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“Was that intentional?” Renjun stopped short. He threw a glare to the ceiling and counted to ten before turning around.
“Was what intentional?” He asked sharply.
“The shoes.” Jaemin said with a smirk on his god awful lips.
Renjun looked down, and stared at them in confusion, they were the same. It wasn’t like he put on two different pairs this morning. Before he could continue contemplating what Jaemin meant, he was getting flicked in the forehead.
“Made you look. But you are wearing the same shoes as me. Did you finally realise your style is shit and decide to take pointers from a person with a good taste in clothing?” Jaemin asked in false curiosity. Renjun glared at him.
“Can you not be a bitch today? Like I might actually kill myself.” Renjun said sarcastically, his eyes deadpan.
“I think you have got the bitchiness down.” Jaemin said, but Renjun was already turning around and tossing his middle finger up over his back.
Renjun angrily detangled his headphones (Jaemin had mocked him for having wired headphones last week), but he refused to get the wireless ones because then he would be admitting defeat to Jaemin.
Donghyuck turned a corner and aligned next to him on the sidewalk, and Renjun slowed his power walk enough to be at a comfortable pace.
“Is there any way you two could get along? Like, you are friends with me and Jeno, and Jaemin is friends with Jeno and me, and I’m friends with you, Jaemin, AND Jeno. It is just you two that don’t get along.”
“I still don’t understand how you can even tolerate being in the same room as him, let alone how Jeno even lives with him.” Renjun scoffed in disgust.
“Maybe it is because he is actually not that bad?” Donghyuck said, glaring at him slightly, the glare a mother would send her kid for making a rude face to another kid.
“You are incorrect.” Renjun said as he started walking up the stairs to the apartment. There is just not a chance in hell Renjun would even allow himself to associate himself with such an obnoxious little shit. “Anyways, Mark is throwing a party tonight. Are we going?”
“‘Are we going’? Of course we are going, he gets the best booze in the grade.” Donghyuck said in excitement.
“He isn’t in our grade.” Renjun said plainly.
“Go take a nap, you are being a bitch. I will wake you up so you have time to get ready.
~~~
Donghyuck did not wake him up in time for him to get ready, and he was stuck doing his makeup in the car after lacing up his converse. Baggy jeans, a striped shirt and a jacket called for minimal makeup, but he did give himself a gem in the corner of his eye to match the eyeliner.
“Can you call Jaemin and tell him that we are almost there to pick him up?” Donghyuck asked, ignoring the look Renjun gave him. “Don’t give me that look, I just need you to do the dialing. I can do the talking.”
Renjun sighed, but pulled out his phone. He quickly handed Donghyuck the phone once he heard the first ring. Renjun stared off into the darkness outside the car window. He hadn’t noticed that they had stopped in front of Jaemin and Jenos apartment until his head was dropping as the door was flung open.
“Scoot over, bitch. Jeno is taking the front.” Jaemin roughly started shoving his way over into the seat. Jeno and Donghyuck made eye contact in the front. Renjun and Jaemin made it a point to ignore them. Renjun admired Jaemin’s outfit from the side of his eye. Renjun may hate the guy, but he does have a sense of taste.
White T-Shirt, black leather jacket, black ripped jeans, chains and cross earrings. Good God he looks hot. If Renjun didn’t want to shove his foot down his throat everytime he opened his mouth Renjun might even find him attractive. He is just so fucking obnoxious.
“Don’t call me a bitch, bitch.” Renjun scoffed but scooted over. “I don’t understand how you can be such an obnoxious person. Has all of the bleach in your hair finally gotten to your brain?” Renjun’s pre-game drinks had successfully turned his filter off and any of the snide remarks were making their way out of his mouth before he could even think about it. Luckily, Jaemin snipped back just as quickly so it isn’t entirely Renjun’s fault.
“He says as if he didn’t get his hair dyed last week.” Jaemin scoffed right back.
“Awe, he’s paying attention to me.” Renjun coed. “Hear that Donghyuck, Jaemin over here is paying attention to me!”
“Renjun, stop being a bitch.” Donghyuck scolded. Renjun pouted.
“Yeah, Renjun, stop being a bitch.” Jaemin smirked over to him, but yelped when Jeno chucked a water bottle back at his head. “Jeeze, sorry Mom.”
Jeno glared at him.
