Sport drinks and painkillers
Title: Sport drinks and painkillers
Pairing: JB/Youngjae, Jackson vs Jinyoung
Rating: PG
WC: 1774
Summary: [college!AU] Jaebum feels naked. Jaebum feels naked and warm.
(...sorry for the clickbait summary,haha)
A/N: This is my present from me to you for my bday, ayyyy damn i'm old.
I'm glad it turned out way longer than i feared it would, but i guess it's because i added more Jackson vs Jinyoung than real 2jae content ^^;; my fingers slipped... and the Day6 cameos (well, Day2?) are in honor of how much i liked their latest single "I wait" (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
AO3 || AFF
*masterpost*
From the same night:
Liquor store || Lemon soju, tequila for me, mojito for you || Sport drinks and painkillers
Jaebum feels naked.
Jaebum feels naked and warm.
A quick glance under the covers and down his own body reassures Jaebum he’s at least wearing his boxers. It also shows him an arm wrapped around his waist, no big deal. Who said he had to be the little spoon, though?
Trying his best to check who’s lying in bed with him without waking the other up, Jaebum cranes his neck until he’s able to look over his own shoulder. He has to hastily fight off the urge to jump off the bed, as if burned, when he discovers it’s his roommate the person who latched onto his 90% naked body like a lifeline; Jaebum takes a couple of calming breaths and gingerly holds Youngjae’s wrist between his thumb and forefinger to lift his arm enough to sneak off bed and have all the room to freak out.
The sun is up in the sky, it must be midday already. The light filtering through the blinds makes Jaebum’s eyes sting, so he seeks relief in the shade of the mostly dark bedroom...that’s not his own. Playing “20 questions” with himself, Jaebum reaches the conclusion that he fell asleep some time during the party at Jinyoung and Jackson’s dorm and, considering neither he and Youngjae nor the other bodies scattered on the floor have been kicked out of the bedroom, this one must belong to Jackson, who most likely went to Mark’s place.
(Jinyoung is very peculiar with his spaces and possessions - Jaebum wouldn’t be surprised if his childhood friend locked his bedroom’s door and window before the party started.)
Enough with stalling looking everywhere but the bed, where Youngjae is still soundly asleep and cutely curled up under the covers. Peeking from the dark blue duvet is the boy’s shoulder, clad in what looks like Jaebum’s black turtleneck; only then does Jaebum remember he’s standing in just his boxers in a thankfully warm enough bedroom, and starts searching for the rest of his clothes he doesn’t know where did he discard them.
Feeling presentable in his ripped jeans he retrieved from under a passed out Jooheon, socks he found under the bed, and undershirt nowhere to be seen but he’ll make do with what looks like Youngjae’s oversized sweatshirt (it’s only fair, he tries to reason), Jaebum throws a last glance at his roommate before padding quietly through the obstacle course that is Jackson’s bedroom floor. He manages to step in the living room without waking anyone up; some more of their friends and people he saw in passing on campus are still asleep in different states of undress and more or less comfortable poses in the rest of the seniors’ spacious dorm (“We could’ve had it aaaalll” Jaebum’s brain starts crooning out of the blue, still bitter at the downgrade of accommodations he was forced to deal with).
Jaebum steps confidently in the bathroom, where he picks up a brand new box of Tylenol from Jinyoung’s secret stash, then heads to the kitchen where, after opening this and that cupboard, finally manages to find Jackson’s stockpile of sport drinks that he starts placing along with the painkillers nearby every pile of people to share once they wake up.
Back in the bedroom he woke up in, Jaebum sets the remaining hangover relievers on the desk, picking up a bottle and two pills for himself and Youngjae, who is already hard to wake up on normal days but becomes impossible to rouse after a drink too many.
“Youngjae…”
No response.
“Youngjae-yah…”
Jaebum starts shaking his roommate harder. Youngjae scrunches his nose a little but continues sleeping, plump lips slightly parted.
(Jaebum forces himself to look away.)
“Youngjae.”
