„Ian?“, Sehun incredulously stares at the tall handsome man standing barefeet at the beach, hands buried deep inside his pockets and a wide grin that played around his lips.

„Looks like you're enjoying your little vacay.“

„Right until now“, Jongin mumbles almost inaudibly, avoiding looking at Ian at every cost.

The thought of him and Sehun still manages to disturb the out of him.

„What was that?“, Ian asks in surprise, shifting his eyes onto Jongin.

Jongins head whips up in utter shock of being caught and he stutters the first coherent excuse that comes to his mind: „I said Imma go make some breakfast.“

„Great idea, I'm starving“, Ian exclaims, already heading towards the house, chatting about the flight and the busy airport and how exhausting this trip has been.

He carelessly talks on when Jongins blood boils over for a split second and he snaps angrily but as quiet as possible: „Mind you my mom's still asleep. Shut up!“

Ians face radically changes from carefree into slightly irritated.

„Ok ok“, he holds his hands up in defense, „I didn't realize you were three of you. No need to be rude.“

Jongin lazily rummages around the fridge, fishing out some bacon, eggs and tomatoes, pretending to ignore Ian but since he took place at the kitchen counter right behind Jongin it's hard to pretend Ian isn't there.

„So that's why you called me“, Sehun saves the situation, welcoming Ian with a quick kiss on the lips.

„I thought you were still at work?“

Ian supposedly shakes his head, at least Jongin assumes as his back still faces the elder.

„I was but when I heard you were going to Brazil for a vacation I thought I'd surprise you by coming too.“

Great … Did that dickhead even give this matter a second thought?

He knew Jongin and his mom would be part of this and still he dares to show up, ruining their special vacation?

Sehun had been so eager on showing Jongin everything, going out every night and enjoying the sunsets and sunrises at the beach right infront of their cozy home.

An now this moron dares to bolt in and ruin everything?? Unbelievable …

Jongin angrily chops the tomatoes, adding them to the eggs and bacon in the pan, trying to hide his fury as best as possible but he must've failed horribly.

His whole body feels extremely tense due to the convulsive restraint of his body to beat the hell out of Ian.

He stirrs the eggs inside the pan a little more vigorous than necessary, gritting his teeth as he does so.

„You know what?“, as he can't take the anger anymore, Jongin suddenly slams down the spoon, marching towards his bedroom, „do the rest yourself. Imma go to sleep now.“

With that said, he leaves an irritated Sehun and an even more confused Ian behind.

Hell, little would he sleep although his body clearly screams for some rest after the straining evening but right now there's still way too much anger boiling through his body to even consider sleep as an option.

He slumps down on his bed, hands clawing into the sheets.

„Bastard“, he curses through gritted teeth as the urge to punch the pillow slowly but steadily rises.

Goddamnit, he couldn't be seriously spending the rest of the week under one roof with this parasite! Perhaps he should asks Sehun for a flight back asap but that would be more than obvious, !

He eyes the bottle of whisky on the verge on the table that's right outside his window.

Perhaps being faced throughout the whole day would be an adequate way to cope with the situation …

At some point of his tantrum, Jongin must've really fallen aleep because when he opens his eyes, he's greeted with the sight of the pleasant light of the afternoon sun.

Completely sore and aching all over, he cracks some bones and stretches out his tense muscles with an agonized groan.

He definitely needs a shower right now to soothe the muscle-aches.

in pain, Jongin gets up, grabbing a towel on the go before he gets out of his room.

„Hey Jongin, you're awake“, Sehun greets him with a gentle smile and a cup of coffee in his hands.

„Want some coffee? You still look pretty tired.“

Jongin twists his mouth in slight reluctance but still accepts the cup with some life inside that's hopefully ease the feeling of being rolled over by a truck.

