Part Three

“Stop it you poop brain! Where the did you get that thing?!” Youngjae was struggling against Junhong, who was happily shooting the poor defenseless boy with a water gun. Junhong laughed merrily at the older boy’s miseries.

“Dude, is that the best insult you could throw? Poop brain?” Junhong chortled. Youngjae pouted, sulking in his seat. Well, thanks to that imbecile his hoodie was now drenched.

“Aww, our Baby Jae is upset?” Junhong cooed, sitting himself next to Youngjae. Youngjae let out an annoyed ‘Hmphh’ as he faced away from the younger boy, crossing his arms on his chest as a sign of protest. Junhong chuckled in amusement and further to back-hug the older boy; an attempt to coax his friend.

“I’m sowwy~” Junhong placed his chin on Youngjae’s shoulder and apologized cutely. Youngjae couldn’t hold his laughter when he heard that ridiculous baby-talk from that giant human. He giggled even more when Junhong kept coaxing him using the same preposterous nasally-tone. It didn’t help when the boy tickled him on his sides, causing him to roar out laughter.

Their playful time was ceased abruptly when they heard someone cleared his throat rather loudly from behind them; the both of them turned to see who it was. Shock was totally an understatement in Youngjae's book the moment he saw Daehyun stood rigidly just a few inches from his recliner. Daehyun looked displease. Youngjae even noticed that the older male was glaring once in Junhong's direction.

"We need to talk." Daehyun’s voice was laced with immense irritation. Youngjae gulped as he glanced unsurely towards a confused Junhong, who was still hugging his waist.

"P-pardon?" Youngjae stuttered. He didn’t know what to expect when Daehyun let out a deep, annoyed sigh. Youngjae yelped when Daehyun grabbed his thin wrist, pulling him up from his seat.

"W-wait--" Youngjae stammered but he was left gasping when he felt another tug on his other hand. Junhong pushed Daehyun away and swiftly pulled Youngjae to his side, shielding Youngjae from the newcomer.

"Chill dude, what do you want from him?" Junhong towered over Daehyun as a mean to intimidate the latter but Daehyun refused to relent.

"None of your business." Daehyun spat. He tried to grab Youngjae's hand once again but Junhong harshly shoved him away.

"Look, he clearly looks reluctant so off."Junhong spat back. Daehyun was about to charge at the tall male when Youngjae hastily came in between the two. Youngjae put his hand on Daehyun’s bare chest; he could feel the latter’s heart beat rapidly against his palm. Youngjae felt scared when he saw how Daehyun’s threatening gaze never left Junhong. He needs to bring Daehyun away from his friend.

"Dae, no don't. Let's talk somewhere else." Youngjae whispered as he rubbed Daehyun's arm to calm the latter. He then turned to face Junhong.

"Junhong, I'm sorry but I'll talk to you later." Youngjae let Daehyun pulled him along to God knows where, leaving a confused Junhong alone.

Youngjae silently followed Daehyun’s footsteps as the other male dragged him by his wrist. He swore the part where Daehyun tightly grabbed will swell tomorrow morning but he didn’t dare to make even the slightest sound. He realized that they’ve reached the parking lots and he could see Daehyun’s red car a few meters from them.

"Dae…? Where are we going?" Youngjae finally squeaked out the question. 

"Home." Daehyun briefly answered; his steps never ceased.

"What about my car? I left the key in my jeans pocket."

"I'll call Yongguk later. As for now," Daehyun twirled Youngjae's body so that the latter would've faced him and zipped up hoodie," that should do." He then proceeded to grab Youngjae's hand once again and pulled the younger with him towards his car.

Daehyun unlocked the car and opened the door, gesturing for Youngjae to get in. Youngjae didn't dare to protest as he immediately complied, sitting nervously in his seat. Daehyun shut the door and swiftly moved towards the back seat to grab his shirt and wore it before making his way to the driver's seat, plopping himself into the car and started the engine. Daehyun glances at Youngjae before he let out a sigh.

"Seatbelt.”

“H-huh?”

Youngjae almost let out an unmanly squeak when Daehyun’s hand reached towards him. Daehyun pulled Youngjae’s seatbelt and buckled it. He then put on his own and started driving out of the party venue.

"Dae..." Youngjae softly called out Daehyun’s name as he clutched on his seatbelt. He glanced towards his husband, the latter’s jaw was clenching tight and a deep frown was marring the handsome face. Youngjae swore he’s going to die young judging on how fast Daehyun drove his car. Youngjae carefully reached for Daehyun’s arm, grazing his lithe fingers on the strong, veiny appendage.

"Dae, you're driving too fast. I'm scared." Youngjae’s quivering voice was what causing Daehyun to slow down.

"Sorry..." Daehyun regretfully said as he gradually slow down and eventually pulled over on the side. He stopped the car and let out a frustrating sigh; planting his head on the steering wheel.

"What's wrong?" Youngjae gently rubbed Daehyun’s back. Daehyun felt his anger had slipped out of him as he focusing on the movement of Youngjae’s fingers on his back.

