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it starts, or at least he's made aware of it when they're backstage after a music show, cooling down and celebrating their win. everybody has dispersed—some members relax on their own, some talk among themselves, some talk to the staff.
jake's wind down of choice is watching a series of dog clips online. he watches a husky puppy tumble down the stairs and a dog tumbling down a mountain. he giggles throughout the whole ordeal.
"jay hyung!" jungwon calls, bounding over to jay and peeling him away from sunghoon.
jay laughs and excuses himself from sunghoon who only rolls his eyes in defeat, "what is it?"
"do you know where to buy this?" jungwon asks, showing a picture of a navy blue hoodie to jay. jake laughs at a video of a dog farting and a cat puking.
jay takes one glance at the hoodie and says, "yeah, consider it done."
"no, wait, i'm still paying for it, okay?"
"no, jungwon, i can—"
jake tunes them out and clicks on another video. this time it's a cat meowing irritatedly into a mic.
on the other side of the dressing room, there's sunoo, sunghoon, and riki. "no, hyung, if you bend over and look at the world upside down, you can see ghosts!" sunoo says, and then slaps riki on the ass, "riki. demonstrate."
riki grumbles but spreads his legs apart, bending all the way down until he sees the world right side up.
"you have to let all the blood rush to the top of your head," sunoo persuades when riki asks if he can get up already, "stay down, riki."
sunoo scrambles to grab his phone, stepping back to get the best angle possible, and sunghoon has to cover his mouth in order not to laugh.
then sunoo takes a picture, and at the loud click, riki whips his long body back up in betrayal.
sunoo laughs and sunghoon laughs with him, reviewing the picture, and they ignore riki's complaints.
"you guys suck! i'm leaving. and getting back at you guys at the dorm, just you wait." riki huffs, stomping over to his area to retrieve his nintendo switch—a new one that jay bought in, for whatever reason, firetruck red, and one that, for some reason lost to him, riki loves dearly.
as jake is in the middle of watching corgi videos, he hears riki approach heeseung in an effort to get him to play the switch with him. even after rejection, riki squabbles with heeseung for a bit longer. jake smiles, amused, before continuing to scroll.
then his phone is plucked out of his hands, and he's met with riki's smiling face. "heeseung told me to stay with mom," riki's boyish little grin turns into a pout, wiggling his device in jake's face.
he splutters. "mom?" jake laughs unsurely, looking from riki in confusion to heeseung in question.
heeseung's eyes lifts his eyes up, tilting his head to the side slightly. jake can't pinpoint what exactly his expression means. "yeah. you're mom."
jake gapes. "what?"
heeseung only stares at him, unanswering. sunoo and jay now gang up on sunghoon as jungwon watches excitedly, and somehow, jake wants to get up and join them just to avoid heeseung's gaze.
thankfully, riki intercepts.
"jakeee hyunnggg. i wanna play! please?" riki whines, dumping himself on the seat beside jake's to let his body stretch across jake's thighs. "mom, please."
"don't call me mom." jake chastises, chuckling, before reaching over to take riki's switch so he can turn it on.
he doesn't have to look up to know heeseung is still staring at him.
jake had thought it was odd, sure, but he had also thought it was one of those one-off instances that were never to be repeated. until it happens again, of course—this time, at the dorms.
jake wouldn't call himself the best at cooking, but unlike riki, who nearly started a fire, and sunoo, who is as accident-prone as they come, he's definitely passable.
he sighs and rubs his eyes, movements still sluggish from sleep. they've got vocal training later, two meetings, and practice all in one day. jake already knows he's going to sleep like the dead tonight.
then there are two long arms snaking around his waist, a warm body pressing against his back, and a chin on his shoulder. jake yelps, "fuck!" he flails around in panic, sleep washed out completely, but the person behind him only laughs.
his raspy morning voice sending chills down jake's spine and jake realizes that voice belongs to heeseung. "hyung," jake breathes out a laugh, and heeseung presses a bit closer.
"morning," he says, and although jake is no stranger to physical affection from heeseung, he's never been this close before.
jake takes in a deep breath and sighs, "morning." he finishes whisking the egg yolks and milk together, adding drops of vanilla extract for flavor.
"you're up early." heeseung notes.
"couldn't sleep. besides, practice starts early today. i thought it'd be nice for us to eat a little something before we get to the company." jake replies, sifting flour and baking soda into the batter. the sandwiches they got from the convenience store next to HYBE were poorly made, and jake would like to eat something that doesn't taste like cement in his mouth.
he's so focused on the precision of his movements that he's extremely caught off-guard when something else presses against his backside—jake freezes, eyes going wide, every muscle in his body practically calcified.
heeseung must not notice himself because there's simply no way he'd let his goddamn boner come into contact with his bandmate's body, much less his ass.
jake gulps, and heeseung sighs, releasing a quiet moan that slips itself into jake's ear. "what're you planning to cook?"
his arms are frozen mid-air, hand raised. his mind cuts off and blanks completely. what the fuck.
a shiver wracks his body and he hopes to god heeseung didn't feel it.
keep it cool, jake, he tells himself. he probably doesn't even know he's hard right now. don't make it obvious. you don't want to embarrass him, do you?
"jake?" heeseung inquires, hugging his waist tighter, a smile in his voice that lets jake know he's being teased.
he snaps out of it. the grip he has on the little spatula tightens and he just only realizes how stupid he must've looked, as still as a deer in headlights, but he scrambles to answer, "um. just—trying something new. souffle pancakes."
"ah. i see." heeseung says, and jake realizes he's finished with the first part of the batter. all he needs to do now is to beat egg whites and sugar together, add it to the first bowl, then cook.
jake looks around. damn it. he thought he had prepared two bowls, but he only brought out one. jake grasps heeseung's arms in an attempt to get free, pushing them off him so he can reach up and get another bowl.
heeseung grunts and holds him close, not letting him move.