Jaebum growls as he strips the blankets off. Youngjae whines and huddles up more to keep his bare legs somewhat warm. The senior is thankful he isn’t currently drinking the neon green concoction of mineral salts, otherwise he would’ve choked on it or spat it out, the sight of Youngjae wearing only his, Jaebum’s, turtleneck too much to handle.
“Y-Yah~!”
It sounds a bit wavery, not as firm and frustrated as Jaebum would’ve liked, but it eventually works. With another whine and a grimace, Youngjae slowly starts to wake up, only to hurriedly cover his face under the pillow because the sliver of light filtering through his barely open eyes is enough to make his eyeballs pulse and his whole brain screech in protest. Jaebum scoots a bit closer to be able to cast a shadow on his hungover roommate and prods him with the half full bottle of sport drink, a white, smooth pill in his other hand.
“Wake up and take this, Youngjae, it’ll help,” he says quietly, too familiar with the heightened sensitivity ears and eyes seem to develop after a night of partying.
“...How can you be awake and functional and responsible already…” Youngjae mumbles, taking the remedies with a grateful grunt and chugging down the drink while still lying on the bed.
“I have two years of college drinking experience on you, I guess,” Jaebum comments with a slight smile.
With quite the effort Youngjae props himself up on an elbow and scans the room, taking in the fellow party goers and recognizing some seniors.
“They do, too, but they melted on the floor as it’s common to do,” he groans, as he lets gravity do its job and he flops back on the bed. “You’re not human.”
Jaebum chuckles at the conclusion a tired Youngjae got to. He’s about to ask him about his clothes when the dorm’s door slams open unceremoniously, startling many people awake.
“Rise and shine, you bums, and get back to your rooms!” a way too bright Jackson hollers as soon as he enters. He giggles evilly at some expletives thrown his way by groggy students, but finishes Jaebum’s job by distributing drinks and pills to them as they file outside.
“If I’m not human what is he, then?” Jaebum asks, glad his lame question earned him a smile, albeit sleepy and with his eyes still closed, from Youngjae.
The senior jumps off the bed a fraction of a second before Jackson steps inside his own room, eyes already wide when he takes in the number of people sprawled on his floor widening when he notices who is on his bed. He smirks devilishly when he notices Jaebum and Youngjae swapped clothes (he was still sober when the two of them arrived at the party and he’s more observant than people give him credit for, thank you very much).
“Soooo…” Jackson draws out, eyes constantly flickering between his friends and occasionally glancing at Youngjae’s naked thighs (nice legs are nice legs), “I assume I’ll have to send you the dry cleaning bill…?”
The jokester cackles as he takes cover behind the door to avoid being hit by his own dirty laundry, the first thing within reach that Jaebum decided to throw.
“Joking aside, thanks for covering this Magic Mike wannabe with your own clothes. The ladies sure appreciated the show,” Jackson recounts, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jaebum and Youngjae just gawk at him. The senior is the first to snap out of it, shooting back, “Bet you enjoyed the sight too, hm?”
“Rawr,” is Jackson’s parting, uh...noise as he crooks his fingers to mimic a claw, before he leaves to check on Jinyoung in the adjacent room.
Jaebum and Youngjae stare at the now closed door with a mix of horror and embarrassment on their faces, as well as conflict over wanting to know more about what did they do and wanting to bury the memory.
(Fear not, someone must’ve taken pics and is gonna share them on their SNS: the memories will crash on you like a wave.)
“What the fuck happened last night--” Jaebum starts, but is immediately interrupted by Jackson erupting in a loud “YOOOOOO!!!” that manages to wake up the remaining sleepy heads in the room.
Before anyone has a chance to react and ask what’s going on, Jackson barges back in his bedroom, grinning maniacally with Jinyoung hot on his heels, ready to tackle the gym rat and force his mouth shut with a sock.
“Jinyoung slept with Wonpil and Brian!”
Jackson’s mouth gets indeed stuffed with a sock. Jinyoung is breathing heavily on top of him, red in the face for the exertion of wrestling Jackson but mostly for the shame caused by the misunderstanding.
