NCT bxb oneshots: the 2nd edition

Hang- Yangyang x Jaemin

Requested by BQMUNCHKIN_13
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"Babe! I'm back!" Jaemin said, holding two full shopping bags full of clothes, mostly crop tops but other things as well.

"Hey" Yangyang said, not bothering to avert his eyes from the movie playing on the TV.

"Whatcha watchin?" Jaemin asked, closing the front door behind him.

"Dunno, I fell asleep earlier and it's just been playing since then"

"Oh, okay"

Jaemin felt a bit awkward, as Yangyang usually wouldnt ignore him like this.

"So, um, do you wanna help me try these on?" Jaemin asked, leaning against the back of the couch where Yangyang lazed about.

"Maybe later, I'm not in the mood right now" Yangyang replied in a monotone voice.

Now Jaemin knew something was wrong, Yangyang never denied the chance to tap his flat ass.

(pls im getting bold)

Jaemin sighed and left for their room without a word. Reaching the room, he felt a bit empty, lonely even.

Regardless of his current state, he still needed to try on the clothes to sort out which ones fit him.

He threw one bag off to the side and dumped out the other, leaving clothes sprawled across his bed.

Looking through the assortment of clothes, you'd find multiple brightly colored crop tops, some with designs and words scrawled out on the front. High waisted jeans, in all shades of blue and gray.

Jaemin's main concern right now was to find which tops matched with which jeans.

He tried on a bright red tube top with some lighter blue jeans, and it honestly looked bussin, ngl.

Trying on a few more tops with the same jeans, he soon realized that the last top he tried on was three sizes too small, which he somehow didnt notice when he squirmed his way into the top in the first place.

He sighed as he realized he would need Yangyang's help in getting out.

Jaemin made his way back to the living room, where he was met with loud laughs and chortling, along with patters of small objects falling to the ground.

"Um, hey, babe?"

Yangyang wiped a tear from his eye and let out a breath when he turned to face Jaemin.

"Hey, what's up?" Yangyang asked.

"I need some help" Jaemin said, feeling a flush of embarrassment run down his face.

Yangyang raised an eyebrow, then Jaemin tugged on the top he was wearing, which was hugging so tightly to his chest it was getting hard to breathe.

"Seriously?"

Jaemin bit the inside of his cheek, normally Yangyang would help without complaints, no matter what it is.

"What's your problem today?" Jaemin asked, crossing his arms.

"Nothing" Yangyang muttered in response, getting up from his comfy spot on the couch and heading towards Jaemin.

Yangyang aggresively yanked the top over Jaemin's head, leaving his hair with uneven tufts and flyaways.

Jaemin could barely even utter a thanks before Yangyang walked away and sat back on the couch.

Before Jaemin went back to their room, he heard Yangyang say something, presumably to someone, but he hadn't noticed anyone before.