The rest of the ride was in a tense silence, each of them occasionally talking sips out of their starter drinks. The music was quiet, much to Renjun’s dismay. Music is always a good tension releaser.
“Aight everybody, we are here. I’d like for us all to meet up before 1. We are getting an Uber home, so get as plastered as you want, but be considerate to others, please?” Jeno went through his usual ‘be good, have morals’ speech, and then they dispersed. Jeno and Jaemin pairing off before disappearing into the crowd.
Renjun got handed a drink. And then another. And then another, when things started tasting like colors and colors started sounding like strawberries, Renjun deemed it time for him to slow down a bit. He was loopy on his feet and his eyes were drooping half closed. He was hanging off of somebody's shoulder, a half empty red solo cup in one hand, and the nape of a pretty stranger in his palm as he got kissed silly against the wall.
Bodies were swarming around them, constantly moving to and fro, the Pretty Stranger had slotted his knee in between his thighs and Renjun rutted down against him. He and whomever that was parted ways, and Renjun was back to grinding his ass against everyone in the mosh pit in the center of the room.
“I didn’t know Renjun knew how to be such a whore. I saw you getting it on with some nameless over there.” Renjun glowered immediately at the voice that was coming from over his shoulder. Perfect lips pressed almost to his ear because of how loud the music was.
“Don’t talk to me like that, when you go home with someone new every week.” Renjun scoffed out.
“Hey, I am not shaming anyone. I am proud of you. I was worried you didn’t know how to suck dick, with how much of a prude you are.” Jaemin clapped mockingly, and Renjun just sighed and turned back into the crowd. “I’m here for a reason. Donghyuck sent me. It is just about time to go home.” Renjun stopped, turned and grudgingly walked over.
“You could have started with that, you know.” Renjun said, stepping over some freshie passed out on the floor in the hallway.
“Where is the fun in that?” Jaemin asked without making eye contact. The strong jawline was oh so prominent when Jaemin was stretching his neck out to see over the crowd as he weaved in and out of the people in his way.
“Must you make my life a living hell? Is that all you strive for in life? Maybe give the scholarship to someone more worthy of the place.” Renjun knew it was a low blow, he knew Jaemin was wickedly smart. But he didn’t take anything back, because immediately Jaemin said:
“At least I actually got here on a scholarship and not on my dad’s dime.”
They both saw how Jenos and Donghyuck’s faces fell as the sound of their bickering reached their ears.
They just sighed and led them out the door. Renjun passed out against the window, and there was no reviving him until morning.
~~~
When Renjun awoke, it was to someone cussing out their phone. Renjun turned over groggily, but stopped short when his right hand didn’t follow him. He also notices that he was not in his bed, nor his apartment. He opened his eyes to check what was the matter, and his brain took way too long to comprehend the handcuffs on his wrist.
It took him slightly less time to realise that it was Jaemin cussing out his phone, and even less time to realise that on the other side of the cuffs, was Jaemin’s wrist.
“Oh, what the fuck?” Renjun asked, and Jaemin turned to him. His face turned sour.
“Well, good morning, sleeping fucking beauty. Jeno, why don’t you tell Renjun here why we are handcuffed together and locked in the apartment?” Jaemin sent him a saccharine sweet smile and Jeno sighed over the phone.
“Apparently, drunk Jeno and Donghyuck were sick of y’alls shit. Slightly unconventional, but neither me nor Donghyuck feel like going back on it. So, you guys, uh..Get to spend the day together. Very together. We will come by tomorrow morning to unlock you two, so play nice, because you have the whole day together.” Jeno ended the call.
Throughout said call, Jaemin had yet to stop smiling, but his eyes were poison.
“So yeah. We get to be the best of friends for today.” Jaemin said in that god awful preschool teacher voice.
Renjun paled.
“I...I need to pee.” Renjun said while avoiding all sense of contact with Jaemin.
“Yeah, same. Needed to for the past hour, but because I am so nice, I let you sleep in.” Jaemin tossed him a fake smile.
“How considerate.” Renjun deadpanned. Renjun gave up on trying to figure out how to make it out of the bathroom without Jaemin seeing his dick after coming up empty for long enough. “So...Do you want to go first?...Or..” Renjun trailed off.
Jaemin groaned, his head tilting back.
“Never, preferably. But I will go first.” Renjun sent a quick thanks to the abyss upstairs and then started untangling himself from all of the bedsheet. Well, the best he could with only one hand, and the deadweight of the other. Renjun sighed when he finally got his legs free. But the similarity of this and walking off of his bed without detaching his headphones was eerily similar.
