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It doesn't take too much for him to recognize each and every smoldering look intentionally directed straight at him, whether it was when they were alone or even drowning in a crowd at the airport, Jinyoung's eyes seem able to do the strangest things to every fiber of his body, things he would never be able to explain.
And thats okay..But when Jinyoung can't seem to turn his "bed room" eyes off, thats when Jaebum fidgets likes a nervous child, fingers jittering as the skin between his wrist and shirt starts to sweat when he tries to shake the images of Jinyoung pressing into him in places that made him stutter and groan just thinking about it.
Part of the reason for it honestly makes Jaebum want to melt into the tiny cracks of the practice room floors, never knowing anyone could put so much emotion into wanting and only having him.
It'd been a surprise..They walked into the practice room expecting to do their normal three hour choreo run-through for an upcoming concert, only to run straight into eachother when Yugyeom stops before entering the practice room.
BamBam ran straight into his back raising an eyebrow at him, as did the rest of them, with the exception of Jackson who whined, pushing Yugyeom out of the way, eyes wide and brightening with excitement, hands clapping together wildly.
Jaebum glanced back at Jinyoung who stayed plastered to his back, chest seeping warm into Jaebum's skin, hands loosely hung around Jaebum's sides, goosebumps rising to the surface as Jinyoung looks over his shoulder with a questioning gaze at the nine unknown dudes men dressed in black training clothes, seemingly waiting for them to come in.
"What is this?"
Jaebum could only shrug, mind too busy trying to come up with every possible reason for the extra bodies in the practice room.
Jinyoung automatically separated himself from Jaebum like usual before they'd even stepped foot into the practice room, all pre-cautionary steps to keep their relationship from seeming too obvious.
Just because the company and the rest of Got7 knew their relationship status didn't mean anyone else needed to know.
Turned out their producers had recruited a team of taekwondo artists who somehow managed to be dancers with the intention of having them help brainstorm some performance ideas.
They'd been introduced to eachother and the feeling in the room had relaxed instantly, everyone becoming friendly quickly, especially Jackson who of course had managed to make a few of the dancers laugh hysterically when their choreographer suggested that Jackson needed to improve his aerial stunts, which resulted in Jackson mouthing off in what Jaebum proud to say, was nearly perfect Korean.
In any other situation Jaebum would've smacked Jackson across his back, but instead stood back with a smile, arm tucked around BamBam's shoulder laughing as their choreographer playfully put Jackson in a headlock, smirking when Jackson began to whine.
They'd all been assigned one dancer and were supposed to work on a choreo the team had already come up with.
Jaebum gets paired up with a guy who's name is Woosang. He's tall, a good five inches taller than Jaebum, has a nearly perfect face and an eye-smile girls would swoon over.
But only seconds after, he could already feel Jinyoung staring so intensely from across the room Jaebum swears there were probably holes the side of his head, and it took all his self control not to turn around and do the same; stare back questioning, instead he assumed Jinyoung was just being typical Jinyoung.
But Woosang had effectively brought his attention back and reached out to take Jaebum's hand, palm swallowing Jaebum's fingers in the process.
"Jaebum-sshi..nice to meet you..I've seen you b-boy before and I must say Im a fan.."
Jaebum hadn't expected his voice to be so smooth or for him to be so kind..most dancers that he'd met in groups with the exception of a few who looked as good as this guy, were usually dicks and showoff's, but Woosang was surprisingly an exception, someone Jaebum wouldn't mind performing with.
So after a little chat, they'd gotten done with introductions and moved onto the choreo, getting straight into it. They'd stepped into a formation and Woosang's hands moved down to cup his hips, turning him to the side as he bent his knee's, nodding when he'd stepped back and nodded back in approval.
Jaebum looked up at himself in the mirror and tried to ignore the piercing gaze Jinyoung was giving him, instead focusing on each of Woosang's steps, cursing to himself when he caught Jinyoung's harsh gaze again and nearly tripped over his own feet, puffing out air from his nostrils when Woosang caught him by the side of his arms, seemingly entranced in getting the choreo learned as he positioned Jaebum right back into place.
Jinyoung looked like he wanted to devour every inch of Jaebum in the most intimate way and on the other hand kill his partner, who seemed to have very curious hands, which Jinyoung did not appreciate at all.
Jinyoung and his own partner had taken a small water break, and the dancer watched with amusement, raising an eyebrow at how hard and heavy Jinyoung was staring back at Jaebum, then switching over to Woosang, lips in a tight line, arms crossed against his chest when he was done swallowing.
This was a rare occurrence for either Jaebum or Jinyoung..infact normally Jinyoung was as laid back as could be, but the moment Woosang's hands found Jaebum's body, Jinyoung's gaze had become almost hostile, eyebrows furrowing when Woosang smiled back at him meaning to come off as friendly but seeming too confident and cocky like some class A high fashion model.
