[ He could only think of the scandal. The rumors. He enjoyed the privacy of their relationship, but he wasn't actively keeping it form people. Still, it'd be nice to steal a kiss goodbye at the airport, and have the tabloids pick it up. He'd be interested in seeing what they'd have to say. He'd be interested to see the pictures. He knew they could never fully capture the way JJ felt about Otabek. His fans would go wild. They always did anytime he managed to get a selfie with the two of them together. The selfies with the subtly sappy descriptions - and things like #myhero and #kingandhero littering them. ]
I am.
[ He seems to insist. He almost melts when Otabek calls him that. Even though it is, technically, his name - everyone called him JJ. Otabek was pretty much the only person he knew who called him Jean. He loved it. It made him feel loved and at ease in a way different from anyone else. He rested his chin on his palm. Although he wants to protest on who is the luckiest some more, he settles with: ]
I'm glad I can.
[ He resumed eating. After all, he still had gifts that he wanted to give him. ]
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I am.
[ He seems to insist. He almost melts when Otabek calls him that. Even though it is, technically, his name - everyone called him JJ. Otabek was pretty much the only person he knew who called him Jean. He loved it. It made him feel loved and at ease in a way different from anyone else. He rested his chin on his palm. Although he wants to protest on who is the luckiest some more, he settles with: ]
I'm glad I can.
[ He resumed eating. After all, he still had gifts that he wanted to give him. ]