good old-fashioned lover boy [for blowshard]
For: blowshard
title: good old-fashioned lover boy
pairing(s)/focus: mark-focus (hinted mark/omcs); (yugyeom/)mark/Jinyoung; hinted jackson/jaebum.
rating: pg-13
word count: 2941
summary: "Wow," Jackson drawls, clapping his hands together sarcastically, even though deep down inside, he actually is sorta impressed. "You ditched your dad for free food. What a slut."
Jackson loves to hear Papa Tuan tell embarrassing stories about Mark, especially the ones set around the time when he lived in the States, where Mark was a gangly teen, lurking around WeHo like he owned the place. The way Pops tells it, he might as well have, the way waiters and shopkeepers and randoms on the street would bend over backwards in any way they could, just to bring out that shy smile of Mark's.
"He was way too young to even think about sneaking into clubs, but the bouncers would try to wave him in anyway," Pops brags, his chest puffed up like he's the one in the family who has a cocked-up nickname. Jackson makes a few impressed noises, hemming and hawing, just to watch Mark's face heat up and him squirm uncomfortably on the small section of couch he's claimed from himself. He's sitting as far away from them as he can, nose buried into his phone screen, as if he isn't hanging on to every embarrassing word.
"Next time we get a break, you've gotta help me sneak into a club! Well, if I'm still not legal by then, I guess," Jackson says, though the thought of them having a break long enough to do something - one with enough time allotted to them that they can catch up on sleep enough to actually want to do anything else - seems like the most farfetched thing about that entire sentence.
Pops winks and shakes his head, shoots Mark a shy glance that has Mark going even redder, though he isn't looking at either of them. It’s as if this is a script that's played out a thousand times, and he's preemptively getting embarrassed over what'll happen next. "No, you don't want that, little Jack," Pops says sagely. "One time, when Mark was seventeen, I took him to this nice little coffee shop. We were sitting out on the patio, and this nice young man comes up to talk to Mark. He said that there was a restaurant opening and that he would love to take Mark and I. I stepped away for a moment to call Mama to let her know, and when I came back, Mark was gone! He didn't show up at home until two in the morning!"
"Wow," Jackson drawls, clapping his together sarcastically, even though deep down inside, he actually is sorta impressed. "You ditched your dad for free food. What a slut."
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It isn’t exactly time off, but a few days later their manager ends rehearsals early. It's not so late that reputable places are closed, and they're all keyed up enough from a good workout and the resulting adrenaline coursing through their veins that going home to catch up on sleep would be impossible; it'll be hours before they calm down enough to rest, and tossing in their beds or feeling antsy on the couch doesn't appeal to any of them.
"Is anyone hungry?" Jinyoung asks. He's got Bambam cradled between his legs, fussing with his hair and mumbling that Bambam needs to drink a second bottle of water, something about how Bambam hasn't been finishing his lately and how it's not good for him. Jackson's about to make fun of him for being such a damn mom about everything when Jinyoung says, "If it's some place cheap, I'll pay. But only for one thing!"
It gets all of them going, some clapping sarcastically at Jinyoung's half-assed offer, while Bambam and Mark toss their hands up into the air in genuine glee.
They pack up their things and file out of the studio, tossing out ideas of what they might want to eat, and where, just so someone else can shoot down the idea. It's dark enough that they can stand out in front of the building without worrying that someone may be watching and taking photos, but Jackson isn't all that inclined to stretch their luck by staying there too long.
"Oh, I know!" Jackson says, cutting off whatever it was Youngjae was lobbying for. "This new club place opened up a few blocks over. They're supposed to have really good food; let's give it a try?" He wraps an arm around Yugyeom and Mark's shoulders and forcibly makes them walk along with him, so that the others are forced to follow along with them, even with them whining out complaints about wanting to go to a real restaurant, and with that the matter is settled.
It doesn't take them long to reach the street the club's on. There's already a line wrapped half around the block, which is a good sign to Jackson, but Bambam twists and presses his face into Jackson's neck so he can whine out, "I don't want to wait."
