Unaware- 2Jae

03

"Yea, he's still out. Could you let Jinyoung...", a muffled voice from the other side of the door said. 

Unfortunately, Youngjae had fainted after the room began to spin and had been asleep for the past four hours. His eyes slowly began to open once again, making him blink rapidly to keep himself awake.

Just then the previous unknown man entered the room, phone in hand. He noticed the smaller male now awake and approached him to take a seat on the bed.

"How're you feeling?", he smiled warmly, bringing a hand to stroke Youngjae's hair. Youngjae's eyes scanned the bedroom and met the other's gaze, completely locking them. 

"W-What happened?", he asked softly. 

Sighing, "Well, I guess you did hit your head 'cause you passed out pretty coldly." 

Without a response, Youngjae broke eye contact but allowed the man to continue to stroke his hair. He then heard the sound of a ringing phone which made the hand rest on his head as the stranger picked up the call. After a few words, he turned to Youngjae and gestured toward the phone. 

"It's Jinyoung -- he's calling from work."

Youngjae's eyes widened and immediately grabbed the device. He placed the phone to his ear and carefully peeled himself from the bed and exited out the door, earning strange and suspicious looks from the man on the bed. 

"Jinyoung?", he whispered loudly, closing the door behind him. 

"Youngjae! What happened? Mark called and apparently you passed out? Y-You're passing out, now?!", Jinyoung spoke quickly on the phone, voice obviously filled with panic.

Confused, Youngjae responded, "Jinyoung! I have no idea what you are talking about! What is this place? Who is that man who keeps getting touchy with me? A-And who the heck is Mark and why did he pick up your phone?"

There was a short moment of silence from the other line which worried the younger a little. 

"Jin--"

"W-What? You did hit your head, didn't you? Or are you just half-asleep? You know what, ask Jaebum for some tea and porridge -- it'll make you feel better.", Jinyoung suggested.

Jaebum? So that's his name.

Blinking and shaking his head slightly, Youngjae proceeded to speaking what seemed like nonsense to Jinyoung. 

"Jinyoung! Can we please meet? I need your help, believe me!", Youngjae pleaded, both hands grasping the phone. 

"Youngjae, I'm working--"

"Tomorrow, then? Please, hyung!"

Jinyoung sighed heavily and loudly enough for the younger to hear on the other line. "Alright, tomorrow. Meet me at the 빙수 / bingsu / shaved ice shop tomorrow afternoon." 

Youngjae sighed in relief before quickly thanking him and hanging up. Then he thought to himself, wait. Tomorrow? What am I going to do until tomorrow -- I can't stay here!

"Youngjae! Are you hungry?", the so-called Jaebum said, opening the door. Youngjae noticed he now had a t-shirt on but that didn't completely hide his chiseled chest and squared shoulders.

The lost boy grasped onto the phone tightly in his right hand, resting by his side. He looked Jaebum in the eye, chest full of tension and a tight smile on his face.

"Do we have tea?", he asked quickly and awkwardly, immediately wanting to punch himself in the face afterward.

Chuckling, the other responded, "Yea. Yea, we've tea." 

~

Sipping his now well-seeped tea in its over-sized black mug, Youngjae's eyes wandered the dining room. It was connected to of course, the kitchen and the living area where a flat television rested on a set of drawers. 

Below him were gray wooden boards that he had not even noticed he was rubbing his soles across. He sat on a white stool at the same white counter. He checked the clock that read 4:07pm and pondered what he would do for the rest of the night. 

Carefully carrying the mug in both hands, he stood from his seat and wandered the first floor of his home. He began to notice Jaebum's fond style of European furnishing and the repetitive use of creme, back and white shades -- the sofas were beige, the coffee tables black and tiles and accessories white. 

He also noticed there was no basement which he was grateful for due to his suspicions about its residents, thanks to horror movies. 

Connected to the dining area was a glass door leading to the backyard -- Youngjae had always wanted one. He carefully slid the door open, mug still in hand. Peeping out the door, he inhaled the cool evening breeze and laid his eyes upon the space behind the house. 

A particular cherry blossom tree caught his eye, making him step out and approach the feature. He lifted an arm to touch the delicate petals just until he heard a familiar voice, making him jolt and turn around.

"Feeling better?"

"Yea, uh. Th-Thanks for the tea..."

"I figured it wouldn't be a good idea to take you out today, so you wanna come watch a movie?", Jaebum suggested, leaning on the doorway with his arms folded. 

Just for tonight, Youngjae. 

~

"You know, it's kinda hard picking out a movie snack for you considering you don't like popcorn."

Jaebum rummaged the pantry to find Youngjae something to munch on. His eyes caught a bag of Skittles which he remembered they had once bought for another movie before plans were canceled. Heading into the living room, he handed them to Youngjae whose eyes glistened upon seeing his favourite candy and gently accepted them. 

"Okay, what're you feeling tonight?", Jaebum hopped right next to Youngjae on the sofa, his arm automatically resting around the smaller male as he flipped through options with the remote. 

Youngjae had completely forgotten which movie they had chosen and what it was about. He focused on Jaebum's actions and tried to decipher his behaviour. He began to notice his little twitches when he stayed in one position for too long, along with the occasional pat on the leg which made Youngjae freeze each time he did so. 

By the time it was nearly eight in the evening and two movies had rolled by, Jaebum had already wandered off to dreamland and rested his head on Youngjae's shoulder. 

An actual stranger is sleeping on me and I'm letting him, he thought to himself. 

In an attempt to remove Jaebum from his shoulder, the sleeping man had noticed and wrapped his further arm around Youngjae to get him closer. He froze in his seat, unsure what to do with his hands. 

He looked down at the sleeping male on his side, and felt the warmth transferred from his body. The same two moles seemed to be waving hello at him, making him smile and lean back on the sofa. 

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this chapter sucked ass but we're getting there

NEXT CHAPTER COMING UP SHORTLY !!