After falling on his ass and trying his best not to cry in frustration as Jaemin laughed at him, he stood up and brushed himself off.
“Could you possibly hurry?” Renjun huffed.
“I could.”
“You are a dick.” Renjun was trying to hide the toe dance he has been doing since he stood up.
“Fine, fine. I am not going to have you pissing your pants out of a little game. Jesus.” Jaemin laughed as he stood up, slightly dragging Renjun along with him as he made his way to the bathroom.
They stood in front of the mirror before Jaemin coughed awkwardly.
“So..Uh...Just, like, grab onto my wrist or something to keep your hand out of the way.” Jaemin said. Renjun nodded, wincing and turning his eyes away, even though they were squeezed tight.
Renjun tried to disappear to his happy place, but as a college student, he didn’t have much of a happy place at the moment. Renjun couldn’t deny that he was curious. Jaemin was big in stature. Broad shoulders and strong jawline made Renjun want to see if the rest followed the pattern. But Renjun’s desire to keep his pride outweighed his curiosity.
He almost flinched when he heard it, but he really just zoned out after that. Only once Renjun heard the zipper of Jaemin’s jeans did he open his eyes again. Renjun opened one eye to Jaemin, jolting when he saw that Jaemin was already staring expectantly at him.
Renjun sighed and he switched places with Jaemin. Everything happened in a very similar fashion, and Renjun could have jumped with joy when it was all over.
They stood in front of the living room in tense silence.
“Do you want to order food?” Renjun asked, arching a brow up curiously as Jaemin gawked at him in horror.
“Are you serious? There is not a chance in hell that I am eating absolute filth. Do you want my complexion looking like I survive on onion rings and fries?!” Jaemin was flailing his arms around and whisper-shouting.
“Uh...I mean, I didn’t know that was a problem. I usually just get a McMuffin or something on the way to class.” Renjun said, avoiding eye contact even though he had literally nothing to be embarrassed about.
Jaemin was staring back at him, deadpan, and then he sighed in defeat.
“You poor poor boy. It is an absolute wonder you don’t look like a bloated hippo half of the time.” Jaemin shook his head somberly. Renjun gasped.
“Half of the time?!” He screeched.
Jaemin smirked and just started leading a blabbering Renjun into the kitchen. Renjun followed (not like he had a choice in the matter, Jaemin could easily force him into moving). Jaemin managed to pull out half of the fridge with one hand and easily started arranging everything on the counter.
“There is an odd swiftness to the way you are moving around with half of you incopasitated like this.” Renjun said in thinly veiled awe.
“I am used to functioning with only one hand available.” Jaemin smirked at the shocked squeak Renjun let out, scooting as far away from that hand and wherever it had been. “Ok, I am going to need you to hold my wrist again. I can’t very well cut anything with your hand just flopping around in my way.” Renjun reluctantly wrapped his fingers around the side of Jaemin’s wrist.
Renjun hovered around him like a shadow, but he was lost in his mind, Jaemin humming was almost inaudible to him. He snapped back into reality when he felt his arm get tugged down. He looked down to see Jaemin sitting crisscrossed on the floor, omelette sitting on his legs. He looked up at Renjun expectantly.
“Yours is on the counter.” He said simply. Renjun nodded, grabbed it, and eased himself to the floor the best he could without dropping all of his food on the floor.
They ate in silence the majority of the time, neither of them having free hands to hold their phones and eat at the same time. Eventually, Renjun broke the silence.
“Why do you hate me?” He asked cautiously. They had been fairly neutral all morning, and Renjun was risking that all right now. Jaemin realized this too. He looked at him weirdly.
“Why do you hate me?” Jaemin asked back.
“Because you hate me.” Renjun said.
“When did I ever say I hated you?” Jaemin asked curiously.
Renjun stopped. If he really thought about it, he couldn’t recall a single time Jaemin actually said he hated Renjun. Jaemin’s eyebrows raised expectantly.
“Well, I mean, you sure seem like you hate me.” Renjun said as he looked away in defeat.
“You piss me off to high hell, but that doesn’t mean I hate you. I simply can not stand the fact that you are everybody's favorite person for literally no reason.” Jaemin said simply.
“I am nobody’s favorite person.” Renjun said, just as simply.
