#5: cork off the wine bottle (for mo-chan-tf)
Title: Cork Off the Wine Bottle
Fandom: 2PM, Jay Park
Pairing(s)/Focus: Taecyeon/Jay
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2900
Work remixed: Release by mo_chan_tf
Summary: A rendezvous at the beach reveals concerns that eventually get resolved and perhaps old feelings get stirred to life.
Notes/Warnings: Warning for the use of profanity. The songs mentioned in this fic are Jay Park’s Eyes, an OST for Oh My Ghostess and 2PM’s All Night Long, a track from their album 01:59PM.
Jay left his flip flops in his car. As he took the first steps onto the damp, soft sand, he inhaled the salty evening air. His toes clenched the sand and he felt the subtle drop his stomach took, feeling the electric rush of unpleasant nostalgia from this beach many years ago. Welcome back to hell, he smiled wryly to himself.
The midnight mist wetted his lashes. It made his vision a little blurry but he wasn't about to mistake that for tears or anything like that. Jay had moved on from this hell. It was the past, his past nonetheless, and he knew he'd never forget it. But he can close the door on it if he wanted. He knew it'd be there always, but sometimes when it didn't need to be looked at, he could put a blanket over it. He walked a bit, listening to the waves lapping the sand and the small plastic bag crinkling every now and then, in his pant pocket. It didn't take long for him to spot a familiar silhouette laying on the sand.
What's the chance I can scare this fool outta his pants, huh? Those were the good times, Jay grinned. He pulled out the package from his pocket and gave a low, fast toss. Jay's aim had the bag skimming over Taecyeon's head and landing beside him. For a moment there, Jay was convinced he had actually hit Taecyeon and wanted to apologize (thinking back on it, hell naw) but Taecyeon had fetched the package and turned around with a light laugh on his lips.
"Dried mangoes?" Taecyeon asked.
"Thank me or I'll shove it up your ass," Jay said, going for the casual, shoved hands in the pockets kind of vibe. Jay's eyes flickered over Taecyeon, oddly at his sandaled feet first because meeting the eyes meant reconciling with the sparkly bit Jay missed a lot when he was alone (which was often nowadays), and knowing that there was a new sheen of hazelnut to the pupils described of a gap that Jay was no longer a part of. So yeah, feet were less intimidating to look at and accept. Taecyeon's stature was still tall, confidence on stilts, but not that tall, Jay thought as he felt himself straighten a bit. He's got a bit of chub to him now, Jay bit back a smile, noticing how Taecyeon's shorts clung to his love handles but his gray sweatshirt mostly hid the rest. Jay glanced at Taecyeon's face, at the lips resting in a nonchalant line, where the dimples used to be and memories of Taecyeon's smile stretched wide on his face nearly hooked and tugged the ends of Jay's lips. Jesus, I'm an idiot, I need to stop staring at-- are those wrinkles?
"Hey," Taecyeon murmured, quite intelligently. Jay twisted his mouth to suppress a snort that maybe Taecyeon almost saw, but if he did, he didn't say anything.
"So," Jay said, taking a jab at the silence. This is hella awkward. "Okcat, huh? Happy with the new business?"
Jay wanted to smack himself across the forehead. They were as much idiots as they were back then. Now they were older, both CEOs and one guy was holding a package of mangoes with a weird, fond smile on his face and the other could only think about how awkward this would be if it were a date. Not that it was a date. It was just... idiot, shut up.
Taecyeon nodded. "It's fun."
Right, of course. Cool, yeah. Fun. Maybe by accident, Jay's eyes finally met Taecyeon's and at first, it felt piercing but there was a comfortable lull behind it all. The breeze softened all the sharp edges there might have been left; awkward jagged unsaid words soothed by the waves of the water, and the foam floating off like doubts and regrets dissipating. His joints creaked when he shifted a bit, and he sure as hell hoped Taecyeon didn't hear that. Jay's face started to get all warm from Taecyeon's undivided attention. Shit, he's gonna keep staring at me like I'm the hottest dick around, Jay realized and he broke into laughter, looking away in case Taecyeon could read his thoughts through his eyes.
When Jay glanced back, he noticed Taecyeon wasn't going to hide it at all, except to maybe grin like it was all a stupid joke. But this was serious. Seriously awkward.
