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The wind has something against Jaeyun. August fucking blows, man. His words, not Jay's (Jay doesn't use weird slang like that). On set for a shoot, pumping their legs in tandem to keep the swing going, and all Jaeyun can talk about is the wind and his toes.
"Can you stop complaining about your toes? Just once. Once in your life, Jaeyun."
Jaeyun stops the swing. He turns, very slowly, very pronounced, to get Jay to look at him in the same manner. "Show me the beans."
"The what?"
"The beans! You're a kitty." He makes an obviously gesture. "I wanna see the beans."
"My toes? You want me to show you my feet. I don't think so, buddy."
Jaeyun shrugs. "I'll stop complaining about my toes if you show me your feet." Then he starts the swing again.
Jay will just have to find extra-EXTRA-noise-canceling earbuds or headphones or get an allergy-friendly cat to cover his ears. Because no way is he going to entertain Jaeyun's fucking foot fetish.
Jay makes a mistake. Sometime—whether it's an interview, a WeVerse interaction, something else—he gives away this tidbit to his fan family: I was called a puppy when I was a kid because I'd get so happy when I saw people.
Unfortunately, he also gave it to his group family.
And boy, was that the mistake of mistakes.
Jaeyun lights up when Jay hauls his bags through the doorway of their hotel room. He's got to be saving some special phrase for Jay, because he doesn't look at him like that casually. Jay would know, with the supreme amount of time he spends looking at Jaeyun while pretending he's doing the opposite.
"Are you a dog or are you just happy to see me?"
Jay normally packs light (he tries, anyway), but this time he kind of wishes he hadn't packed at all and had just stayed behind so he wouldn't have to experience this. "Go back to calling me a cat. Just don't do... whatever that was."
"Your wish is my command, señor."
Jay opens his suitcase and sets a few things on the nightstand.
"Jay."
Changes his mind and stuffs something back in a suitcase pocket. Weird fake sunglasses souvenir from the last city they were in.
"Jay-ah."
Digs for sleepclothes through the fabric jamming his bag.
"Come on."
Peels off his tank-top. He already showered earlier, but it's hot as fuck, and sweat, no matter how Asian-gened-up, yields to no one.
"Jay."
Pulls on his comfy shorts for sleeping that are little more than a second pair of boxers. Tosses the other clothes back on the suitcase where he can deal with them tomorrow.
"Talk to me."
"What do you want."
"I even spoke French for you!"
"When? 'Señor'? That's Spanish!"
"I'm sorry, do you need time? I'll wait for you."
"Just shut up."
Jaeyun slides his legs off the edge of the bed. Jay doesn't doubt that he'll leave, but he also doesn't doubt that he'll end up back in here by morning. And he doesn't doubt that he'll miss Jaeyun the whole time.
"Don't go."
No hesitation: Jaeyun gets back in the bed. Jay gets in with him, and it's quiet for a while. In the good way.
"This is boring. Can't we spice it up a little?"
They both know what Jaeyun means by that. But tomorrow will be busy. And neither of them are particularly pent-up now, thanks to certain events at a similar time to this approximately three days ago.
"Eh. Not tonight."
Jay's phone is on the nightstand next to the pillow.
But it's so dark and quiet. He won't disturb it.
"Good night, my dear," Jaeyun says.
It makes Jay think.
It makes him think of marriage...
"Something's wrong with you. Good night." If Jay adds 'my dear' in his head—nobody has to know.
And then Jay can't sleep and he can tell Jaeyun isn't sleeping either, because he might as well be lying next to a board with how stiff he is. Maybe Jay was wrong and one of them is still particularly pent-up.
Jay nudges Jaeyun's leg under the sheet with his foot and Jaeyun jolts. Gasps. "For free?"
"Drop the foot thing. What are you thinking about?"
"You."
"No. What were you thinking about just now? Before I poked you."
"I'm always thinking about you." Jaeyun lets loose a monstrous yawn. "It's quite tiring."
Jay forgets to respond before soft snores fill the room. So now Jaeyun can sleep. Why is he so weird? And why does Jay like it?
These questions linger in Jay's mind long past midnight, though in the morning he wishes he hadn't fallen asleep and gotten to the next day so fast, because the second he cracks open his eyes—actually, seconds before he opens his eyes—it's far too early for his toes to be this wet.
Jay tries to kick Jaeyun away, but Jaeyun's already moved and is staring at him with an expectant face like Jay's supposed to be happy he woke up to his roommate giving his toes a blowjob.
"Holy fuck, you really do have a foot fetish." Jay glares at Jaeyun. He'd like to hope it's scarier because he's fresh from sleep, voice low, mood far worse than it would be had this happened later in the day. "You're lucky I'm the kind of person to clean my whole body. And that I showered last night. And that I'm not a morning person, because..."
Jaeyun thinks Jay's whole glare thing is cute, adorable, whatever he always ends up saying about him, judging by the look on his face and his too-warm hand patting Jay's bare leg. "I'm just lucky to have you, Jjongsaeng."
Yeah, August blows. So does Jaeyun, apparently.