The road they'd been traveling down had become narrower and narrower as they turned down several different streets, at one point Jinyoung believed they were lost. Though they weren't, it still made him smile to himself as he joked, "We've passed that tree before." He turned towards Jaebum while pointing out his window with his brows knitted together in false confusion.

He heard Jaebum chuckle, the sound making the tops of Jinyoung's ears tint a light pink, "Impossible, we're not lost." Jaebum was confident, he gave the wheel a quick squeeze. Not out of nervousness but out of how excited he was. Whatever the next stop was, it most likely meant a lot to him.

Jinyoung hummed, raising his brows, "How sure are you of that?"

Jaebum stayed silent for several minutes longer as they turned down another road, this one being wider than the ones they'd been on before, "Pretty sure." He said pointing forward. Jinyoung followed his hand, his eyes locking on a bright red barn and a small house accompanying its side, "We're here." Jaebum said before he parked the truck and exited it. Though hesitant at first, Jinyoung followed soon after, traveling on the unleveled gravel ground and immediately dirtying his once white sneakers.

"If you think I'm milking a cow or frolicking with you in grass field then you're incredibly wrong. I'm not a fan of grass fields." He called towards Jaebum, who had already strolled up to the small home, attempting to unlock the door.

Jaebum turned his head back, raising a brow at Jinyoung, "And cows? What's your problem with them?" He asked.

"Nothing, I just think they don't want a stranger massaging their s." Jinyoung replied and Jaebum laughed, opening the door successfully with a rough shove of his shoulder.

The sun had reached its highest peak when they entered the cozy and colorful home. The heat already seeping in through the walls as Jaebum clicked the A/C on, it rumbled to life within seconds—and with a short toss of Jaebum's hand to finally get it up and running and actually working.

Jinyoung followed him outside again, taking this bags out the truck and lugging them inside again, "Who's farm is this?" He asked, cruising the home and ending in the living room. He shrugged his heavy duffel onto one couch while Jaebum tossed his tiny luggage onto the other.

"My grandfather, on my mothers side." Jaebum replied, Jinyoung knew why he added the small detail.

"Is he—?" Jinyoung had cut off his own sentence, hoping Jaebum understood what he was silently asking.

"Alive, healthy, and breathing? Yeah." Jaebum chuckled.

❧

The cold water that ran down Jinyoung's skin left him sighing, after two long days in a truck with a barely working A/C and only changing clothes once, it was much needed. He'd never been a fan of cold showers, the feeling usually stung his skin and left him feeling sick, but everything was different in his certain situation. He felt too warm, all the time and every second—whether it be because of the weather or due to the company of Jaebum, his skin was always hot against Jinyoung's—so, he had to cool himself off.

After he turned the cold shower off with a turn of the screeching knob, he'd let a towel hug his hips loosely and dragged his hand across the foggy mirror. He ran his fingers through his dripping hair and shook it then pushed it back, getting small beads of water on the mirror and around the modest bathroom.

Immediately after he opened the door, the cold air from the finally chilly living room, hit his skin and made him shiver. He took another towel from the rack and wrapped it around his shoulders, attempting to warm himself while he searched for clothes to sleep in—which only took five minutes considering he only brought three pairs of pajamas, he didn't think they'd be doing much sleeping in an actual home—mostly driving.

He noticed Jaebum was gone then. Eyes searching the small living area for an idea on where the older had gone. Jaebum had opened his own bag  and left it ajar but he was nowhere to be seen. Jinyoung made a confused sound to himself and got dressed quickly—uncaring of what he'd wear  anymore as long as he didn't step out in just a towel, or worse, .

To the left of the small house they were staying in was the barn, Jinyoung had seen it the minute they pulled up to the cozy place. But, what he hadn't seen was the large field of grass and scattered flowers fenced in to the right of the home. He didn't see it due to the empty chicken coops that obstructed their view while still in the truck.

Jinyoung's bare feet struggled against the diverse sized pebbles until he reached the white picket fence—which was obviously an ongoing theme in this area—and jumped it, his feet landing on the soft grass with an uncomfortable sigh. As he looked up, his eyes landed on Jaebum immediately. He had taken the camera from his bag and his eyes were shut as he leaned his head back and basked in the warming sun. The wind blew gently adding character to the grass below and his hair.