“I didn’t sleep with them, you damn gossip. I wasn’t about to let them go shitfaced all the way to their place, but there wasn’t any more free space for them to sleep in so I let them crash in my room,” Jinyoung explains, glaring at his roommate.
“You never allowed me to share the bed with you, though,” Jaebum butts in, unable to help but feel miffed at his best friend’s usually strict bed rules being disregarded at once. He’s about to say something more just to be petty but he shrivels slightly under Jinyoung’s withering look.
“Now is not the time, Jaebum. You, stand up,” the upset boy orders, pulling Jackson up by his arm, “And you guys, too: stop pretending to be asleep. If I hear a peep of what you just heard from someone else that isn’t present, you’re gonna regret it.”
...People are always intimidated by Jaebum’s cold exterior, but it’s under Jinyoung’s ‘Ideal Son-In-Law’ façade where the real nastiness is at.
The remaining party goers scramble up on more or less steady feet and flee the dorm, Wonpil and Brian tagging along, thanking Jackson and Jinyoung as they leave.
“Oh look, our stuff!” Youngjae squeaks awkwardly to break the tension, covering his legs with Jaebum’s long sweater as much as he can before rushing to grab the ball of clothes someone used as pillow.
“Oh, good!” Jaebum exclaims, helping Youngjae to disentangle his jeans and his own undershirt quicker and just leave their friends’ dorm already. They don’t bother to swap clothes or look for more missing pieces: they follow the others’ example and rush to the entrance, where they wear their jackets and shoes and shoot back a “Thanks for having us, see you!” on their way out, Jaebum waving his undershirt.
Jackson and Jinyoung look after them with an unreadable expression, then at the mess that is their dorm room.
“Guess who is gonna clean all this shit?” Jinyoung chirps in a sickly sweet tone, shrugging on his own coat and slipping his shoes on.
Jackson groans.
> Otter
hey hyung, did you happen to find my socks? white + black nike logo
>> Jackson hyung
imma keep em
> Otter
...okay
Pairing: JB/Youngjae, Jackson vs Jinyoung
Rating: PG
WC: 1774
Summary: [college!AU] Jaebum feels naked. Jaebum feels naked and warm.
(...sorry for the clickbait summary,haha)
A/N: This is my present from me to you for my bday, ayyyy damn i'm old.
I'm glad it turned out way longer than i feared it would, but i guess it's because i added more Jackson vs Jinyoung than real 2jae content ^^;; my fingers slipped... and the Day6 cameos (well, Day2?) are in honor of how much i liked their latest single "I wait" (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
AO3 || AFF
*masterpost*
From the same night:
Liquor store || Lemon soju, tequila for me, mojito for you || Sport drinks and painkillers
Jaebum feels naked.
Jaebum feels naked and warm.
A quick glance under the covers and down his own body reassures Jaebum he’s at least wearing his boxers. It also shows him an arm wrapped around his waist, no big deal. Who said he had to be the little spoon, though?
Trying his best to check who’s lying in bed with him without waking the other up, Jaebum cranes his neck until he’s able to look over his own shoulder. He has to hastily fight off the urge to jump off the bed, as if burned, when he discovers it’s his roommate the person who latched onto his 90% naked body like a lifeline; Jaebum takes a couple of calming breaths and gingerly holds Youngjae’s wrist between his thumb and forefinger to lift his arm enough to sneak off bed and have all the room to freak out.
The sun is up in the sky, it must be midday already. The light filtering through the blinds makes Jaebum’s eyes sting, so he seeks relief in the shade of the mostly dark bedroom...that’s not his own. Playing “20 questions” with himself, Jaebum reaches the conclusion that he fell asleep some time during the party at Jinyoung and Jackson’s dorm and, considering neither he and Youngjae nor the other bodies scattered on the floor have been kicked out of the bedroom, this one must belong to Jackson, who most likely went to Mark’s place.
