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*youngjae's pov*

"but that's 10 minutes. we still got time, pretty boy" jaebum answered as i smacked him. 10 minutes feel like 5 minutes! how will we pick up this mess in time?

"how about i speed it up?" jaebum suggested with a smirk as i blushed. "i-i...listen. they are coming in nine minutes- are you even listening??" i shouted as jaebum looked straight down. but, i can't blame him. since i really wanted to do it, too.

"jaebum, you have 5 minutes. so please make it feel good" i walked up to him, as he gave me one last smirk. "i'll always make you feel good" and before i knew it, i was against the wall, my legs on his hips, holding on for dear life.

*one minutes on the clock*

jaebum pulled out and i fell on my bed. i checked my phone.
"you-" *pant* "i-i...that felt.." i panted as i looked at the clock. "one minute!"
"well, we could've saved 3 minutes but you kept asking me to not stop" jaebum puffed as i threw my pillow at him. "we cannot bear this moment" i got up and looked out my window. our moms were already here.

we taken off all over clothes and threw them somewhere. i grabbed a random shirt and threw one at jaebum. we slipped on our pants and i fixed my hair. jaebum went to the bathroom as i layed on my bed, picking up a random manga book as the moms come into the house.

"youngjae! jaebum! we are home-" mom and mrs.im come in, not suspecting anything since i layed a blanket underneath the mess i made.

"would you look at that! mrs.choi, you owe me!" mrs.im squealed as i look at her confused. that's when i realized i was wearing jaebum's shirt, not mine.
and i didn't even notice.

*at the flower shop*

i was picking some roses for an order. that's when yugyeom comes in and poked me. "hyung! what went down at your house?" i forgot i had texted him about the table incident, so i jumped when he asked me that and started blushing. "n-nothing...oh! the table! right! it broke!" i smiled and continue picking roses.

"why did you stammer? why are you blushing?" yugyeom asks as i ignore him. "oh! OH. i know what just happened yesterday! who topped who?" i placed a rose under his nose and looked away. "we never did such thing. we just...ate ramen" yugyeom looks at me and whispered "and chill" that's when i threw my water bottle at him.

i wonder if that's been on jaebum's mind, too. the picture keeps playing in my head. his face. how he was sweating. his hair covered his eyes. how he cursed under his breath.

"you feel so good, youngjae. keep begging me for more. you look so cute when you do".

those words tailored my head for the rest of the day as i silently pick another flower from the greenhouse.