"Nothing..." Daehyun muttered. Youngjae frowned at the unconvincing response.

"This is not ‘nothing’, Daehyun." Youngjae countered. "Tell me, please?"

Daehyun turned into a soft mush when he heard Youngjae’s pleading tone. He bit his lips, unsure of how to convey his feelings of the things that lead to this problem.

"That Choi Junhong kid, is he trying to hit on you?" Came Daehyun small, unsure voice. Youngjae’s eyes were immediately widened in shock as he heard the absurd question.

"WHAT? No!" Youngjae screeched. "Just where the heck did you get the idea?"

"Himchan." Daehyun squeaked. Youngjae narrowed his eyes on Daehyun.

"And you believed him?" Youngjae crossed his arms over his chest. So all of these happened because of that idiot? Seriously? Youngjae should consider getting himself a new best friend.

"Well, he told me, I mean us, since Yongguk and Jongup are there too, that Junhong has set his eyes on you. A-and he said you guys have been together a lot lately whether it's in or out of campus." Daehyun stuttered, his eyes were wandering everywhere but to Youngjae. Youngjae studied Daehyun’s current behavior. This is the first time he saw older male in this state. Daehyun looks unsure, fidgety and unconfident.

"Jung Daehyun..."

"Y-yes...?" Daehyun answered, his eyes were glued to the gear shaft; never lift his face even once.

"Are you perhaps... jealous?"

Youngjae had a hard time holding in a chuckle threatened to leave his mouth when he heard a soft grumbling of 'Who wouldn't...' from Daehyun. Youngjae settled for an amused smile instead. Oh God, this guy is too cute. Youngjae lifted Daehyun’s chin so that he would properly see the other male’s face.

"Oh Daehyunnie..." Youngjae couldn’t help but to giggle in glee. He gave a peck on Daehyun’s pouty lips. He giggled even more when he saw Daehyun’s sulky face morphed into confusion. It’s comical to see such expressions on the older.  

"Junhong knew that I have a boyfriend. Well, technically he's not entirely right but then same difference. He knew that I’m attached." Youngjae explained as he caressed Daehyun’s face.

"He knew?" Daehyun gawked at the younger. Youngjae hummed as his eyes trailed towards his lap. Oh, he forgot about his jeans and now he only got his swimming trunk on. He made a mental note to contact Himchan or Junhong later, asking them to keep his jeans until Monday.

"He guessed it but he didn't know that it was you." Youngjae shrugged. He grinned as he squished Daehyun’s cheeks.  "So stop making that face, you look ugly."

Daehyun narrowed his eyes on Youngjae. He gently grabbed the younger’s hands and detached them from his face.

"Fyi, according to the law of nature, it's normal for a male to be protective of its mate. So my point is, stop hanging out with that Choi kid." Daehyun scrunched his face at the mere thought of a certain tall, pale-but-damn-good-looking kid that he refused to say the name. He believed that the kid is nothing but trouble.

Daehyun was left breathless when Youngjae suddenly grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. Well, the kiss eventually turned into a full-fledged intense make-out session; the both of them battling for dominance with an obvious winner much to Youngjae’s gratification. He loves to be dominated by the older.

Daehyun ardently delved into Youngjae’s cavern, his tongue prodding into every nook and crannies of the younger’s sweet cavity. He could taste a tinge of mango spread on his tongue. The younger probably ate some earlier.

Youngjae kept being pushed towards the car window; his back was attached to the door. His hands were running through Daehyun’s hair as the older fervently exploring his mouth. He accidentally pushed the window’s button with his elbow as he tried to keep his balance, causing the window to slide down. The both of them were so into eating each other’s face that they failed to pay attention to their surroundings, well, that until loud gasp and squeaks were heard. The both of them turned to see a group of people gawking in their directions. Daehyun could feel the heat creeping up his face.

Youngjae, surprisingly, was glaring menacingly at the group of people.

"What? Haven’t seen someone making out before?!” Youngjae barked as he pushed the button so that the window will slide up back again, restoring their privacy. Daehyun muttered out an astonished ‘Woah’ at Youngjae’s bold attempt. Youngjae grinned in response.

Daehyun loudly gulped in his saliva when he saw a mischievous smirk painted Youngjae’s face. His breath hitched when the younger was crawling towards him in that narrow space of his car. If Youngjae was a cat Daehyun swore there’ll be a tail swishing seductively from behind the younger. Daehyun shuddered as he imagined Youngjae in cat ears and a bell choker adorning his pale neck.

Oh God, he just discovered another kinks, just great.

"Maybe we can do a little something if you drive home now..." Youngjae purred as he traced an invisible line on Daehyun’s chest,"...you know?"

The lustful glint in Youngjae’s eyes was what causing Daehyun to hastily veer out the car, rushing home for his treat. Thankful enough there are no mishaps on their way home or Daehyun could die in a car crash while sporting a .

That’s absolutely an unfavorable headline to read on morning newspaper tomorrow.

a/n: Can someone tell me HOW TO STOP?! This is getting longer and longer wth Oh God I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die--