„Breakfast was great by the way, we ate everything up. But your mom has already prepared some lunch if you're hungry.“

„Mom's awake already?“

A chuckle floats out of Sehuns lips. „Sure. She said it's too bright to sleep all day long and she wanted to take full advantage of the vacation.“

Jongin notices the slight pounding behind his temples and quickly takes another sip of his coffee.

„What's she up to?“

Sehun shrugs casually. „Dunno. She called a cab and went off into the city. Perhaps she's shopping a new dress for tonight.“

„What's up tonight? We're going out again?“

Sehuns lips stretch out into a wide grin as he nods enthusiastically.

„Of course! You thought I'd let your precious time pass just like this?“

As the pain kicks back in, Jongin deeply moans in agony, causing Sehuns face to change from excited into slightly confused.

„I'd appreciate that for now, I'm hurting all over.“

A loud, deep chuckle fills the kitchen, making Jongin roll his eyes in annoyance.

„I thought I was the old one here.“

„Sheesh, don't make a fuss of it. Imma go take a hot shower and I'll be fine. Which is actually my cue to leave for the bathroom now. Excuse me.“

The hot water of the shower immensely relaxes his tense muscles and once he steps out of the bathroom, Jongin is actually something near unwound.

He simply put on a jeans, drying his messy, wet hair with a towel as he enters the kitchen again, looking for the rest of some hot coffee.

„Looking for this?“, Sehun grins, holding the can of coffee infront of Jongins face.

„Perfect“, Jongin moans in need of some caffein, snatching the can away from Sehuns grip in an instant before pouring some of the dark liquid into his mug.

„Feeling better?“

Sehuns voice sounds genuine and worried, something Jongin still couldn't quite handle very well.

„Uhm, sure … Still got a little back pain but it'll be alright.“

Sehun shifts in his seat, jumping off of the barstool.

„You know, back then a good friend of mine, who has been massage therapist for a soccer team taught me some techniques. If you don't mind I'll ease off the pain in no time.“

Jongin takes a tired sip of his coffee, not feeling like resistance today.

„I'd rather smoke some weed instead, but sure, go for it. Everything that enables me to dance my off tonight.“

So Sehun positions himself close behind Jongin, rubbing his hands together quickly before laying them onto Jongins neck almost too carefully.

„If the pain's too strong tell me ok?“

Only then Jongin realizes their proximity.

Sehuns face is close enough for Jongin to feel his hot breath against the skin of his neck whhile the elder talks.

His upper body presses against Jongins for support as he skillfully kneads the left part of Jongins neck and suddenly it's not the admittedly severe pain of the massage that causes Jongin to feel highly uncomfortable.

His whole body stiffens as he feels Sehuns heartbeat on the skin of his back, while the elder still played painful magic with his hands.

His long slender fingers glide over his skin like they have every inch of it perfectly memorized, applying pressure at specific points while still paying close attention to not hurting Jongin in the process.

Once he found a tensed spot, Jongin would try to supress his agonized moans but failing with grace as Sehun seems to strike a sensitive nerve everytime, kneading so mercielessly that Jongin couldn't help but groan at the immense pain caused in the process.

He let's his head fall back with an audible exhale, his face still contorted with pain.

Sehun stops for a moment, letting his hands gently roam over Jongins neck with only his palms.

„Try to relax into it …“

His deep, dark voice is merely inches away from Jongins ear.

„It'll be easier this way …“

Oh if only Sehun knew this is anything but easy.

Jongins whole body is about to shake from the close impact of Sehuns body, completely tensed up from the gentle touches and intense s of pain.

The only thing keeping him sane right now is focusing on his heavy breath entering and leaving his lungs.

He closes his eyes and bites his lips once Sehun buries his hands in his skin again, trying hard not to let another moan slip past his lips as he surrenders himself to the pain, trying to relax as Sehun had told him.

„Good …“, Sehuns deep, husky voice resonates through the room once he feels Jongins muscles smoothing out under his hands.