On Jackson's other side, Yugyeom says, with wonder in his voice, "There's uh - has anyone else noticed how there's only guys in the line? I don't think I see a single girl."
The gears start turning in Jackson's brain and he comes up with a plan rapid-quick. It's so good that he knows Mark will probably think he was running a scheme this entire time, which makes it the best type of plan, the ones where you put in so little effort but shit somehow managed to work itself out anyway.
"That's right," Jackson says with nonchalance, drawing out right until it starts to sound like a song. "This is a gay club! That's perfect, it means Mark can get us through the door without waiting."
As if on cue, Mark's face pinks up and he ducks his head, shy. Jaebum lets out a noise of disbelief, but Jackson's already on a roll. He uses both hands to gently shove Mark until he has to start walking again, or risk toppling over face-first onto the cold cement. Everyone else trails behind them like ducklings, eager to watch Mark crash and burn.
The guys working the door barely even look at them, obviously used to waving off smug bastards who think they can charm their way to the front of the line. Jackson jabs Mark in the side using his elbow, jerking his head as a prompt for Mark to say something and work his charm already.
"Ah," Mark says, voice coming out kind of breathy, which, what? "Excuse me?"
The doormen finally actually look at them, and it's like a switch has been flipped. Suddenly they're the ones looking shy, color suddenly inexplicably tinting the tops of their cheeks as they roll their lips into their mouths and stare at Mark like he's the best thing they've seen all day - maybe the best thing they've seen in their whole entire lives.
"Hi." Mark beams at them, reaches up to muss with his bangs in a way that usually comes off as nervous, but with the aura he's giving off it comes off as kind of sexy, and Jackson cannot fucking believe he just thought of Mark as sexy - what in the hell is going on. "My friends and I have heard great things about this place; could we please go in and check it out?"
The guys basically fall over themselves to unhook the velvet rope protecting the entrance of the club and wordlessly wave all seven of them through. A couple of men who had been next in line to go in start to complain, but they shut right up when Mark turns to smile at them repentantly, obviously falling in love-lust with Mark just as quickly as the doormen had.
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Looking back on it, guys have always clustered around Mark. Little boys loved to cuddle up to him, cheeks pink as they smile and wait for the pop of a camera's flash before greedily turning their gaze back up at Mark, starstruck, as they whisper-mumble shyly that GOT7 is the only of their big sisters’ bands that they don't mind listening to.
Old-timers love him too. Mark's engaging when he listens to their stories, never mind if they're someone experienced in the business or an old guy on the street, ranting about how things were better fifty years ago. They actually like to listen to Mark speak too, which is what freaks Jackson out the most. Old guys love to dish it out but they're rarely good at sitting down to listen themselves, but they hang on each and every single one of Mark's words, as if he's the one with something to teach them, and not the other way around.
At events, it's easy for guys their age to get lost in the shuffle; a fan's a fan's a fan, and they need to concentrate on their own things anyway, so it wasn't as if Jackson really had the time to take notice of just how many unaccompanied, twenty-something male fans Mark had, and how it was completely disproportionate to the dudes Jackson and the rest of them dealt with. Even the brothers and boyfriends standing in line with the women in their lives always appeared to be less bored when they were waiting in Mark's line, typically with something of their own for Mark to sign, or eager to take a picture with him, hands settled into the dip of Mark's spine as they pose.
It's obvious now. Glaringly so - embarrassingly so, not only for Jackson, but the rest of the group, who share a look the minute they walk through the door, when time seems to stand still and the music dims as everybody turns to make hungry eyes Mark's way, one that says how in the fuck did we not notice this before?, which is embarrassing all on its own, before the way guys gawk and practically drool shamelessly after Mark as they make their way up to the bar.
"Uh," Jinyoung says, sounding a bit dazed from, well, everything, and Jackson doesn't blame him at all, because he's feeling exactly the same way. "You guys should find a table? I'll order the drinks."
The bartender, who isn't even pretending not to listen in to their conversation, says, "Oh no! There are seats up here for you guys; no reason to hide away in a corner! Especially not you, gorgeous," he tacks on at the end, sending a wink Mark’s way.