And through out the whole ordeal Jaebum thought it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. Jinyoung had absolutely nothing to be jealous of..between the two years they'd been together, not once had Jinyoung ever been jealous...or maybe he never showed it... and the fact that it was turning Jaebum on was a whole other topic he was not entertaining at the moment.
But the only time Jinyoung had ever glared that hard at anyone was pre-debut when other trainee's used bully Jackson, Mark and BamBam for no justifiable reason, besides the fact that they spoke accented Korean and safe to say there's a reason why those trainee's never made it anywhere in the company.
So yes maybe he did flinch when he caught Jinyoung's gaze one last time and yes maybe Jaebum did cringe when Woosang's hands cupped the back of his thigh to put him in position for a change in the choreo and yes he probably did jump when Woosang leaned in to whisper in his ear to ask if he was okay....But after an two hours of this nonsense he was done and pushing Woosang's hands off of his hips, clearing his throat with a loud cough before stepping out of the room.
Minutes later after practice had ended and the dancers said their goodbyes, everyone was sprawled on the couch and floors.
If Jinyoung truly felt that threatened Jaebum let him feel so because Jinyoung followed him out of the room and cornered him in the restroom just up the stairs from the practice room.
And to say Jaebum saw this coming is abit of an understatement, raising an eyebrow when Jinyoung comes in minutes later, shirt sticking to his chest as he locks the door, looking like a predator stocking its prey.
"Jinyoung..?"
He doesn't even get a reply..Almost as if Jinyoung hadn't even heard him, too concentrated on getting rid of all the pent up heat in his body.
Now normally Jaebum would've taken control of the situation and flipped their positions, but somthing about this side of Jinyoung made him want to feel what it was like to be submissive for once, to have Jinyoung's hands hold him down, press him into somthing- anything and keep him in place.
It was something they'd talked about before on one of those lazy mornings in bed on a Sunday when all they had to do for the day was fold up a few loads of laundry from the night before that they'd been to lazy to do.
It started with them talking about the night before, then somehow Jinyoung brought it up, and it hadn't sounded like too much of a turn off for Jaebum, but he wasn't exactly keen on having anyone( Even if it was Jinyoung) sticking fingers and anything bigger than them into his ass.
He did it to Jinyoung every time they played around, but that was Jinyoung and he liked it..Jaebum was only comfortable with so much and Jinyoung never complained, only rewarding Jaebum with sounds that would make everyone of their fan-girl's faint.
But of course Jinyoung was Jinyoung and he knew he'd get Jaebum to agree with a few minutes of urging and soft assurances which pretty much nearly knocked Jaebum off the bed in surprise.
"Its not as bad as you think.."
Jinyoung's voice had gotten a little lower as he watched Jaebum sit up in bed, following him closely, and staring at his back as Jaebum reached into the piling of clothing next to the bed,pulling a few shirts on the bed with him, trying to distract himself and the fact that he felt like his chest was on fire.
"Y-yeah right..It can't feel all that great.."
Jinyoung continues on, shifting on the bed so that his chest was pressing up against Jaebum's back, whispering about all the things he could do to him right into the top of Jaebum's spine, and chuckling when Jaebum drops the blue shirt in his hand, breath hitching.
"No but seriously you're right..it hurts at first..but remember then theres that one spot that'll make you forget everything else..come on...lets try it hmmmm?"
Jaebum forgets how to breathe, glancing back at Jinyoung and swallowing thickly.
By this time Jinyoung is sure he's just about talked Jaebum into it, chest pressing closer up against Jaebum's back, as Jaebum had tried to play along, not knowing where to put his hands and shivering visibly when he realized Jinyoung's fingers had started to slip into his sleeping pants, slotted comfortably on his hip bones.
Then there's a pause almost as if he was waiting for a response, but he gets none, so he doesn't stop, fingers dipping even lower to rest his hands on Jaebum's ass ...a little too comfortably.
It was like an unspoken agreement between them that Jinyoung was more than happy to appeal to.
So Jaebum has half a mind to say or do anything when Jinyoung urges him down onto the bed, Jaebum pressing his cheek into the cool sheets, fingers gripping the comforter as Jinyoung bent down to mold his chest into Jaebum's back, following the dip of his spine with every curve, pressing warm kisses into the side of his neck.
But of course living in a dorm with five other guys, barely anything ever turns out right, and people forget to lock doors, so Mark comes straight into the room right in the heat of things and Jinyoung has nightmares for days of Mark walking in on them having sex, while Jaebum refuses to meet anyone's eyes for the rest of the day.
But that was half a year ago and today is a new day..Jaebum puts a hand over his chest telling himself to remember to breathe... in and out..in and out..