"angel eyes, am I decieved"
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"I hate you," Jeongin whined as he sat on the couch, sweating profusely.
"Well excuse me, that's definitely not what you were saying to me thirty minutes ago." Chan gave Jeongin a look, one that annoyed the boy because he knew Chan was right.
"I couldn't talk thirty minutes ago! My throat was being used by your d-"
Chan cut Jeongin off by slamming his hands over the youngers mouth.
"Shush," Chan hushed him, "you're a minor."
Jeongin rolled his eyes, "and that's definitely not what you were saying thirty minutes ago."
Chan awkwardly scratched his neck, finding the situation comical but embarrassing.
"Best hour of my life," Jeongin whispered into Chan's ear. He gave the man's exposed neck a chaste kiss before flopping back onto the couch and grabbing the TV remote.
"Now, I was promised Disney movies," Jeongin stated, raising an eyebrow at Chan who nodded wearily. He knew practically every Disney movie by heart and he was already drained even if the movie marathon hadn't started yet.
"Alright, now which one came out first?" Jeongin asked himself as he scrolled through the movie section on his illegal TV app.
"Snow White," Chan answered, "I think it came out in 1937."
Jeongin looked at him with surprise and admiration that the burly man had such a soft side. Jeongin was oblivious that he was the only one that brought out Chan's soft side, who would never admit to researching Disney movies for hours one day. As Jeongin scrolled rather fast through the selections, Chan couldn't help but notice all the new movies. He remembered being so excited for the first Incredibles to come out when he was a kid, but when did they make a second one? He asked himself.
"Baby, do we have to watch Snow White?" Chan pleaded. Jeongin shot him a glare and the man groaned, knowing he lost the argument that had barely even started. What could he say? Jeongin made him do things he'd never do willingly.
Around twenty minutes into the dramatic film, Chan began to get bored. The rain pattering against the window was his only source of entertainment as he pretended the raindrops were racing each other down the glass. Jeongin was so immersed in the movie, he hardly realized the rain outside. Rain wasn't his favorite, especially thunder, and always found a way to freak him out. Chan noticed the boy unconsciously moving closer and decided to take initiative, setting Jeongin in his lap and placing his arms around the boy's torso.
"Channie, what are you doing?" Jeongin asked, annoyed with Chan's interruption and also more aware of the rumbling thunder outside.
"Protecting you," Chan mumbled, burying his face in Jeongin's neck and basking in the warmth and security. Jeongin visibly relaxed into Chan's arms, thankful that the man noticed and he didn't have to admit his embarrassing fear. He knew it was just noise, but he also knew it as a noise that can mask even the loudest screams.
Chan wasn't tired in the least but he was certainly zoning out. So as Dopey and the other dwarves went out to mine, Chan found a way to satisfy his boredom. Jeongin felt Chan's hands roaming his body more than they should have, but he dismissed the man's plea for attention as Disney's magical animators drew him back into the movie. It was only when he felt Chan's stealthy hands sneaking their way up his shirt that he looked at him.
"Can I help you?" He sneered, a kind smile on his face but a dark gaze in his eyes. Chan shook his head and slid his hands out of Jeongin's hoodie. The boy gave him a sarcastic smile and turned back to the TV.
"This is why kids have TV addictions," Chan muttered, glaring holes into the screen. Ten more minutes passed of Chan sitting in silent agony. If he heard Snow White's squeaky voice ever again he swore he would scream. Jeongin hadn't even glanced his way since he caught Chan touching him.
An idea sprang to Chan's head and the rain made it easier to carry out his plan. Jeongin's immersement in the movie and the loud thunder made it easy to unbutton the skinny jeans Jeongin had glued to his body. The boy shifted in Chan's lap, subconsciously trying to get away from the hand slithering its way down his pants, but unintentionally arousing Chan more.
"What are you doing?" Jeongin asked when he felt Chan's firm grip on his worn-out body.
"Getting attention," Chan whispered, biting into the skin that was being presented to him. Jeongin smacked the man behind him, the only confirmation that he aimed correctly being the small yelp he heard from Chan.
"You could have just asked," Jeongin said, pulling Chan's hand from his pants and spinning around so he was straddling his needy lover.
"I'm not usually like this, Jeongin, I just want you to know that. But I'm going to miss you, so, so much."
"Let me go with you, anywhere, everywhere, I don't care. I want to be with you forever, Channie," Jeongin begged.
"You'll always be with me," Chan whispered, "I promise, and I never break promises."
"But that didn't answer my question," Jeongin began but Chan cut him off with a gentle kiss.
"Just kiss me before our time runs out and our hearts stop beating for each other."