He actually shoves guys who are already sitting at of the bar out of the seats, and not a single one of them complains. Jackson exchanges a wide-eyed look with Yugyeom before taking his seat, trying not to feel a bit creeped out by the way the other men hover around where Mark's now sitting, glasses held awkwardly in their hands.
"What’ll you have to drink, sweetheart?" the bartender asks Mark.
Mark bites his lip, considering, and Jackson can actually hear a few of the guys closest to him whimper. To his left, Yugyeom gasps a little wetly and then leans into Jackson's shoulder to say, "Mark - uh, Mark has a really good mouth, right? It's not just me."
Finally, Mark answers, saying, "Honestly, I have no idea. Just give us whatever! Just tell me you have food," but Jackson ignores the rush of men offering to pay for Mark's drink because he literally cannot believe he heard Yugyeom correctly.
"Are you for real?" Jackson hisses back.
Yugyeom has the decency to look embarrassed, so Jackson figures that he can't be that far gone. "I've always kind of noticed?" Yugyeom admits, voice almost too-low to be heard against the music. "But all these other guys noticing too, it's made me - I dunno."
Jackson does not want to deal with that right now.
It takes him three tries to flag down one of the other bartenders, snapping his fingers rudely to finally get his attention. He orders something mixed, with just enough sweetness to mask all the vodka that's being poured into it, and downs about half of it in one go. The bartender watches him swallow it down with a bemused expression on his face, waiting for Jackson to set the glass back down before he asks, "We don't do tabs here, buddy. I'm going to need cash for that."
One of Mark's admirers has finally gathered up the courage to approach him. "Um, you have an accent," the guy notes, rather dumbly. Mark smiles at him, looking a bit goofy as he sucks away at a straw, sipping the drink that the bartender made for him and probably making every single guy in there wishing that a certain body part of theirs was that straw. "Is-is Korean not your first language?"
Mark releases the straw from between his teeth and says, "You have a good ear! I'm from America." Jackson can practically hear the floor groan as every single guy in the place readies themselves to rush Mark - undoubtedly to ask him if he'd like to have a guided tour around Korea, one that wraps up in their bed, or to try out any of the bad English they've learned from songs or shitty TV shows.
He's feeling petty enough that it's like second nature for him to raise his voice just loud enough for everyone to hear him say, "Oh, Mark's boyfriend will be paying for all of our drinks. That's him, sitting beside Mark! Jinyoung, you said first round was on you, right?"
The room deflates instantly, some guys actually muttering out oh, what the fuck loud enough to be heard over everyone else's groans. The crowd around Mark starts to thin out, guys sadly returning to their friends and boyfriends, hopes dashed.
Yugyeom elbows Jackson in his side, hissing, "What, you couldn't have said I was his boyfriend."
"You're too young to have a boyfriend," Jackson says, and then downs the rest of his drink. "Can we move to a table now?" He directs the question at everyone else this time. "I'm hungry."
Jaebum makes a sympathetic noise and voices his agreement. "I can hear Bambam’s tummy from here."
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Jackson doesn't get drunk, really. It's more that he gets cuddly, and right now he's got Jaebum half-cuddled into his lap, one of Jackson's legs hooked around Jaebum's knee. Jaebum's had enough to drink that his cheeks are flushed, even though his eyes are still sharp, not anywhere close to the dazed glassy tinge that have settled over Jackson's.
"Hyung," Jackson says, lips pressed into Jaebum's neck and catching against the skin there each time his mouth shapes a word. "Hyung, those guys are kissing." He points dazedly into the crowd, at the fifteen or so different couples practically eating one another through their mouths. "I want a kiss, hyung."
"Get one from Mark, then." Jaebum gives him an amused look. Jackson thinks his lips look much better than Mark's.
As a joke, Jackson had told a slightly drunk Mark that he'd need to sell his relationship to Jinyoung if he wanted to make sure they weren't bothered anymore that night. The more Mark drank, the more Mark sold, chaste kisses pressed into Jinyoung's cheek quickly turning into hickies being sucked and kissed into the length of Jinyoung's neck, their hands tangled underneath the table, Mark feeding him bits of food off his plate and pouting until Jinyoung returned the favor. At one point, it seemed like a good idea to get Yugyeom involved. Jackson's lost a bit of time, but Yugyeom's sitting on Mark's lap, looking happy as Mark runs scratches his fingers through Yugyeom's hair while he giggles something into Jinyoung's ear.
