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Taeyong’s voice follows them into the elevator, a half-assed attempt of “no funny business in your hotel room!” that sends both Johnny and Jaehyun into matching fits of laughter.
Coming from Taeyong?
Sure, as the leader he probably holds some responsibility to tell the members not to do anything stupid the night before a concert. But going by the way Doyoung’s arm is wrapped tightly around his waist, his lips dropping to the top notch of Taeyong’s spine as the elevator doors close, they’re a lot more likely to cause trouble than Johnny and Jaehyun.
After all, Johnny and Jaehyun have a routine to follow. A pre-concert ritual, if you will. One involving a lot more movies and self-care and kisses and cuddling – and a lot less spine-cracking, bed-shaking, noise complaint deserving, mind-blowing sex. No, that’s their post-concert ritual. Taeyong should know the distinction by now.
“What’s our number again?” Jaehyun asks through a yawn, his voice coming from just behind Johnny’s ear as he tugs his luggage out of the elevator, a wheel catching on the break in the floor that makes him stumble forward and Johnny snort.
“You’ll see,” Johnny hums. His eyes flicker over every number they pass, waiting for their room to come, eyes switching between the number on the card in his hand and the fancy silver numbered plaques gracing the doors.
218, 220, 222…
“Oh come on, you know I hate it when you do that. Just tell me,” Jaehyun whines, voice dipping into something sulky. Johnny can practically see the pout on his boyfriend’s face. Johnny grins, eyes going back to the numbers on the doors. Jaehyun is such a baby when he gets tired. Johnny’s baby, but a baby nonetheless.
226, 228, 230 — Oh, aren’t Mark and Jungwoo in 230? Nice —
“Never mind, then…”
“Huh?” Johnny asks, a line carving it’s way between his brows. Did Jaehyun ask him something? Can’t he tell Johnny’s focusing right now? This hotel is like a maze, dude.
232, 234 …
“Ah-ha! Two thirty six,” Johnny grins, swiping them into the room and dragging his luggage through behind him. Jaehyun shakes his head and follows him in, shutting away the buzz of the hotel and latching the dead bolt behind him. You can never be too safe.
Johnny gives himself a moment to stand in the middle of the room and stare in silent wonder at the view. Life’s simple luxuries are easy to let fade into the background when you’re granted them as often as they are while on tour. The view, to start, is insane; shimmering lights of the city still buzzing with life below them, blips of yellow light in tall buildings, people mulling in the streets, a wash of taxi-yellow on the road, near-blurred with how tired Johnny’s eyes are.
Their managers always find the best hotels, even when it’s a new city they’ve never visited. This hotel is no exception.
Floor to ceiling windows grace the walls, the floors a light wood topped with sage carpet. It screams of simple luxury, white beds and wooden accents, the room still bright and airy despite how late it is. And the two queen sized beds in front of them? It only takes one glance to just know they’re going to be comfortable.
A king bed would be preferred — or a California king even, ground-breaking — but Johnny knows that is a long-shot. Their managers might tolerate his and Jaehyun’s relationship, but they certainly don’t cater to it. They’ll just share the bed towards the window, and use the spare as their dressing station.
It’s all part of the routine.
They’ve certainly had enough time to get it down, with two world tours under their belt, plenty of traveling for content, and not to mention the countless hotel rooms he and Jaehyun had stolen nights in together when they were still hiding their relationship from everyone.
Days Johnny can confidently say he does not miss.
Johnny will never forget the day Mark finally cornered Johnny in his room, confessing that Johnny was being so glaringly obvious with his affection that all of the members knew he and Jaehyun had to be at least hooking up. Mark had blushed and rambled and done his awkward hands, blabbing something about how there was way too much touching to be “just bros”… Johnny doesn’t remember the details, just remembers sighing in relief at being able to be disgustingly in love with Jaehyun in the living room. Well. Relief first, and then laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe at the fact that they chose Mark to confront him about it, out of everyone.
