gossiping.
I’m waiting for an answer, Jinyoung.
Jinyoung turned towards Jackson, eyes wide. He doesn’t know how to respond to that. Jackson seemed just as surprised too. Then the phone vibrated again.
Don’t make me wait.
Or else.
Jackson dropped Jinyoung’s phone, as if it burnt him. “Oh my goodness! Get away from me! I didn’t need to know what that ‘or else’ might mean.”
Jinyoung, equally as shocked as Jackson, doesn’t pick up his phone laying on the desk. He’s still staring at the message. “What do I do, Jackson?”
“Don’t ask me! Stop, I don’t wanna imagine Jaebum hyung beating your ass. Oh my god! I can’t remove the image from my head!”
“Why are you even imagining it? And it’s not my fault you’re so nosy! It’s your fault for delving into my private matters.”
“Yeah, well you two should practice decency! Who even sexts in the middle of the day?!”
“Shut up! We aren’t sexting!”
“Yes, you are. I am so disgusted!”
“And I am disgusted too, with the both of you, Mr. Wang and Mr. Park. I reckon the class will prefer not to hear the details of Mr. Park’s private life. So please, if you two can take your seats. I need to start my lecture.” Their professor said. He must’ve entered the class while they were both having mental breakdowns.
Jackson looked sheepish as he muttered an apology to their professor and went back to his seat. Jinyoung, on the other hand, is dying in shame. He makes a mental note to finally kill Jackson and then after, Jaebum.
I really hate you, hyung.
The four of them still continued having their lunch breaks together, with the usual seating arrangements: Mark and Jackson beside each other and across them, Jaebum and Jinyoung.
“You know, I wouldn’t have noticed you two just got together. Nothing seems to be different from before.” Mark said, gesturing towards the couple in front of him.
“You wouldn’t believe it, Mark! If only you saw their messages towards each other, it’s disgusting!” Jackson protested, giving Jinyoung a judging look.
Mark raised an eyebrow, “And how do you know that, Jacks?”
“Yeah, indulge me, Jackson. How do you know what Jinyoung and I are talking in private?” Jaebum challenged and Jackson may have gulped in fear.
“Oh, Jinyoung showed it to me.”
“I did not! You took my phone, you bastard, and told the whole class and the professor I’m sexting hyung! Watch your back, Wang. I’m going to kill you one day.” Jinyoung threatened.
“I only said the truth!” Jackson defended himself but Jaebum’s murderous look shut him up. “I can’t believe this! You can’t threaten me with murder, that’s against the law!”
“Jackson, I suggest you keep quiet now. I don’t wanna be a widow.” Mark supplied, shoving a spoonful of rice towards his boyfriend.
Jackson let out a whimper and something akin to this is so unfair but continued chewing his food, much to Mark’s relief. He really wouldn’t want Jackson to be killed by his friends and he’s sure that he can’t save him from Jaebum. He might be scary when angry but Jaebum is still on another level when he rages. So really, Mark is relieved.
“So you and Jinyoung, huh?” Mark mused.
“Yeah, it took a while but we’re finally official.” Jaebum smiled and held Jinyoung’s hand under the table.
Jinyoung blushed but beamed nonetheless. Mark and Jackson, even with how he was chewing, were smiling at them too and Jinyoung’s never been so thankful for the friends he has.
It’s Saturday night and Jinyoung’s lounging at Jaebum’s couch while the older is making popcorn. It’s their weekly movie night and like the brat he is, Jinyoung whined when Jaebum was taking too long.
“Hyung! Can you be any slower?”
“Shut up. You’re just lazing in there, you don’t get to complain.” Jaebum shouted back from the kitchen.
“You’re so mean. Is that how you treat your boyfriend?” Jinyoung whined again.
“Don’t you pull that card on me, Jinyoung. And if you’re going to continue being a brat, then yes. This is how I’m treating you.” Jaebum said, unphased.
Jinyoung huffed but happy nonetheless. This was how they are, anyways. Always bickering, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He grabbed the remote and browsed through the channels. He settled on Animax since an Inuyasha marathon is going on. He can’t believe it’s been so long since he last saw Sesshomaru, that tsundere.
“Hyung, you remind me of Sesshomaru!”
“What? Are you watching Inuyasha?” Jaebum replied, still in the kitchen.
“Yeah. He’s such a tsundere like you, hyung! You both act like this mean wolf demon but deep inside you’re just an adorable, fluffy dog. Cute.”
Jaebum finally emerged from the kitchen with a big bowl of popcorn with a tray of drinks and other snacks. “I am not cute. And I suppose you’re Kagura?”
“Why? I am not a slave of some nasty demon.” Jinyoung scooted to make space for Jaebum on the couch. He folded his legs and leaned into Jaebum.
“Because you’re both catty. And a snake, she tried to kill Naraku so bad. Plus, she died without telling Sesshomaru she loves him, just smiled as if she was contented that it’s his face she’ll see last. Talk about being stubborn.”
