It Started With Deceit

Night Terrors

"It's, it's uh fine with me I guess?"

"Y-yeah me too I think."

"Perfect, you just have to decide who goes where, you know, left or right...top or bottom." Jackson said with a waggle of his eyebrows before disappearing out of the bedroom and then out of the apartment all together, presumably to go and get the Chinese food.

"So, uh, which one are you?" Jaebum asked, his back facing away from Jinyoung as he desperately tried to school his facial features. Jackson, the stupid idiot, had him imagining Jinyoung as a rather beautiful bottom, spread out and wanton beneath him. It had his brain scattered, thoughts infiltrated by the gorgeous images. A small part of him was desperate for it to become reality, and the other accepting that they were just fantasies.

"W-what?!" Jinyoung spluttered, with his heart in his mouth and red painted prettily across his cheeks.

"Fuck sake, ignore Jackson, he's always like that, making jokes that are disgusting and decidedly not funny. Are you left or right?" Jaebum ground out as he began tidying up his room slightly, bending over to pick up clothing and books that randomly littered the floor.

"I'm uh, left, I think, if I'm honest I kind of gravitate towards the middle but if you put a pillow in between us it'll be fine." Jinyoung muttered as he nervously rubbed at the back on his head, anxious at how the night would turn out.

"Alright, why don't you go and get your things and bring them in here, you can um, you can uh grab some clothes if you want? Sorry I'm just trying the think of anything that might fit you, you're really skinny -wait no not in a bad way, you don't look bad at all you look really good, just uh yeah, go have a look."

"Oh, uh, thanks Jaebum, a hoodie will do fine, I'll just walk around in my boxers-"

"No no! No, no, I'll find you some sweatpants." Jaebum nearly shouted. It was bad enough that he'd have to deal with Jinyoung for another night, but to have to deal with Jinyoung wearing nothing but his hoodie and boxers was seriously too much.

He crossed the room and rummaged about in the third drawer down, hands burrowing down and reaching underneath the stacks of clothes. At the very bottom were his slightly older clothes, maybe from a year ago at the maximum, which were probably the only thing that would fit around Jinyoung's narrow hips without falling to his feet a second later.

After clasping the fabric in a firm grasp he pulled multiple pairs of sweatpants out and threw them at Jinyoung who barely managed to catch them. "I'll go outside while you change, oh wait do you eat Chinese food out of the tub? Or do you want a plate?"

"I think the real question is do you actually want to have to wash up afterwards?" Jinyoung said, grinning as he spoke, fingers nervously tugging at the light grey material in his hands.

"From the tub it is then, you mannerless pig." Jaebum sang out as he sauntered out of the room, feet thudding along the wooden flooring.

Jinyoung collapsed onto the plush surface of Jaebum's large bed as soon as said male had left the room. He was beginning to feel like some love sick teenage girl, the way his heart was racing and how he could practically feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks.

And just like most love sick teenage girls he was going to get his heart undoubtedly broken into a thousand pieces. Snap out of it! He's straight for Christ sake! Jinyoung screamed at himself. Then explain what happened in the doorway, in the cinema, when you woke up in his arms this morning, and when he tried to kiss you?! How about that brain, explain that!