"Youngjae," Jackson complains, looking for someone to commiserate with, except Youngjae's talking to some dude, the two of them looking at something at the guy's phone and laughing.
"No! Hyung, even Youngjae has a friend." Jackson cannot imagine anything worse. "And where is Bambam? What if he has friends too? Jaebum-hyung, either you gotta kiss me or I'm going to go make friends too!" Jaebum sighs and ducks his head down, pressing their lips together so quickly that Jackson nearly misses the kiss entirely. He should have been more specific, but he doesn't actually mind that it was a quick thing, so he says thank you and fishes his phone out of his pocket, pulling up the camera app. "Can you kiss me again, though, please hyung?"
Jaebum must be even more gone than Jackson originally thought, because he sighs like his is the hardest life anyone has ever lived, but he actually does lean back in to press a kiss to Jackson's lips without much more complaint.
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Jackson wakes up with a killer headache and his annoyingly vibrating phone as his only company. It’s nearly dead, screen automatically dimmed to conserve energy as it blinks with alerts for three text messages. All of them are from Papa Tuan, which means that Jackson probably did something really fucking stupid.
hahaha looks like Mark got you guys into a club after all. Did he get an instant fan club?
The first one says, which isn’t too bad. Maybe Jackson’s drunk twin had only given Pops a head’s up and actually kept the details to himself for once.
Oh my! I didn’t know that you and Jaebum were together! I’m going to save this photo for your parents, just in case you two get married…
That’s - Jackson doesn’t want to think about that, or what Jaebum may have to say when sober and in the light of day.
He steels himself for what the the final message will say, praying that he didn’t send Pops a picture of Jaebum’s dick or anything like that.
Drink lots of water and don’t feel embarrassed when you wake up, little Jack! At least Mark didn’t ditch you!
[readers, don't forget to leave a comment! anonymous is on if you're shy.]
title: good old-fashioned lover boy
pairing(s)/focus: mark-focus (hinted mark/omcs); (yugyeom/)mark/Jinyoung; hinted jackson/jaebum.
rating: pg-13
word count: 2941
summary: "Wow," Jackson drawls, clapping his hands together sarcastically, even though deep down inside, he actually is sorta impressed. "You ditched your dad for free food. What a slut."
Jackson loves to hear Papa Tuan tell embarrassing stories about Mark, especially the ones set around the time when he lived in the States, where Mark was a gangly teen, lurking around WeHo like he owned the place. The way Pops tells it, he might as well have, the way waiters and shopkeepers and randoms on the street would bend over backwards in any way they could, just to bring out that shy smile of Mark's.
"He was way too young to even think about sneaking into clubs, but the bouncers would try to wave him in anyway," Pops brags, his chest puffed up like he's the one in the family who has a cocked-up nickname. Jackson makes a few impressed noises, hemming and hawing, just to watch Mark's face heat up and him squirm uncomfortably on the small section of couch he's claimed from himself. He's sitting as far away from them as he can, nose buried into his phone screen, as if he isn't hanging on to every embarrassing word.
"Next time we get a break, you've gotta help me sneak into a club! Well, if I'm still not legal by then, I guess," Jackson says, though the thought of them having a break long enough to do something - one with enough time allotted to them that they can catch up on sleep enough to actually want to do anything else - seems like the most farfetched thing about that entire sentence.
Pops winks and shakes his head, shoots Mark a shy glance that has Mark going even redder, though he isn't looking at either of them. It’s as if this is a script that's played out a thousand times, and he's preemptively getting embarrassed over what'll happen next. "No, you don't want that, little Jack," Pops says sagely. "One time, when Mark was seventeen, I took him to this nice little coffee shop. We were sitting out on the patio, and this nice young man comes up to talk to Mark. He said that there was a restaurant opening and that he would love to take Mark and I. I stepped away for a moment to call Mama to let her know, and when I came back, Mark was gone! He didn't show up at home until two in the morning!"