But tolerable.
He's still Ok Taecyeon, my homie, Jay reminded himself as he crouched down to the sand. The water rushed up and drenched Jay's toes icy cold. He hissed as he scooted backward to the dry sand and sat down. Always is, always will be.
"So why'd you call me here?" Jay asked, watching Taecyeon sit beside him, real close, setting the dried mangoes in between them. Jay noticed Taecyeon took in the sight in front of him, the wide expansive stretch of rolling waves. The horizon blended right into the sky, like ripply, shimmery curtains draped down. When the sun rose, the waves and the sky would draw apart for the golden fiery orb to splash melon hues over the grays. Jay hadn't shared a sunrise with Taecyeon in so long. Maybe, just maybe, they could spend the whole night together just for the sunrise. Something warm bubbled in his chest.
"I saw your tweets," Taecyeon said eventually.
"And?" Jay felt his hands tense at his sides, ready to smack the back of Taecyeon's head if he started to lecture him.
"You... sounded really angry."
"Well, I am," Jay spat out, "I’m sick of people talking shit about what they don’t know. They always jump to the worst possible conclusions," he laughed bitterly. "It's been four years. Why can't they let it go?"
"Could you?" Taecyeon asked in a low voice, after a long pause.
Could I let it go? Jay could hear Taecyeon's voice echoing in his mind, heavy at the syllables. Well, Jay could put away Taecyeon's eyes, nose, lips in a box. But he wouldn't forget about it. Nor would he let it go. But what those fans thought they knew weren't the same things Jay remembered. What he'd let go was the pain, something that the fans seemed to cling onto or even nurture. His version of the past was specific to him, nothing that anyone else went through. Jay knew what details and memories to compartmentalize and what to let out free. He knew what things would fester in him and what would open wounds and what would reinvigorate him and help him up to his feet. And Jay also understood that sometimes the good memories were hooked onto the bad ones so if he reeled in a long chain of memories to the surface, he'd expect to see a mix of both.
He shook his head. "We're past that. But if you mean-- you guys... why would I have to do that?"
"You don't," Taecyeon concluded for him, an almost smile on his lips.
Jay felt something loosen inside of him. "Then stop thinking so much, damn it," he said, his voice high. "I just, y'know, it was necessary for me to say all that. If shit hits the fan, it’ll all be on me. I don’t have anyone else to protect anymore, so you don’t have to worry."
Something flickered in Taecyeon's eyes. "You kidding me? I'm worried about you."
So that's what that idiot staring was for, you romantic fucker, Jay realized. His cheeks warmed at the thought, hearing himself laugh. He tried to reassure himself he wasn't trying to laugh it off-- but at the same time, the feeling was weird, so he grabbed the package of mangoes and tore it open. Jay figured if he kept yapping, it'd go away, that feeling. "Listen. I had a great time. I'm sure the others did too, and I don't mean just Junsu--" Taecyeon gave him a look. "--Minjun and Wooyoung," Jay said, catching himself.
Taecyeon had taken the bag from Jay's hands, grinning sweet and wide. Son of a bitch still smiles like a ten year old, Jay noted, looking away for a second to smile to himself. He should have smacked Taecyeon's head then. When Jay looked back again, Taecyeon seemed to have left this world, arranging chunks of mango on his jeaned thigh. And acts like a ten year old, Jay muttered internally. Jay wasn't aware of the immediate frown and twitching brow that was brought to his face when he caught sight of Taecyeon with a creased forehead, playing with his food.
"The hell you doin'?"
Taecyeon proceeded to lift his creation ceremoniously and drive it into his mouth, some of the chunks sticking out of his lips as he tried to chew it down. Jay raised a questioning brow, waiting for Taecyeon to answer. Once the chunks disappeared past his lips, Taecyeon mumbled gibberish that was totally incomprehensible to Jay. The latter laughed, elbow stabbing at Taecyeon's side causing him to nearly choke. Though Jay knew Taecyeon would play it off and exaggerate it.
"Dumbass. Aren't you supposed to be all grown by now?"
