Adorn
Pairing: JB/Jr
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1k
Summary: a short oneshot inspired by the aftermath of isac a.k.a jinyoung sprains his wrist and jaebum takes care of him
a/n: seunghoon is the name of got7's manager
Jaebum has always been naturally perceptive. Since he was a kid he’d been able to read the expressions on people’s faces, the rising intonation in their voices, the difference between a forced and genuine smile. His members called it a hawk eye. Nothing got past him. No one kept secrets. Especially not Jinyoung. Because with Jinyoung it’s like he’s hyper aware.
He knows when Jinyoung is sad, tired, annoyed, upset. He knows when he wants to be left alone and when he needs a shoulder to cry on. Maybe because they’ve known each other for so long. Maybe because Jaebum’s always paid closer attention to Jinyoung. Maybe because back when it was just the two of them, teenagers trying to make it in an industry full of bias and corruption, they’d learned to rely on each other.
That’s why when Jinyoung steps off the track clutching his arm against his chest, waving people off with that carefully practiced reassuring smile, Jaebum knows.
“You sprained it, didn’t you?”
Jinyoung gapes. “N-no. It’s fine. I’m fine, really.”
“Don’t lie to me Jinyoung,” Jaebum scolds in his stern, “cut the bullshit,” leader voice. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“It’s fine,” Jinyoung says again, but his voice is smaller, eyes shifting down to his feet.
Jaebum takes his arm and presses gently on his wrist with his thumb. When Jinyoung grimaces, he clicks his tongue. “Seunghoon’s taking Jackson to the hospital later. You’re going with them.”
-
Later that night, Jinyoung returns to the dorms with his arm in a sling. Jaebum’s in his room watching the Simpsons, an effort to keep his mind from wandering to worst case scenarios. When Jinyoung walks in, he leaps to his feet. “What the hell? They gave you a cast?” he asks, frantic. “Is it broken?”
Jinyoung shakes his head. “It’s just a sprain,” he says. “The cast and sling are just precautionary. The doctor said it should heal in a few weeks.”
Jaebum frowns. “What about Jackson?”
“Same thing. Sprained wrist. He’s in a cast and sling too.”
Jaebum sighs, running his fingers through his hair. What a mess. “Well at least you’ll have someone to keep you company while we’re in China,” he says.
Jinyoung looks sheepish as he lowers his gaze to the floor. “Actually we’re going with you.”
“What?” Jaebum squawks, half in anger, half in disbelief. “But you’re hurt. They can’t possibly expect you to perform tomorrow.”
“Manager says we have to,” Jinyoung answers simply, still unable to meet Jaebum’s eyes. “The flight’s booked, they’re expecting all of us to be there.”
“Bullshit!” Jaebum can feel his temper flaring, the red hot licks of flame threatening to consume him. He’s had enough episodes, worked for years trying to control it, to know the signs. But right now, he’s reluctant to try and stop it. “You’re not going. You need to rest.”
“It’s fine,” Jinyoung assures him. “I managed during A. I can do it again.”
“That was your fingers Jinyoung!” Jaebum explodes. “This is your fucking wrist!” He pushes past Jinyoung, reaching for the doorknob. “I’m talking to Seunghoon.”
But Jinyoung just as quickly steps back in front of him. “Jaebum please!” he implores, arms and legs spread across the doorframe. “Please just stop. You’ve done enough today.” He looks on the verge of tears and Jaebum instantly softens, pulling him in for a hug.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters into his hair, pressing his lips to the crown of his head. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”
Jinyoung relaxes against his chest, melting into his embrace. “I’m tired,” he says. “Can we just- can you sleep in my room tonight?”
Jaebum smiles, kissing his forehead, “Of course,” and follows Jinyoung to his room where they fall asleep wrapped up in cotton sheets and each other’s arms.
-
The next morning at the airport, Jaebum watches Jinyoung like a hawk. He doesn’t hover or glue himself to Jinyoung’s side, but he’s always got one eye on the younger, making sure fans give him his space, don’t try to push him or shove camera lenses in his face. Thankfully they’re tame today, standing to the side with bowed heads, muttered apologies and get well soons.
Rehearsals are more of the same. Jaebum tracks the members’ movements carefully, even more carefully now that they’ve removed Jinyoung’s sling and replaced the cast with colorful medical tape that’s more fashionable than functional (Jaebum would have said something if it weren’t for the look Jinyoung had gave him when he’d tried to open his mouth). The only problem is he’s so focused on the others he starts to forget his own place in the choreography and collides with Yugyeom multiple times during their set.
During a water break Jinyoung pulls him aside and flicks his forehead lightly. “Quit worrying about me and focus on not fucking up the choreography!” he scolds. “Two of us are hurt already, we don’t need a third.”
Jaebum grumbles as he rubs his forehead, but he knows Jinyoung is right. And after a couple more run-throughs, they finish rehearsals without any more incidents.