“I’m exhausted,” Jaehyun groans, falling face first on the bed and letting his bags drop to the floor. He draws his feet up, kicking them back and forth as he pulls out his phone.
Johnny smiles fondly at the display, something inside of him tugging at the fact that he gets to see Jaehyun like this — silly, easy, calm. Almost child-like, all of the pressure they normally are trying so hard not to crumble beneath smoothed out, forgotten when it’s just the two of them.
Johnny drops himself into the chair across the room, scrolling through his messages, seeing what he missed while he was asleep on the bus.
Typical, Johnny snorts, opening his and Mark’s thread to a stream of English rambling and emojis.
Johnny fires back a response to the most important bits, switching to the 127 group chat and scrolling back. He doesn’t have to scroll too far, being one of the more active members, but finds himself opening the thread to the middle of an argument that he has no context for, Jungwoo and Taeyong bickering and Doyoung responding every once in a while just to laugh.
Johnny stops halfway through his back-read when he gets a Bubble notification, Jaehyun’s name popping up at the top of his screen. All of the members are more active than ever on Bubble the night before a concert, trying to get the Czennies excited. Johnny’s honestly a little surprised Jaehyun remembered. He’s normally not one who’s good at remembering passwords without having to ask Johnny what he set them as. Johnny opens his keyboard, ready to type out the same “I love you Jaehyunnie” that he sends in response to all of Jaehyun’s messages, but half-way through the word ‘love,’ another message fills the screen.
Rather, a selfie — a shirtless selfie — has Johnny’s whole body reacting, eyebrows hitting the ceiling and heart starting to pound. Laughter follows the photo, and a quick goodnight, but Johnny’s eyes drift back up to the photo, mouth curling into an amused grin without even trying.
bubble 💗 + 1, 670
[ARTIST] JAEHYUN 🍑
Johnny, 내일 빨리 보고 싶어요.😄😄
콘서트 기대되세요?
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ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
알았어, 좋은 밤.
“Finally remembered your Bubble log-in?” Johnny asks, watching as Jaehyun visibly blanches at the sentence, eyes snapping up from his phone, facing Johnny’s wide grin.
Jaehyun’s eyes narrow before glancing back down at his screen, confusion and wonder laced in the lines of his face. “How the fuck can you see my phone from all the way over there?”
“I can’t,” Johnny snorts. He waits with raised eyebrows for Jaehyun to figure out what he means. But Jaehyun’s eyebrows furrow for a beat too long, so Johnny decides to help him out. He grins, tilting his head. “Shirtless selca just for fun, huh?”
“Oh my— Johnny! You told me you unsubscribed,” Jaehyun whines, shooting up into a sitting position. The glare he shoots Johnny would be intimidating were it not for the adorable set of dimples that accompany the frown. “That’s embarrassing, babe… Stop. No, stop it, Johnny. Stop laughing!”
“I’m not laughing.”
“I hate you,” Jaehyun mutters, rolling over to bury an embarrassed groan in the comforter, feet hanging limp off the edge of the bed.
“You love me,” Johnny grins, tossing his phone onto their extra mattress and walking over to him, tugging on his ankles until he turns back over.
Jaehyun lets Johnny pull him by his wrists back into a seated position despite his complaints, knees tucked between Johnny’s legs. “No way,” he grumbles.
Jaehyun’s ears give him away. Johnny leans forward, tucking two fingers under Jaehyun’s chin as he leans forward, kissing the frown off of his face. Johnny feels Jaehyun breathe out a sigh through his nose, the warm air kissing Johnny’s skin.
“Whatever,” Jaehyun grumbles, dropping it in favor of kissing Johnny more. A hand reaches out to fist into the front of Johnny’s shirt, trying to tug him back down.
But Johnny can’t leave things well enough alone, and Jaehyun really makes the teasing too easy.