“That’s the other thing. The self depreciation. A little confidence and self love can bring you a long way. As out of character for me to say this to you, I feel like it needs to be said. You are hot. And you are pretty nice to those you think deserve it. There are more people who have you picked as their favorite person for you to say that nobody has you picked as their favorite. It pisses me off.” Jaemin huffed out.
“And all you do is fuck your way around half of the school to get into everybody’s good will.” Renjun spat back.
“I really don’t. The last person I even kissed was like three months ago.” Jaemin said, closing his eyes.
Renjun looked at him in confusion.
“But…?” Renjun led cautiously.
“People say things, Renjun. And when you are the campus’ designated whore, people use your name for clout.” Oh. Renjun looked away in shame.
“Oh.” Was all Renjun said.
Jaemin showed a small smile, but his eyes stayed closed. The smile wasn’t sad, per say. But it looked a little sardonic. They sat like that in silence for a minute, before Jaemin sighed and pulled his knees under him to stand up.
“Can we go watch TV? I am bored and I frankly don’t want to just sit here until tomorrow morning.” Jaemin said, looking down at him. His eyes were very neutral, and Renjun didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. Renjun nodded and stood up. He allowed himself to be pulled into the living room, forced to lean onto Jaemin since he got the corner seat.
“I hope you like anime.” Renjun looked over to Jaemin to see him smiling, but not quite at him.
“I mean, I don’t hate it. But I don’t usually watch TV anyways.” Renjun said. Jaemin nodded.
Jaemin clicked onto some action anime with big boobed girls and too many guns. Renjun zoned out a little bit, lost in whatever his imagination was going to supply for him. That is, until Jaemin leaned over, pecked him on the lips, and then moved back into his original position so fast Renjun could have blinked and missed it.
They sat in silence for a second. Both stock straight, and staring at the TV, though neither were paying any attention to what was happening on the screen. Renjun took a breath, held it, exhaled, and then threw caution to the wind and climbed onto Jaemins lap and hooked the fingers of his one hand into the hair at the nape of Jaemin’s neck.
Jaemin’s free hand found its way to his hip, and his handcuffed hand grasped around Renjuns. Renjun’s head turned so their noses wouldn’t bump, and the clash of teeth at the beginning had subsided into nothing and all that was left was the wet slide of Jaemin’s lips on his.
Renjun exhaled against him, and pulled back just enough to rest his forehead on Jaemins.
“So. What was that all about?” Renjun puffed against his lips, stealing as many tiny pecks as he could before Jaemin responded.
“Does it matter? I got sick of acting like this hasn’t been on both of our minds all day so far.” Renjun wasn’t denying anything as he swooped back down to suck Jaemin’s tongue into his mouth.
Renjun’s hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they gyrated down against Jaemin’s, Jaemin’s hand on his hip pulling him down faster. Renjun gasped against his lips and mewled out quietly as he ground himself down harder at the friction.
“Renjun. Renjun. Stop for a sec. If you don’t stop we are going to end up fucking.” Jaemin was feebly trying to ease his face away from Renjun, but all attempts were practically void at the way Jaemin’s hips were still thrusting up against his ass.
“Is that a problem?” Renjun asked, sassy. Jaemin groaned at a particularly harsh grind down against his cock straining in his jeans.
“N-no, not if it isn’t for you.” Jaemin’s head was thrown back against the back of the couch and he was jolting whenever Renjun would drop himself back down against him.
“Good. Because frankly right now I couldn’t care less if you hated my guts.” Jaemin whimpered when Renjun climbed off of him, hips still bouncing up into nothing. Renjun pulled Jaemin up and over to the bedroom. “Please fucking tell me you have lube in here. Condoms?” Renjun looked over his shoulder expectantly. He uttered a little ‘thank fuck’ when Jaemin nodded over to the nighstand.
They shed their pants on the way into the room, best they could with only one hand. The shirts would have to stay, since there really was no way to get them off of eachother.
Once Renjun had retrieved the lube and condoms from the top drawer, he layed back and pulled Jaemin on top of him. Their lips met in the middle and Renjun mewled as Jaemins fingers found their way up his shirt and onto his nipples. His back arched up and he gasped into Jaemin’s mouth as he huffed out a chuckle at Renjun’s sensitivity.
