Bleeding Love: Stupid Cliches
Title: Bleeding Love: Stupid Cliches
Chapter: 5 (of 7)
Pairing: Jinyoung/Jaebum, Jinyoung/Mark
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 2483
Summary: Not a sequel in the true sense, but a companion piece to my previous story Bleeding Love: Stupid Questions (blsq, for short). It would be beneficial to read blsq first, because I like symmetry and things like that. College AU.
[Because to Jinyoung Park it had been the most obvious thing in the world that Jaebum Im, his best friend forever, liked him.]
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Jaebum comes home to find Jinyoung wrapped up in his comforter on the sofa and staring off into space, which is more than a little inappropriate considering it’s summertime in New York City. Pictures flicker and dance across the TV screen but no sound is emitted. It’s been a week since Jinyoung’s impromptu home visit, and since then, he’s attended each and every class. But when he returns to their shared apartment he heads to his room, staying there until Jaebum nags him (or drags him) to come out to the living room or to the kitchen table. The only time he eats is when Jaebum places food in front of him, otherwise he doesn’t think of it himself. Jaebum’s not known for his culinary skills, so for Jinyoung’s sake he orders takeout most of the time or relies on the three college classics: cereal, ramyun, and frozen burritos.
The whole thing pisses him off enough to do something entirely stupid. Like go see the jackass who broke his best friend’s heart.
Stupid, so entirely stupid, because he learns that maybe it isn’t Mark’s fault after all. Not entirely, because it seems the reason Mark broke up with Jinyoung is because of him. Instead of being angry and wanting to punch Mark in the face - though to be honest, that urge is still strong - he realizes that the person he needs to be mad at is himself. He’s the reason his best friend is hurting and he hates it.
He’s still standing in the entryway, not sure what he should say or do now, but then Jinyoung glances up and sees that he’s back home again and Jaebum quickly closes the distance between them to take a seat on the sofa next to Jinyoung.
It’s not fair to his heart that Jinyoung looks so incredibly fragile wrapped up in his blanket, because all it does is kick his protective instincts into overdrive. Jinyoung is and always will be his greatest weakness. He carried a Superman lunchbox in second grade when he first met Jinyoung, so it’s almost fitting, and maybe a little poetic, to think of Jinyoung as his Kryptonite.
“Where did you go?”
It’s the first time Jinyoung has initiated conversation in the last week. It’s been Jaebum who has filled silences and tried his best to draw Jinyoung into talking, asking him about his school day or what he wanted to eat or did he want to watch the new Chopped episode on TV?
“I went to see Mark,” he answers, then mentally kicks himself the next second thinking maybe he shouldn’t have brought Mark’s name up, not yet.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
One word replies and then nothing.
“Hyung, do you like me?” Jinyoung asks. His voice is soft, like him, and barely heard over the sound of the air conditioner running in the background.
He’s thought about a lot of things lately, but it’s the one question that his mind kept circling around and back to no matter what. For some people, the quiet can be a dangerous time, but Jinyoung welcomed it freely, needing, wanting to have the chance to think without interruption or distraction. He replayed his last conversation with Mark, his conversation with his mother; he thought back to meeting and dating Mark, their relationship; he thought about meeting and growing up together with Jaebum, their friendship.
Mark had been his first boyfriend. He had a couple of crushes before, nothing serious or that turned into a relationship. Maybe that’s why he fell so fast. He cared about Mark, he knows he did - he’s not going to rewrite history and pretend those months didn’t mean anything. He loved him, but maybe he hadn’t really been in love with him. Not like he should have been, not like the love that could last a lifetime, not like the love his parents shared.
He knows he’s worried Jaebum, because he’s been spending so much time by himself; and definitely because of that first day when Mark broke up with him, Jaebum hadn’t seen him cry like that since sophomore year of high school when his grandfather passed away. The solitude had been a good thing; he needed the time to sort through his thoughts. Now (he thinks) he’s ready to hear Jaebum’s answer.
Jaebum, do you like Jinyoung?
The question is one he’s been asked many times (jokingly, always) over the years, and Jaebum has always hated it and thought it was stupid. Jinyoung himself had asked it a couple times before, but it had always been said with a teasing tone and accompanied by a mischievous grin. Because to Jinyoung Park it had been the most obvious thing in the world that Jaebum Im, his best friend forever, liked him.