When it’s time for the actual broadcast, Jaebum is sweating bullets. He’s never been this nervous, not even for their debut stage in JJ Project, but as they wait backstage for the director to signal their cue, he can’t seem to stop the images from flashing in his mind; Jinyoung falling on his wrist, Jackson not landing his flip correctly. Jaebum prays for a power outage, a meteor or supernatural entity to swoop in and force them to cancel the broadcast. But then Jinyoung takes his hand and squeezes it lightly, gives him that smile that makes his eyes disappear behind crescent shaped moons, and Jaebum knows, without Jinyoung needing to say it, that everything’s going to be fine.
-
True to his prediction, they complete their performance without any major mishaps. Jaebum makes a few mistakes while trying to keep an eye on Jinyoung, but it’s nothing that’s too noticeable or results in any injury. Normally he’d beat himself up over it but right now he’s just thankful they’ve finished their schedule and are in the van heading back to the hotel.
Jinyoung’s asleep on his shoulder when they finally pull in. Jaebum doesn’t have the heart to wake him up so he slings his good arm over his shoulder and carries him out of the van on his back. Somewhere between the elevators and their room, Jinyoung starts to stir. “Jaebum? Wha-what happened? Where are we?”
Jaebum laughs. “We’re back at the hotel. It’s okay Jinyoung. Go back to sleep.”
“No,” Jinyoung says, kicking his feet out. “I’m awake now. Put me down.”
Jaebum shakes his head, tightening his grip on Jinyoung’s legs.
“Jaebum, I’m serious! Put me down!”
“No.”
“Please!”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanna take care of you, Jinyoung!” Jaebum says finally, stopping in the middle of the hallway. “Just let me take care of you.”
Jinyoung is shocked enough to stop flailing but still scoffs, unimpressed. “You do know it’s my wrist that’s sprained, not my leg right?”
Jaebum frowns. “Shut up. I’m trying to be romantic here.”
“Oh romantic huh?” Jinyoung grins. “Then kiss me, stupid.”
Jaebum gasps. “Stupid?! Ok I’m putting you down now.” He starts to loosen his grip on Jinyoung’s thighs but before he can let go completely, Jinyoung leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“I love you, stupid,” Jinyoung says, the smile on his face making lines in his cheeks that resemble cat whiskers.
Jaebum smiles and kisses him properly, short and sweet and to the point. “I love you too, Jinyoung.”
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1k
Summary: a short oneshot inspired by the aftermath of isac a.k.a jinyoung sprains his wrist and jaebum takes care of him
a/n: seunghoon is the name of got7's manager
Jaebum has always been naturally perceptive. Since he was a kid he’d been able to read the expressions on people’s faces, the rising intonation in their voices, the difference between a forced and genuine smile. His members called it a hawk eye. Nothing got past him. No one kept secrets. Especially not Jinyoung. Because with Jinyoung it’s like he’s hyper aware.
He knows when Jinyoung is sad, tired, annoyed, upset. He knows when he wants to be left alone and when he needs a shoulder to cry on. Maybe because they’ve known each other for so long. Maybe because Jaebum’s always paid closer attention to Jinyoung. Maybe because back when it was just the two of them, teenagers trying to make it in an industry full of bias and corruption, they’d learned to rely on each other.
That’s why when Jinyoung steps off the track clutching his arm against his chest, waving people off with that carefully practiced reassuring smile, Jaebum knows.
“You sprained it, didn’t you?”
Jinyoung gapes. “N-no. It’s fine. I’m fine, really.”
“Don’t lie to me Jinyoung,” Jaebum scolds in his stern, “cut the bullshit,” leader voice. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“It’s fine,” Jinyoung says again, but his voice is smaller, eyes shifting down to his feet.
Jaebum takes his arm and presses gently on his wrist with his thumb. When Jinyoung grimaces, he clicks his tongue. “Seunghoon’s taking Jackson to the hospital later. You’re going with them.”
-
Later that night, Jinyoung returns to the dorms with his arm in a sling. Jaebum’s in his room watching the Simpsons, an effort to keep his mind from wandering to worst case scenarios. When Jinyoung walks in, he leaps to his feet. “What the hell? They gave you a cast?” he asks, frantic. “Is it broken?”
Jinyoung shakes his head. “It’s just a sprain,” he says. “The cast and sling are just precautionary. The doctor said it should heal in a few weeks.”
Jaebum frowns. “What about Jackson?”
“Same thing. Sprained wrist. He’s in a cast and sling too.”
Jaebum sighs, running his fingers through his hair. What a mess. “Well at least you’ll have someone to keep you company while we’re in China,” he says.
Jinyoung looks sheepish as he lowers his gaze to the floor. “Actually we’re going with you.”
