[one shot] who are you?
Title: who are you?
Pairing: JB/Youngjae
Rating: PG
Length: 1.3k
Summary: Youngjae meets, loves and loses Jaebum.
“Psst! Oi, Youngjae, do you know the guy in the grey sweater vest?”
At Bambam’s shouted whisper, Youngjae looks up from the counter he’s wiping. “Who?” he tilts his head.
“Corner booth in the back,” Bambam whispers, gesturing with his eyebrows in a ridiculous-looking manner.
Youngjae steps from the back of the counter onto the floor of the coffee shop, heading over to the back to wipe one of the tables and do reconnaissance. After a quick glance, he’s quite certain that he’s never met the man sitting by himself in the far corner-he would definitely remember crossing paths with someone so strikingly handsome. He’s dressed quite conservatively, like a young professor or a librarian, but his black slacks and sleeveless jumper cling to his body in very flattering ways, and his plain black framed glasses highlight his piercing brown eyes. Those eyes shift ever so slightly and Youngjae finds himself trapped.
The handsome stranger stares back impassively, lifting his cup to his lips. He takes a long pull on his coffee, not blinking the entire time. Water drips onto Youngjae’s shoes as he clutches at the wet flannel in his hand, desperately trying to jumpstart his brain.
“Youngjae, I need you at the counter,” Bambam calls out.
Youngjae jumps. “O-okay, I’m coming,” he stutters, blinking rapidly as feeling returns to his body.
He turns to retreat back to the front of the shop and runs right into one of the tables. He hisses as his shin knocks against the table’s metal leg. Youngjae can practically feel the handsome stranger burning twin holes into the back of his neck. He dares not turn around to check if he’s right.
“So?” Bambam asks the second Youngjae gets behind the counter.
“So what?”
Bambam briefly rolls his eyes. “The guy, who is he?”
“I don’t know,” Youngjae shrugs, turning his back to Bambam and attending to his register. But I’d like to, he thinks.
“Knock knock, may I come in?”
Youngjae looks away from the mirror and puts down his makeup brush cleaner at the sound of Jaebum’s voice. “Yes, sure.”
“Congratulations on your opening night,” Jaebum sings as he steps through the door, his face and body mostly obscured by a large bouquet. “I can already see the sterling reviews you’ll get,” he winks, peeking out from behind the bouquet.
Youngjae cheeks get warm. “It’s just a two day production put on by a community drama club,” he says sheepishly.
“So? It’s still a performance in front of an audience, and you were amazing,” Jaebum says firmly, leaning down to capture Youngjae’s lips in a soft kiss.
Youngjae’s eyes flutter closed. His nose is tickled by the sweet scent of the flowers and the strong musk of Jaebum’s cologne mixing and wafting around the small dressing room. The combination of scents is quite overwhelming, making Youngjae a bit lightheaded-not helped by Jaebum slowly kissing his breath away. Youngjae’s has to wonder if it’s possible to suffocate like this, but if so, then it’s not exactly a terrible way to die.
“Hey, Youngjae, are you finished chang-Oh! Excuse me.”
Jaebum pulls away and Youngjae can breathe again.
“Am I interrupting something?” Jimin asks coyly, her right hand posed on her chest.
Jaebum chuckles lightly. “I’ve got a lecture to get to, you go on with your friends. See you later, Youngjae.”
Jaebum rests the bouquet on the small desk in front of the mirror and takes his leave, blowing a kiss at Youngjae just before he disappears behind the door.
“Soooo, who was that hot guy?” Jimin raises her eyebrows pointedly.
“I don’t know,” Youngjae mumbles, pointedly turning back to the mirror and going back to his skincare. In his reflection, his cheeks glow pink through the remnants of the heavy stage makeup.
“Youngjae, can you tell me how you’re feeling?”
“Um, okay, I guess,” Youngjae croaks, trying not to blink as the doctor shines a small flashlight directly into his eyes, humming to herself all the while.
“Hmmm, are you in any pain at all?”
“Yeah, a bit.”
“Where are you in pain? And how bad is it on a scale from one to ten?”
“My chest hurts, uh, like a five. So does my arm, a six. My head, that really hurts, that’s at least an eight,” Youngjae moans.
“I see.” The doctor sits back, finished with her examinations. “That’s about what we expected. I’ll look about prescribing you some pain medication, but it probably won’t completely erase the pain. It’s promising that you woke up so soon and seem to have all your faculties, but we need to be cautious since you injured your head in the accident. Is that alright?”
“Yes, thank you,” Youngjae mumbles, leaning into his pillows and giving his eyes a rest from the stark white background of the room.
“Before you go back to sleep, would you like to see some visitors for a few minutes? One young man in particular has hardly left your side since you came out of surgery,” the doctors says with a kind smile.
