☄ jay's pad

@park jaebeom When he sent the message he had no idea his boyfriend had already arrived home; he'd been too busy with adjusting all of the little straps, and hems, and bits of lace he wouldn't ordinarily have to deal with to realize Jay had come home. Upon hearing the interjection of his voice above the sound of it coming from the small speaker on his phone, the two failing to harmonize during the chorus of Stay With Me, he sits up. The dress' hem inches a little higher, revealing the lacy edge of the garter belt at his hip.

"I didn't realize you were home already," he murmurs, unsure whether to cover himself or remain seated half-exposed to his lover like this. As his hair slowly falls across his eye, his red lips succumb to a plump pout, and he runs his hand slowly from his stomach down between his thighs, anxiously tugging the hem of the dress down a little further and covering the silky crotch of his black . "Do I look okay, daddy? I-I thought I'd try dressing up, since daddy prefers baby girls to baby boys."

@chu buhan His time at the studio was finally over. After a long day of making music, going to meetings with the distributors, producing, it was always the most anticipated time of the day. When he could go rest in his bed. But, since he met him a couple days ago, there was a new reason to get home as soon as possible. The one who changed his whole life in such a short time. So, off to his home he goes. As he drove up the driveway to his home, he parked his car in the garage, making sure to lock up as he walks inside, also making sure to kick his shoes off as he heads into the kitchen.

Grabbing a water, he heads to the bedroom, stopping in his tracks for a moment as his phone goes off. Peeking down at his phone, he looks at his texts messages, seeing he has one from his boyfriend. "Oh, a picture." Almost dropping his phone upon seeing the picture, he sets the water down and heads to his bedroom, opening the door as he drops his backpack on the floor, his jaw agape at the sight of his boyfriend. "Oh....my god."

@park jaebeom Just five days— that was all it took to change Chu Buhan’s life completely. He had only intended to come back to Korea for a few days between the last comeback and the next in order to collaborate with his gēgē, Junhoe, and grudgingly with the group’s youngest, on choreography. After that he was going back home to visit his mother, and enjoy some downtime. Two of his dìdì in the group would make their appearance on a reality show soon, too; he would probably watch a single episode of it in order to feel as though he had really supported them.

Instead, he had spent the majority of his time taking advantage of a once in a lifetime opportunity, or so he thought. He had met his biggest idol, gone out to eat with him, fallen hard for him— and kissed him. As the thought crossed his mind, he pinched himself. It hurt, of course, but for a few more moments he knew that he was still awake. A man he had idolized for years, had fallen for him just as hard as he himself had fallen. In five days they had gone from a fanboy and his idol, to boyfriends, to lovers, and now…

“Qǐng gàosù bàba wǒ shuō nǐ hǎo,” he said to his mother before hanging up the phone, his father having been too busy to receive any parting message from his son than a simple hello. He held the phone in his hand, watching the screen of his iPhone turn black while his other hand rested on his thigh. Worrying the inside of his knee with his thumb, the thick denim of his skinny jeans had worn the feeling from the digit. It would be a long while before he could admit to his parents the one most important reason he wouldn’t be seeing them, or his two dogs, for a long time.

The sound of the soles of his feet tapping nervously against the hardwood woke him from his sullen reverie, and he tossed the phone onto the dark comforter of Jay’s bed. No, he mentally corrected himself, it’s our bed now. He glanced at the suitcase of belongings situated on the floor in front of the closet. The bag from Wolford’s situated on top of the hard-sided case was what really caught his attention. It was supposed to be a little gift from him to his lover, a surprise for the first night they would officially be staying together. What was inside just made him equal parts nervous and excited.

He stood, walking toward the bathroom situated off the bedroom, and scooped up the bag on the way. With his hip, he pushed the door closed behind himself. His reflection in the mirror gave him pause. He turned his head, examining the width of his cheekbones, the shape of his lips, and the color of his eyes. Jay had called him beautiful, and when he said it he could believe it. Now, looking at his own reflection in the mirror, he questioned it. He carded a hand through his hair, pushing the bangs that framed his face back, and he let out a heavy sigh. This wasn’t the time to be second guessing himself and losing his resolve.

“Now or never,” he muttered. He pulled a small plastic bag from the top of the boutique bag with trembling hands, the smashed tissue paper beneath it crinkling loudly in the large bathroom. A pack of disposable razors, a variety of cosmetic tubes already freed from their packaging, and a can of shave cream tumbled out noisily across the counter. He slammed a hand down to keep the lipstick, a shade of red aptly named lust, from rolling off the edge. The last thing he needed was to lose a tube of lipstick on the floor only for it to be discovered sometime later by someone other than him, or the man he would wear it for.

For nearly two hours he struggled with applying lipstick, mascara, and eyeliner in a way that looked less like a small child with an unsteady hand had simply scribbled on his lips and lids. He trashed the empty bag, and stowed the cosmetics in the back of a drawer before emerging from the bathroom. Smoothing his hands down his thighs, he tugged anxiously at the loose hem of the white, blousy dress he had purchased. On the mannequin in the store it was past the knees, on him it was many centimeters above his knees. His fingers ran over the thin black suspenders occasionally exposed by the flowy hem as he stepped toward the bed, straightening them. He tugged lightly at the lacy black top of his right stocking to pull it taut against his thigh, the back seam rubbing against his smooth skin, before sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed.

The wait for his boyfriend always felt too long, even if he was gone only a few minutes. This time he has the brush of silk , of lace-top stockings and a matching lace garter belt, to remind him just how long he’s left wanting. He reaches for his phone, lifting it above himself as he tilts his head just slightly to show off his makeup, and a thin black choker on his throat. He texts the pic he snaps along with an “I miss you. Please come home safely. I’m waiting for you, daddy.”

but we won't be visiting or opening the doors anymore without letting you know beforehand so we don't disturb anything

wow damn jay said he only had two dollars smh

typo or Freudian slip-

i fiXED IT

jaebom omg i just realized

park jaebeom 35 seconds ago Reply
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aka where jae takes buhan

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