It took a while longer for Taecyeon to answer again, munching down on the tough pieces, blinking rapidly and holding up a finger asking Jay to wait. Once he was done, he lifted his mouth to answer but some raspy noise came out of his throat instead. He was taken aback by the unrecognizable dry sound and coughed with a fist hitting at his chest. Jay crossed his arms at this sight and shook head once again, bemused smile playing on his features. Taecyeon wagged his finger and cleared his throat. "You," he coughed, "listened to our album?"
"Yeah. Neil Armstrong, huh?" It took Jay's entire will not to snort.
But Taecyeon could see right through him, pretending to feel insulted by it. "I'm so hurt, girl, I need a doctooooor~"
Oh, now he's just asking for it, Jay smirked as he smacked Taecyeon's stomach with the back of his hand. But Taecyeon wasn't going to let Jay get the full leverage this time so he latched onto Jay's arm, refusing to let go. Jay got the message. He shoved Taecyeon which obviously didn't do a thing, so Jay punched him in the arm instead. We look like constipated asses all over each other, Jay commented to himself and nearly burst into laughter at the thought of it. Stuck in their bodily pretzel position, Jay remembered Taecyeon's weak point on his stomach, sneaking a couple of free fingers to squeeze it. Taecyeon reacted immediately, grunting as he fell to his back, jerking Jay with him. Warmth brewed in Jay's face and he leapt away, baring his teeth in effort to not smile drunk from the addicting, pleasurable rush.
Jay shuddered. He found himself kicking Taecyeon's side not too hard. "Niga." One kick. "Mibda." Another kick.
It was the first time that night that Jay saw Taecyeon’s dimples genuinely full and full. The view from where Jay was, gazing down on Taecyeon vulnerably free, cradled by the beach, his tousled hair splayed out onto the sand, what little light shone and traced the curves and highlighted the glow of leftover youth on his face. Infectious smile. Crinkly eyes. All of it. It did something to Jay, but he didn't tie himself to it when he offered Taecyeon a hand. Taecyeon took it and combed his fingers through his hair to release the sand and dust. He tugged his sweatshirt off, and while doing so, it dragged his tank top underneath, over his stomach.
Taecyeon had always been so careful. He turned and scanned the sand for some rocks to lay down his jacket. Jay resisted the final urge to smack the back of Taecyeon's head while he wasn't looking. "Hey," Jay said, calling for Taecyeon's attention. Once Taecyeon turned, the sight of a ruffle-haired man in a tank top and shorts and a goofy smile, holding his sweatshirt in one hand and the package of mangoes in the other made Jay's chest balloon. He rolled his eyes. What a sap. "Just leave it there, man. It won't hurt."
Jay's movements went on automatic. Thoughts of those chick flicks where the girl lost her jacket and the guy wanted to make her feel better so he lost his on purpose came to Jay's mind and he turned away as he shed his jacket and toed off his shoes. Total sap, you idiot. "Wanna swim," Jay invited, tilting his head in the direction of the ocean.
He could see Taecyeon's wheels working in his head. Dumbass uses his brain too much, Jay commented to himself as he bit his lip and pulled off his shirt.
Once Jay's shirt hit the sand, Taecyeon seemed to have decided. Their clothes were piled on the sand next to the mangoes in a flash. The sprint came after, the two of them hollering and whooping in freedom as they entered the foamy waves.
They stayed at the beach till the sun rose from the horizon, melon hues coloring the clouds cotton candy and the rolling waves peach diamonds. Jay watched the sun rising in Taecyeon's eyes.
*
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:17am]
hey, you took my left shoe when you left the beach.
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:21am]
i didnt
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:22am]
you did. check again.
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:23am]
unless you want to reveal that you've had 3 feet this whole time.
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:29am]
oh shit i did
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:30am]
you have 3 feet?!
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:31am]
no dumbass i have ur shoe
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:32am]
ok well, whenever you're free to send it, I'd like it back.
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:35am]
this is a conspiracy!!1!
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:35am]
???
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:36am]
u wanna see my face again so u left ur shoe there
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:38am]
you TOOK my shoe, I didn't leave it there on purpose, wtf
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:39am]
aw fuck
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:39am]
what
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:41am]
nothin
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:41am]
but like if it looks like shit, it wasnt me
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:42am]
it might be peatry but prolly not
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:43am]
JAY, WHAT THE HELL
*
2 years later
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:05pm]
close your eyes, you can smile~
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:06pm]
u heard the ost i sang?