“When did you even take that?” Johnny continues, sending Jaehyun’s ears blazing back into flames as he pushes Johnny away from him, annoyed. Jaehyun stands up, brushing past Johnny to pull his pyjamas out of his suitcase on the other bed. If Johnny had to guess, he’d say Jaehyun just wanted an excuse to turn away and hide his blush, trying to save some face. And maybe Johnny knows him well enough to know that’s exactly what he is doing.
“This morning,” Jaehyun grumbles, answering Johnny because he’s good. “The lighting was good.”
“It was,” Johnny agrees. He selfishly wishes Jaehyun had sent it just to him, and not the thousands of fans subscribed to Jaehyun’s Bubble. But Jaehyun likes compliments too much to stop fishing for them, and Johnny’s ego is boosted watching Jaehyun get praised and thirsted over, knowing he’s the only one who gets to have the beautiful man in front of him.
“Can you please not?” Jaehyun whines, throwing clothes onto the comforter and pulling out his pajamas.
Except Johnny actually has to tease Jaehyun to live. Which Jaehyun should know by now. After what? Three years of dating? No, almost four now, huh. Johnny still can’t quite wrap his head around Jaehyun being his, even after all this time.
“You’re the one sending shirtless pics to other boys,” Johnny teases, biting back his grin at the way Jaehyun turns to him, eyes wide and retort ready on his tongue.
“John, you know it’s not li—” Jaehyun starts to defend himself, before noticing Johnny’s toying with him and deflating, mouth flattening into an annoyed line. He bites his cheek, glaring up at Johnny. “I mean, yes. Yes I am. Girls, too, Johnny. Czennies come in all shapes and sizes, you know.”
“I’m wounded, baby,” Johnny says softly, hands fitting around Jaehyun’s waist as he tugs him forward, until their knees are touching and Jaehyun’s appropriately trapped between Johnny and the bed. “Truly.”
“You’re so annoying.”
“I know, baby,” Johnny grins, giving Jaehyun’s sides one last squeeze before letting his eyes drop to the clothes wrinkling in Jaehyun’s fist. An idea worms it’s way into Johnny’s brain and suddenly the thought of undressing Jaehyun becomes more appealing than anything else, teasing forgotten. “Arms, please,” Johnny urges him, tugging on Jaehyun’s sleeve.
“I can take my clothes off myself, thank you very much,” Jaehyun says, cheeks turning pink and eyes going shy, the guy who took topless mirror pics after working out this morning forgotten somewhere back in those messages.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Johnny asks, tugging the clothes out of Jaehyun’s hands anyway, Jaehyun sighing but letting him do it.
Jaehyun packed (shockingly) another black t-shirt to sleep in — the super soft one that Johnny got him for Christmas, one actually made for sleeping — and his old, beat-up flannel pajama pants he refuses to get rid off. The navy had long been washed-out, now a muted blue and grey, complete with a tattered hem. Johnny makes a mental note that maybe those need replacing next Christmas.
“Arms, come on,” Johnny sing-songs, grin stretching wide and cat-like when Jaehyun glares and raises his arms over his head, letting Johnny drag his shirt off, revealing miles of pale, pale, skin stretched over lean muscle. Jaehyun’s body is the least interesting part about him, but Johnny would be a fool not to acknowledge how much effort Jaehyun puts into looking this good.
Johnny tugs his pants off next, going to his knees to drag the joggers over his ass, pulling them off with help from Jaehyun as he lifts each leg to help Johnny pull them off.
Johnny catches Jaehyun’s ankle in his hand once his joggers are thrown back onto the spare bed, flicking his gaze up to Jaehyun’s eyes and pressing the lightest impression of a kiss to the knob of Jaehyun’s ankle, his skin cold under the hot press of Johnny’s mouth. Because he can’t help himself. Because Jaehyun gasps at the touch. Because from this angle, Jaehyun looks like a god, and Johnny wants nothing more than to worship him.
