Can we ? | JJP ✔

6

The most annoying thing in the morning is when the bladder is full but the sun is not yet set. So people have to run to the toilet to free the pee before walking back to the bed with an expectation to continue the interrupted dream which sometimes the dream itself doesn't even bother to do it.

As soon as he came out of the toilet he was surprised to find Jinyoung sleeping so peacefully on the other side of his queen sized bed.

When did he get there?

Jaebum took few steps closer to Jinyoung and voluntarily examine his wife's facial features which he didn't even bother to look at during the wedding. He squatted down, closing the gap between his face and Jinyoung's.

Like a piece of art, Jaebum admired the slightly parted lips showing the two front teeth which made him look like a cute bunny, and then move to look at the nose which he thought, perfectly carved. His eyes was still tightly closed as if he was still enjoying being lost in his own dream.

"Stay here, please"

Those words repeated like a record, and he remembered he called Jinyoung as Youngjae... "Stay here, please... Youngjae"

"Jaebum, Youngjae is not here"

"Stay.."

He was a little bit ashamed but flustered at the same time that he remembered he begged for Jinyoung to stay while seeing him as Youngjae.

Jaebum stood up and like usual, kitchen called.

The warm hallway welcomed him as he stepped down the stairs and had to abruptly stop to where the wedding photo hung next to some brown stains upon a thin crack; then he remembered what happened there. His knuckles that initially didn't feel anything now became sore with some pain stinging through the skin. Fingers clenched, he could feel the bandage was also tightened, wrapping his scars tightly before he let it loose again.

As if the cracked wall could speak, he recalled the memory of him pinning Jinyoung over there and punched the wall next to his head before he was sitting on the couch with Jinyoung sincerely applied some meds and bandage to his bleeding knuckles, looking worried.

He paid attention to the wedding photo one more time before heading to the kitchen. The kitchen surprisingly also given him some memories like the counter, it reminded him about those bacon and pancakes that he left untouched, the pan hanging above the sink reminded him of when he cooked only one meal most of the time. The first aid box in the cabinet above the fridge reminded him about last night of how Jinyoung treated his wounds like he didn't shove him against the wall, slap him until the chubby cheek he saw earlier bled, and create a pretty big bump on his forehead. Not to mention the constant yelling and accusations he threw on Jinyoung everytime.

The younger guy had to adjust his sleeping position and streched his body by spreading his arms before his eyes shot open after his hand made a contact with something which clearly wasn't the pillow.

"J-Jaebum?" He sat in a hurry and tried to scan the room as he run his fingers to his soft hair.

"Good morning" he sat on the edge of the bed.

Jinyoung realised he was really sleeping with his husband last night. He was really in Jaebum's bed. It wasn't even a dream. "Good morning.." he greeted back.

"I made breakfast"

"So?"  was the first question appeared in his mind. He knew Jaebum always made breakfast.. but only for himself so why did he inform him about that? But apparently Jaebum could read what was on his mind.