"i have to get a bowl," jake says, laughing as a last resort to dissolve the tension building between them, but heeseung only holds him tighter.
"don't move." heeseung says, and it's so slight that jake barely catches it, but his voice adopted the tone of authority that he only ever uses during dance practice. jake finds himself complying anyway, like a dog following its owner.
heeseung hums and retrieves a bowl from the cupboard, not needing to tiptoe the way jake has to, placing it in front of jake. "here you go." he says.
jake attempts to lodge words out of his throat, but he only comes up with a hasty "thanks."
he transfers the egg whites to the bowl and a quarter cup of sugar, whisking them as quickly as he can, because heeseung's godforsaken boner was still rubbing up against his ass.
sunlight is only just beginning to filter in. soon the egg whites fluff up and he turns the stove on. reaching over, he grabs the bowl from earlier. he folds the second batter into the first with a spatula, trying to maximize aeration.
in the hazy quiet of the morning, jake doesn't know if he feels warm from heeseung so close to him, or from the heat emanated from the stove.
it's weirdly domestic. here he is, cooking, with heeseung pressed against his back, only the two of the them in the kitchen, and jake doesn't want to think it, he really doesn't, but he can't help it.
it reminds him of many things. for one, his own parents in this position, with his mother attempting to cook thanksgiving dinner and his father draping himself over her incessantly. it reminds him of morning-after scenes when barely-clothed couples cook breakfast together (and when he says cook, he means someone cooking and the other latching onto them.)
heeseung unwinds one hand and reaches over to dip his fingers into the batter, and jake witnesses, with bated breath, heeseung taking it into his mouth and tasting it.
he hums, popping them out of his mouth. "good. could use a little more sugar, don't you think?"
jake perks up and instantly searches for the sugar, "oh, really? okay, let me—"
heeseung's lips brush against his neck and his hot breath tickles jake's neck, a million tingly waves spreading from the site. heeseung dips his fingers into the batter quickly and presents them to jake. "try it."
"okay," jake says quietly, hand reaching up to hold onto heeseung's wrist, but heeseung moves his hand away once he nears. "let me do it." he says, and jake wants to cry.
"open your mouth." heeseung says, and jake follows on command, and soon heeseung is pressing his fingers inside jake's mouth.
"well, close it," heeseung laughs quietly, "how are you going to taste it like that?"
jake lets his jaw close slowly, and first, he tastes the salt of heeseung's skin, and then the batter. it was sweet enough for him. he blushes—heeseung's fingers were in his mouth, all the way to the second knuckles.
"good?" heeseung hums, and jake nods his head. god, they must look crazy like this, and the whole situation is so absurd that jake feels like he must still be asleep.
the embarrassment gets to him. he attempts to pull off but heeseung tsks, letting his fingers follow. "clean it first."
so jake tries.
he lets his tongue press against his fingers and allows for his lips to fully close around heeseung's digits, and soon they're coated in saliva.
heeseung presses closer, closer, closer, too close yet not close enough.
jake's lashes flutter shut and although he hears heeseung take a sharp breath, he doesn't think much of it—after all, it's not like he can.
he's only snapped out of it when he hears jungwon and riki chattering in the distance. heeseung slips his fingers out in one go, and at this point, the stove has long overheated and the batter has sunken slightly.
then heeseung unwinds his arms—jake berates himself for missing the warmth—and takes a step back.
"oh," heeseung says softly, "looks like the kids are up."
kids. kids. kids. heeseung sounded like a dad, which he supposes he was, because everybody said it, and if heeseung was a dad, then that made jake the mom, and somehow, the thought doesn't disturb him as much as he thought it would, but—
jake starts scooping the batter into the pan to distract himself.
"i'm going to get to the shower before they hoard it, okay?" heeseung asks, and jake nods, avoiding heeseung's eyes.
leave leave leave leave leave jake thinks. he can't suffer this much embarrassment so early in the morning.
heeseung makes a clicking noise with his tongue, and jake's face is being turned in heeseung's direction by a large hand. jake gulps. heeseung smiles, charmed by jake's innocence, and uses a thumb to swipe some batter off the corner of jake's mouth.
he sucks his thumb, eyes on jake's, and stupidly, in a poor judgment call, jake's eyes trail down to heeseung's crotch. and, yup, jake can now confirm his hyung definitely has a big dick. he can also confirm that he is suffering from severe heart palpitations.
jake glances back up and simply wants to kill himself. he's not sure why he thought it'd be a good idea to glance down (and, even more embarrassingly, he knows he didn't just glance. a more appropriate word would be ogle) at the crotch of the person he's currently talking to, but jake sim had lapses in his intelligence sometimes.
"you're so messy for a mom," heeseung says, and there it is, the mortification settling in, and then the shameful arousal following it.
mom. mom. mom. why was he mom? why did heeseung keep insisting he would be called mom? jake wasn't a mom—he was a boy. a male. if anything, he'd be dad, not mom.
jake opens his mouth to speak, but sunoo slips into the room and immediately demands that they add mint chocolate bars to their grocery list. heeseung breaks away with a smile and announces he'll be using the shower.
the next instance happens a little something like this:
sunoo and jungwon walk into the living room, both giggling over something on jungwon's phone, pointing and joking among themselves.
just by the sound of their laughter, jake feels his mood lift up a little. he dog-ears his current read, a michio kako physics book, before asking, "what're you laughing about?"
sunoo glances up from the phone screen, smiling, "riki's family placement. he says jay hyung is the dog."