(Jinyoung is very peculiar with his spaces and possessions - Jaebum wouldn’t be surprised if his childhood friend locked his bedroom’s door and window before the party started.)
Enough with stalling looking everywhere but the bed, where Youngjae is still soundly asleep and cutely curled up under the covers. Peeking from the dark blue duvet is the boy’s shoulder, clad in what looks like Jaebum’s black turtleneck; only then does Jaebum remember he’s standing in just his boxers in a thankfully warm enough bedroom, and starts searching for the rest of his clothes he doesn’t know where did he discard them.
Feeling presentable in his ripped jeans he retrieved from under a passed out Jooheon, socks he found under the bed, and undershirt nowhere to be seen but he’ll make do with what looks like Youngjae’s oversized sweatshirt (it’s only fair, he tries to reason), Jaebum throws a last glance at his roommate before padding quietly through the obstacle course that is Jackson’s bedroom floor. He manages to step in the living room without waking anyone up; some more of their friends and people he saw in passing on campus are still asleep in different states of undress and more or less comfortable poses in the rest of the seniors’ spacious dorm (“We could’ve had it aaaalll” Jaebum’s brain starts crooning out of the blue, still bitter at the downgrade of accommodations he was forced to deal with).
Jaebum steps confidently in the bathroom, where he picks up a brand new box of Tylenol from Jinyoung’s secret stash, then heads to the kitchen where, after opening this and that cupboard, finally manages to find Jackson’s stockpile of sport drinks that he starts placing along with the painkillers nearby every pile of people to share once they wake up.
Back in the bedroom he woke up in, Jaebum sets the remaining hangover relievers on the desk, picking up a bottle and two pills for himself and Youngjae, who is already hard to wake up on normal days but becomes impossible to rouse after a drink too many.
“Youngjae…”
No response.
“Youngjae-yah…”
Jaebum starts shaking his roommate harder. Youngjae scrunches his nose a little but continues sleeping, plump lips slightly parted.
(Jaebum forces himself to look away.)
“Youngjae.”
Jaebum growls as he strips the blankets off. Youngjae whines and huddles up more to keep his bare legs somewhat warm. The senior is thankful he isn’t currently drinking the neon green concoction of mineral salts, otherwise he would’ve choked on it or spat it out, the sight of Youngjae wearing only his, Jaebum’s, turtleneck too much to handle.
“Y-Yah~!”
It sounds a bit wavery, not as firm and frustrated as Jaebum would’ve liked, but it eventually works. With another whine and a grimace, Youngjae slowly starts to wake up, only to hurriedly cover his face under the pillow because the sliver of light filtering through his barely open eyes is enough to make his eyeballs pulse and his whole brain screech in protest. Jaebum scoots a bit closer to be able to cast a shadow on his hungover roommate and prods him with the half full bottle of sport drink, a white, smooth pill in his other hand.
“Wake up and take this, Youngjae, it’ll help,” he says quietly, too familiar with the heightened sensitivity ears and eyes seem to develop after a night of partying.
“...How can you be awake and functional and responsible already…” Youngjae mumbles, taking the remedies with a grateful grunt and chugging down the drink while still lying on the bed.
“I have two years of college drinking experience on you, I guess,” Jaebum comments with a slight smile.
With quite the effort Youngjae props himself up on an elbow and scans the room, taking in the fellow party goers and recognizing some seniors.
“They do, too, but they melted on the floor as it’s common to do,” he groans, as he lets gravity do its job and he flops back on the bed. “You’re not human.”
Jaebum chuckles at the conclusion a tired Youngjae got to. He’s about to ask him about his clothes when the dorm’s door slams open unceremoniously, startling many people awake.
“Rise and shine, you bums, and get back to your rooms!” a way too bright Jackson hollers as soon as he enters. He giggles evilly at some expletives thrown his way by groggy students, but finishes Jaebum’s job by distributing drinks and pills to them as they file outside.
“If I’m not human what is he, then?” Jaebum asks, glad his lame question earned him a smile, albeit sleepy and with his eyes still closed, from Youngjae.
