- GOT7 (1)
“It’s Jaebum-hyung,” he snarls, digging his nails into the other’s arm. He breaths in harshly and Jackson can hear the violent inhale right above his ear. “Say it.”
“Good boy,” Jaebum whispers. “Now tell me what you’re gonna do to make it up to me.”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” he gasps.
“Tell me,” he says. “Tell me what you’re gonna do for me?”
“I’ll shut up in interviews,” Jackson offers. “I’ll, I’ll do all the chores in the house and—” His words are lost when Jaebum’s hand creeps under his shirt, resting on his lower stomach. Jaebum’s tracing the lightly defined muscles on Jackson’s abdomen; the other acts as if his touch is electric. His stomach goes hot and his brain feels fuzzy. It’s so suffocating in their living room and Jaebum can barely breathe.
“Do you really think I want any of that?”
(Alternatively: Jackson goes too far in an interview and Jaebum's done.)