"oh, he's going to be so mad," jungwon laughs, delighted.
that piques jake's curiosity. "what am i?" he asks, tilting his head and smiling so as not to be a problem.
sunoo and jungwon exchange looks, before sunoo says, "you're the mom."
jake blinks. riki called him 'mom' from time to time, as a way to tease, just to see jake's reaction. but he still hadn't expected that. maybe an older brother, maybe the cool uncle, but the mom? "i am?" he asks, befuddlement coloring his question.
and jungwon scrunches his face up in his signature are you dumb? look, judgment on full blast when he replies, "yeah? obviously?"
"what do you mean 'obviously'?" jake asks, but he gets no answer as heeseung mutters a little hello once he enters the living room.
"oh, dad's here!" jungwon cheers, and jake feels his heart drop. of course heeseung is the dad in riki's eyes, and jesus christ, it doesn't help the predicament that's been haunting him for days now. jake was their mom, heeseung was their dad. heeseung was their dad, jake was their mom.
sunoo immediately runs to heeseung to tug him inside, "hyung, explain why jake hyung is the mom of our group."
heeseung laughs, throwing his head back in good humor. "isn't it a little self-explanatory?" he asks, sauntering to the couch. as he nears, jake has the growing urge to grab a broom and swat at heeseung, or to keep it in between them for distance. these days, he couldn't breathe right around heeseung.
"nope," jungwon chirps, "i mean, it is for us, but not for him."
and yet, heeseung plops himself beside jake, letting a long arm stretch on top of jake's backrest. heeseung sighs, thinking for a second, before saying, "well, he's very goodnatured and gentle. he hardly gets mad at us, no?"
"right!" sunoo agrees, "hyung is a sweetheart," he smiles, and both sunoo and jungwon are looking at jake expectantly.
jungwon giggles. "yup. best mom we could ever ask for—you help riki stay playful, too, so that's that."
"but dad keeps him in line," sunoo jokes.
"well, someone's gotta do the disciplining in this family," heeseung scoffs, then there's a hand grasping his shoulder and rubbing it tenderly. jake thinks he might just have a stroke when heeseung asks, "right, wifey?"
sunoo and jungwon burst out into laughter. the older boy claps as jungwon chortles, and jake finds himself smiling along with them, but not quite laughing. it's not very funny to him—after all, how could he laugh when his stomach is tying itself into knots and his head is getting dizzier by the second?
jungwon then breaks his laughter to whisper something to sunoo, showing something on his phone—a shopping website—to ask for sunoo's advice. they soon close themselves off into their own little world.
jake gulps, not sure where to go from here.
he jolts when he feels a hand play with the hair on the back of his neck, goosebumps running down his neck and spreading to his arms.
heeseung turns his head to face him, and jake quickly takes a moment to appreciate how attractive he looks like this: legs spread carelessly, a lazy smirk on his face, sprawled out like he owned the place.
he tilts his head and narrows his eyes minutely, inspecting and studying, and jake gulps.
sunoo and jungwon are turning louder, and yet, jake hears heeseung's question loud and clear.
"do you like being my wife, jake?" heeseung asks lowly, low enough for only the two of them to hear, and there's a little smile on his face that could pass as regular teasing.
jake laughs, loud and boisterous, pushing heeseung away because he's too fucking close, but when he feels his face heat up and his pants get tighter, he knows he's fucked.
"this is my bed!" riki shouts, dropping his bags to the floor and, quite literally, body slams himself onto the bed. "this is my bed. i claim it."
heeseung walks to the other bed, setting his things down, "careful, riki, you might break it," he scolds lightly, and riki immediately fixes himself into a sitting position.
one grocery run and a two-hour transit after, they've finally reached the fishing site. the view is simply breathtaking, and the lodging isn't too bad, either.
"what? why do you get to sleep alone?" jake asks, and riki sticks a tongue out at him. damn brat.
"i say we let him sleep alone. he's a growing boy, and it's only sometimes he can sleep by himself." heeseung says, and he reaches out to tug jake to his bed. jake follows limply, still mourning the possibility of him having the bed to himself. heeseung smiles and lets jake sit on the bed, "besides, you're small enough to fit in with me."
jake heats up at that. heeseung's words, to him, were always duplicitous in their meaning. he blames himself for overanalyzing.
he stands up and busies himself with putting the groceries away into the cooler—groceries which heeseung had paid for, by the way. (jake had been in line, ready to pay, until heeseung stepped in front of jake and handed the cashier his card. as much as he didn't want to admit it, the butterflies in his stomach flew absolutely rampant.)
heeseung sighs from his spot on the bed and murmurs something about the weather. "riki, get up and prepare the fishing equipment."
"why? it's still early. i thought we were going to fish in the afternoon." riki whines, turning over in his bed, eyes stuck on his phone screen. jake will bet anything he's browsing through shinee memes.
heeseung narrows his eyes at riki's insubordination. "jake, tell him."
"riki," jake calls lightly, and stubbornly, riki looks over his shoulder to peek at him. jake smiles. "please."
riki lets out a groan that sounds like it emerged from the depths of hell and, very dramatically, drags himself off the bed. "fiiiiine." he says, throwing his phone onto the bed and grabbing the stuff off the ground.
he zips the tent down in a way that screams i hate that you're making me do this and other similar phrases that teenage repugnance tends to conjures up. he stomps outside, heaving the fishing rods and the bait containers along. heeseung frowns. "we need to teach him how to be more obedient," he mutters disapprovingly, clicking his phone off.
over the past few days, jake has more or less understood why they call him and heeseung the parents of the group. it's only been a few hours into the fishing trip, but jake is already seeing bouts of evidence he failed to see all this time.
there's riki, wild and tumultuous, then there's heeseung, dignified and stern, and then jake, who is lenient and pacifistic. they fit into the standard roles of a happy little family too much for jake's comfort.
jake glances outside and observes as riki has seemingly forgone his bad mood, instead leaning dangerously over the rail to see as much of the view as possible. jake smiles, "he's alright."
