Homeless ➹ 2jae [✓]

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In the morning, Youngjae woke up with an arm slung around his waist, and he almost forgot how the night ended.

He didn't know what time it was, but he did know that he wanted to be in that position a little longer. He turned over and did to Jaebum what Jaebum did to him. He buried his head into the older's chest while he was asked, "Don't you want to get up?" in a groggy voice.

"Not yet, Bummie."

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The day went by quickly as the two boys mostly did their own thing. Youngjae felt like having the day to himself, so he went to the bookstore and to see a movie on a whim. He liked having days like this occasionally, to get away for a bit with no restrictions.

Meanwhile, Jaebum went around to different stores looking for some candles and some Italian food from the cheapest place he knew (though it still wasn't that cheap).

He received a text from Youngjae that he would be back around 8pm, and Jaebum spaced his time out accordingly. By 7:54, he'd placed the little candles sporadically around the room and moved around some things so he could make a place to eat properly.

8:10 rolled around, and Jaebum was waiting patiently outside of the dorm. In Youngjae's yellow sweater, that he borrowed for his own amusement, he stood with a smile constantly adorned on his face.

And 8:13 — Jaebum wasn't keeping track of the time — was when Youngjae walked along with his eyes locked to his phone, reading something and not paying attention. His left arm carried a bag full of books and his right shoved the phone into his pocket. He planned to take out his room key before he saw Jaebum standing outside.

"Oh," Youngjae muttered, "hey." He was confused when Jaebum didn't let him inside. "Jaebum? What are you smiling about?" he laughed but with no answer. "What did you do!?"

"Nothing!" Jaebum defended. "Choi Youngjae, don't grow too suspicious of me just yet. Let me have the bag~"

"What? I can—" Before Youngjae realized, the bag was being slid off his arm and into Jaebum's hands. "What' the matter with you?" the younger chuckled.

"Just come in, come in."

"Fine, but whatever the hell you—" The boy was caught off guard by the sight of a dimly lit room, candles sitting on the desk, the floor, the bed; he almost doubted this was all for him. "This is why you didn't go out today?"

Quietly, Jaebum answered, "I figured I'd ask you on a date this way." Youngjae blushed as Jaebum put the bags down and came closer to him. "Well? May I have this night with you, Choi Youngjae?"

"Yahh, stop," Youngjae insisted, flustered as he could be. "But yes. Yes you may, Im Jaebum." The older smiled contently and pulled Youngjae's chair out for him. It was clear that he thought the gesture was cheesy, but sweet nonetheless. Jaebum knew it was, as well, but it was fun for the both of them.

"Here you are," Jaebum said, giving a hot takeout box and plastic utensils to Youngjae. "Sorry it doesn't look nicer," he laughed.

"Are you kidding, Jaebum, this is fancy as hell!" Youngjae opened the box to fettuccine alfredo, smiling at the thought that Jaebum knew he loved it somehow.

That night was full of laughter and meaningless conversation. Jaebum ate his chicken parm and swore he could listen to Youngjae ramble about anything and everything on his mind, and Youngjae soon realized the same. Even when the campus was asleep, they let the candles burn out on their own, and Jaebum's bed wasn't touched.

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a/n: jaebum's fucking EXTRA my god 🙄 i mean at least he didn't put rose petals on the bed bc...

lmaO, anyway hope you liked that!! sorry for the short-ish chapter btw— this is like one of those weird transition chapters ig idk

also we're so close to 5k reads whatthe fuck!!,?! thank you so much 💖💕💗