„Feeling better?“

A slight wave of disappointment spreads out inside Jongin once Sehuns touch is absent but nonetheless he rolls his shoulders a couple of times, cracking his head along before he answers in admitted surprise: „A hell lot better. I don't know what you did but your hands are magical.“

„I'm pretty sure of that“, an unpleasant voice interferes and Jongin feels the boiling anger from before again despite being tired as .

„Thanks for the info, Imma go puke now“, the younger mumbles partially serious before hopping off the barstool to head for the patio.

„Am I missing something?“, Ian asks warily, looking back and forth between Jongin and Sehun.

„I heard him groan and say weird stuff about your hands.“

Sehuns eyes widen in surprise once he realizes Ians jealousness and the fact, that this whole situation must seem more than ed up in so many ways the elder couldn't help but start laughing hard.

Much to Ians irritation as the latter couldn't seem to find some spark of humor inside this whole situation.

„Hun, I'm serious. What's going on here?“

It takes a while for Sehun to answer because he just can't seem to calm down from his laughing fit.

Panting and giggling he retorts: „Nothing's going on here. He had an awful backpain and I tried some massage techniques on him a friend of mine once showed me.“

„Interesting“, Ian pondered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, „were you like him back then?“

Being cheerful before, Sehuns face falls off the next second.

„Are you serious right now? That was years ago and he was a sports massage therapist. Do I really need to justify myself right now?“

Ian throws his hands up in a dramatic gesture.

„I just don't feel good about this boy. Something about him feels off. You sure he's not after your money or something?“

Sehuns face grows darker with every second Ian speaks.

„I mean he lives with you for free, together with his mother. They eat and sleep there without contributing anything plus he could get you into massive trouble, think about it.“

„Get out, before I lose it!“

Ians eyes grow wide with shock.

„Are you being serious right now?“ He grabs Sehuns arms in utter desperation. „I'm just trying to protect you babe. Yoou're everything to me. I couldn't bear losing you again.“

Sehuns fiercly shakes off Ians hands. „Then what has Jongin or his mom to do with this? They're not trying to manipulate me into cutting off relationships. I won't repeat myself, get out before I make you do it. Go stay in a hotel until we can talk again.“

For a moment, the tension is almost tangible and Sehun fears Ian might fall into a dramatic outurst but he just merely stares at Sehun unreadable before he leaves with a simple „Fine.“

After Ian heavily steps out the apartment, Sehun let's out the breath he had been holding for the past moment.

Somehow, this doesn't feel as awful aas it should have, after all Ian and him had been through.

Instead, he feels relieved and far less guilty towards Jongin, who just enters the kitchen with a quizzical expression in his eyes.

„This is all because of me isn't it? I-“

„No stop it“, Sehun interrupts immediately, causing Jongin to hush reluctantly.

„It's because he said something I highly don't agree with. That's got nothing to do with you so don't even attempt to overthink this one.“

He gives a genuine smile, patting Jongins shoulder. „We'll be fine don't worry. But for now, how about driving to the city to do some shopping for tonight? You still got no shirt on.“

Hastily, Jongin looks down on his body, ebarassedly realizing his upper body's still .

„O-Oh, I'm sorry, I'll just-“

He runs off into his room, struggling to put on a new shirt in a hast which gets Sehun breaking out into laughter again.

They drive into the city, leaving Jongins mom at the beachhouse for some quality time to herself and proceed on parking the car before entering a cozy mall in the city center.

Fascinated from the variety of fashion displayed in the various shop windows Jongin strolls around into every shop, eyeing various shirts and tees before trying them on excited like a little child.

Sehun follows calmly, encouraging Jongin to try out even more while voicing his opinion about several pieces of clothes honestly.

Once they left the current shop, Jongin collapses on one of the many benches around the mall.

„Shoot me, I'm so tired.“

„We're not even halfway through, there's much more to try out.“

Jongin turns to look at the elder with a pleading look on his face.