"you coddle him too much," heeseung says. he watches jake place the ssam next to the meat and organize the little cooler for easier access.
jake looks up at heeseung. "he's a kid, isn't he?" he's about to say we've all been there when he realizes it's heeseung he's talking to. heeseung, who is conscientious and dutiful, who is the first to enforce and obey rules.
riki sticks his head in to announce, rather spitefully, "i'm done, by the way," he says, "does child labor amuse you, heeseung hyung?
heeseung rolls his eyes and gets off the bed, walking to jake and extending a hand to him. jake takes it and stands up as well. "you're lucky we love you, riki."
they fish for about two hours with disappointing results (they catch fish that are hardly bigger than jake's hand) even when jake switches the bait. eventually riki starts speaking in furious japanese when half an hour is spent without any tugging. jake dumps the rest of the bait into the lake as free food for fish, and heeseung sets up the grill outside.
jake and riki chatter for a bit, sitting outside and admiring the view. they talk about upcoming promotions and their plans for the rest of their break, but once the smell of cooking meat hits the air, riki is up on his feet and hovering over heeseung's shoulder.
"that smells good, hyung!" riki cheers, mouth watering and eyes turning into hearts as he watches the pork brown. "but shouldn't jake hyung do the grilling?"
jake's pulled out of his scenery-induced trance in surprise. "what?" he laughs, looking over at riki. "why?"
riki shrugs, motioning to the grill. "moms usually cook better than dads do." he says, then he eagerly begins to bounce on the balls of his feet when he realizes the meat is nearly done cooking.
and instead of refuting riki, correcting him, or scolding him, heeseung only hums. "it's no problem. i like to help."
jake bites the inside of his cheek, heating up. he now knows riki officially thinks of him as a mom, but for him to constantly assert it, and for heeseung to reinforce it?
he didn't know what to think, only that he had very, very mixed feelings about it. it was a molotov cocktail of conflicting emotions that he didn't have time to comprehend.
after three minutes of riki circling the grill impatiently like a starving wolf, riki hollers, "woohoo! finally!"
"riki—riki no!" jake launches himself at riki when he tries to grab the meat with his bare hands out of pure excitement. he grabs onto riki's wrist, "you'll hurt yourself!"
"you should've let him," heeseung jokes, winking at riki, "he would have learned his lesson, at least."
"you're mean, hyung," riki says, and heeseung laughs as he hands riki a pair of tongs and an accompanying plate. "here."
by eight o'clock, riki has eaten six strips of beef, heeseung five, and jake four. they spent an awful lot of time arguing over the last piece of meat—
"no, hyung, seriously. riki can have it."
"see, hyung? give it to me!"
"that's not fair, riki-yah, jake has eaten so little tonight,"
"i'm really okay!"
"he's really okay! give it here!"
—and making jokes about company staff, but at the end of it, their stomachs were filled and the stress has more or less seeped out of their bodies.
"i'm done!" riki says, walking out of the bathroom. jake and heeseung are in bed, both freshly showered as well, upper bodies leaning against the headrest.
"did you brush your teeth?" jake asks, tilting his head and shifting his attention away from the book in his hand.
riki gives a guilty little smile. "no, i wanna eat some chips first, so—"
"brush your teeth, riki." heeseung says, not even glancing at the boy as he responds to sunghoon's texts asking how they are. "the company said no chips, too."
"but.. but.." when he decides he has nothing to say, he looks to jake, beseeching. and jake thought he had pretty good puppy eyes.
"maybe you can eat chips tomorrow?" jake offers, a sweet smile on his face that riki can't stay mad at, so the boy groans and walks back in to brush his teeth.
jake already knows what heeseung's going to say when he hums, teasing. "told you." heeseung says lightly.
"what?"
"you coddle him." heeseung sings, and once again, jake feels warm—him and heeseung seemed to fall into the natural rhythm of a married couple a little too well.
jake only shakes his head and returns to his book, too scared to speak lest he says something stupid.
riki comes out and rummages around in his bag, pulling out his trusty, downright appalling switch. he grabs a huge pair of headphones while he's at it.
"i'm going to go out and play the new pokemon game!" riki says.
heeseung snorts. "we're here on a fishing trip to connect with nature, and you're going to play your nintendo switch?"
riki looks at heeseung like he's an idiot. "duh."
heeseung purses his lips. "fair enough."
then he's unzipping the tent with much zeal, but before he can step out, jake is already out of the bed and pulling riki back by his hood. the overgrown child whines. "what?"
"you'll get cold!" jake says, tugging on riki's thin hoodie. he looks around and grabs a bubble jacket, "here."
riki looks at the jacket with much disgust, pursing his lips and looking at jake. "i'll be fine, hyung, the cold is nothing to me."
"riki." jake says, pushing the jacket into his hands, "wear it."
riki whines and looks at heeseung, who only shrugs. "listen to him."
"fine," riki hisses, and jake, with nothing but delight in his smile, is more than happy to put the jacket on riki.
"can i go now? c'mon, hyung, i have two shirts under my hoodie already. i'm huge."
"nope." jake chirps. he grabs his cashmere scarf and tiptoes slightly to tie it around riki's neck snugly, then he smiles and pinches his cheeks. "cozy?"
"too cozy for pokemon." riki grumbles. "now can i go?"
"hold on, will you?" jake sorts through his mini vanity kit and brings out two hand warmers, "okay, here. in case you get cold."