But now, this time when it’s asked aloud, it’s different. There’s no teasing glint in Jinyoung’s eyes and his face holds no hint of playfulness.
The answer to the question is an easy one for Jaebum, he doesn’t need to think twice about it. It’s as automatic as breathing to him.
“Yes, I do,” he answers honestly.
“Oh.” Jinyoung realizes that’s not good enough, he needs the clarification because this is too important to have any misunderstandings between them. “Do you like me in the I-want-to-be-your-boyfriend kind of way?”
One tiny tiny beat of a pause that seems to stretch out into a lifetime, because this this changes everything. It’s scary and terrifying opening up what feels like pandora’s box, not knowing what will happen. “Yes.”
“Oh,” Jinyoung says again and reverts back to silence and hibernating under his blanket, attempting to wrap it tighter and tighter around himself.
“Do you want me to move out?” The question is on the tip of his tongue and falls from his lips before he can take it back. “Do you hate me because I’m the reason Mark and you broke up?” It actually physically pains him to ask because he’s not sure if he can handle Jinyoung hating him. He doesn’t even realize that he’s been holding his breath until he hears Jinyoung’s reply.
“Don’t be an idiot, hyung.”
The breath rushes out.
“I’m trying not to be, but I don’t know what to do here. I hate seeing you like this. I-my feelings, I’m not asking you to return them. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can start looking for a new place, or-”
“Jaebum hyung, I’m okay.” At Jaebum’s disbelieving look, he repeats it firmly, hoping if he says it enough the words will float up into the universe and become a reality. “I’m going to be okay. I just had things on my mind and you know how I can get, I have a tendency to withdraw into myself sometimes.”
Over the course of the past week, he’s done nothing but think and wonder if maybe Mark and his mom weren’t crazy, and it was he who really was clueless. Now after hearing Jaebum’s confirmation, he realizes quite belatedly that maybe he isn’t fully prepared for the changes that the truth will bring.
Ignorance is bliss is a cliche for a reason. And it's something he can no longer claim.
From this moment forward, nothing will be the same again. The pieces - of their friendship, their history together - cannot fall back into place again, not in the same way, not with this new knowledge. Finally knowing the answer to the question that’s plagued him, what does that mean to him? Learning about Jaebum’s feelings, does that make him happy or apologetic? He’s always thought of Jaebum as his best friend, and now that there’s romantic feelings thrown into the relationship mix, how is he supposed to react?
He loves Jaebum, he’s said it plenty of times drunk and sober alike, but he’s always meant it in a friends-only kind of way. Are his feelings truly just friendship-based and always will be, or is there more there and he hasn’t realized it yet?
There are countless examples in books and on TV and in movies where one friend confesses their heart to the other, and the other friend returns their affection the next scene. It makes for a nice little story, but that’s fiction, not real life.
He can’t give Jaebum an answer about his feelings, not yet, not when he doesn’t know them himself. He doesn’t even know how Jaebum’s confession makes him feel.
Jaebum said he’s not asking (or expecting) him to return his feelings, but now that Jinyoung knows about them, he can’t disregard them completely and pretend this conversation never took place. Whether or not he can accept and reciprocate them or if he will end up having to say thank you and sorry in the next breath, he has to figure it out and consider it for the sake of their friendship and because Jaebum is important to him. Jaebum may not be asking for an answer back, but he deserves one.
“Can you give me some time?”
He doesn’t specify why, and Jaebum doesn’t ask.
“Yeah, whatever you need or want.” Jaebum is willing to promise him anything, if only he can make Jinyoung happy.
“I’m not uncomfortable around you,” Jinyoung murmurs softly, lifting his head from where it’s half buried underneath the covers to meet Jaebum’s gaze.
“I’m glad.”
“And I’m going to be super pissed if you start acting weird around me,” Jinyoung warns him. “I just lost a boyfriend, so I better not lose my best friend. If I do, I’m going to hunt you down and kick your ass.”
Truthfully Jinyoung’s glare loses some of its menace, considering the fact that he’s currently ensconced in his bed comforter like a caterpillar awaiting its metamorphosis but that doesn’t matter at all. Jaebum lets out a small choke of laughter, while the feelings of relief and gratitude wash over and overwhelm him.