Their chins were sloppy and covered in saliva and their hair was a mess. Jaemin’s hand was finding its way down Renjun’s front, and Renjun hiccuped a choked off moan when Jaemin closed his fingers tightly around his dick. Renjun thrusted weakly into Jaemin’s palm and sobbed at the pressure.
“Fuck, come on.” Renjun cursed out at Jaemin, who just laughed again and spun him around onto his front. Their conjoined arms had Renjuns arm around his back as Jaemin held him in place, face down with it.
“Impatient. You are going to need to get a handle on the Renjunnie. Can’t have you mouthing off on me, now can we. Now, hold your other ass cheek appart.” Renjun flushed at the bluntness in Jaemin’s tone, but did as he was told. His face fell further into the mattress as his only other form of support was left to hold his ass open.
Renjun gasped and jerked away when he felt the lube drip directly down the cleft of his ass. He felt Jaemin’s fingers scoop up what he could, and let it drip directly onto his hole.
“Look at how smooth. Do you shave, Renjunnie?” Renjun couldn’t tell if Jaemin was mocking him or not, but for the fear that Jaemin might stop without a response, he just moaned and nodded into the pillow, arching his back to present himself better.
Jaemin laughed, but started circling his hole with his pointer finger, before sliding it in all at once. Renjun mewled at the sudden intrusion, but rolled his hips back at the familiar burn along his inner walls. Jaemin slid his finger out far enough to slip a second one in with it, and Renjun sobbed as each thrust brushed against his prostate. By three fingers he was doing more of the moving than Jaemin was, and he was pretty sure if any more of this continued, he would come before he got Jaemin’s dick in his ass.
Of course, once he voiced this much, Jaemin curled his fingers around just right, pulling a gut wrenching moan from Renjun, before retracting his fingers all together. Renjun whined and pleaded, for what he doesn’t fully know. More or less, just something.
Jaemin kept his hand planted on Renjun’s ass as he used his other hand to pull a condom up to his teeth to rip open and slide over his dick.
After scooping up some of the lube that had slid down Renjun’s thighs and coating his throbbing dick in it, he lined himself up after whispering a quick warning into Renjun’s neck. He moved slowly, much to Renjun’s dismay. He didn’t want to walk tomorrow, and slow and easy was not the way to go about that.
Renjun pushed his hips back against Jaemin and moaned as Jaemin lurched into him fully with a quick groan. Jaemin recentered himself after the rapid increase in stimulation.
“Fuck me. Come on, I am not going to break, Jaemin.” Renjun kept pushing his ass back on Jaemin’s dick the best he could with his face still pressed into the pillows. Jaemin grasped Renjun’s ass before pulling out almost to the tip before he slammed himself back inside the all encompassing warmth.
“Jesus fuck, Renjun. Your ass feels amazing.” Jaemin panted against his neck as his hips continued to rock into Renjun. Renjun was left whining, even though he would usually be scoffing at the oh so original compliment. But with Jaemin’s ridiculously large dick splitting his ass open, all he could focus on was not coming too soon.
“I swear to god, Jaemin. Shut your fucking mouth and just focus on fucking me.” Jaemin laughed, but he obeyed Renjun’s command and after that, the only sounds left in the room were the disgusting squelch of lubed skin against skin, and the heavy pants of two horny twenty year olds.
Renjun knew Jaemin was close the second his hips stuttered in their rhythm for the first time, and Renjun finally allowed the warmth in his belly to start pooling up. Renjun’s moans started increasing in pitch and volume, till he was just left whining and writhing against the stimulation.
Jaemin gasped and Renjun thrusted forward when Jaemins hand closed around his dick again, and started pumping at him in time with his thrusts. All it took was Renjun tightening his walls around Jaemin for him to pound into him three last times before milking himself into the condom.
They were left gasping for breath around each other, and Renjun’s arm was cramping after being held behind his back for so long. Renjun whined as Jaemin started pulling out of him, and he winced at the feeling of the lube falling out of him in globs.
“C’mon. We gotta get you cleaned up a bit.” Jaemin sighed out as he heaved Renjun up and onto the floor to help get him to the bathroom without completely falling over.
Renjun was dozing off against the bathroom counter as Jaemin wiped him clean.
They were out before they even got wrapped up in the blanket, Renjun curling into Jaemin’s broad chest, and Jaemin wrapping his arm around Renjun’s torso.
~~~~~
“Awe, Jen, look. They’re….They don’t have pants on.”