"can i go now? like, for real?" riki deadpans. he looks like a balloon that's been inflated to maximum capacity with how puffed up he is. jake thinks he's adorable swaddled like a little baby.
jake smiles, reaching up to pat riki's head. "yes you can."
riki huffs and grumbles, dragging his feet outside. jake zips up the tent after him, turning on his heel to go and return to his spot, but heeseung stops him.
"close the curtains." heeseung says, eyes trained on his phone. jake feels his heart drop down to his stomach, then rise back up to beat against his ribcage like it's trying to break it in two.
jake gulps. "why?"
heeseung glances up lazily, and the smirk that comes with his look is lazy, too, "for privacy, of course. can't have him looking in, can we?"
jake wills away his thoughts. yes, all thoughts. his brain is now devoid of any synaptic transfer and is empty as a barren field. anything to stop him from thinking of heeseung in that light.
he turns around and follows what heeseung said. he waves at riki before he closes them completely, but riki is too focused on his game to even look up at him.
when he shuts them, the air in the room is much more still. external sounds have been minimized, and jake can hear heeseung's breathing from here.
he's conflicted—he wants to avoid being awkward, and conveniently, there's a vacant bed right there. but jake already sat with heeseung, and if he takes riki's bed, it would be too obvious he was avoiding him, but at the same time, jake might combust into flames if he sits with heeseung again, and—
heeseung flips the blanket where jake's spot is, presenting the mattress, looking up at jake. his gaze is anticipatory and reads like a question, and yet, jake feels like he's being commanded.
so he follows. his brain yells no! as he walks closer to heeseung, and his soul absolutely desiccates when he slips back in place.
what now, genius?
jake wipes his clammy hands on his thighs and retrieves his book from earlier, opening to a random page. every little shift they make rustles the sheets and disturbs the silence of the room.
"you make a good mom." heeseung says, too loud in the too quiet room.
"why can't i be a dad?" jake asks nervously, punctuating it with laughter that he instantly regrets for the fear of being readable, "we can both be dads." he suggests.
"hm. no, you're mom. i'm dad." heeseung dismisses easily. jake's stomach feels squirmy.
shut up. just shut up and accept it, jake, if you don't ask then he won't tell. but jake is only human, and humans are rather stupid. "why am i mom?"
"didn't i already tell you why?"
jake gulps. "yeah, but.."
well," heeseung sighs, turning his phone off to look at jake, and good god please don't do that, i can't handle it when you look at me like that, jesus please end my life right now before he continues, "you're sweet and gentle."
"you can cook. you care for all of us and you're understanding, too. haven't you heard us say you're a source of comfort?" heeseung says. eyes are the windows into the soul, and for however long jake stares into heeseung's eyes, he can't seem to understand its luster.
"yup. yup. yes. okay, got it." jake mutters, playing with the spine of his book nervously, and heeseung continues, "you're obedient. you listen to me well."
that draws out a surprised laugh out from jake. "are mothers supposed to listen to fathers?"
heeseung looks at jake, and his gaze is so charged jake wants to take it back and even apologize for even uttering that. "are they not?"
jake keeps quiet, ashamed.
heeseung hums and reaches over for jake's hand. he takes it into his and lets it lay on top of his palm, aligning their fingers to show how much bigger and thicker heeseung's own hands are.
"you're smaller than me, too." heeseung remarks, and jake is made aware of how heeseung towers over him even as they're both in the same position, how heeseung has to look down to speak to him.
heeseung shuffles out of place to sit on his knees in front of jake, hands flat on the mattress beside each of jake's hips.
"and most importantly," heeseung says, and he smiles sardonically when one of his hands lifts up and trails closer to jake's crotch.
something tells him to move, to avoid the touch or to push heeseung away under the pretense of wanting to sleep, but he remains cemented in place by heeseung's eyes, always governing, never once forgetting to direct.
"you like it." heeseung says.
the heel of his palm grinds against his cock (jake didn't even realize he was hard), and heeseung smiles, "you're smaller than me here too i bet."
jake blushes and averts his eyes, but soon enough, his lips are captured in a heated kiss.
heeseung's tongue slithers in like a warm snake, wet and hot. the taller boy presses closer to jake and his thighs are on either side of heeseung's waist. he towers over jake, kissing him fiercely, his boner pressing into jake's ass.
jake moans when heeseung holds him by the back of his neck, hips rolling against his desperately.
"wait," jake pushes heeseung away by his chest, throwing a nervous glance at the space beyond the curtains, "riki might catch us."
"no he won't. have you seen him?" heeseung asks, his hands roaming down to jake's waist and making his skin tingle even as the touch is obstructed by his sweater. his eyes catch on jake's lips distractedly before he continues, "he focuses on his games the way he does when he's dancing. we'll be fine."
heeseung lets his hands trail lower and lower until they reach the hem of his top, and heeseung smiles innocently as his hands dip under it and finally come into contact with his skin.
jake moans, shivering. heeseung's hands are large and rough, fingers long and thick, easily spanning the circumference of his waist.
he slides his hands up, and with every inch his hands traverse, jake feels himself losing his mind a little bit more. "fuck," he pants out, biting his lip. heeseung laughs.
and then his hands come up to his chest. jake waits, and heeseung watches. "want me to touch you?"
"yes," jake replies instantly, and heeseung stares into his eyes as his thumbs brush past hardened nubs.
it sends electric shocks all around jake's body, mouth immediately falling open, cock throbbing and straining against his shorts.
heeseung lets his thumbs roll jake's nipples, eight other fingers splayed out on his back, and he watches as jake struggles to keep quiet. in this position, jake feels like a pliant little toy for heeseung to play with.
"heeseung!" jake moans, biting his lip and arching his back. he pants rapidly, whining all the while, "ah! good, 's good,"
"how bad do you want me, jake?" heeseung asks. his voice is low and sonorous and jake feels dizzy. heeseung rubs and stimulates them constantly, turning sore, near painful under his hold. "answer."