After a few moments and more than a little hesitation on his part - is this okay?, is it too soon? - he follows his heart and shifts inches closer to Jinyoung. Jinyoung starts for a second, surprised, and then Jaebum hears a sigh followed by the feeling of Jinyoung resting his head on Jaebum’s shoulder.
It’s quiet, peaceful, and (bitter)sweet.
“I know it’s selfish of me to ask this of you,” Jinyoung whispers softly sometime later. It’s a lot selfish, he admits silently. Knowing that, realizing that, he still can’t help but ask anyway. “Please don’t leave me.”
Jaebum understands Jinyoung’s no longer referring just to this moment.
“Never,” Jaebum answers confidently. “I would never.” I could never leave you. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
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It takes them a little bit of time to settle back into the rhythm of being Jinyoung and Jaebum, best friends since second grade.
Jaebum seems to handle it well (at least by outward appearances), but then again, maybe it’s because he’s so use to compartmentalizing his feelings and trying to keep them hidden from Jinyoung that ignoring the confession conversation is child’s play for him.
For Jinyoung, it’s a different story altogether.
It’s weird - for lack of a better word - for him because he’s known Jaebum for most of his life, and Jaebum is his best best friend. That’s how he’s thought of him. This new knowledge keeps his feelings and his thoughts all jumbled and confused. He told Jaebum he would be mad at him if he started acting strange around him, but Jinyoung finds that it’s he who has to work on acting normal.
They’ve seen each other at their best, at their worst moments, and every time in between.
They’ve seen each other in all various stages of being undressed; they’ve jumped into the freezing cold lake in the middle of winter - Jaebum begged to borrow the family car so they could winter camp during Christmas break - on a dare without any clothing on and then shared a sleeping bag to conserve warmth, laughing at their complete stupidity while sincerely hoping that they didn’t permanently damage or cause frostbite to any essential parts.
The first time they drank, when they were seventeen (the same year as their not-so-brilliant jump-in-the-lake naked idea), they skipped school to return home and raided both their parents’ liquor cabinets. They got completely trashed to the point of hugging the porcelain throne and lying on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor for hours, shirtless because it was hot and their aim wasn’t very good. They stretched out side-by-side with Jinyoung’s head and hand resting on Jaebum’s chest, and with their eyes closed (the room refused to stay still) they made promises to each other. Some were made to be broken (never to drink again), some were made to be kept and guarded carefully (to always be best friends).
They’ve talked sex, porn, and having your mom catch you with your hand wrapped around your dick and then giving you an hour long sex-ed talk that made you want to dig your own hole to crawl into for the next half century to erase those memories.
The first time they kissed - it was just a short peck on the lips, barely lasting two seconds - was when they were eleven and curious about what it would feel like. They kissed and then spent the rest of the afternoon cracking themselves up over and over and teasing the other one about their complete lack of skills and chapped lips and coming up with super lame insults like no one’s going to ever want to kiss you because you’re such a frog face.
All that’s happened and more, and yet, when Jinyoung catches Jaebum coming out of the shower with a towel slung dangerously low around his hips, it makes him lose all train of thought and he turns and runs away to his room, slamming the door shut before he can embarrass himself by doing something crazy like throwing himself at Jaebum.
The quiet and silence and dark is actually a dangerous thing he learns, because it’s late at night that he can’t stop thinking about Jaebum and his thoughts would make even a stripper blush twenty shades of red.
Yes, they’re back to being Jinyoung and Jaebum, or as they use to call themselves in middle and high school when they worked together on school assignments: JJ Project.
The extra knowledge, the potential feelings, float around and in between each and every conversation and look and touch; ignored and shoved forcefully away again and again. There’s a little (a lot of) sexual tension and attraction that ignite the air between them so hot and fast that in some moments Jinyoung’s surprised it doesn’t burn them. But the moments come and go without either of them acknowledging it, choosing to throw water on the flames before it consumes them both.
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For those wanting a breakup to immediate hookup, sorry that was never my plan. (And Mark still returns.) I didn’t plan on writing more JJP backstory, but I have to be honest, I’m having so much fun with it. These two idiots, I love them sfm.
Comments and constructive criticism are always welcomed and very appreciated. I make sure to say thank you to every single one, but I thought I would also send a short sneak peek to the next chapter to those who review. It’s just another way I can show my appreciation for your support and feedback. (A sneak peek will be sent through private message and may take a few days to be sent.)
