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“Nooooo!”
Seoham heard the cry when he was putting drinks away in the fridge. Quickly finishing up, he headed back to the bedroom to find Jaechan lying on his front, propped up on his elbows. The younger man was scrolling his phone with his legs kicked up behind him, crossed at the ankles. There was a distinct pout on his face.
Seoham went over and sat next to him whilst reaching out to ruffle his hair, unable to resist dipping down to give the cute puffed cheek a kiss.
“What’s wrong, Jaechannie?”
“Look,” Jaechan said, thrusting the phone screen in Seoham’s face with a frown.
Jaechan was browsing Twitter again, but this time instead of seeing a thread of cute aegyo pics, it was Jaechan in mid-jump, his grey knit sweater lifting up and revealing his soft belly. Seoham looked at it, his eyes widening a moment before he let out a laugh.
“It’s cute!” Seoham said, pinching the screen to zoom in closer, Jaechan snatched the phone back.
“Are these really my fans? How could they do this to me? This was like one second! A split second of a video, and now it’s my dark history!” Jaechan’s pout intensified before he folded down to hide his face.
“Our Jaechan has no dark history. All the comments are about how adorable it is!” Seoham patted his soft hair again, brushing down to the exposed neck, massaging it lightly with the tips of his fingers.
“It’s all your fault for feeding me so much.” Jaechan’s complaint came out muffled
Flipping over abruptly so that he was now lying on his back, there was a determined look on his face. “Right, I’m booking a gym session for tomorrow. I still have so many of those PT lessons left. Would doing crunches help?”
He moved his arms behind his head and proceeded to do a quick succession abdominal crunches before falling back onto the bed again. All the time Seoham watched him with amusement.
“Ugh,” Jaechan said. Tired already, arms flopping to his side.
“Are you really going to make it to the gym tomorrow?”
“The next time I reveal my abs, they are going to be rock solid!” Jaechan declared, looking up at the ceiling.
“When will that be?” Seoham asked.
“Well, if I don’t have the abs, I’ll just - I’ll just never reveal it. Seriously, I’m going to wear a shirt underneath from now on. I wonder which Ari it was?”
Jaechan picked up the phone again and started scrolling some more.
“What are you doing?”
I’m going to find out who this Ari is." He gave a little hmph.
“You can?”
“We’ll see. Hmm. It looks like they’ve been to a few fanmeets.”
Whilst Jaechan was concentrating on his task, Seoham’s hand was sneaking underneath the grey hoodie. The younger boy wriggled as he felt the warm hand touching his skin.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking whether the stomach crunches helped.”
Jaechan sucked his stomach in, but eventually had to let it out again.
Shifting his body down, Seoham lifted up Jaechan’s top to reveal his midriff. Honestly, there was barely a bulge. It was soft to the touch though, soft to touch and soft to kiss. Jaechan squirmed from the touch and the warmth of the breath against his skin.
Seoham nuzzled his stomach and inhaled his fresh clean scent, Jaechan's scent intermixed with that of his favourite shower gel.
“That tickles.”
“Does it only tickle?” Seoham asked in a playful tone. He tilted his head to look up at Jaechan, raising an eyebrow, meanwhile his fingers teased the edge of the waistband. He smirked when he saw Jaechan blush.
“Jaechannie, I can think of some ways we can exercise without going to the gym.”
“Hyung you’re such a pervert.”
Seoham chuckled lightly.
Jaechan pulled a face but did not resist when he felt the waistband inch down, slowly revealing his hip bones, another spot for Seoham to place his lips and then his tongue.
The phone slipped from his grasp.
-The End-