"a lot. i-i—" jake's breath hitches and heeseung hums, smirking as he watches jake struggle to reply, "i want you really bad, hyung."
heeseung smirks. "do you, now?"
"yes." jake breathes out, closing his eyes when heeseung's gaze burns a little too much into him.
heeseung leans in close, enunciating every word, "call me daddy."
jake's eyes snap open, and he lets out startled laughter. "what?"
"call me daddy." heeseung repeats simply, "it's just a name. if you really want me, you'll say it." he smiles, knowing damn well he's got jake in his trap.
he leans in closer, minty breath brushing against jake's cheeks. the intensity of his gaze should scare jake like it normally does, but it enchants him instead. "ask me to fuck you. and be polite about it, darling."
there's a pause where jake silently asks if heeseung is serious about wanting him to do that, where heeseung tests the extent of his need. in the end, as always, jake bends.
"please fuck me, daddy." jake whispers, and although he half-expects heeseung to be a tease and order him to speak louder, the older boy is satisfied with it.
heeseung stares at him for an excruciatingly long time, which he does just to make him squirm, and jake holds his stare.
heeseung smiles. "good." he says, then his hand dives under his head pillow to bring out lube. he brandishes it like a shiny plaything and jake laughs.
"were you planning this?" jake asks, shifting so he can tug his shorts and underwear off.
"maybe. couldn't chance my luck, eh?" heeseung winks, pulling his sweats down. the size of his cock has jake taking a sharp breath, and heeseung laughs, slightly flattered.
he spurts some lube onto his palms and starts slicking his cock up, jerking himself off slowly, and jake can feel his lips part involuntarily, salivating. heeseung's hand was big and so was his cock, both veiny and masculine. jake doesn't even want to think about his own cock in comparison.
then heeseung lets a finger prod at his hole, and heeseung frowns. "oh. you're dry." heeseung says, disappointed, and jake furrows his brows in confusion. obviously he'd be dry. why wouldn't he be?
"i figured you'd be wet. girls get wet when they're horny, but i take it you're a little different," heeseung smiles.
jake's features were defined. he had knobby knees. his fingers were thick. yet heeseung comparing him—no, calling him a girl got him trembling with overwhelming pleasure. they haven't even started but jake is already buzzing with anticipation.
"it's no problem, though," heeseung chimes in, and jake nearly screams when he slips the first finger in. fuck. the pain makes him throb and wince, but behind the veneer of discomfort, there's unmistakable pleasure. "i've got you covered. i'm a good husband, no?" he teases.
he stretches jake slowly but not kindly. he's rough and careless with his fingers, uncaring of jake's pained whines, which are more or less the goal of his ministrations anyway.
two more fingers later, jake can barely control the sounds that leave his mouth.
heeseung tuts. "ah, not too loud, jaeyun-ah. our youngest is right outside, remember?" heeseung says, spinning jake's words and using it against him, wrapped in a bouquet of condescension.
jake nods and whines, throwing a forearm over his mouth. he bites onto the fabric of his sweater and lets his drool seep into it.
he's aching for more. heeseung has only brushed past his prostate once or twice, fully focused on stretching him as wide and as deep as possible.
"heeseung," he whines, back arching, "please,"
"patience, mommy." heeseung says in a lilting, chiming tone, and he's ramming his fingers right into jake's prostate.
"oh god!" jake cries out, hips bucking up in desperation, and shit, he called him mommy, what the fuck, "h-heeseung hyung, please!"
heeseung laughs, fingers at a snail's pace, now. "not my name."
"daddy! daddy, please," jake whines (it sounds much more like a dry sob than it does a whine), squirming, "please fuck me, please,"
heeseung slips his fingers out, pleased. he brushes his hair back and jake's hormone-addled mind rushes with words like handsome and charming and good-looking.
"do you like being my wife, hm?" heeseung asks, clearly expecting an answer, and jake doesn't want to know what would happen if he didn't respond correctly. he shifts and grabs the base of his cock, aligning its tip to his hole.
jake moans with need, grabbing onto heeseung's biceps. "yes, yes i do, i-i love being your—" and jake looks up at heeseung pitifully, silently begging, but heeseung only raises a brow. "i love being your wife," jake says, dignity smashed to bits.
heeseung lights up. "good girl, jaeyun-ah. you can get your prize now." he laughs, towering over jake as he thrusts in. he watches every little movement along jake's body, listens for every sound jake manages to create, and admires the changes in his expression.
jake blushes in embarrassment, leveling his breaths as best as he can when heeseung thrusts in. even after preparation it's a tight push, but they manage.
"this is such a bother," heeseung mutters in distaste, and soon, his sweater is being pulled over his head and tossed to the floor. the cold air instantly hits him and shivers wrack his body (whether it's from heeseung or from the cold itself, he doesn't know.)
he casts a wary glance over at the curtains, but if he listens close enough, he hears riki's cries of victory distantly. he glances back and meets heeseung's eyes.
heeseung rocks in slowly, throwing his head back and groaning. "fuck," he hisses, "shit, jaeyun-ah. you're so tight."
jake whines. "you're too big, daddy," he says, and heeseung's hips jolt involuntarily at the name. heeseung leans in to kiss him again, this time downright ravenous, licking into jaeyun's mouth like he's parched.