As always, thanks for reading!
Ch6
Chapter: 5 (of 7)
Pairing: Jinyoung/Jaebum, Jinyoung/Mark
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 2483
Summary: Not a sequel in the true sense, but a companion piece to my previous story Bleeding Love: Stupid Questions (blsq, for short). It would be beneficial to read blsq first, because I like symmetry and things like that. College AU.
[Because to Jinyoung Park it had been the most obvious thing in the world that Jaebum Im, his best friend forever, liked him.]
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Jaebum comes home to find Jinyoung wrapped up in his comforter on the sofa and staring off into space, which is more than a little inappropriate considering it’s summertime in New York City. Pictures flicker and dance across the TV screen but no sound is emitted. It’s been a week since Jinyoung’s impromptu home visit, and since then, he’s attended each and every class. But when he returns to their shared apartment he heads to his room, staying there until Jaebum nags him (or drags him) to come out to the living room or to the kitchen table. The only time he eats is when Jaebum places food in front of him, otherwise he doesn’t think of it himself. Jaebum’s not known for his culinary skills, so for Jinyoung’s sake he orders takeout most of the time or relies on the three college classics: cereal, ramyun, and frozen burritos.
The whole thing pisses him off enough to do something entirely stupid. Like go see the jackass who broke his best friend’s heart.
Stupid, so entirely stupid, because he learns that maybe it isn’t Mark’s fault after all. Not entirely, because it seems the reason Mark broke up with Jinyoung is because of him. Instead of being angry and wanting to punch Mark in the face - though to be honest, that urge is still strong - he realizes that the person he needs to be mad at is himself. He’s the reason his best friend is hurting and he hates it.
He’s still standing in the entryway, not sure what he should say or do now, but then Jinyoung glances up and sees that he’s back home again and Jaebum quickly closes the distance between them to take a seat on the sofa next to Jinyoung.
It’s not fair to his heart that Jinyoung looks so incredibly fragile wrapped up in his blanket, because all it does is kick his protective instincts into overdrive. Jinyoung is and always will be his greatest weakness. He carried a Superman lunchbox in second grade when he first met Jinyoung, so it’s almost fitting, and maybe a little poetic, to think of Jinyoung as his Kryptonite.
“Where did you go?”
It’s the first time Jinyoung has initiated conversation in the last week. It’s been Jaebum who has filled silences and tried his best to draw Jinyoung into talking, asking him about his school day or what he wanted to eat or did he want to watch the new Chopped episode on TV?
“I went to see Mark,” he answers, then mentally kicks himself the next second thinking maybe he shouldn’t have brought Mark’s name up, not yet.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
One word replies and then nothing.
“Hyung, do you like me?” Jinyoung asks. His voice is soft, like him, and barely heard over the sound of the air conditioner running in the background.
He’s thought about a lot of things lately, but it’s the one question that his mind kept circling around and back to no matter what. For some people, the quiet can be a dangerous time, but Jinyoung welcomed it freely, needing, wanting to have the chance to think without interruption or distraction. He replayed his last conversation with Mark, his conversation with his mother; he thought back to meeting and dating Mark, their relationship; he thought about meeting and growing up together with Jaebum, their friendship.
Mark had been his first boyfriend. He had a couple of crushes before, nothing serious or that turned into a relationship. Maybe that’s why he fell so fast. He cared about Mark, he knows he did - he’s not going to rewrite history and pretend those months didn’t mean anything. He loved him, but maybe he hadn’t really been in love with him. Not like he should have been, not like the love that could last a lifetime, not like the love his parents shared.
He knows he’s worried Jaebum, because he’s been spending so much time by himself; and definitely because of that first day when Mark broke up with him, Jaebum hadn’t seen him cry like that since sophomore year of high school when his grandfather passed away. The solitude had been a good thing; he needed the time to sort through his thoughts. Now (he thinks) he’s ready to hear Jaebum’s answer.
Jaebum, do you like Jinyoung?
The question is one he’s been asked many times (jokingly, always) over the years, and Jaebum has always hated it and thought it was stupid. Jinyoung himself had asked it a couple times before, but it had always been said with a teasing tone and accompanied by a mischievous grin. Because to Jinyoung Park it had been the most obvious thing in the world that Jaebum Im, his best friend forever, liked him.
