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On Jaemin's bed are two white shirts that look exactly the same except for the little printed logo on the left chest. Ten minutes have passed and he has yet to make a decision. Both of them are his favorite shirts. On the left is a souvenir brought home by Yangyang that he carefully selected because he knows Jaemin doesn't like large prints on his shirt. On the right is a character shirt he happily got a glimpse of when he was walking home 2 years ago.
A frantic knock on the door surprises him, taking his attention away from his dilemma. In a hurry, he picks up the Yangyang shirt and hastily wears it, shouting "Coming!" as he runs to open the door. He wonders who it could be. Yangyang shouldn't be here until later.
He opens the door to see his neighbor, Mrs. Kang, holding her son's little hand. Oh no. He already has a good idea what her request could be.
"Jaemin-ah, hi, I'm so sorry. This is on short notice, - I hope you're not busy - but could you look after Youngjae for me? Just for a few hours. I suddenly have to meet a client for lunch."
I have a date… is what Jaemin would've wanted to reply, but he hears his mom's nagging voice in his head - She brings you dinner occasionally! You should repay her through this. - so he flashes a smile.
"No problem, Mrs. Kang. Youngjae-ah, let's play?"
The little boy gives his mom a glance before letting go of her hand and holding Jaemin's.
"Be a good boy to Jaemin hyung, okay? Thank you so much, Jaemin. I will message you when I am going back."
"Have a safe ride and I hope your meeting goes well."
Jaemin's smile turns into a small pout when she is out of his sight, but he wears it again when he talks to Youngjae.
"It's a little hot, isn't it? Do you want ice cream?" Or popsicles. Jaemin isn't sure what he has in stock.
"Yes!"
"I think I still have some in the fridge. I'll get you one."
Except he doesn't have any of both anymore. He groans. He was looking forward to eating as well because it's getting so damn hot and he just took a shower. He is not enjoying how sticky his skin is starting to feel.
"Youngjae-ah, sorry, I ran out of ice cream. Does peach juice sound okay?"
"Mhm."
Jaemin gets two glasses and fills it halfway with ice cubes before pouring the juice. He hands one glass over to Youngjae before drinking his share, grabbing his phone from his pocket in the process.
nana ( •〰•):
Hey bud bad news
yangx2 ꉂ (ᗒᗜᗕ Ꮚ):
fuck did u run out of ice cream
nana ( •〰•):
What
How did u know?!??
But no thats not why i texted
Neighbor asked me to babysit her kid
Couldnt refuse i heard my mom nagging me in my head
yangx2 ꉂ (ᗒᗜᗕ Ꮚ):
damn </3
lets move the date to later then???
nana ( •〰•):
Yes pls i still wanna go
yangx2 ꉂ (ᗒᗜᗕ Ꮚ):
aight aight i gotchu
Jaemin places his phone back in his pocket for a moment to take the empty glass from Youngjae's hand and bring it over to the sink. He hears a faint ping from his phone so he pulls it out and checks the message.
yangx2 ꉂ (ᗒᗜᗕ Ꮚ):
ayyy ask the kiddo if he's ok with a second hyung around
nana ( •〰•):
Ure coming over???
yangx2 ꉂ (ᗒᗜᗕ Ꮚ):
yep yep yep
i rmred i have smth super ultra cool
he might like it
but i need to drop by at the grocery first
ask him if he's ok with me around and if he wants to go to the grocery :D
nana ( •〰•):
Ok okkk
Get here safely i love you
yangx2 ꉂ (ᗒᗜᗕ Ꮚ):
ilyyyyy a lotttt <3
"Youngjae-ah, another hyung wants to come over here. Is that fine with you? He said he brought something "super ultra cool" he thinks you might like." Youngjae’s eyes sparkle at the "super cool" and Jaemin just coos at how cute it was. He nods eagerly in response. "Nice! Do you wanna go to the grocery with us? We can get ice cream too."
"Yes! I want strawberry ice cream." Jaemin cringes at the word.
"You can choose anything available in the grocery when we get there."
Jaemin sends a text to Mrs. Kang and she replies in a minute - Go ahead! Tell Youngjae to behave. I’ll pay for everything when I get back, including you and your boyfriend’s expenses. Jaemin smiles at ‘boyfriend’.