“Johnny Suh,” Jaehyun groans, voice full of warning as dark as his gaze. His fingers slide through Johnny’s hair, squeezing a handful of recently dyed blonde in frustration.
“What?” Johnny asks softly, voice full of faux innocence as he returns Jaehyun’s ankle to the floor, fighting against the grip in his hair to lean forward and press a matching kiss to his thigh, just above his knee.
“If you keep that up, I’m fucking you into the mattress, Johnny,” Jaehyun grits out, his words stirring something hot and needy in Johnny’s stomach. Johnny’s breathing goes thin as he thinks about it, pushing away the thought with the promise of tomorrow. After the concert.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
Johnny controls himself enough to stand up, spine straightening as he lets the lust fade into something soft and filled with adoration as he takes in Jaehyun near naked and beautiful in front of him.
“You heard TY,” Johnny hums, poking Jaehyun in the stomach, just above the thick swath of hair disappearing below the hem of his underwear. Johnny looks away before he actually does try to get Jaehyun to fuck him, swallowing the swell of lust in his mouth. “No funny business,” Johnny mimics, missing all of the deep growl in Taeyong’s voice as he tries to impersonate their leader.
Jaehyun rolls his eyes but steps into the pajamas as Johnny urges him. “You’re impossible,” Jaehyun grumbles, raising his arms back up for Johnny to tug his shirt on for him.
There’s nothing charged about the way Johnny helps Jaehyun into his pajamas. It makes his heart race, nonetheless.
When Jaehyun’s changed and ready for bed, Johnny notices him lingering by his side and waits for Jaehyun to speak again before moving on.
“Do you, um…” Jaehyun asks, ears still pink and eyes shy as he gestures vaguely towards Johnny’s suitcase, “Uh, do you want me to help you, too?”
Johnny grins, teeth biting crescents into his bottom lip as his chest aches at how fucking cute Jaehyun is. He shakes his head, “Please, Jaehyun,” he starts, voice decidedly stern. “I can take my clothes off myself, thank you very much,” he echoes, pushing Jaehyun back towards the mattress with a firm push to the center of his chest that sends him flying onto the comforter with a put-out:“Hey!”
“Pick a movie while I get ready for bed,” Johnny says, handing Jaehyun his laptop before disappearing into the bathroom.
“Okay, what are we watching?” Johnny asks when he comes back, clean and fresh and ready to snuggle as he slides under the covers.
Jaehyun turns the computer even further from Johnny, grinning up at him around the word, “Guess.”
Johnny fights the urge to laugh. When Jaehyun’s in charge of picking the movie, it’s not much of a guess. It’s really never much of a guess with either of them, but Jaehyun’s current fixation on the MCU leaves Johnny with about a 33% of guessing correctly.
“We are not watching Iron Man for the fourth time this week, right?” Johnny asks, giving Jaehyun a look.
Jaehyun scoffs, “It would only be the third time, thank you very much, but no. I hope you’re happy you wasted a guess on that. One more try.”
If it’s not Iron Man, it’s the Avengers. Johnny knows this as well as he knows Jaehyun’s going to be disappointed if he guesses right.
“Spider-Man, then?”
“Nope,” Jaehyun grins, pleased as Johnny knew he’d be.
“What is it, then?” Johnny asks, pulling Jaehyun closer and looping an arm over his shoulders, tugging Jaehyun into his side as the Avengers fills the screen. “Ah, Avengers. I should’ve guessed.”
“But you didn’t,” Jaehyun teases him, pressing a kiss to Johnny’s neck before tucking himself further under the covers, a leg sliding between Johnny’s as he makes a home against Johnny’s body for the rest of the movie.
They get to the part where they realize the portal has to close to prevent more Chitauri from coming in when Johnny realizes Jaehyun’s eyes are only half open.
“Still wanna do face masks?” Johnny asks softly, when Jaehyun’s breathing has gone a little too even, and Johnny can tell he’s about to fall asleep on him.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, please,” Jaehyun says, voice thick as he fights a yawn.