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:07pm]
yeah. who's the romantic fucker now?
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:10pm]
shut up u lil shit
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:11pm]
it's like a disney song.
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:12pm]
you sure know how to make a person feel like a princess ;)
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:18pm]
hey cinderella wanna slow dance w me at the beach tmrw
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:21pm]
at midnight?
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:22pm]
wait u srs
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:23pm]
slow dancing is srs bro
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:26pm]
wait cinderella leaves at midnight tho
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:27pm]
you can't just back out on from offer you just made
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:36pm]
so u wanna???
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:41pm]
yeah I wanna
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:53pm]
jesus christ
*
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/14 10:42pm]
jay, I can’t make it. sorry.
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/14 10:49pm]
fuck u man
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/14 10:49pm]
thought u wouldnt do that to me again
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/14 10:57pm]
filming sched, really wish I could get out of it
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/14 10:58pm]
and for you I would, but I gotta film then flight to japan
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/14 11:01pm]
all night long? ;)
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/14 11:04pm]
I see what you did there. but yeah
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/14 11:05pm]
hold up
"Jay, hey."
"Hey."
"Didn't think you'd call right away."
"Hmm. Since we can't slow dance tonight and you sounded hella disappointed, I'mma give you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"What's that?"
"Lullaby. And hey, don't laugh, you son of a bitch. I'm serious."
“Well, uh, I still have several more scenes to film, could I call you back when I'm done?"
"Yeah, I was just gonna say..."
"Yeah, you could sing Eyes to me while I wait for my flight."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Awright. This is fucking stupid. I must be drunk."
"Hey, it’s not. And you’re not, I don’t think.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“So... I'll talk to you later then."
"Hey Taec?"
"What?"
"When you get back from Japan, I look forward to it. Sorta."
"To what? Us slow dancing at the beach at midnight?"
"Romantic fucker. I’ll call you later."
*
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/15 10:23am]
thanks for the lullaby~
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/15 10:24am]
and jay, I’d never let you go.
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/15 11:07am]
yeah hate you too ;)
Fandom: 2PM, Jay Park
Pairing(s)/Focus: Taecyeon/Jay
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2900
Work remixed: Release by mo_chan_tf
Summary: A rendezvous at the beach reveals concerns that eventually get resolved and perhaps old feelings get stirred to life.
Notes/Warnings: Warning for the use of profanity. The songs mentioned in this fic are Jay Park’s Eyes, an OST for Oh My Ghostess and 2PM’s All Night Long, a track from their album 01:59PM.
Jay left his flip flops in his car. As he took the first steps onto the damp, soft sand, he inhaled the salty evening air. His toes clenched the sand and he felt the subtle drop his stomach took, feeling the electric rush of unpleasant nostalgia from this beach many years ago. Welcome back to hell, he smiled wryly to himself.
The midnight mist wetted his lashes. It made his vision a little blurry but he wasn't about to mistake that for tears or anything like that. Jay had moved on from this hell. It was the past, his past nonetheless, and he knew he'd never forget it. But he can close the door on it if he wanted. He knew it'd be there always, but sometimes when it didn't need to be looked at, he could put a blanket over it. He walked a bit, listening to the waves lapping the sand and the small plastic bag crinkling every now and then, in his pant pocket. It didn't take long for him to spot a familiar silhouette laying on the sand.
What's the chance I can scare this fool outta his pants, huh? Those were the good times, Jay grinned. He pulled out the package from his pocket and gave a low, fast toss. Jay's aim had the bag skimming over Taecyeon's head and landing beside him. For a moment there, Jay was convinced he had actually hit Taecyeon and wanted to apologize (thinking back on it, hell naw) but Taecyeon had fetched the package and turned around with a light laugh on his lips.
"Dried mangoes?" Taecyeon asked.