"Wow," Jackson drawls, clapping his together sarcastically, even though deep down inside, he actually is sorta impressed. "You ditched your dad for free food. What a slut."
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It isn’t exactly time off, but a few days later their manager ends rehearsals early. It's not so late that reputable places are closed, and they're all keyed up enough from a good workout and the resulting adrenaline coursing through their veins that going home to catch up on sleep would be impossible; it'll be hours before they calm down enough to rest, and tossing in their beds or feeling antsy on the couch doesn't appeal to any of them.
"Is anyone hungry?" Jinyoung asks. He's got Bambam cradled between his legs, fussing with his hair and mumbling that Bambam needs to drink a second bottle of water, something about how Bambam hasn't been finishing his lately and how it's not good for him. Jackson's about to make fun of him for being such a damn mom about everything when Jinyoung says, "If it's some place cheap, I'll pay. But only for one thing!"
It gets all of them going, some clapping sarcastically at Jinyoung's half-assed offer, while Bambam and Mark toss their hands up into the air in genuine glee.
They pack up their things and file out of the studio, tossing out ideas of what they might want to eat, and where, just so someone else can shoot down the idea. It's dark enough that they can stand out in front of the building without worrying that someone may be watching and taking photos, but Jackson isn't all that inclined to stretch their luck by staying there too long.
"Oh, I know!" Jackson says, cutting off whatever it was Youngjae was lobbying for. "This new club place opened up a few blocks over. They're supposed to have really good food; let's give it a try?" He wraps an arm around Yugyeom and Mark's shoulders and forcibly makes them walk along with him, so that the others are forced to follow along with them, even with them whining out complaints about wanting to go to a real restaurant, and with that the matter is settled.
It doesn't take them long to reach the street the club's on. There's already a line wrapped half around the block, which is a good sign to Jackson, but Bambam twists and presses his face into Jackson's neck so he can whine out, "I don't want to wait."
On Jackson's other side, Yugyeom says, with wonder in his voice, "There's uh - has anyone else noticed how there's only guys in the line? I don't think I see a single girl."
The gears start turning in Jackson's brain and he comes up with a plan rapid-quick. It's so good that he knows Mark will probably think he was running a scheme this entire time, which makes it the best type of plan, the ones where you put in so little effort but shit somehow managed to work itself out anyway.
"That's right," Jackson says with nonchalance, drawing out right until it starts to sound like a song. "This is a gay club! That's perfect, it means Mark can get us through the door without waiting."
As if on cue, Mark's face pinks up and he ducks his head, shy. Jaebum lets out a noise of disbelief, but Jackson's already on a roll. He uses both hands to gently shove Mark until he has to start walking again, or risk toppling over face-first onto the cold cement. Everyone else trails behind them like ducklings, eager to watch Mark crash and burn.
The guys working the door barely even look at them, obviously used to waving off smug bastards who think they can charm their way to the front of the line. Jackson jabs Mark in the side using his elbow, jerking his head as a prompt for Mark to say something and work his charm already.
"Ah," Mark says, voice coming out kind of breathy, which, what? "Excuse me?"
The doormen finally actually look at them, and it's like a switch has been flipped. Suddenly they're the ones looking shy, color suddenly inexplicably tinting the tops of their cheeks as they roll their lips into their mouths and stare at Mark like he's the best thing they've seen all day - maybe the best thing they've seen in their whole entire lives.
"Hi." Mark beams at them, reaches up to muss with his bangs in a way that usually comes off as nervous, but with the aura he's giving off it comes off as kind of sexy, and Jackson cannot fucking believe he just thought of Mark as sexy - what in the hell is going on. "My friends and I have heard great things about this place; could we please go in and check it out?"
The guys basically fall over themselves to unhook the velvet rope protecting the entrance of the club and wordlessly wave all seven of them through. A couple of men who had been next in line to go in start to complain, but they shut right up when Mark turns to smile at them repentantly, obviously falling in love-lust with Mark just as quickly as the doormen had.
