Can we ? | JJP ✔

8

"What happened?" Jaebum hung his keys then took off his brown coat, as he stared at Jinyoung's back as soon as they entered their house. "You made me lost my chance to make a deal with some other officials"

"Nothing.." Jinyoung answered him along with a sigh as he walked up the stairs.

"Don't lie to me, Jinyoung" he followed after him. "If nothing happened then we would still be there probably making new friends" Jaebum then stopped and put his left hand in his pocket with his right foot on the curtail step.

Jinyoung looked nervous as if he was debating on whether or not should he tell him about his friend's behavior earlier at the party. He could only stare at Jaebum's tapping fingers on the wooden newel cap. But the longer he stared at it and the longer he paid attention to the sound the other's nails created, it drove him crazy and was sweating too much that he produced grains of sweat, trailed down his sideburn.

"Was it because of Jackson?" Jaebum rose his eyebrows.

Jinyoung gulped, he swore those look on Jaebum's eyes- if only he could turn his body around instantly to escape and run to his room without thinking about the possibilities of Jaebum beating him up cause he refused to tell him the truth- he would do it now.

"What happened?" Jaebum let go of his grip on the small wooden dome and stepped up, approacing the younger. Hands in both pockets with that piercing looks Jinyoung had gotten familiar with, immediately sent shivers down to his spine. Then, he stopped when he was two steps away from a nervous Jinyoung. "Was it Jackson?" He repeated his question.

Jinyoung's eyes obviously refused to look at Jaebum's as he gulped out of his nervousness. "Look at me, Jinyoung. Was it Jackson?"

"Uh ..." Jinyoung's forefinger involuntary went up to his temple to wipe his sweat as he was getting a little panicked.

"Jinyoung" Jaebum took a step up. His gaze was getting sharp.

Taking a deep breath, Jinyoung closed his eyes and tried to brace himself to speak of the name. Gambling between yes or no, yelled or punched, hugged or kissed, any possible and impossible acts Jaebum might do to him if he tell him it was his friend.

Another step,  "Jiny- "

"It was him! - "

Jaebum stopped, now his pointy nose was only centimeters away with Jinyoung's plump lips. "It was him okay! He was the one who made me uncomfortable", Jinyoung finished his sentence with a shaky voice. He was afraid Jaebum would think he lied and accused his friend... and that he might end up kissing another tile in the house.

"What did he do?" Jaebum's voice became slightly lower and sounded annoyed, but it also had that mocking tone.

"He- he grope my- "

"Ass?" Jinyoung's eyes flew wide open, followed with a loud gasp. "Here?"

Jaebum's right hand was on him, touching without permission... just like what Jackson did earlier at the party. The younger's breath became unstable. The situation was nowhere near comfortable. His sweat dripped onto his precious Alexander Mc-Queen, tears started to pool in his eyes,

"Take your hand off me" hissed under his shaky breath, Jinyoung glared at Jaebum who was smirking innocently like he did nothing wrong.

"Take your hand off me Im Jaebum!" Jinyoung slapped Jaebum's hand away from him and stepped back, two levels higer than Jaebum.

It wasn't Jaebum if he just listen to people. He followed him up, he stormed towards the other and gripped his jaw, pushed him against the wall. "What was that? Hm? You dare lay a hand on me?"