"Thank me or I'll shove it up your ass," Jay said, going for the casual, shoved hands in the pockets kind of vibe. Jay's eyes flickered over Taecyeon, oddly at his sandaled feet first because meeting the eyes meant reconciling with the sparkly bit Jay missed a lot when he was alone (which was often nowadays), and knowing that there was a new sheen of hazelnut to the pupils described of a gap that Jay was no longer a part of. So yeah, feet were less intimidating to look at and accept. Taecyeon's stature was still tall, confidence on stilts, but not that tall, Jay thought as he felt himself straighten a bit. He's got a bit of chub to him now, Jay bit back a smile, noticing how Taecyeon's shorts clung to his love handles but his gray sweatshirt mostly hid the rest. Jay glanced at Taecyeon's face, at the lips resting in a nonchalant line, where the dimples used to be and memories of Taecyeon's smile stretched wide on his face nearly hooked and tugged the ends of Jay's lips. Jesus, I'm an idiot, I need to stop staring at-- are those wrinkles?
"Hey," Taecyeon murmured, quite intelligently. Jay twisted his mouth to suppress a snort that maybe Taecyeon almost saw, but if he did, he didn't say anything.
"So," Jay said, taking a jab at the silence. This is hella awkward. "Okcat, huh? Happy with the new business?"
Jay wanted to smack himself across the forehead. They were as much idiots as they were back then. Now they were older, both CEOs and one guy was holding a package of mangoes with a weird, fond smile on his face and the other could only think about how awkward this would be if it were a date. Not that it was a date. It was just... idiot, shut up.
Taecyeon nodded. "It's fun."
Right, of course. Cool, yeah. Fun. Maybe by accident, Jay's eyes finally met Taecyeon's and at first, it felt piercing but there was a comfortable lull behind it all. The breeze softened all the sharp edges there might have been left; awkward jagged unsaid words soothed by the waves of the water, and the foam floating off like doubts and regrets dissipating. His joints creaked when he shifted a bit, and he sure as hell hoped Taecyeon didn't hear that. Jay's face started to get all warm from Taecyeon's undivided attention. Shit, he's gonna keep staring at me like I'm the hottest dick around, Jay realized and he broke into laughter, looking away in case Taecyeon could read his thoughts through his eyes.
When Jay glanced back, he noticed Taecyeon wasn't going to hide it at all, except to maybe grin like it was all a stupid joke. But this was serious. Seriously awkward.
But tolerable.
He's still Ok Taecyeon, my homie, Jay reminded himself as he crouched down to the sand. The water rushed up and drenched Jay's toes icy cold. He hissed as he scooted backward to the dry sand and sat down. Always is, always will be.
"So why'd you call me here?" Jay asked, watching Taecyeon sit beside him, real close, setting the dried mangoes in between them. Jay noticed Taecyeon took in the sight in front of him, the wide expansive stretch of rolling waves. The horizon blended right into the sky, like ripply, shimmery curtains draped down. When the sun rose, the waves and the sky would draw apart for the golden fiery orb to splash melon hues over the grays. Jay hadn't shared a sunrise with Taecyeon in so long. Maybe, just maybe, they could spend the whole night together just for the sunrise. Something warm bubbled in his chest.
"I saw your tweets," Taecyeon said eventually.
"And?" Jay felt his hands tense at his sides, ready to smack the back of Taecyeon's head if he started to lecture him.
"You... sounded really angry."
"Well, I am," Jay spat out, "I’m sick of people talking shit about what they don’t know. They always jump to the worst possible conclusions," he laughed bitterly. "It's been four years. Why can't they let it go?"
"Could you?" Taecyeon asked in a low voice, after a long pause.
Could I let it go? Jay could hear Taecyeon's voice echoing in his mind, heavy at the syllables. Well, Jay could put away Taecyeon's eyes, nose, lips in a box. But he wouldn't forget about it. Nor would he let it go. But what those fans thought they knew weren't the same things Jay remembered. What he'd let go was the pain, something that the fans seemed to cling onto or even nurture. His version of the past was specific to him, nothing that anyone else went through. Jay knew what details and memories to compartmentalize and what to let out free. He knew what things would fester in him and what would open wounds and what would reinvigorate him and help him up to his feet. And Jay also understood that sometimes the good memories were hooked onto the bad ones so if he reeled in a long chain of memories to the surface, he'd expect to see a mix of both.
He shook his head. "We're past that. But if you mean-- you guys... why would I have to do that?"
"You don't," Taecyeon concluded for him, an almost smile on his lips.