“What?” Jaebum squawks, half in anger, half in disbelief. “But you’re hurt. They can’t possibly expect you to perform tomorrow.”
“Manager says we have to,” Jinyoung answers simply, still unable to meet Jaebum’s eyes. “The flight’s booked, they’re expecting all of us to be there.”
“Bullshit!” Jaebum can feel his temper flaring, the red hot licks of flame threatening to consume him. He’s had enough episodes, worked for years trying to control it, to know the signs. But right now, he’s reluctant to try and stop it. “You’re not going. You need to rest.”
“It’s fine,” Jinyoung assures him. “I managed during A. I can do it again.”
“That was your fingers Jinyoung!” Jaebum explodes. “This is your fucking wrist!” He pushes past Jinyoung, reaching for the doorknob. “I’m talking to Seunghoon.”
But Jinyoung just as quickly steps back in front of him. “Jaebum please!” he implores, arms and legs spread across the doorframe. “Please just stop. You’ve done enough today.” He looks on the verge of tears and Jaebum instantly softens, pulling him in for a hug.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters into his hair, pressing his lips to the crown of his head. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”
Jinyoung relaxes against his chest, melting into his embrace. “I’m tired,” he says. “Can we just- can you sleep in my room tonight?”
Jaebum smiles, kissing his forehead, “Of course,” and follows Jinyoung to his room where they fall asleep wrapped up in cotton sheets and each other’s arms.
-
The next morning at the airport, Jaebum watches Jinyoung like a hawk. He doesn’t hover or glue himself to Jinyoung’s side, but he’s always got one eye on the younger, making sure fans give him his space, don’t try to push him or shove camera lenses in his face. Thankfully they’re tame today, standing to the side with bowed heads, muttered apologies and get well soons.
Rehearsals are more of the same. Jaebum tracks the members’ movements carefully, even more carefully now that they’ve removed Jinyoung’s sling and replaced the cast with colorful medical tape that’s more fashionable than functional (Jaebum would have said something if it weren’t for the look Jinyoung had gave him when he’d tried to open his mouth). The only problem is he’s so focused on the others he starts to forget his own place in the choreography and collides with Yugyeom multiple times during their set.
During a water break Jinyoung pulls him aside and flicks his forehead lightly. “Quit worrying about me and focus on not fucking up the choreography!” he scolds. “Two of us are hurt already, we don’t need a third.”
Jaebum grumbles as he rubs his forehead, but he knows Jinyoung is right. And after a couple more run-throughs, they finish rehearsals without any more incidents.
When it’s time for the actual broadcast, Jaebum is sweating bullets. He’s never been this nervous, not even for their debut stage in JJ Project, but as they wait backstage for the director to signal their cue, he can’t seem to stop the images from flashing in his mind; Jinyoung falling on his wrist, Jackson not landing his flip correctly. Jaebum prays for a power outage, a meteor or supernatural entity to swoop in and force them to cancel the broadcast. But then Jinyoung takes his hand and squeezes it lightly, gives him that smile that makes his eyes disappear behind crescent shaped moons, and Jaebum knows, without Jinyoung needing to say it, that everything’s going to be fine.
-
True to his prediction, they complete their performance without any major mishaps. Jaebum makes a few mistakes while trying to keep an eye on Jinyoung, but it’s nothing that’s too noticeable or results in any injury. Normally he’d beat himself up over it but right now he’s just thankful they’ve finished their schedule and are in the van heading back to the hotel.
Jinyoung’s asleep on his shoulder when they finally pull in. Jaebum doesn’t have the heart to wake him up so he slings his good arm over his shoulder and carries him out of the van on his back. Somewhere between the elevators and their room, Jinyoung starts to stir. “Jaebum? Wha-what happened? Where are we?”
Jaebum laughs. “We’re back at the hotel. It’s okay Jinyoung. Go back to sleep.”
“No,” Jinyoung says, kicking his feet out. “I’m awake now. Put me down.”
Jaebum shakes his head, tightening his grip on Jinyoung’s legs.
“Jaebum, I’m serious! Put me down!”
“No.”
“Please!”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanna take care of you, Jinyoung!” Jaebum says finally, stopping in the middle of the hallway. “Just let me take care of you.”
Jinyoung is shocked enough to stop flailing but still scoffs, unimpressed. “You do know it’s my wrist that’s sprained, not my leg right?”
Jaebum frowns. “Shut up. I’m trying to be romantic here.”
“Oh romantic huh?” Jinyoung grins. “Then kiss me, stupid.”
Jaebum gasps. “Stupid?! Ok I’m putting you down now.” He starts to loosen his grip on Jinyoung’s thighs but before he can let go completely, Jinyoung leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“I love you, stupid,” Jinyoung says, the smile on his face making lines in his cheeks that resemble cat whiskers.
Jaebum smiles and kisses him properly, short and sweet and to the point. “I love you too, Jinyoung.”