“Wow, I didn’t know you were that affected by an anime, hyung.” Jinyoung laughed. “But you can’t deny you’re a tsundere, though. Besides, I’ve always liked Sesshomaru more than Inuyasha anyways.”
Jaebum raised an eyebrow and Jinyoung blushed. It prompted Jaebum to dip his head and kiss Jinyoung. It was weird at first, to kiss your best friend, but when Jinyoung got past the weirdness, he found that he enjoys kissing Jaebum very much.
Jinyoung unfolded his legs and threw one over Jaebum’s, trying to get closer. The angle is difficult and it strains his back. He has to hold on to the back of the couch to prevent himself from falling. And as if sensing his struggle, Jaebum grabbed his hips and hauled him straight onto his lap. Jinyoung yelped in surprise at the sudden movement but adjusted his legs so he’s straddling Jaebum properly.
“I can’t believe we just had Inuyasha as foreplay.” Jinyoung laughed.
“Well, you insinuated that you like me so I had to kiss you.” Jaebum winked and Jinyoung falls a little more in love.
Jinyoung put his arms around Jaebum and leaned in to kiss the older again. Jaebum lazily rested his hands on Jinyoung’s butt. They hadn’t done anything else aside from kissing and Jinyoung’s heart rate picked up when Jaebum started gently squeezing his butt.
Just when things are getting heated, Jaebum’s phone started ringing. They parted, gazing into each other’s eyes and smiling so hard. Jinyoung has never been this happy.
“Hyung, answer it.”
Jaebum picked up his phone, “It’s mom.” He pressed the accept button, “Hey, mom.”
Jinyoung tried to get off Jaebum’s lap but the older held him in place. “Wait, I have something to tell you. I’m with Jinyoung right now, can we video call? It’s better if you see our faces, mom.”
Jinyoung’s eyes widen. Is Jaebum going to do what he thinks he’s going to? He scrambled off Jaebum’s lap just as the video call connected.
“Hey, Jinyoung sweetie!” Jaebum’s mom greeted.
“Hi, auntie! How have you been?”
“Oh, I’ve been lonely since my son wouldn’t call me on a regular basis but aside from that, I’m fine.” Mrs. Im scolded Jaebum. “What’s this you want to tell me, Jaebum?”
Jaebum looked at Jinyoung and held his hand. Jinyoung internally panicked because Why is Jaebum doing this without telling him first? He closed his eyes, bracing for the impact.
“Jinyoung and I are dating, mom.”
A beat passes, nothing. Inuyasha is still playing in the background. Jinyoung opened his eyes, a little scared. He tried to give a small smile towards the phone camera.
Jaebum squeezed his hand, “Mom, I said, Jinyoung and I are dating.”
“Why are you telling me this now? I’m confused.” Was all Mrs. Im said.
“I want to have your approval, mom.”
“You think I don’t approve? When all this time I’ve been nothing but supportive towards Jinyoung and your relationship? You’re weird, Jaebum-ah.” Mrs. Im said, looking as confused as she claims to be.
“What do you mean by all this time? We’ve just been a couple for a week, mom.” It’s Jaebum’s turn to be confused and Jinyoung felt like he knew what Mrs. Im is going to say.
“You mean, you just started dating? I could’ve sworn you two were an item already ever since you both stepped into high school.” Mrs. Im said.
“Hold up, so you thought I was in a relationship with Jinyoung ever since high school and you didn’t say anything? You’re the weird one, mom. Does dad thinks so too?” Jaebum said, not believing what he’s hearing because what.
“Yeah, we’ve talked about it before. And with your parents too, Jinyoung. We were all happy to unite our families. I can’t believe you weren’t together until now.” Mrs. Im said, a little upset that the two got together so late.
Jaebum groaned, “Why would you do that? What if Jinyoung and I didn’t like each other like that? You could’ve made a mess.”
“Well, you both looked so in love, we didn’t have any doubts. Besides, mothers know best, my son.” Mrs. Im laughed. “I have to relay this news to your mother, Jinyoung sweetie. She’ll be disappointed too that it took so long for you two to start dating.”
Jinyoung blushed, “Thank you, Mrs. Im for accepting me.”
“Aww, Jinyoung, I love you more than I love Jaebum. You just made me the happiest in-law in the world!”
“Yah, mom! No one is talking about marriage yet. Don’t get carried away and do anything, please.” Jaebum pleaded.
“No promises, my son. Let this old woman enjoy her life. Oh, and drop by whenever you can, the two of you! We need to celebrate this properly. Bye!” Mrs. Im said and then cut the call.
“Wow.” Jaebum muttered. And Jinyoung agrees, wow.
For a few seconds, they just sat there like that. A battle scene broke out in the anime that’s still running on. Jaebum pressed the off button from the remote and then, finally, turned towards Jinyoung.
“So what do you say about picking up from where we left off?”
And Jinyoung should be grossed out by how sleazy Jaebum is being but, whatever. He climbed on Jaebum’s lap and brought his arms around the elder’s neck again.
“Kiss me breathless, hyung.”