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Looking back on it, guys have always clustered around Mark. Little boys loved to cuddle up to him, cheeks pink as they smile and wait for the pop of a camera's flash before greedily turning their gaze back up at Mark, starstruck, as they whisper-mumble shyly that GOT7 is the only of their big sisters’ bands that they don't mind listening to.
Old-timers love him too. Mark's engaging when he listens to their stories, never mind if they're someone experienced in the business or an old guy on the street, ranting about how things were better fifty years ago. They actually like to listen to Mark speak too, which is what freaks Jackson out the most. Old guys love to dish it out but they're rarely good at sitting down to listen themselves, but they hang on each and every single one of Mark's words, as if he's the one with something to teach them, and not the other way around.
At events, it's easy for guys their age to get lost in the shuffle; a fan's a fan's a fan, and they need to concentrate on their own things anyway, so it wasn't as if Jackson really had the time to take notice of just how many unaccompanied, twenty-something male fans Mark had, and how it was completely disproportionate to the dudes Jackson and the rest of them dealt with. Even the brothers and boyfriends standing in line with the women in their lives always appeared to be less bored when they were waiting in Mark's line, typically with something of their own for Mark to sign, or eager to take a picture with him, hands settled into the dip of Mark's spine as they pose.
It's obvious now. Glaringly so - embarrassingly so, not only for Jackson, but the rest of the group, who share a look the minute they walk through the door, when time seems to stand still and the music dims as everybody turns to make hungry eyes Mark's way, one that says how in the fuck did we not notice this before?, which is embarrassing all on its own, before the way guys gawk and practically drool shamelessly after Mark as they make their way up to the bar.
"Uh," Jinyoung says, sounding a bit dazed from, well, everything, and Jackson doesn't blame him at all, because he's feeling exactly the same way. "You guys should find a table? I'll order the drinks."
The bartender, who isn't even pretending not to listen in to their conversation, says, "Oh no! There are seats up here for you guys; no reason to hide away in a corner! Especially not you, gorgeous," he tacks on at the end, sending a wink Mark’s way.
He actually shoves guys who are already sitting at of the bar out of the seats, and not a single one of them complains. Jackson exchanges a wide-eyed look with Yugyeom before taking his seat, trying not to feel a bit creeped out by the way the other men hover around where Mark's now sitting, glasses held awkwardly in their hands.
"What’ll you have to drink, sweetheart?" the bartender asks Mark.
Mark bites his lip, considering, and Jackson can actually hear a few of the guys closest to him whimper. To his left, Yugyeom gasps a little wetly and then leans into Jackson's shoulder to say, "Mark - uh, Mark has a really good mouth, right? It's not just me."
Finally, Mark answers, saying, "Honestly, I have no idea. Just give us whatever! Just tell me you have food," but Jackson ignores the rush of men offering to pay for Mark's drink because he literally cannot believe he heard Yugyeom correctly.
"Are you for real?" Jackson hisses back.
Yugyeom has the decency to look embarrassed, so Jackson figures that he can't be that far gone. "I've always kind of noticed?" Yugyeom admits, voice almost too-low to be heard against the music. "But all these other guys noticing too, it's made me - I dunno."
Jackson does not want to deal with that right now.
It takes him three tries to flag down one of the other bartenders, snapping his fingers rudely to finally get his attention. He orders something mixed, with just enough sweetness to mask all the vodka that's being poured into it, and downs about half of it in one go. The bartender watches him swallow it down with a bemused expression on his face, waiting for Jackson to set the glass back down before he asks, "We don't do tabs here, buddy. I'm going to need cash for that."
One of Mark's admirers has finally gathered up the courage to approach him. "Um, you have an accent," the guy notes, rather dumbly. Mark smiles at him, looking a bit goofy as he sucks away at a straw, sipping the drink that the bartender made for him and probably making every single guy in there wishing that a certain body part of theirs was that straw. "Is-is Korean not your first language?"
Mark releases the straw from between his teeth and says, "You have a good ear! I'm from America." Jackson can practically hear the floor groan as every single guy in the place readies themselves to rush Mark - undoubtedly to ask him if he'd like to have a guided tour around Korea, one that wraps up in their bed, or to try out any of the bad English they've learned from songs or shitty TV shows.