Jay felt something loosen inside of him. "Then stop thinking so much, damn it," he said, his voice high. "I just, y'know, it was necessary for me to say all that. If shit hits the fan, it’ll all be on me. I don’t have anyone else to protect anymore, so you don’t have to worry."
Something flickered in Taecyeon's eyes. "You kidding me? I'm worried about you."
So that's what that idiot staring was for, you romantic fucker, Jay realized. His cheeks warmed at the thought, hearing himself laugh. He tried to reassure himself he wasn't trying to laugh it off-- but at the same time, the feeling was weird, so he grabbed the package of mangoes and tore it open. Jay figured if he kept yapping, it'd go away, that feeling. "Listen. I had a great time. I'm sure the others did too, and I don't mean just Junsu--" Taecyeon gave him a look. "--Minjun and Wooyoung," Jay said, catching himself.
Taecyeon had taken the bag from Jay's hands, grinning sweet and wide. Son of a bitch still smiles like a ten year old, Jay noted, looking away for a second to smile to himself. He should have smacked Taecyeon's head then. When Jay looked back again, Taecyeon seemed to have left this world, arranging chunks of mango on his jeaned thigh. And acts like a ten year old, Jay muttered internally. Jay wasn't aware of the immediate frown and twitching brow that was brought to his face when he caught sight of Taecyeon with a creased forehead, playing with his food.
"The hell you doin'?"
Taecyeon proceeded to lift his creation ceremoniously and drive it into his mouth, some of the chunks sticking out of his lips as he tried to chew it down. Jay raised a questioning brow, waiting for Taecyeon to answer. Once the chunks disappeared past his lips, Taecyeon mumbled gibberish that was totally incomprehensible to Jay. The latter laughed, elbow stabbing at Taecyeon's side causing him to nearly choke. Though Jay knew Taecyeon would play it off and exaggerate it.
"Dumbass. Aren't you supposed to be all grown by now?"
It took a while longer for Taecyeon to answer again, munching down on the tough pieces, blinking rapidly and holding up a finger asking Jay to wait. Once he was done, he lifted his mouth to answer but some raspy noise came out of his throat instead. He was taken aback by the unrecognizable dry sound and coughed with a fist hitting at his chest. Jay crossed his arms at this sight and shook head once again, bemused smile playing on his features. Taecyeon wagged his finger and cleared his throat. "You," he coughed, "listened to our album?"
"Yeah. Neil Armstrong, huh?" It took Jay's entire will not to snort.
But Taecyeon could see right through him, pretending to feel insulted by it. "I'm so hurt, girl, I need a doctooooor~"
Oh, now he's just asking for it, Jay smirked as he smacked Taecyeon's stomach with the back of his hand. But Taecyeon wasn't going to let Jay get the full leverage this time so he latched onto Jay's arm, refusing to let go. Jay got the message. He shoved Taecyeon which obviously didn't do a thing, so Jay punched him in the arm instead. We look like constipated asses all over each other, Jay commented to himself and nearly burst into laughter at the thought of it. Stuck in their bodily pretzel position, Jay remembered Taecyeon's weak point on his stomach, sneaking a couple of free fingers to squeeze it. Taecyeon reacted immediately, grunting as he fell to his back, jerking Jay with him. Warmth brewed in Jay's face and he leapt away, baring his teeth in effort to not smile drunk from the addicting, pleasurable rush.
Jay shuddered. He found himself kicking Taecyeon's side not too hard. "Niga." One kick. "Mibda." Another kick.
It was the first time that night that Jay saw Taecyeon’s dimples genuinely full and full. The view from where Jay was, gazing down on Taecyeon vulnerably free, cradled by the beach, his tousled hair splayed out onto the sand, what little light shone and traced the curves and highlighted the glow of leftover youth on his face. Infectious smile. Crinkly eyes. All of it. It did something to Jay, but he didn't tie himself to it when he offered Taecyeon a hand. Taecyeon took it and combed his fingers through his hair to release the sand and dust. He tugged his sweatshirt off, and while doing so, it dragged his tank top underneath, over his stomach.
Taecyeon had always been so careful. He turned and scanned the sand for some rocks to lay down his jacket. Jay resisted the final urge to smack the back of Taecyeon's head while he wasn't looking. "Hey," Jay said, calling for Taecyeon's attention. Once Taecyeon turned, the sight of a ruffle-haired man in a tank top and shorts and a goofy smile, holding his sweatshirt in one hand and the package of mangoes in the other made Jay's chest balloon. He rolled his eyes. What a sap. "Just leave it there, man. It won't hurt."