“Right,” Youngjae blinks. “That must be Jaebum. Jaebum…”
Youngjae sits up in bed, some energy returning to him at the thought of seeing Jaebum again. He’s probably been beating himself up this entire time, even though neither of them could have predicted that taking the bus instead of waiting for Jaebum to pick him up would land Youngjae in the hospital. Hopefully, Youngjae can bring some peace to his mind.
“He’s still quite tired, so don’t stay longer than a few minutes,” the doctor says as she opens the door.
“Right, yes, thank you.”
Youngjae frowns as the man steps inside the room. The voice is just about the same, but the face…It’s like he took one of Jaebum’s pictures and showed it to a plastic surgeon as his ideal: he’s clearly trying to look like Jaebum, but an imitation can never be the original. It’s just plain creepy, Youngjae can’t even look at him for more than a few seconds.
“Youngjae, I’m so relieved that you’re alright. How are you feeling?”
Youngjae chews on the inside of his bottom lip, staring blankly at the man. Part of him wants to scream at the creep, another part of him wants to hide under his bedsheets, yet another part of him wants to ask the man what he did with Jaebum.
“Are you in a lot of pain? The room is probably a bit bright for you after you hit your head, right?” The man steps over to the windows and closes the blinds.
Admittedly, that does somewhat relieve Youngjae’s headache, but the man’s presence is still unsettling.
“I’m so sorry that this happened to you, Youngjae.”
The man invites himself to perch on the edge of Youngjae’s bed. Youngjae stiffens.
“What’s wrong?” the man frowns, trying to recreate the way Jaebum’s eyebrows pinch together when he’s confused.
“Please leave,” Youngjae says at last.
“I…Are you upset with me for not being there to pick you up?” The man puts on a devastated expression.
Youngjae finally releases his lip from his teeth to respond. “What have you done with Jaebum?”
“…What?”
“Nothing could keep away from seeing me in hospital, you must have had him abducted to pull off your strange, sick scheme. Where is he?”
“Youngjae…” the man says faintly, lifting his hand.
Youngjae slaps it away-nearly falling off the side of bed in recoil-before it can land on his shoulder.
“Please, call security,” Youngjae turns to the doctor who is still hovering by the door.
“Youngjae, you remember Jaebum?” she asks cautiously as she approaches Youngjae, a weird gleam in her eye as she glances between him and the man.
“Of course, he’s my husband.”
“Yes, he is,” the doctor nods. “Now, tell me, who is this?” She gestures to the, whose expression is becoming more and more grotesque the further he tries to mimic Jaebum.
“I don’t know,” Youngjae looks away from the man.
Pairing: JB/Youngjae
Rating: PG
Length: 1.3k
Summary: Youngjae meets, loves and loses Jaebum.
“Psst! Oi, Youngjae, do you know the guy in the grey sweater vest?”
At Bambam’s shouted whisper, Youngjae looks up from the counter he’s wiping. “Who?” he tilts his head.
“Corner booth in the back,” Bambam whispers, gesturing with his eyebrows in a ridiculous-looking manner.
Youngjae steps from the back of the counter onto the floor of the coffee shop, heading over to the back to wipe one of the tables and do reconnaissance. After a quick glance, he’s quite certain that he’s never met the man sitting by himself in the far corner-he would definitely remember crossing paths with someone so strikingly handsome. He’s dressed quite conservatively, like a young professor or a librarian, but his black slacks and sleeveless jumper cling to his body in very flattering ways, and his plain black framed glasses highlight his piercing brown eyes. Those eyes shift ever so slightly and Youngjae finds himself trapped.
The handsome stranger stares back impassively, lifting his cup to his lips. He takes a long pull on his coffee, not blinking the entire time. Water drips onto Youngjae’s shoes as he clutches at the wet flannel in his hand, desperately trying to jumpstart his brain.
“Youngjae, I need you at the counter,” Bambam calls out.
Youngjae jumps. “O-okay, I’m coming,” he stutters, blinking rapidly as feeling returns to his body.
He turns to retreat back to the front of the shop and runs right into one of the tables. He hisses as his shin knocks against the table’s metal leg. Youngjae can practically feel the handsome stranger burning twin holes into the back of his neck. He dares not turn around to check if he’s right.
“So?” Bambam asks the second Youngjae gets behind the counter.
“So what?”
Bambam briefly rolls his eyes. “The guy, who is he?”
“I don’t know,” Youngjae shrugs, turning his back to Bambam and attending to his register. But I’d like to, he thinks.
“Knock knock, may I come in?”
Youngjae looks away from the mirror and puts down his makeup brush cleaner at the sound of Jaebum’s voice. “Yes, sure.”
“Congratulations on your opening night,” Jaebum sings as he steps through the door, his face and body mostly obscured by a large bouquet. “I can already see the sterling reviews you’ll get,” he winks, peeking out from behind the bouquet.
Youngjae cheeks get warm. “It’s just a two day production put on by a community drama club,” he says sheepishly.
