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Sometime after their third 'lesson', as what Jaebeom began calling their makeout sessions, they had a take-out dinner then began getting ready for bed. Youngjae stood in the elder's small kitchen, freshly out of the shower wearing a pair of Jaebeom's old joggers and oversized shirt. As his coffee brewed in the pot, Youngjae took out his cellphone, double-checking to make sure he could still hear Jaebeom's singing from his shower, before he pressed the call button.
It only took a few seconds of ringing until small squares popped up over his screen and BamBam greeted them with a gleeful shout of, "Waddup homies?"
"You're so loud, shut up," scolded Jinyoung, the screen showed him in bed with the blankets pulled up to his chin.
"Bammie, can you get me an ice-pop?" There was a muffled voice on Yugyeom's end, then he said, "Grab one for Mark-hyung too."
"Why can't you get off your ass and get one?"
"Because you're already in the kitchen!" Came Mark's loud reply from both BamBam and Yugyeom's phones.
The Thai boy mumbled complaints of protest but still went to the freezer to grab their ice-pops, the close-up view of his nose and lips made Jinyoung roll his eyes, saying something about trimming BamBam's nose hairs. He responded to the older boy by sticking his tongue out while chucking two ice-pops towards Yugyeom, the cellophane crackling as the boys opened their treats.
"Youngjae, what's wrong? Why are you calling so late?" Asked Jinyoung, shifting in his bed to view something in his room. He tugged his sheets farther up his face, hiding his mouth.
"Did my plan work?" BamBam had a smirk on his lips, as he went back to the living room where Mark and Yugyeom were watching a movie.
Youngjae couldn't help the smile blooming on his face. "It did," he said in a quiet voice.
The multiple shouts of, "What?" filled the room along with a squeal of excitement from Jackson, making the brunette's ears ring. There were loud footsteps on Jinyoung's line then his phone was knocked out of his hand when Youngjae assumed Jackson launched himself towards his boyfriend. There was grappling and lots of screeching before the Chinese boy's face came into view.
"You're kidding? His plan worked?" Jackson's doe eyes sparkled, his smile wide enough to split his face, but he was soon smacked with a pillow.
"Babe, you're not wearing any pants!"
"So? You're naked too!" The older boy rebutted just as Jinyoung took his phone back to reveal a bare chest.
The low wolf whistle from Mark made Jinyoung's cheeks explode red. "Well, now we know what you two were doing."
"No one cares about Jinyoung-hyung getting some." Complained Yugyeom, voice whiny and high pitched even at 17 years old. "I want to know about what happened with Youngjae-hyung and Jaebeom-hyung!"
That's when the five boys realized Youngjae hasn't stopped smiling, even when the topic was moved. Voices mixed, causing the boy to lose track of who's asking what. "Guys!" Youngjae called out, grabbing their attention. "Shut up, I don't have much time."
"Tell us everything," demanded BamBam, ice-pop forgotten, "don't leave out a single detail."
Youngjae retold his story, starting from Jaebeom's reaction to his request of kissing lessons to their heartfelt confession on the couch. While he spun his tale, the other boys had soft expressions on their faces, Jackson almost shedding tears by the time Youngjae was finished, choosing to bury his face in Jinyoung's neck to hide his watery eyes. Yugyeom and Mark wore proud smiles while BamBam looked smug.
"See? I told you it'd work."
Youngjae snorted. "You said, and I quote, 'if this doesn't work and you get rejected, blame it on Yugyeom',"
A pillow flew across BamBam's screen, going over his head and landing somewhere to his right. Yugyeom was about to throw a second one, but Mark held his arm back. "So are you two dating?" Asked their eldest friend.
"Yeah, we are. We're dating," Youngjae agreed, a giddy feeling erupting in his stomach. He's only dreamt of uttering those words, his heart skipped a beat just thinking about it. He's dating Lim Jaebeom, the guy Youngjae's practically been in love with since he saved him from that bully in his first year of middle school, resulting in the younger nursing his black eye but also gaining a best friend. That memory was still fresh in his mind like it was yesterday even after all these years.
"Took you long enough," exclaimed Jackson, resting his head on Jinyoung's chest as he grabbed the phone, making his boyfriend wrap his arms around his shoulders. "I grew grey hairs waiting for you guys to get together."
"I'm sorry I couldn't find the courage to tell him," said Youngjae, tone dripping with sarcasm. "Not all of us can declare their love like you do daily, hyung."
"He didn't try anything, did he? Were you comfortable?" Questioned Mark, eyes narrowing as his inner big brother jumped out.
"No, we just kissed," Youngjae felt color on his cheeks. "We kissed a lot." He said like an afterthought.
Jinyoung snorted. "Yeah, we can tell. You haven't stopped smiling since you began talking about it."