But now, this time when it’s asked aloud, it’s different. There’s no teasing glint in Jinyoung’s eyes and his face holds no hint of playfulness.
The answer to the question is an easy one for Jaebum, he doesn’t need to think twice about it. It’s as automatic as breathing to him.
“Yes, I do,” he answers honestly.
“Oh.” Jinyoung realizes that’s not good enough, he needs the clarification because this is too important to have any misunderstandings between them. “Do you like me in the I-want-to-be-your-boyfriend kind of way?”
One tiny tiny beat of a pause that seems to stretch out into a lifetime, because this this changes everything. It’s scary and terrifying opening up what feels like pandora’s box, not knowing what will happen. “Yes.”
“Oh,” Jinyoung says again and reverts back to silence and hibernating under his blanket, attempting to wrap it tighter and tighter around himself.
“Do you want me to move out?” The question is on the tip of his tongue and falls from his lips before he can take it back. “Do you hate me because I’m the reason Mark and you broke up?” It actually physically pains him to ask because he’s not sure if he can handle Jinyoung hating him. He doesn’t even realize that he’s been holding his breath until he hears Jinyoung’s reply.
“Don’t be an idiot, hyung.”
The breath rushes out.
“I’m trying not to be, but I don’t know what to do here. I hate seeing you like this. I-my feelings, I’m not asking you to return them. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can start looking for a new place, or-”
“Jaebum hyung, I’m okay.” At Jaebum’s disbelieving look, he repeats it firmly, hoping if he says it enough the words will float up into the universe and become a reality. “I’m going to be okay. I just had things on my mind and you know how I can get, I have a tendency to withdraw into myself sometimes.”
Over the course of the past week, he’s done nothing but think and wonder if maybe Mark and his mom weren’t crazy, and it was he who really was clueless. Now after hearing Jaebum’s confirmation, he realizes quite belatedly that maybe he isn’t fully prepared for the changes that the truth will bring.
Ignorance is bliss is a cliche for a reason. And it's something he can no longer claim.
From this moment forward, nothing will be the same again. The pieces - of their friendship, their history together - cannot fall back into place again, not in the same way, not with this new knowledge. Finally knowing the answer to the question that’s plagued him, what does that mean to him? Learning about Jaebum’s feelings, does that make him happy or apologetic? He’s always thought of Jaebum as his best friend, and now that there’s romantic feelings thrown into the relationship mix, how is he supposed to react?
He loves Jaebum, he’s said it plenty of times drunk and sober alike, but he’s always meant it in a friends-only kind of way. Are his feelings truly just friendship-based and always will be, or is there more there and he hasn’t realized it yet?
There are countless examples in books and on TV and in movies where one friend confesses their heart to the other, and the other friend returns their affection the next scene. It makes for a nice little story, but that’s fiction, not real life.
He can’t give Jaebum an answer about his feelings, not yet, not when he doesn’t know them himself. He doesn’t even know how Jaebum’s confession makes him feel.
Jaebum said he’s not asking (or expecting) him to return his feelings, but now that Jinyoung knows about them, he can’t disregard them completely and pretend this conversation never took place. Whether or not he can accept and reciprocate them or if he will end up having to say thank you and sorry in the next breath, he has to figure it out and consider it for the sake of their friendship and because Jaebum is important to him. Jaebum may not be asking for an answer back, but he deserves one.
“Can you give me some time?”
He doesn’t specify why, and Jaebum doesn’t ask.
“Yeah, whatever you need or want.” Jaebum is willing to promise him anything, if only he can make Jinyoung happy.
“I’m not uncomfortable around you,” Jinyoung murmurs softly, lifting his head from where it’s half buried underneath the covers to meet Jaebum’s gaze.
“I’m glad.”
“And I’m going to be super pissed if you start acting weird around me,” Jinyoung warns him. “I just lost a boyfriend, so I better not lose my best friend. If I do, I’m going to hunt you down and kick your ass.”
Truthfully Jinyoung’s glare loses some of its menace, considering the fact that he’s currently ensconced in his bed comforter like a caterpillar awaiting its metamorphosis but that doesn’t matter at all. Jaebum lets out a small choke of laughter, while the feelings of relief and gratitude wash over and overwhelm him.
