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“Detention again, Na Jaemin?”
Jaemin suppresses a sigh, instead choosing to run his fingers through his messy hair. He’s no stranger to the detention classroom, which he frequents almost as often as his classes. They label him a delinquent, but he calls himself a rebel – what are rules made for, if not to be broken? He can’t care less about what they think, or what they whisper behind his back.
To him, the concept of school is a waste of time anyway.
The owner of the voice clears his throat and Jaemin snaps out of his reverie, gaze falling upon him. It’s Huang Renjun, student council president and every teacher’s dream student – rumour has it that he’s never gotten anything below an A throughout high school. Ironed blazer, crisp white shirt, pressed tie and gold-rimmed spectacles, not even a strand of hair out of place. In short, he’s everything that Jaemin is not.
He is immaculate.
And Jaemin wants nothing more than to ruin that.
He wants to see him flustered, wants to poke slowly but surely at his weaknesses until he caves, wants to see him completely undone.
“I’m honestly not even surprised at this point,” Renjun utters, words dripping with contempt. “All you know how to do is get into trouble.” His words are followed by a haughty tilt of the head.
But Jaemin is barely paying attention to what Renjun is saying, as his gaze falls upon the latter’s pretty pink lips. Slowly, the corner of his mouth curves upwards into a smirk. Something predatory flickers in his eyes.
“You know, I can find a better use for that mouth of yours.”
Renjun arches a brow and makes to answer but Jaemin is faster, grabbing onto Renjun’s collar and pulling him closer, before shoving his mouth forcefully against his own. Instinctively, his other hand goes up to hold the back of Renjun’s head, as he brazenly shoves his tongue into Renjun’s mouth, devouring every inch of it. Renjun’s mouth is warm and soft and he tastes like mint, and Jaemin is hyperaware of every erratic exhale he lets out, hot against his skin.
After what seems like an eternity, Jaemin breaks the kiss, revelling in the sight before him. Strait-laced council president Huang Renjun is no more; in his place is a boy with his glasses askew, shirt untidy, blazer crumpled, and hair mussed. His eyes are glassy and unfocused, and Jaemin delights in seeing the other’s swollen, reddish lips. Jaemin smiles, leans down and presses another kiss to Renjun’s lips, this time feather-light. Then he moves to pull away, but not before swiping a playful tongue across the other boy’s lips.
Jaemin takes a step back to admire his masterpiece.
“I guess you’re right. All I know how to do is to get into trouble.” With a wink, Jaemin turns and leaves the classroom, taking the last bit of Renjun’s sanity with him.