He had his arms extended out and his camera hung from the safety harness looped around his wrist. Jinyoung couldn't help but see that he was happy—happy to be out here, happy to be away from it all, the screams, the business, and the constant tiring dance practices. Jinyoung found himself smiling too and an unfamiliar feeling pooled in his gut, one he was becoming too familiar with.

Their eyes connected for a moment as Jinyoung neared him. Jaebum's had a type of electricity behind them, spiked and harsh while Jinyoung's had diffused themselves, heavy lidded and locked—locked on Jaebum, no doubt. The closer Jinyoung got the more details came into view, like the dandelion in Jaebum's other hand and how it was still intact, unblown and beautiful.

Jaebum spoke first, "I thought you said you hated grass fields." His voice was tame.

Jinyoung smiled at the fact Jaebum remembered the tiny fact, he nodded, "Oh, I do. It , terrifying."

"Then why are you here?" Jaebum didn't mean to make it sound rude but, nevertheless, Jinyoung knew what he'd meant.

Jinyoung's eyes roamed the field, the grass moved with the wind still as if they were dancing to a silent song in sync, then back at Jaebum—happy, ecstatic, and content Jaebum, “Because, you seem to like fields.” He shrugged, attention falling back onto the flower being held captive in Jaebum's hand.

Jinyoung reached for the flower, but Jaebum moved it out of his reach, grinning at him, "You want this?" He asked teasingly, nodding his head towards the circular flower then looking back at Jinyoung. He reached for it again and Jaebum gave him a challenging look, moving the dandelion away from Jinyoung's hand when he reached for it once again.

Jinyoung took a step forward—testing the waters and squinting his eyes—causing Jaebum to take a step back. It was silent for a bit, the sound of birds chirping and the leaves in the towering trees rustling filling their ears. Then, Jaebum turned and ran, circling the field and protecting the dandelion from losing it's flying pedals as he laughed to himself. Jinyoung followed closely, but not close enough to catch Jaebum or the dandelion for that matter.

He was getting cocky, Jinyoung knew he was due to the amount of times he kicked his feet up in the air, clicked them together, and laughed loudly. Jaebum turned, he started running backwards as he taunted Jinyoung with the dandelion. And this was childish, all of this was without a doubt childish but it was too fun to quit. Jinyoung began to chase his mind, thinking how much it would hurt when they had to go home—go back to the loud city.

While lost in his own head he didn't see Jaebum fall. He'd tripped on a large scrap piece of wood in the field and fell backward, and Jinyoung—who hadn't stopped running until it was too late—fell straight on top of him. Though, he stopped his fall just in time with hands in the dry dirt on either side of Jaebum's head. His hands gripped at the dirt as his legs moved to straddle Jaebum's lap. Jinyoung pushed himself up and brushed his hands together, taking the dandelion from Jaebum's frozen hand and twirling the stem between his fingertips. After thinking for one long second, he blew at it, watching the small specks get carried up and into the sky by the wind.

The butterflies in Jaebum's stomach stirred annoyingly, it felt as if they were having a brawl, "Did you make a wish?" He asked as he took his camera in hand, acting as if he was unphased by the position they were in and was flipping through the photos he had taken. Jinyoung nodded at his question. He'd quickly snapped a photo of Jinyoung, his eyes were bright as he stared at the stem and he looked—Jaebum stopped his mind before it wondered.

Jaebum waited for him to spill the wish, when he didn't he spoke again, "What was it?" He raised his brows.

"If I told you then it wouldn't come true." He stood then and the butterflies Jaebum felt seemed to vanish along with the warmth of his body, he held his hand out for Jaebum to take, "And usually, when someone takes a shower the whole point is to get rid of the dirt, not get dirty five minutes later." He smiled.

❧

Putting a puzzle together was better while not being yelled at by six different people and only being talked at by a man who weirdly takes puzzles very seriously. Jaebum was stealing glances at Jinyoung—more than he usually did. He'd noticed this when he was pushing a puzzle piece into it's rightful place and noticed Jaebum's hands hadn't been moving, when he looked up their eyes had locked and Jaebum looked lost, unusually lost and unsure of where to go.