Jaehyun loves face masks. Johnny just loves Jaehyun.
Johnny untangles himself from Jaehyun’s body, putting the laptop to the side as he goes and rummages through Jaehyun’s backpack in search of the masks. He finds them easily enough, walking back over to the bed and shaking them for Jaehyun to acknowledge with a soft hum of excitement. Johnny walks to Jaehyun’s side of the bed this time, a knee dipping into the mattress, right by Jaehyun’s hip.
Robert Downey Jr’s voice fades into the background as Johnny slides up and onto Jaehyun’s lap, palms flattening on his chest and knees sinking into the mattress on either side of Jaehyun’s hips.
There’s history in the way Jaehyun looks up at him from under his lashes, lips quirked just enough for his dimples to come out and play. In the way his palm slides up Johnny’s thigh in a practiced slide, grip intentional enough to remind Johnny that he might be bigger than him, and on top of him, but he’s far, far from in charge.
“If you keep looking at me like that…” Johnny breathes out, thumb swiping over Jaehyun’s cheekbone. He savors the way Jaehyun leans into the touch, just enough to let Johnny know he likes it. That he doesn’t want Johnny to stop.
“I look at you like this every day, hyung,” Jaehyun says softly.
Jaehyun only ever calls him hyung when they’re filming, or in public, or when he’s pushing Johnny’s buttons. And fuck if Johnny doesn’t love it when Jaehyun pushes his buttons. His beautiful, evil, gorgeous boy.
There’s a storm in Jaehyun’s eyes; conflict and lust and curiosity dancing together in the dark brown. Johnny’s sure it’s mirrored in his own gaze. He knows it won’t lead anywhere, but the push and pull still is intoxicating.
“And you make me insane, every day,” Johnny laughs, cupping Jaehyun’s chin with delicate fingers, tilting his chin up until the angle is satisfactory for Johnny to lean down and push all of his want and passion and need into Jaehyun’s mouth with his tongue.
Jaehyun’s mouth tastes like the mint of his toothpaste, but Johnny doesn’t mind, drunk on the soft breaths he lets out when Johnny’s teeth pull on
“Good,” Jaehyun whispers against Johnny’s mouth, cupping his cheek before pressing a kiss there, too. “You make me insane too.”
Johnny pulls back reluctantly, sitting back on Jaehyun’s hips and picking up the face masks where he tossed it to the side. He rips it open with his teeth in a way that feels cooler than it probably looks, peeling out the white sheet covered in goo and giggling at the way Jaehyun winces when something drips on his chin.
Johnny places it on his face with delicate fingers, smoothing the mask over Jaehyun’s face until it’s flush with his skin, every inch of him covered except for his mouth, slick with Johnny’s spit and bitten pink.
Even now, Jaehyun looks handsome.
Johnny wishes he’d brought his film camera to capture the moment, even if Jaehyun would complain about Johnny taking pictures that could be used against him on the internet. The newest addition to his collection, the one Jaehyun got him for Christmas. Johnny still hasn’t gotten over it — from the beautiful leather strap Jaehyun had to have custom made for the old camera, to the refurbished, flawless design of one of the oldest models Johnny had seen that would still work.
And Jaehyun still has the nerve to say he’s not good at gift giving.
Johnny leans down, pushing the mask away from the edges of Jaehyun’s mouth to draw him into a kiss. Jaehyun whines, likely because he can’t move his face, and Johnny pulls back. He sticks out his tongue in disgust, nose wrinkling. “Tastes like soap.”
Jaehyun pushes him off of his lap with a laugh, throwing the other mask after him as he holds his own to his face, his cheeks scrunching up with laughter threatening to pull the mask off. “You’re so stupid.”
“And?” Johnny hedges, laying back down and resting his head on Jaehyun’s chest, heart growing tight and warm when Jaehyun wraps him into his body.
“And I love you, you needy baby. Now watch the movie.”