Happy Wife, Happy Life

Part 6 🔞

then he's unzipping the tent with much zeal, but before he can step out, jake is already out of the bed and pulling riki back by his hood. the overgrown child whines. "what?"

"you'll get cold!" jake says, tugging on riki's thin hoodie. he looks around and grabs a bubble jacket, "here."

riki looks at the jacket with much disgust, pursing his lips and looking at jake. "i'll be fine, hyung, the cold is nothing to me."

"riki." jake says, pushing the jacket into his hands, "wear it."

riki whines and looks at heeseung, who only shrugs. "listen to him."

"fine," riki hisses, and jake, with nothing but delight in his smile, is more than happy to put the jacket on riki.

"can i go now? c'mon, hyung, i have two shirts under my hoodie already. i'm huge."

"nope." jake chirps. he grabs his cashmere scarf and tiptoes slightly to tie it around riki's neck snugly, then he smiles and pinches his cheeks. "cozy?"

"too cozy for pokemon." riki grumbles. "now can i go?"

"hold on, will you?" jake sorts through his mini vanity kit and brings out two hand warmers, "okay, here. in case you get cold."

"can i go now? like, for real?" riki deadpans. he looks like a balloon that's been inflated to maximum capacity with how puffed up he is. jake thinks he's adorable swaddled like a little baby.

jake smiles, reaching up to pat riki's head. "yes you can."

riki huffs and grumbles, dragging his feet outside. jake zips up the tent after him, turning on his heel to go and return to his spot, but heeseung stops him.

"close the curtains." heeseung says, eyes trained on his phone. jake feels his heart drop down to his stomach, then rise back up to beat against his ribcage like it's trying to break it in two. 

jake gulps. "why?"

heeseung glances up lazily, and the smirk that comes with his look is lazy, too, "for privacy, of course. can't have him looking in, can we?"

jake wills away his thoughts. yes, all thoughts. his brain is now devoid of any synaptic transfer and is empty as a barren field. anything to stop him from thinking of heeseung in that light.

he turns around and follows what heeseung said. he waves at riki before he closes them completely, but riki is too focused on his game to even look up at him.

when he shuts them, the air in the room is much more still. external sounds have been minimized, and jake can hear heeseung's breathing from here.

he's conflicted—he wants to avoid being awkward, and conveniently, there's a vacant bed right there. but jake already sat with heeseung, and if he takes riki's bed, it would be too obvious he was avoiding him, but at the same time, jake might combust into flames if he sits with heeseung again, and—

heeseung flips the blanket where jake's spot is, presenting the mattress, looking up at jake. his gaze is anticipatory and reads like a question, and yet, jake feels like he's being commanded.

so he follows. his brain yells no! as he walks closer to heeseung, and his soul absolutely desiccates when he slips back in place.