Every sense crashed together all at once, Jinyoung couldn't process it. The way Jaebum's palm felt against his cheek, soft but rough. How he was so close that Jinyoung could smell him, his freshly washed skin radiated the scent of clean sheets with a hint of orange slices. He felt Jaebum's wet hair tickle his forehead and Jaebum's lips against his, slow yet too fast. Before Jinyoung could process everything or anything, Jaebum was pulling away from him, the back of his hand pressed against his lips with his eyes shut tightly as if he'd just made the worst decision of his life. Which—knowing Jaebum the way Jinyoung did—he probably felt as if he had.

"That meant nothing." Jaebum mumbled against his hand, making a show of wiping his lips.

Jinyoung scoffed at him, moving the puzzle pieces in his hand to the other in an awkward manner, "It didn't feel like nothing." He said, sitting back on the heels of his feet. His cheeks burned and Jaebum's lips lingered on his still, he sensed the feeling would never truly leave.

Jaebum finally met his eyes, "Forget about it."

"Easier said than done." Jinyoung said.

"I said forget about it." Jaebum stood then, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him with a loud bang. Jinyoung finished the puzzle in silence, on his own.

❧

They had changed their clothes for bed again, backs facing each other, of course. As Jinyoung turned to grab his shirt, Jaebum's torso caught his attention. He'd been waving his top to loosen it and shrug it on but the curve of his back kept Jinyoung locked. He followed the arch up, his pupils tracing Jaebum's neck and shoulders, Jinyoung could see his heartbeat though the vein pulsing against his neck, it was quick.

The couches were more comfortable than Jinyoung had thought. He'd fallen asleep quickly, the last thing he remembered was Jaebum staring at the ceiling and breathing deeply, an arm behind his head and a finger poking at his chest. His eyes searched the ceiling like he was looking for an answer to the question he'd been asking himself too many times a day. A question he thought about when he watched, sang, laughed, and even slept. A haunting question that he most likely didn't want to know the answer to but was dying to know.

❧

Jaebum had never gotten used to the smell of eggs and toast in the morning, so when he had woken up in the cold home he was confused for a moment. When he sat up, he had a perfect view of the kitchen and watched as Jinyoung scurried around it, doing too many things at the same time but timing everything just right to not burn a single food. Yawning almost relived him of his sleepy state and he stood, trudging into the kitchen, announcing himself as to not startle Jinyoung.

"Smells good." He mumbled, his voice was horse as he rubbed his eyes awake, opening them wider and scanning the variety of food on the table.

Jinyoung turned to him, transferring the freshly cooked eggs to an adequate bowl, "Ah, you're finally up. What time did you sleep last night?" He asked, it was a genuine question. The answer was that Jaebum had probably only slept two hours last night.

"I don't know, but, I slept." Jaebum shrugged, "Where did you get this food?" He questioned,  picking up a piece of cooked egg from its bowl and plopping it into his mouth, changing the subject and throwing it back onto Jinyoung.

Jinyoung swiped his hands on the apron he'd found, the lettering on it spelling out 'KISS THE COOK' which made Jaebum shift on his feet, "I drove the truck into town, hope you don't mind. But, I felt like burgers for breakfast three mornings in a row wouldn't have been the best idea." Jinyoung smiled at him, shut the stove off, and untied his apron.

They ate in a somewhat comfortable silence—more comfortable than Jaebum had thought considering what had happened the night before. Jinyoung had forgotten, he told Jinyoung to forget about it and he did. Jaebum didn't know why his heart had clenched at that fact but he preferred not to look into it—letting things go was a specialty he wasn't proud of.

Jaebum gulped down the last of his food and spoke, "There's this bar I want to check out, it's about three hours away. So, we better get going." He clicked his fork against his empty plate to fill in the silence as he watched Jinyoung stand, take their plates, and wash them. Jaebum told himself to watch Jinyoung less but he'd never been great at taking others advice, so, taking his own wasn't a sure thing to happen.

They were on the road soon enough.