After a few moments and more than a little hesitation on his part - is this okay?, is it too soon? - he follows his heart and shifts inches closer to Jinyoung. Jinyoung starts for a second, surprised, and then Jaebum hears a sigh followed by the feeling of Jinyoung resting his head on Jaebum’s shoulder.
It’s quiet, peaceful, and (bitter)sweet.
“I know it’s selfish of me to ask this of you,” Jinyoung whispers softly sometime later. It’s a lot selfish, he admits silently. Knowing that, realizing that, he still can’t help but ask anyway. “Please don’t leave me.”
Jaebum understands Jinyoung’s no longer referring just to this moment.
“Never,” Jaebum answers confidently. “I would never.” I could never leave you. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
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It takes them a little bit of time to settle back into the rhythm of being Jinyoung and Jaebum, best friends since second grade.
Jaebum seems to handle it well (at least by outward appearances), but then again, maybe it’s because he’s so use to compartmentalizing his feelings and trying to keep them hidden from Jinyoung that ignoring the confession conversation is child’s play for him.
For Jinyoung, it’s a different story altogether.
It’s weird - for lack of a better word - for him because he’s known Jaebum for most of his life, and Jaebum is his best best friend. That’s how he’s thought of him. This new knowledge keeps his feelings and his thoughts all jumbled and confused. He told Jaebum he would be mad at him if he started acting strange around him, but Jinyoung finds that it’s he who has to work on acting normal.
They’ve seen each other at their best, at their worst moments, and every time in between.
They’ve seen each other in all various stages of being undressed; they’ve jumped into the freezing cold lake in the middle of winter - Jaebum begged to borrow the family car so they could winter camp during Christmas break - on a dare without any clothing on and then shared a sleeping bag to conserve warmth, laughing at their complete stupidity while sincerely hoping that they didn’t permanently damage or cause frostbite to any essential parts.
The first time they drank, when they were seventeen (the same year as their not-so-brilliant jump-in-the-lake naked idea), they skipped school to return home and raided both their parents’ liquor cabinets. They got completely trashed to the point of hugging the porcelain throne and lying on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor for hours, shirtless because it was hot and their aim wasn’t very good. They stretched out side-by-side with Jinyoung’s head and hand resting on Jaebum’s chest, and with their eyes closed (the room refused to stay still) they made promises to each other. Some were made to be broken (never to drink again), some were made to be kept and guarded carefully (to always be best friends).
They’ve talked sex, porn, and having your mom catch you with your hand wrapped around your dick and then giving you an hour long sex-ed talk that made you want to dig your own hole to crawl into for the next half century to erase those memories.
The first time they kissed - it was just a short peck on the lips, barely lasting two seconds - was when they were eleven and curious about what it would feel like. They kissed and then spent the rest of the afternoon cracking themselves up over and over and teasing the other one about their complete lack of skills and chapped lips and coming up with super lame insults like no one’s going to ever want to kiss you because you’re such a frog face.
All that’s happened and more, and yet, when Jinyoung catches Jaebum coming out of the shower with a towel slung dangerously low around his hips, it makes him lose all train of thought and he turns and runs away to his room, slamming the door shut before he can embarrass himself by doing something crazy like throwing himself at Jaebum.
The quiet and silence and dark is actually a dangerous thing he learns, because it’s late at night that he can’t stop thinking about Jaebum and his thoughts would make even a stripper blush twenty shades of red.
Yes, they’re back to being Jinyoung and Jaebum, or as they use to call themselves in middle and high school when they worked together on school assignments: JJ Project.
The extra knowledge, the potential feelings, float around and in between each and every conversation and look and touch; ignored and shoved forcefully away again and again. There’s a little (a lot of) sexual tension and attraction that ignite the air between them so hot and fast that in some moments Jinyoung’s surprised it doesn’t burn them. But the moments come and go without either of them acknowledging it, choosing to throw water on the flames before it consumes them both.
__________
For those wanting a breakup to immediate hookup, sorry that was never my plan. (And Mark still returns.) I didn’t plan on writing more JJP backstory, but I have to be honest, I’m having so much fun with it. These two idiots, I love them sfm.
Comments and constructive criticism are always welcomed and very appreciated. I make sure to say thank you to every single one, but I thought I would also send a short sneak peek to the next chapter to those who review. It’s just another way I can show my appreciation for your support and feedback. (A sneak peek will be sent through private message and may take a few days to be sent.)
As always, thanks for reading!
Ch6