"Were you having a nightmare?" Jackson asks, concern saturating his voice.

"No," Jaebum replies instantly. Jackson raises an eyebrow before he sits down on the edge of Jaebum's bed. Jaebum swallows.

"Are you sure about that? 'Cause, like, you could tell me if you did and you could talk to me about it. I know I talk a lot, but I'm also a really good listener," he says with an encouraging smile, his round cheeks pushing up his eyes. The sight of him– so close and sitting on his bed–makes Jaebum's heart ache in his chest. For one mad second, he imagines sitting up and pulling Jackson into his lap to find out if his lips feel as soft as they look. His left hand twitches and he curls it into a fist, his nails biting into his skin. He flips onto his side, his back facing Jackson.

"I'm sure," Jaebum says stiffly. "Good night."