The senior jumps off the bed a fraction of a second before Jackson steps inside his own room, eyes already wide when he takes in the number of people sprawled on his floor widening when he notices who is on his bed. He smirks devilishly when he notices Jaebum and Youngjae swapped clothes (he was still sober when the two of them arrived at the party and he’s more observant than people give him credit for, thank you very much).
“Soooo…” Jackson draws out, eyes constantly flickering between his friends and occasionally glancing at Youngjae’s naked thighs (nice legs are nice legs), “I assume I’ll have to send you the dry cleaning bill…?”
The jokester cackles as he takes cover behind the door to avoid being hit by his own dirty laundry, the first thing within reach that Jaebum decided to throw.
“Joking aside, thanks for covering this Magic Mike wannabe with your own clothes. The ladies sure appreciated the show,” Jackson recounts, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jaebum and Youngjae just gawk at him. The senior is the first to snap out of it, shooting back, “Bet you enjoyed the sight too, hm?”
“Rawr,” is Jackson’s parting, uh...noise as he crooks his fingers to mimic a claw, before he leaves to check on Jinyoung in the adjacent room.
Jaebum and Youngjae stare at the now closed door with a mix of horror and embarrassment on their faces, as well as conflict over wanting to know more about what did they do and wanting to bury the memory.
(Fear not, someone must’ve taken pics and is gonna share them on their SNS: the memories will crash on you like a wave.)
“What the fuck happened last night--” Jaebum starts, but is immediately interrupted by Jackson erupting in a loud “YOOOOOO!!!” that manages to wake up the remaining sleepy heads in the room.
Before anyone has a chance to react and ask what’s going on, Jackson barges back in his bedroom, grinning maniacally with Jinyoung hot on his heels, ready to tackle the gym rat and force his mouth shut with a sock.
“Jinyoung slept with Wonpil and Brian!”
Jackson’s mouth gets indeed stuffed with a sock. Jinyoung is breathing heavily on top of him, red in the face for the exertion of wrestling Jackson but mostly for the shame caused by the misunderstanding.
“I didn’t sleep with them, you damn gossip. I wasn’t about to let them go shitfaced all the way to their place, but there wasn’t any more free space for them to sleep in so I let them crash in my room,” Jinyoung explains, glaring at his roommate.
“You never allowed me to share the bed with you, though,” Jaebum butts in, unable to help but feel miffed at his best friend’s usually strict bed rules being disregarded at once. He’s about to say something more just to be petty but he shrivels slightly under Jinyoung’s withering look.
“Now is not the time, Jaebum. You, stand up,” the upset boy orders, pulling Jackson up by his arm, “And you guys, too: stop pretending to be asleep. If I hear a peep of what you just heard from someone else that isn’t present, you’re gonna regret it.”
...People are always intimidated by Jaebum’s cold exterior, but it’s under Jinyoung’s ‘Ideal Son-In-Law’ façade where the real nastiness is at.
The remaining party goers scramble up on more or less steady feet and flee the dorm, Wonpil and Brian tagging along, thanking Jackson and Jinyoung as they leave.
“Oh look, our stuff!” Youngjae squeaks awkwardly to break the tension, covering his legs with Jaebum’s long sweater as much as he can before rushing to grab the ball of clothes someone used as pillow.
“Oh, good!” Jaebum exclaims, helping Youngjae to disentangle his jeans and his own undershirt quicker and just leave their friends’ dorm already. They don’t bother to swap clothes or look for more missing pieces: they follow the others’ example and rush to the entrance, where they wear their jackets and shoes and shoot back a “Thanks for having us, see you!” on their way out, Jaebum waving his undershirt.
Jackson and Jinyoung look after them with an unreadable expression, then at the mess that is their dorm room.
“Guess who is gonna clean all this shit?” Jinyoung chirps in a sickly sweet tone, shrugging on his own coat and slipping his shoes on.
Jackson groans.
> Otter
hey hyung, did you happen to find my socks? white + black nike logo
>> Jackson hyung
imma keep em
> Otter
...okay