"maybe you're too small," heeseung says against his lips, before he's diving in once more. he lets his tongue graze the insides of jake's mouth, kissing him until they're both breathless.
his thrusts are slow and torturous, opening jake up thoroughly. he feels every drag of heeseung's big cock, a dull ache from how wide his hole has to stretch to take heeseung.
heeseung pulls away and stares at jake dazedly. "you’re a good mom, jaeyun-ah, taking care of the kids so well," he murmurs, leaning down to lick jake's neck, creating little love bites that have jake curling his toes, "you're good for daddy, aren't you? my obedient little wife."
with heeseung this close, he hears details of his voice that he's never heard before. how there's an underlying timber, how its sweetness makes way for an edge, and how beautiful his sounds are.
"whenever i see you with the kids, i just get so fuckin' horny, you know?" heeseung growls, sitting up properly now, and jake watches as heeseung loses himself slowly.
he rams in with enough intensity to punch a shrill exclamation from jake. he feels feverish, blood running hot as his rising body temperature combats the cold air of the room.
it's like a switch has been flipped. heeseung uses his size advantage to hold jake down and fuck him remorselessly, powerful snaps of the hips and growls of pleasure escaping heeseung's mouth. he grasps the back of jake's thighs and presses them against his chest, slamming his cock inside.
"just thinking of how sweet you are, i wanna—" heeseung cuts himself off with a broken curse, head hanging but his hips never stopping, "—wanna see you with kids. real kids."
jake yelps. "daddy! shit, hnngh, ah!" his moans are staccato and whiny, impossibly loud, and jake is grateful that jay bought him those noise-cancelling headphones, because otherwise riki would've heard by now (or much, much earlier.)
heeseung moans, running his hand over the bump in jake's stomach. with every thrust the tip of his cock distends his tummy, creating a bulge that has heeseung fucking addicted. "you already look so pretty with my cock in you," heeseung murmurs as if in a daze, "i can only imagine what you’d look like knocked up."
knocked up.
"want daddy to fuck a baby into you? how does a sixth kid sound, huh? get your belly all round," heeseung smiles, rocking in and out, rolling his hips in a terribly intoxicating way. he fucks him like he's trying to reach as deep inside him as possible.
jake keens, "th-that's embarrassing, heeseung hyung." he says, turning away to avoid his dark gaze.
heeseung tsks, and although he grabs his jaw softly, the hold is firm. "don’t be a brat, mommy." heeseung mutters, making jake face him once more. he stares into jake's eyes as if to assure he won't turn away again, "be good for me, okay?"
heeseung roves over his bare torso, smirking when jake covers himself up shyly. he slows his hips.
"you want me to fill these with milk?" heeseung asks, two thumbs on his nipples once more. he stares right into jake's eyes and the stimulation makes him go cross-eyed, tongue lolling out stupidly as he pants. his thighs instantly come together so his cock can rub up against them, but heeseung laughs and parts them once more.
the tip of his cock presses against his prostate gently, and he's so full he feels it in his throat, in how there's difficulty with breathing. heeseung's cock is so fucking good—just when jake thought he couldn't get more perfect.
then he begins to massage the flesh on his chest, slightly plump from working out, and jake squirms. "daddy," he whimpers, cock jumping, "i—"
heeseung smiles wolfishly. "you've already got the tits for it, anyway," he remarks, uttering words as if they didn't humiliate jake further.
heeseung fucks him quick and hard, rendering jake more stupid with every thrust of his. he squeezes jake's chest, sometimes painfully, and jake is helpless, unable to do anything but to lay down and take it.
"you should end your contract early, don't you think?" heeseung rasps, nails scratching down jake's sensitive chest and trailing down his soft stomach, then back up, "you could just stay at the dorm and be a good little housewife for me."
jake muffles a scream just in time when heeseung slams into his prostate. heeseung laughs breathlessly and grabs jake by his jaw, forcing his eyes to meet heeseung's. the older boy looks frenzied and completely enraptured, like he's lost control.
"you'd take care of the kids when they're tired, huh, mommy?" heeseung hums, rubbing his waist. it reminds him that heeseung is not only taller, but bigger, rougher, meaner, stronger, manlier. heeseung didn't even bother jerking jake off, instead chasing his own pleasure and using jake as he pleased.
(he didn't have any objections to that, anyway. jake wants to be good. he will be good.)
"maybe they could take turns, too," heeseung cackles, throwing his head back in pure humor, but jake only whines in humiliation. the idea of the boys passing him had each limb quivering, had his breath turning heavy.
he closes the distance between them, and jake distantly wonders how the hell his bambi eyes could look so predatory, "you'd be good and spread your legs when i tell you to." he snarls, digging his nails into jake's thighs painfully.
"i-i would be good, hy—daddy," jake hiccups, weakly rocking his hips back onto heeseung's.
heeseung bites his lips and groans, slamming into his prostate with power that jake wouldn't even be able to muster if he tried to. with every thrust, jake is rocked up the bed, the frame making creaky noises that get so loud jake thinks it might break.
"god, if you were mine, i'd fuck you into the mattress everyday." heeseung mutters, eyes trailing over jake's pretty body. he stares at his puffy nipples and the swollen, slightly risen flesh around it, his tapered waist, a lean tummy that bulges with every thrust of heeseung's cock. it's too good to be true. "do you know how long i've been wanting to hold you down and fuck you?"
jake babbles stupidly, tears running down his cheeks. "daddy, daddy, daddy," he wants to touch his cock so badly, but he won't. heeseung wouldn't like it, he'd be displeased, so jake doesn't even try.
heeseung smiles. "you're a fucking slut, mommy." he says, and jake can't stop whining. his back arches and his torso jolts according to heeseung's actions.
"o-only for you." jake chokes out before the air is flooded with his whines once more. heeseung's eyes darken dangerously.
