It had been a peaceful evening. It wasn't too hot or too cold outside, the sun had shown all day, peeking warmly through curtains and glass fogged over from the outside chill. It had been a relaxing day, and to top it off there wasn't a Garfield in sight.
JB was presumably downstairs studying, or watching movies on the big leather sofa, or playing with the dogs...and Hamin had taken the opportunity of his husband's disinterest in his company to have some well-needed alone time, which was incredibly rare for the two of them. Every waking second glued to each other's side for the past year and a half had given them both a twitch of cabin fever so the majority of their day had been spent apart. Hamin had used the past hour to soak himself in a softly-serenaded, candle-lit tub of rose-petaled water, pampering himself with cherries and strawberry frosting (Straight out of the container). He was thoroughly enjoying the peace and quiet of having no panting dog shedding hair all over him and no panting husband kissing and nuzzling him everywhere--not that Hamin minded that though.
A soft, pleasant sigh parted the brunet's lips as he popped a cherry off it's stem and bit into it. It was such a nice evening.
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JB, on the other hand, was starting to get very bored. There's only so many things you can watch on TV without turning to your best friend with a dumb grin and wanting to make a joke...and being unable to. There's only so many times the dogs can go outside and play and be cute together without turning to your husband with a dumb grin and wanting to comment on it...and being unable to. There's only so many times you can get up to get a snack because you're bored out of your wits without thanking the lord that you were the one making it and not your spouse, turning with a dumb grin to tease about it...and not being able to, damnit.
Let's face it, JB was starting to miss Hamin. It wasn't a feeling he was used to. You'd think after literally waking and falling asleep beside someone for so long, you'd enjoy a few hours to yourself that were very few and far between. When he was at school he was away from Hamin, but he had the distraction of working and busying himself so he didn't think about it...at home, it was odd not to have the familiar form of his husband chilling on the couch beside him, or rubbing against his chest and whining. Or even just absently hearing Hamin's voice drone on in the background (JB didn't always listen to Hamin; let's face it, Hamin just talks too much sometimes).
But JB also didn't do good on his own. He started to get ideas.
And in this case, he started to get ideas about Hamin. After all, the older man was who he was thinking about currently. A small pout grew on the blond's pink lips. Hamin was upstairs singing along to his phone's music list, eating fruit and taking a bath. A bath that JB should be in too! Baths were a joint thing between them, how dare Hamin. He chewed the corner of his lip and started up the stairs, two ecstatic dogs hopping around in his steps and wagging their tails. They'd spent all day bonding with Daddy Number 2 and they were super excited about it.
When he entered the master bedroom, he saw Hamin's hairdryer on the vanity, as well as some hair care oils and products that had been set out for after his bath. The ulzzang was incredibly meticulous about his appearance, no matter the occasion, so it wasn't an uncommon sight for the dresser-mirror to be littered with makeups and paints, and hair products and styling agents. Bracelets, rings, hair pins... Normal occurrences for any model, but with JB, it was really just fuel to the bullying flame. "What a girl," he whispered, smirking.
It was then that two things happened. Simultaneously, JB's eyes locked with a small container of white body powder on the dresser next to a tub of hair gel. It was presumably a type of baby powder, or a scented talc. The second was that he heard Hamin lift a cup from the closed ensuite and dump it over his head, wetting his hair. Perhaps he'd just finished washing it. He could tell from the splashing water and the slight pause in Hamin's humming.
An evil, evil grin split across JB's face. He'd have to be quick to make this work.
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Hamin exited the bathroom in a cloud of vaporous steam and wearing a leisurely smile. He'd started the shower up last minute to rinse the over-powering scent of bath product off of him, leaving him very lightly scented and very, very happy. His hair was plastered to his scalp, water droplets clinging to his pale body, and clad in only a towel draped around his waist. "Hey, Bummie," he greeted when seeing JB lounging overly-casually against the doorway. The model had seen that mischievous light dancing in his husband's eyes before, and while his suspicions raised the slightest bit, a calmer smile tilted his lips when JB replied.