"Yangyang delivery!"
Jaemin puts his phone down at the sound of his boyfriend's voice. He opens the door for him and he finds Yangyang carrying a box with two hands, a colorful picture of a snow cone machine printed on the front. He gives him a curious look.
"Is that the super cool thing you mentioned?"
"Yep! I just remembered I impulsively bought this three summers ago and used it only that year."
"Of course you did. Come in."
Jaemin presses a kiss on Yangyang's cheek as he enters his apartment. They move over to the living room - which is really just 5 or 6 steps from the front door - and Youngjae's eyes sparkled even more at the sight of the colorful box.
"Hello~ I'm Yangyang hyung, your Jaemin hyung's favorite person. Nice to meet ya." Jaemin lightly slaps his arm at his embarrassing introduction. "Am I wrong?"
"...No." Jaemin clears his throat. "But anyway, put that down. Youngjae-ah, introduce yourself to hyung."
Youngjae does a small bow.
"Hello, Yangyang hyung, I'm Youngjae. Nice to meet you."
"Ohmy, so cute." Yangyang giggles. "No wonder your Jaemin hyung can't say no to babysitting you. Youngjae-ah, I brought a snow cone machine, but we don't have enough ingredients. Let's go get the ingredients in the grocery?"
"Okay!"
"Wait with Yangyang-hyung, okay? I'll go get changed."
"You look fine, babe. I don't think you're capable of looking ugly."
"I feel sticky as hell, Yang."
“Oh.”
While Jaemin was busy changing, Youngjae looked curiously at the snowcone machine.
"Aiya, you're curious, aren't you?"
"Mhm."
"What flavor do you like?"
"Chocolate! Strawberry!"
"Strawberry?" Yangyang lets out a chuckle. "Your Jaemin hyung hates that flavor."
"He really does! One time-"
"Talking behind my back, eh?"
Jaemin shows up, changed into a tank top and shorts. Yangyang's jaw drops, not only because Jaemin looks drop dead gorgeous, but also because Jaemin rarely wears such clothes. Even in the peak of summer, Yangyang sees him wearing one of his white shirts and Adidas track pants. In fact, he probably has seen Jaemin naked more than he has seen him in shorts.
(Well, it's not really a good comparison considering- [description has been cut off to keep this rated G])
"I thought you don't like wearing shorts!"
Youngjae points out, completely oblivious of the mental breakdown Yangyang is currently going through over his boyfriend for five years .
"I never said I did. I just prefer pants, but it's really hot."
"You're really hot."
"What?"
"Haha, whaaaat?"
Jaemin makes a face at his boyfriend before shaking his head.
"Sorry, Youngjae-ah. He's a little weird."
"I can see why you like him."
Jaemin shoots Yangyang a look before he could burst into giggles over Youngjae's remark.
"Anyway! Let's go. It’ll get hotter soon.”
“I think we are getting too much.” Jaemin comments, looking at the once empty grocery cart that is now filled with chips and biscuits. They came here for syrup and ice, yet for some reason there were a lot extra that somehow found their way in their cart. “You guys… Put some of these back. Youngjae-ah, let’s not get ice cream anymore since we’re eating snow cones?”
Eventually they were able to cut down the items by a half. Jaemin thinks this should be fine. He will just pay for the half since he feels bad asking Mrs. Kang to pay for all of it when most of it is Yangyang’s chips supplies at his place.
“Babe, you don’t have condensed milk right? Or any milk in general?”
“Nope.”
“I’m grabbing some then. I think adding milk would be good.”
“Make sure you’re finishing it because I’m not touching that.”
“Aye, aye, cap’n.”
Yangyang tells Youngjae to wait on the bench while they pay and bag their purchase. Yangyang lets Youngjae hold the light bag of chips while he and Jaemin split the heavy ones. As soon as they left the store, Jaemin hisses at the heat. A part of him wants to rip the ice bag open and dump his head in it, but he knows it’s for the snow cones. It’s a good thing the apartment is near.
As soon as they arrived, they sigh in relief at the cooling feeling of the indoors. It was a good idea to leave the a/c on when they left.