“So? It’s still a performance in front of an audience, and you were amazing,” Jaebum says firmly, leaning down to capture Youngjae’s lips in a soft kiss.
Youngjae’s eyes flutter closed. His nose is tickled by the sweet scent of the flowers and the strong musk of Jaebum’s cologne mixing and wafting around the small dressing room. The combination of scents is quite overwhelming, making Youngjae a bit lightheaded-not helped by Jaebum slowly kissing his breath away. Youngjae’s has to wonder if it’s possible to suffocate like this, but if so, then it’s not exactly a terrible way to die.
“Hey, Youngjae, are you finished chang-Oh! Excuse me.”
Jaebum pulls away and Youngjae can breathe again.
“Am I interrupting something?” Jimin asks coyly, her right hand posed on her chest.
Jaebum chuckles lightly. “I’ve got a lecture to get to, you go on with your friends. See you later, Youngjae.”
Jaebum rests the bouquet on the small desk in front of the mirror and takes his leave, blowing a kiss at Youngjae just before he disappears behind the door.
“Soooo, who was that hot guy?” Jimin raises her eyebrows pointedly.
“I don’t know,” Youngjae mumbles, pointedly turning back to the mirror and going back to his skincare. In his reflection, his cheeks glow pink through the remnants of the heavy stage makeup.
“Youngjae, can you tell me how you’re feeling?”
“Um, okay, I guess,” Youngjae croaks, trying not to blink as the doctor shines a small flashlight directly into his eyes, humming to herself all the while.
“Hmmm, are you in any pain at all?”
“Yeah, a bit.”
“Where are you in pain? And how bad is it on a scale from one to ten?”
“My chest hurts, uh, like a five. So does my arm, a six. My head, that really hurts, that’s at least an eight,” Youngjae moans.
“I see.” The doctor sits back, finished with her examinations. “That’s about what we expected. I’ll look about prescribing you some pain medication, but it probably won’t completely erase the pain. It’s promising that you woke up so soon and seem to have all your faculties, but we need to be cautious since you injured your head in the accident. Is that alright?”
“Yes, thank you,” Youngjae mumbles, leaning into his pillows and giving his eyes a rest from the stark white background of the room.
“Before you go back to sleep, would you like to see some visitors for a few minutes? One young man in particular has hardly left your side since you came out of surgery,” the doctors says with a kind smile.
“Right,” Youngjae blinks. “That must be Jaebum. Jaebum…”
Youngjae sits up in bed, some energy returning to him at the thought of seeing Jaebum again. He’s probably been beating himself up this entire time, even though neither of them could have predicted that taking the bus instead of waiting for Jaebum to pick him up would land Youngjae in the hospital. Hopefully, Youngjae can bring some peace to his mind.
“He’s still quite tired, so don’t stay longer than a few minutes,” the doctor says as she opens the door.
“Right, yes, thank you.”
Youngjae frowns as the man steps inside the room. The voice is just about the same, but the face…It’s like he took one of Jaebum’s pictures and showed it to a plastic surgeon as his ideal: he’s clearly trying to look like Jaebum, but an imitation can never be the original. It’s just plain creepy, Youngjae can’t even look at him for more than a few seconds.
“Youngjae, I’m so relieved that you’re alright. How are you feeling?”
Youngjae chews on the inside of his bottom lip, staring blankly at the man. Part of him wants to scream at the creep, another part of him wants to hide under his bedsheets, yet another part of him wants to ask the man what he did with Jaebum.
“Are you in a lot of pain? The room is probably a bit bright for you after you hit your head, right?” The man steps over to the windows and closes the blinds.
Admittedly, that does somewhat relieve Youngjae’s headache, but the man’s presence is still unsettling.
“I’m so sorry that this happened to you, Youngjae.”
The man invites himself to perch on the edge of Youngjae’s bed. Youngjae stiffens.
“What’s wrong?” the man frowns, trying to recreate the way Jaebum’s eyebrows pinch together when he’s confused.
“Please leave,” Youngjae says at last.
“I…Are you upset with me for not being there to pick you up?” The man puts on a devastated expression.
Youngjae finally releases his lip from his teeth to respond. “What have you done with Jaebum?”
“…What?”
“Nothing could keep away from seeing me in hospital, you must have had him abducted to pull off your strange, sick scheme. Where is he?”
“Youngjae…” the man says faintly, lifting his hand.
Youngjae slaps it away-nearly falling off the side of bed in recoil-before it can land on his shoulder.
“Please, call security,” Youngjae turns to the doctor who is still hovering by the door.
“Youngjae, you remember Jaebum?” she asks cautiously as she approaches Youngjae, a weird gleam in her eye as she glances between him and the man.
“Of course, he’s my husband.”
“Yes, he is,” the doctor nods. “Now, tell me, who is this?” She gestures to the, whose expression is becoming more and more grotesque the further he tries to mimic Jaebum.
“I don’t know,” Youngjae looks away from the man.