"girls like you deserve a fat cock shoved into your cunts every hour of the week." heeseung's words only corrode his rationality. it shouldn't affect him as much as it did—it really shouldn't. the fans opted for words like handsome and hot for jake the way fans chose cute and pretty and beautiful for sunoo and jungwon. but the fact that heeseung found him pretty enough, servile enough, compliant enough to see him as a girl and to frame him as a mother had him reeling.
heeseung fucks him without any semblance of gentleness, all rough and hard, and jake loves it. "fuck! please, want more, please," jake whines, hands curling into fists as he tries to muffle himself.
"do you feel it? feel how big i am?" heeseung growls, grabbing jake's wrist, guiding his hand over his belly. jake can feel how his tummy rises when heeseung angles his cock just so.
jake moans, nodding loosely. he's lost all control of his body at this point and he only lays pretty as heeseung fucks him. he's a good wife. he's a loyal, gentle, subservient wife for heeseung, and that's what matters.
heeseung dives down to suck on a nipple the way a baby would, suckling and biting and nipping, all while ramming his cock inside him roughly. one hand plays with jake's other nipple while the other splays itself across jake's stomach, feeling his belly bulge in time with his movements.
jake whines, "good! oh, fuck, h-hnngh! so good, you fuck me so good, daddy," he moans, carding a hand through heeseung's hair and angling it up so their eyes meet.
"m-mommy feels so good," jake keens, teary-eyed with pleasure, and heeseung only continues to swirl his tongue around the sensitive nub. it's so sore it hurts, but jake lets heeseung do whatever he wants. after all, heeseung is the husband, and jake is his wife.
heeseung growls and starts fucking him at an animalistic pace. his cock forces itself against jake's prostate, the boy crying out and whining when he does—it's like he's on a live wire, every nerve exposed, sensory overload at its finest.
the friction burns jake deliciously, heat spreading from his head to his toes. heeseung grunts as he fucks jake with increasing power.
"'m g-gonna cum," jake cries out.
heeseung moans, "yeah, baby, you're gonna be good for daddy? gonna cum for him?"
"yes! yes, yes, yes! want your cum," jake pleads, on the verge of tears with how much he wants it.
heeseung groans and quickens his pace. shivers run down his spine with how sinful jake sounds—he wishes he could've recorded this so he can play it on repeat. "yeah? you want daddy to fill you up with cum, mommy? d'you wanna get knocked up?"
jake moans dumbly, completely boneless at this point, and he barely makes a sound when he cums. with a silent scream, cum shoots out from his cock, painting his tummy white.
heeseung rams his cock in him like he didn't just orgasm, grabbing his thighs once more and folding him up. jake feels so small under heeseung's hold, and heeseung loves it, too—loves how his hands can easily grip jake's thighs, how jake is powerless to whatever heeseung does, how he looms over the smaller boy.
"i'll paint you white inside. mark you up, give you babies. do you want that, jake? wanna be a good mommy?" heeseung growls. his eyes never once leave jake, always sweeping across his face and traveling down his torso, trailing over his legs.
"fuck, please," jake cries, and heeseung laughs. he looks absolutely mindless with pleasure.
heeseung slams in rapidly, "well," he pants out, "i suppose if that's what you want, then, right?" he smiles, wicked, and jake blabbers words of affirmation that ring like bells in heeseung's mind.
his cock bumps against jake's tummy wildly, heeseung's eyes trained on how jake's chest is slightly plump from working out—it has him absolutely transfixed.
gentle, sweet jake under his mercy, with his tiny waist and pretty chest and lithe body, with his pink lips and his breathtaking face, tummy so flat it has to make way for heeseung's cock.
then there are incoming thoughts of jake's belly all round, his tits swelling up, milk seeping out, a baby in his arms, looking so soft and pure, then there's heeseung bending jake over to fill him up with his cum with jake taking it all like a wanton bitch, and fuck.
heeseung snarls when he cums, a rough, sharp sound that has jake flinching. warm cum fills his hole, flooding it with warmth, and heeseung dips down to kiss jake. this time, slowly, tenderly.
jake moans, hands cradling either side of heeseung's face. heeseung rocks his hips slowly as he swallows the sounds jake releases, fueling his oversensitivity with every thrust.
he pulls away. "'kay, hyung, get off me. i'm dirty." he mutters, breathing heavily. heeseung suppresses a smile when he realized all the exertion has caused a flush to form on jake's face.
heeseung snorts. "nonsense. you look fine to me, pretty," he says, and now, no longer under the veil of lust and arousal, heeseung's eyes on him is extremely humiliating. "let's sleep."
jake frowns, pushing heeseung away. "i have to clean myself up."
heeseung tsks and grabs onto jake's waist, flipping them over onto their sides so heeseung spoons jake. "no. i like you like this." he says, punctuating it with a thrust in, the filthy sound of cum squelching inside him filling the air. he quivers.
"wanna keep my cum in you for a bit longer," heeseung says, exhaling a long, contented breath that tickles jake's neck.
"hyung, what if riki—"
"riki will be fine." heeseung murmurs into his ear. he throws an arm around jake's waist and pulls him flush to his body. jake feels his tummy squirming when the tip of heeseung's cock presses against his prostate.
heeseung throws the thick blanket over them, their sweaty bodies close to each other. protectively, heeseung places a large hand across jake's tummy. he thrusts experimentally, and jake feels three things at once—heeseung's cock stabbing into his prostate, his cock distending his tummy, and cum trickling out from his hole.
the older boy groans. it takes everything for him to stay still, to not push jake's face into the pillow and mount him like a dog.
"good night." jake's voice rings out sweetly, and heeseung smiles.
"night, mommy."
(and maybe jake elbows heeseung in the stomach after that remark, and maybe heeseung squeaks like a hamster at the force, and there's a very high chance that riki walks in on them tussling with their bare asses out, but overall, heeseung thinks they had a very good, very relaxing fishing trip.)