“Love?”
“Yes, babe?”
“You prepare the snow cone machine. I’ll get Youngjae to take a shower and change clothes. His clothes are drenched in sweat.”
“Sure thing! Can you grab me a towel? And maybe a new shirt.”
“Alright~”
Jaemin brings Youngjae to the bathroom, carrying his bag that his mom prepared earlier in case he needs a change of clothes. Once Youngjae is okay on his own, Jaemin goes back to his room and takes his top off to wipe his sweat off. He wears a new top and grabs another one for Yangyang then walks to the kitchen where Yangyang is figuring out how to operate the three year old snow cone machine. He stands behind his boyfriend and slides his arms around his waist. He rests his chin on Yangyang’s shoulder.
“Figured it out?”
“Yep. Done!” Yangyang rubs Jaemin’s arm with his thumb. “I’m sweaty. At least let me change before you cuddle me as if it’s winter.”
Jaemin laughs as he lets Yangyang go, pointing at the shirt he got him. Yangyang changes into the new shirt and walks over to Jaemin to crash into his arms. They stand there there in silence for awhile until-
“You should wear shorts more often. Your legs are nice.”
Jaemin laughs again, breaking the hug and shaking his head.
“Not a fan of it. It is pretty cool for summer, but if it was any cooler today I would’ve been wearing my usual pants.” He heads over to grab some bowls and spoons for their snow cones.
“I wish it’s super hot every day.”
“Don’t say that. I’m literally going to die in this heat.”
“Oh, Youngjae is here! Let’s start making snow cones!”
...is what Yangyang said, but it’s actually just them filling the machine with ice cubes then letting it do all the work. Youngjae seems to be just as excited at hearing the machine making whirring sounds as it spits out shaved ice into the bowl Jaemin got earlier. Jaemin shakes the syrup before prettily pouring it over the shaved ice, sliding the bowl towards Youngjae. When he lets out a sound of approval, Yangyang raises his hand towards Jaemin for a high-five. Mission successful!
Jaemin looks at the time and thinks it’s a good time to start making lunch. He checks the fridge, hoping to see some ingredients perfect for fried rice, but doesn't find any. He sighs to himself, thinking he needs to drop by at the grocery again . Ping. Jaemin checks his phone.
“Oh, Mrs. Kang is on her way back! She also bought food for us.” Nice. “Youngjae-ah, let’s stop with the dessert? Let’s have more when your mom arrives. Love, could you put the ice in the freezer first?”
She arrives minutes later, bringing warm lunch for the three of them. Yangyang offers her a bowl of the dessert for her to eat while they have lunch.
“Ah, Mrs. Kang! You don’t have to clean up. You must have worked hard already. You and Youngjae should go home and rest instead.”
“Thank you. I am a little tired after my discussion with my client… Thank you, Jaeminnie, Yangyang, for looking after Youngjae for me. I will return the favor when I can.”
“No problem, Mrs. Kang! Youngjae is a super good kid. I’d love to play with him next time too!”
“He’s right. Youngjae was no trouble for us.”
“Then, we shall be off. Youngjae, what do you say to your hyungs?”
“Thank you, Jaemin hyung and Yangyang hyung! Bye bye!”
“Bye~”
They clean up the mess right after. Once they were done, they decided to chill on the couch first. Yangyang rests his head on Jaemin’s lap and lets his boyfriend play with his hair.
“That was fun.”
“You don’t feel bad over our date getting pushed back to later?”
“At first, I did, but now I don’t. As long as I’m with you, I don’t think I could be sad, babe.”
Jaemin smiles and interlocks his fingers with Yangyang’s.
“Me neither.” A pause. “Let’s leave when it gets a little less warmer? I don’t think I could go out in that heat again.”
“Same here. However, if we’re going to wait…” Yangyang sits up then lies down on the other side of the couch. He scoots to the side to make some free space then opens his arms to his boyfriend. “Cuddle?”
Jaemin chuckles, then comfortably lies down in the free space, immediately wrapping his limbs around Yangyang and so did Yangyang’s around him. They eventually fall asleep just like that and the late afternoon date becomes a dinner date.