„Come on gimme a break. We're shopping longer than my mom by now.“

„Wait here“ Sehun commands, leaving for a cute little food stand, returning with two cups of coffee and something that looks like a colorful cupcake.

„Some sugar should boost your energy. Eat up“, the elder commands again, feeding Jongin some pieces of the colorful cupcake while the younger struggles to maintain a steady breath from laughing and trying to eat.

For the next hour, both casually stroll around the mall, sipping coffee and chatting about random topics until Sehun decides to leave the mall as it's getting late and both definitely need some recovery time before going out again.

They're greeted with nice and mild evening air outside of the mall and the pleasant touch of the sunrays creating a very soft, beautiful light across the city.

„Wanna grab a bite before we go home? I know a small restaurant close to the sea, what do you think?“

A nice breeze, good food and the blue sea to look at?

„Hell yes, I'm in.“

Soon after, both enjoy a plate of delicious seafood outside of the restaurant, relishing in the fresh taste and cool drinks.

For a while, both eat in silence, occasionally stating how delicious the food is until Jongin decides to speak up.

„What was going on back inside the house? This seemed like more than an occasional quarrel.“

Sehun shakes his head, mouth still filled with King prawns.

„As I said, he said something I don't agree with that's all.“

Not satisfied with the answer at all, Jongin probes further.

„That means? What did he say? What was all this about? He looked at me like I'm a puddle of puke someone just spat out.“

Sehun lowers his gaze, setting his fork aside in a slow motion.

„You won't let loose am I right?“

„Of course not. Especially if this is about me and I'm sure it is“

A deep sigh comes out of Sehuns throat but he speaks up nevertheless.

„You know he's been extremely jealous back then when we were together. I couldn't meet up with friends, go to a party or hang out with someone without him clinging to me or throwing a tantrum because of apparent reasons that weren't there. That didn't seem to change until now. Him coming to Brazil only to surprise me actually got me wary from the first second. And once you were outside today he tried to convince me that you're not good for me. I disagreed wholeheartedly and he didn't seem to have taken that very well. He was never good and handling critizism. I told him to go for a hotel until we could talk this out later. But I'm not in the mood to talk today, I'll contact him the next days.“

Jongin who listens attentively feels like spitting out the food in his mouth as it suddenly tastes dull and disgusting.

He knew something had been up with this er all along but that he would resort to such cruel and blatant manipulation is something he'd never expected.

„Bastard“, it unintentionally slips past his lips and he covers his mouth in shock immediately.

„I-I mean I-“

Sehun casually waves it off. „It's ok, I can only imagine how you must feel right now. Curse him all you want.“

Jongin takes another bite to supress the nasty curses sitting on the tip of his tounge.

„He's your boyfriend after all. I'm in no position to judge here.“

With that said, Jongin continues to eat, avoiding eyecontact with Sehun who scrutinizes him with an unreadable expression before proceeding to eat as well.

„You've grown a lot Jongin.“

This time Jongin whips his head to look at Sehun, freezing in his very movement.

Sehun only chuckles, pouring Jongin some more water.

„I mean you matured a lot. Your personality has evolved since we met the first time.“ He takes a sip of the cold liquid.

„I'm likely in no position to tell you but I'm very proud of you.“

Slightly embarassed by Sehuns words, Jongin lowers his head again, his cheeks tinting with a soft red.

„U-Uhm, thank you …“

„Welcome. Now let's eat up and return home. I'm dying to stretch out on the patio.“

„Agreed.“

Whoopdiedooh another chappie flying in ^_^ hooorayy :D

Now that I've got time my fingers are bleeding from typing on and on <3 I promise there'll be significant SeKai moments in the next chapters although these two got pretty close already <3 
 

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The last ones were hilarious I could understand the hate towards Ian with all my heart ^^'' 

Love you my lil cuppiecakes, until the next chapter \^__^/