More red graced the brunette's features. He didn't even try to defend himself, he doesn't need to be teased by his heathen friends. "I'm happy, I'm really happy."
"I'm glad, hyung." BamBam grinned at his screen. "You two were made for each other. I'm taking full credit for this successful relationship, by the way."
"This was the only time you played Cupid and the outcome didn't involve anyone covered in chocolate." Jinyoung's eyes bore into the Thai boy's square, gaze holding a small fire.
"Hey, Jackson-hyung still asked you out afterward!" BamBam defended. "I'm counting that as a success."
Youngjae laughed at his friends but soon grew aware of how quiet the apartment was. The shower was off. There was no singing. Jaebeom was free. The brunette gave a rushed explanation and goodnight before he hung up the phone, spinning around to watch the elder walk out of his bedroom with a towel draped over his neck.
"Hey," Jaebeom stood in front of him, looping an arm around Younjae's waist to bring him close. "Who were you talking too?"
Youngjae took the towel, throwing it over his boyfriends head to dry his still-damp hair. "BamBam, he wanted to know why I missed the party."
"Really now?" His tone held a hint of mischief. Youngjae didn't question it, even though his nerves jumped at the playful spark in his eyes. "I thought you were talking about BamBam's brilliant plan to get us together."
Shit, he's caught red-handed and red-cheeked. Youngjae sheepishly laughed before he buried his face in Jaebeom's neck. The deep rumbles from his chest when he laughed made the younger boy blush even harder. He lightly smacked Jaebeom's arms with flimsy fists.
"How much did you hear?"
"Enough to know Mark assumes I might jump you not even after a full day of dating." Jaebeom's chuckles deepened when Youngjae groaned in embarrassment. He tugged the borrowed shirt, detaching the boy from his chest to cup his face, squishing his cheeks and planting a quick kiss on his pursed lips. "I won't though,” a smirk graced his features, “unless you want me too.”
“Stop that,” Youngjae pushed him away with a giggle. The coffee machine went off, making the brunette remember he had a pot going. He turned in Jaebeom’s embrace, the elder’s arms still tightly wrapped around his middle as his head rested on his shoulder. “Do you want a cup?”
“Yes please,” Jaebeom said, as he trailed kisses over Youngjae’s shoulder. The younger squealed, a shudder ran down his spine when Jaebeom’s lips moved to his neck. “Your neck is really sensitive.”
“I’d appreciate it if you don’t exploit my weaknesses, thank you very much.” Youngjae finished making his coffee. He took a small sip, sighing as the warmth flowed through his chest down to his toes.
“You exploit my weaknesses all the time, it’s only fair.”
“How do I do that?” The pair started swaying, the gentle rocking mixed in with the sweet taste of coffee made Youngjae drowsy. His eyes closed when Jaebeom nuzzled his neck with his nose, tickling a spot behind his ear.
“By just being you.”
“Beomie,” the fond childhood nickname rolled off his tongue, making the elder smile against his skin, “are you saying I’m your weakness?”
“If the boot fits,” he said, kissing Youngjae’s nape in between every word.
Youngjae placed his coffee on the counter, turning back around to face his boyfriend. He still can’t believe he’s dating Jaebeom, it all feels like a dream, a wonderful, magical dream that will disappear the moment he wakes up. But when Jaebeom looks at him like he’s the most beautiful treasure he’s ever seen, holds him like he’s afraid to let the younger boy go, kiss him like he wants to make time stop just to live in that moment forever, Youngjae knows it’s real. The dreams he wished countless times to be his reality, came true.
“Hey, do you want to know something?” Youngjae hummed in response, hands smoothing up to lace his fingers behind the elder’s neck. “I don’t have a boner.”
“What?” The brunette choked out, quickly glancing down at his boyfriends pants.
“You said if someone doesn’t have a boner when they’re kissing you, then it wasn’t a good kiss.” Jaebeom pushed Youngjae until his back hit the counter. His hands trailed from his waist to his thighs, hooking behind his knees to hoist the boy on the tabletop. Youngjae gasped at the loss of footing but soon relaxed when Jaebeom stood between his spread thighs. “So that wasn’t a good kiss. You need more practice.”
The boy rolled his eyes. “If you wanted to make out again, you could’ve just asked.”
“Can we make out again?”
Youngjae laughed. He leaned forward so their foreheads were pressed together. The giddy feeling was back in his stomach and it only intensified the more Jaebeom stared at him. He placed a small kiss on the elder’s nose, enjoying the way his face scrunched up.
“I guess it’s time for our next lesson then.”
Jaebeom smiled as he brought their mouths together, making Youngjae smile into the kiss. No matter how many times their lips found each other, fireworks still go off like it was their first.