He's feeling petty enough that it's like second nature for him to raise his voice just loud enough for everyone to hear him say, "Oh, Mark's boyfriend will be paying for all of our drinks. That's him, sitting beside Mark! Jinyoung, you said first round was on you, right?"
The room deflates instantly, some guys actually muttering out oh, what the fuck loud enough to be heard over everyone else's groans. The crowd around Mark starts to thin out, guys sadly returning to their friends and boyfriends, hopes dashed.
Yugyeom elbows Jackson in his side, hissing, "What, you couldn't have said I was his boyfriend."
"You're too young to have a boyfriend," Jackson says, and then downs the rest of his drink. "Can we move to a table now?" He directs the question at everyone else this time. "I'm hungry."
Jaebum makes a sympathetic noise and voices his agreement. "I can hear Bambam’s tummy from here."
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Jackson doesn't get drunk, really. It's more that he gets cuddly, and right now he's got Jaebum half-cuddled into his lap, one of Jackson's legs hooked around Jaebum's knee. Jaebum's had enough to drink that his cheeks are flushed, even though his eyes are still sharp, not anywhere close to the dazed glassy tinge that have settled over Jackson's.
"Hyung," Jackson says, lips pressed into Jaebum's neck and catching against the skin there each time his mouth shapes a word. "Hyung, those guys are kissing." He points dazedly into the crowd, at the fifteen or so different couples practically eating one another through their mouths. "I want a kiss, hyung."
"Get one from Mark, then." Jaebum gives him an amused look. Jackson thinks his lips look much better than Mark's.
As a joke, Jackson had told a slightly drunk Mark that he'd need to sell his relationship to Jinyoung if he wanted to make sure they weren't bothered anymore that night. The more Mark drank, the more Mark sold, chaste kisses pressed into Jinyoung's cheek quickly turning into hickies being sucked and kissed into the length of Jinyoung's neck, their hands tangled underneath the table, Mark feeding him bits of food off his plate and pouting until Jinyoung returned the favor. At one point, it seemed like a good idea to get Yugyeom involved. Jackson's lost a bit of time, but Yugyeom's sitting on Mark's lap, looking happy as Mark runs scratches his fingers through Yugyeom's hair while he giggles something into Jinyoung's ear.
"Youngjae," Jackson complains, looking for someone to commiserate with, except Youngjae's talking to some dude, the two of them looking at something at the guy's phone and laughing.
"No! Hyung, even Youngjae has a friend." Jackson cannot imagine anything worse. "And where is Bambam? What if he has friends too? Jaebum-hyung, either you gotta kiss me or I'm going to go make friends too!" Jaebum sighs and ducks his head down, pressing their lips together so quickly that Jackson nearly misses the kiss entirely. He should have been more specific, but he doesn't actually mind that it was a quick thing, so he says thank you and fishes his phone out of his pocket, pulling up the camera app. "Can you kiss me again, though, please hyung?"
Jaebum must be even more gone than Jackson originally thought, because he sighs like his is the hardest life anyone has ever lived, but he actually does lean back in to press a kiss to Jackson's lips without much more complaint.
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Jackson wakes up with a killer headache and his annoyingly vibrating phone as his only company. It’s nearly dead, screen automatically dimmed to conserve energy as it blinks with alerts for three text messages. All of them are from Papa Tuan, which means that Jackson probably did something really fucking stupid.
hahaha looks like Mark got you guys into a club after all. Did he get an instant fan club?
The first one says, which isn’t too bad. Maybe Jackson’s drunk twin had only given Pops a head’s up and actually kept the details to himself for once.
Oh my! I didn’t know that you and Jaebum were together! I’m going to save this photo for your parents, just in case you two get married…
That’s - Jackson doesn’t want to think about that, or what Jaebum may have to say when sober and in the light of day.
He steels himself for what the the final message will say, praying that he didn’t send Pops a picture of Jaebum’s dick or anything like that.
Drink lots of water and don’t feel embarrassed when you wake up, little Jack! At least Mark didn’t ditch you!
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