"Hi, baby, how was your bath?"
His smile grew a little. "Ah, very, very pleasant. How were the dogs?"
JB smiled sweetly. "Ah, very, very, pleasant."
JB's mimicry earned him a weird look shot from the corner of Hamin's eye. What was his problem? The doors to the walk-in closet were opened by wet hands and Hamin dressed in a short, dark blue robe, tying it loosely around his middle. It was too late in the evening to actually find day-clothes anyway. "Hmmm. Does this mean our alone time is over then?"
JB's eyes were very carefully trained away from the dresser and focused on Hamin. He shrugged casually, quirking an eyebrow. "Just came to check up on you."
Hamin sat in front of the vanity and started running a brush through his hair, focusing on the menial task rather than putting a lot of effort into encouraging the small banter between the two of them. If JB wanted to be awkward and lurky then that was fiiiiine by him. Hair oil was spritzed over wet locks, and a facial cleanser was applied to an already glowing complexion. JB's unmoving stare was starting to unnerve him. Hamin's voice was gentle. "As you can see, I'm perfectly heavenly, baby," he picked up the hair dryer and plugged it in, watching himself in the mirror, vain cat prince that he is.
"Soft angel, nae," JB replied, finally pushing off the door frame. A pink tongue darted out to wet his lips. It was the moment of truth. The thing he'd been waiting for. The perfect lighting, the perfect scene, no artist could ask for better clay.
A final brush ran through Hamin's wetted locks , pulling his bangs onto his forehead to help style his normal look. His throat softly cleared and he set down the brush, eyes downcast. Then the button was pushed up to turn on the dryer.
The soft roar of the machine instantly started, but it was the last thing that JB noticed. Everything seemed to go quiet to him, everything was in super slow motion. In the split second the dryer sputtered to life the wind pushed a good half cup of white powder all over Hamin's face at the speed of the machine's wind. A choked gasp of surprise was all that was heard as the machine was instantly kill-switched by the ulzzang, a surprised cry following soon after. Hamin's mouth had dropped open in shock.
White talc clung in a mask to his face and clumped strands of his hair, dusting across his blue robe and littered across his neck. the inside of his mouth had received a small portion of the talc, causing him to hack a little as the dryer dropped out of his grip and thumped against the hard wood of their bedroom.
Seconds ticked by in silence, Hamin wondering what the fuck just happened and JB in shock that it'd actually worked.
The younger man couldn't have asked for a more beautiful execution. At the stunned look on his spouse's face he burst into loud, happy laughter, falling back against the door frame and stumbling as he tried to catch his balance. Hamin's stupefied expression slowly turned from the mirror, swiveling in the chair to stare at his mate.
"Wh-wh...I-I don't..." was all he stammered out, bewildered as he was, face still etched with dumb shock. But as he watched his husband guffaw and whine for air, clawing at the wood of the door, felinic eyes narrowed. JB had done this? JB. Of course JB. A dark growl snarled from Hamin's lips.
In the blink of an eye the cat-like man had jumped up and ran towards the other. At the same time, the blond released a shriek and fled out of the room, bolting into the guest bedroom and slammed the door shut, where he knew he'd be spending the next night if he was a smart man. Which he was.
The door clicked locked and a fit of evil giggles passed JB's lips again. He leaned against the door, covering over his mouth with his hands. An angry fist banged loudly on the door, an even more enraged voice yelling from the other side. Hamin sounded absolutely pissed. "OPEN THE DOOR BUMMIE!!! OPEN IT NOW!"
It was so perfect. The look on his face. JB gasped for air and collapsed on the bed, clawing at the sheets. He wished he had recorded it or taken a picture.
"I WILL SLICE OFF YOUR NUTSACK WITH A BOX CUTTER IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR.
"...BUMMIE!!!
"NOW!!!!!!!!!! BUMMIE OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!!!!"
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