Happy Wife, Happy Life

Part 2

jake had thought it was odd, sure, but he had also thought it was one of those one-off instances that were never be repeated. until it happens again, of course- this time, at the dorms.

jake wouldn't call himself the best at cooking, but unlike riki, who nearly started a fire, and sunoo, who is as accident-prone as they come, he's definitely passable.

he sighs and rubs his eyes, movements still sluggish from sleep. they've got vocal training later, two meetings, and practice all in one day. jake already knows he's going to sleep like the dead tonight.

then there are two long arms snaking around his waist, a warm body pressing against his back, and a chin on his shoulder. jake yelps, "fuck!" he flails around in panic, sleep washed out completely, but the person behind him only laughs.

his raspy morning voice sending chills down jake's spine and jake realizes that voice voice belongs to heeseung. "hyung."jake breathes out a laugh and heeseung presses a bit closer.

"morning," he says, and altrough jake is no stranger to physical affection from heeseung, he's never been this close before.

jake takes in a deep breath and sighs, "morning." he finishes whisking the egg yolks and milk together, adding drops of vanilla extract for flavor.

"you're up early." heeseung notes.

"couldn't sleep. besides, practice starts early today. I thought it'd be nice for us to eat a little something before we get to the company." jake replies, sifting flour and baking soda into the batter. the sandwiches they got from the convenience store next to HYBE were poorly made, and jake would like to eat something that doesn't taste like cement in his mouth.

he's so focused on the precision of his movements that he's extremely caught off-guard when something else presses against his backside- jake freezes, eyes going wide, every muscle in his body practically calcified.

heeseung must not notice himself because there's simply no way he'd let his goddamn boner come into contact with his bandmate's body, much less his ass.

jake gulps, and heeseung sighs, releasing a quiet moan that slips itself into jake's ear. "what're you planning to cook?"

his arms are frozen mid-air, hand raised. his mind cuts off and blanks completely. what the fuck.

a shiver wracks his body and he hopes to god heeseung didn't feel it.

keep it cool, jake, he tells himself. he probably doesn't know he's hard right now. don't make it obvious. you don,t want to embrarrass him, do you?

"jake?" heeseung inquires, hugging his waist tighter, a smile in his voice that lets jake know he's being teased.

he snaps out of it. the grip he has on the little spatula tightens and he just only realizes how stupid he must've looked, as still as a deer in highlights, but he scrambles to answer, "um. just- trying something new. soufflé pancakes."

"ah. I see." heeseung says, and jake realizes he's finished with the first part of the batter. all he needs to do now is to beat egg whites and sugar together, add it to the first bowl, then cook.

jake looks around. damn it. he thought he had prepared two bowls, but he only brought out one. jake grasps heeseung's arms in an attempt to get free, pushing them off him so he can reach up and get another bowl.

heeseung grunts and holds him close, not letting him move.

"I have to get a bowl," jake says, laughing as a last resort to dissolve the tension building between them, but heeseung only holds him tighter.

"don't move." heeseung says, and it's so slight that jake barely catches it, but his voice adopted the tone of authority that he only ever uses during dance practice. jake finds himself complying anyway, like a dog following his owner.

heeseung hums and retrieves a bowl from the cardboard, not needing to tiptoe the way jake has to, placing it in front of jake. "here you go." he says.

jake attempts to lodge words out of his throat, but he only comes up with a hasty "thanks."

he transfers the egg whites to the bowl and a quarter cup of sugar, whisking them as quickly as he can, because heeseung's godforsaken boner was still rubbing up against his ass.

sunlight is only just beginning to filter in. soon the egg whites fluff up and he turns the stove on. reaching over, he grabs the bowl from earlier. he folds the second batter into the first with a spatula, trying to maximize aeration.

in the hazy quiet of morning, jake doesn't know if he feels warm from heeseung so close to him, or from the heat emanated from the stove.

it's weirdly domestic. here he is, cooking, with heeseung pressed against his back, only the two of the them in the kitchen, and jake doesn't want to think it, he really doesn't, but he can't help it.