Jay's movements went on automatic. Thoughts of those chick flicks where the girl lost her jacket and the guy wanted to make her feel better so he lost his on purpose came to Jay's mind and he turned away as he shed his jacket and toed off his shoes. Total sap, you idiot. "Wanna swim," Jay invited, tilting his head in the direction of the ocean.
He could see Taecyeon's wheels working in his head. Dumbass uses his brain too much, Jay commented to himself as he bit his lip and pulled off his shirt.
Once Jay's shirt hit the sand, Taecyeon seemed to have decided. Their clothes were piled on the sand next to the mangoes in a flash. The sprint came after, the two of them hollering and whooping in freedom as they entered the foamy waves.
They stayed at the beach till the sun rose from the horizon, melon hues coloring the clouds cotton candy and the rolling waves peach diamonds. Jay watched the sun rising in Taecyeon's eyes.
*
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:17am]
hey, you took my left shoe when you left the beach.
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:21am]
i didnt
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:22am]
you did. check again.
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:23am]
unless you want to reveal that you've had 3 feet this whole time.
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:29am]
oh shit i did
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:30am]
you have 3 feet?!
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:31am]
no dumbass i have ur shoe
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:32am]
ok well, whenever you're free to send it, I'd like it back.
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:35am]
this is a conspiracy!!1!
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:35am]
???
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:36am]
u wanna see my face again so u left ur shoe there
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:38am]
you TOOK my shoe, I didn't leave it there on purpose, wtf
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:39am]
aw fuck
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:39am]
what
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:41am]
nothin
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:41am]
but like if it looks like shit, it wasnt me
[BUM to OKCAT | 10/17 11:42am]
it might be peatry but prolly not
[OKCAT to BUM | 10/17 11:43am]
JAY, WHAT THE HELL
*
2 years later
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:05pm]
close your eyes, you can smile~
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:06pm]
u heard the ost i sang?
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:07pm]
yeah. who's the romantic fucker now?
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:10pm]
shut up u lil shit
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:11pm]
it's like a disney song.
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:12pm]
you sure know how to make a person feel like a princess ;)
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:18pm]
hey cinderella wanna slow dance w me at the beach tmrw
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:21pm]
at midnight?
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:22pm]
wait u srs
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:23pm]
slow dancing is srs bro
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:26pm]
wait cinderella leaves at midnight tho
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:27pm]
you can't just back out on from offer you just made
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:36pm]
so u wanna???
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/13 01:41pm]
yeah I wanna
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/13 01:53pm]
jesus christ
*
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/14 10:42pm]
jay, I can’t make it. sorry.
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/14 10:49pm]
fuck u man
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/14 10:49pm]
thought u wouldnt do that to me again
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/14 10:57pm]
filming sched, really wish I could get out of it
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/14 10:58pm]
and for you I would, but I gotta film then flight to japan
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/14 11:01pm]
all night long? ;)
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/14 11:04pm]
I see what you did there. but yeah
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/14 11:05pm]
hold up
"Jay, hey."
"Hey."
"Didn't think you'd call right away."
"Hmm. Since we can't slow dance tonight and you sounded hella disappointed, I'mma give you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"What's that?"
"Lullaby. And hey, don't laugh, you son of a bitch. I'm serious."
“Well, uh, I still have several more scenes to film, could I call you back when I'm done?"
"Yeah, I was just gonna say..."
"Yeah, you could sing Eyes to me while I wait for my flight."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Awright. This is fucking stupid. I must be drunk."
"Hey, it’s not. And you’re not, I don’t think.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“So... I'll talk to you later then."
"Hey Taec?"
"What?"
"When you get back from Japan, I look forward to it. Sorta."
"To what? Us slow dancing at the beach at midnight?"
"Romantic fucker. I’ll call you later."
*
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/15 10:23am]
thanks for the lullaby~
[OKCAT to BUM | 08/15 10:24am]
and jay, I’d never let you go.
[BUM to OKCAT | 08/15 11:07am]
yeah hate you too ;)