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There was nothing fun about college.
Pitch Perfect lied, and so did countless other college-centric Korean dramas that have gone famous the previous year. At least, that was what Renjun could say for himself. Ever since he moved into his dorms last year, he's always been either hunched up over his textbooks close to tears, or tagging along with his roommates to attend parties whose hosts he didn't know at all. He barely even sleeps, so the only friends that he has (which also, of course, happen to be his roommates) perfectly understand the attitude he carries around most of the time.
This party in particular wasn't even close to being fun. It was so boring, in fact, that a bunch of people have resorted to playing truth or dare on the floor of a random room in the second floor. Truth or dare! Who does that these days?
And Renjun was so bored that he agreed to play.
"Is no one else going to join?" Mark, a friend of the host, asked enthusiastically, like this was the highlight of the party. It might as well have been.
Yangyang placed an empty Bud Light bottle in the middle of the circle. "Everyone else is downstairs," he said matter-of-factly, like Mark was stupid for asking. "You didn't exactly make an announcement that we would be here."
Just as he said that, as if on a comical cue, the door to the room opened and in came peeking a head full of black hair. With the lamp at the far end of the room being the only source of lighting (Jaemin and Donghyuck both turned it off earlier "to set the mood"), it was hard to make out who the person was. Renjun squinted.
"Jeno!" Donghyuck called out beside his ear, making him flinch with the volume of his friend's voice. The guy stepped away from the door and towards the circle, looking around like he was deciding where to sit.
Jeno? Renjun tilted his head to the right in slight wonder — Jeno as in the guy who was supposed to be one of his roommates but left the campus dorms to live in a solo condo unit? Jeno as in the guy everyone talks about?
He couldn't blame said everyone, though. The only few times they met, the older was in awe of the younger. He came in their would-have-been dorm room with a smile not only on his lips but also on his eyes, and that would have been enough to put anyone on the edge.
Right now, though, Renjun couldn't care less about the person who could have saved him from either Jaemin or Donghyuck (one came because Jeno left, though he didn't know which). He just wanted to go home, and he couldn't because Jaemin, tonight's designated driver, obviously had no plans just yet to leave.
Jeno's eyes landed on the very person who had just been thinking about him a split second ago, though their eyes didn't meet because the latter was already looking away lazily. Fighting a small smile, he situated himself between Mark and Yangyang, just opposite Renjun.
The game started after the second try; apparently the bottle wasn't fully empty so when it was turned the first time, liquid splashed weakly around, causing an eruption of complaints and profanities that everyone but Renjun laughed off. He wiped his forearms on his pants with a frown.
Jeno watched him, tempted to toss over the handkerchief in his back pocket for the smaller to use, but he decided against it.
The rules, apparently, were that the question had to come from the person at the other end of the bottle, but the dare had to come from everyone in the circle. So when the mouth of the bottle pointed towards Mark and he chose truth, Donghyuck bravely asked him, "Would you date me?"
"Would I date you?" he echoed with a humorous laugh, to which the other nodded to clarify that that was, in fact, what he had asked. Everyone ooh'd as a collective. "I mean . . . I don't know?"
"Not a valid answer." Hyuck shrugged, implying that he wasn't going to accept any indefinite answers. He was obviously shooting his shot, and everyone was here to witness it.
"I guess I don't see why not?" Mark earned a stare and a cocked eyebrow in return, making him sigh and close his eyes. "Okay. Sure. Yes, I would." Everyone cheered, the source of the question sitting back completely pleased with himself while the person who answered rubbed his thumb and index finger on the lobe of his ears in embarrassment.
The game continued on like that for another few minutes, the tip of the bottle seemingly avoiding Renjun, much to his satisfaction. The only reason he joined the game was because the only two people he knew in the party were joining — he wanted to have the least involvement as possible. That was why he groaned so hard that it hurt his throat when, ten minutes into the game, the receiving end of the bottle slowed and stopped right in front of his shoes (as if the earth heard his silent celebration and decided to prove him wrong).
Jeno was on the other side, feeling his heart beat out of his chest as he thanked the heavens that it was dark in the room. God forbid everyone saw how hot and red his face probably was.
"Truth or dare?" he asked the older in the most normal voice he could muster.
Renjun answered lazily, "Truth." Just because it was easier.
The younger took two seconds to come up with a question: "What's your favorite part of my body?"
Everyone erupted in laughter and ooh's, eager to hear what Renjun had to say. But even he didn't know what he was supposed to say to that.
What was his favorite part about the stranger's body? It wasn't like he's seen a lot of it. He knew for a fact that the boy had abs, since people liked to talk about it on their way home from his volleyball games, but that was hardly the appropriate answer. Besides, he hasn't seen it for himself, anyway. It could be his face — his entire face as a whole. Or his smile. Why was he even thinking it through to this extent? Just say one thing and go.
He had nice eyes, too . . . . His eyes . . . .
"The mole," Renjun answered quietly, his voice not going unheard because everyone was listening intently. "Under your eye."
Silence. Suddenly the game didn't seem so boring anymore for both parties, and suddenly it felt so hot in the airconditioned room. The two of them maintained eye contact for four short seconds, but it felt like minutes to them. Renjun's eyes had long since adjusted to the dark, so now he could see the other's face quite clearly. (He would never willingly admit out loud that if given a longer time to decide, he would have been able to list more things than just the mole.)
And then everyone cheered teasingly, Jaemin shaking up Renjun excitedly while Yangyang shoved Jeno playfully, who gave up a smile in return. The older, however, forced any emotion off his face because he knew that if he didn't they would just tease more.
"Okay, next!" Mark said, reaching forward to spin the bottle again. Everyone watched quietly as the bottle picked up the pace before gradually slowing down and stopping . . . right at Renjun's feet again. He made a sound in complaint.
"Truth!" he said immediately before Jeno could ask him, but Donghyuck wagged a finger at him.
"You can't choose two truths consecutively," he tutted his stressed out friend with humor in his voice, like he was finding this funny. Renjun was certain that he was.
"Then I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" he grumbled, making everyone laugh. Jeno stayed quiet, knowing that he was at the receiving end just as much as Renjun was.
"What did he say was his favorite part of Jeno?" Shotaro asked, a knowing smile on his face as he waited for the answer that everyone knew.
"The mole under his eye!" Like it was a goddamn cheer practice.
Renjun's stomach turned when Donghyuck whispered something in the ear of the person to his right, and the message passed around the entire circle save for him and Jeno. If it came from Hyuck, it was sure to be a reason to prefer leaving.
"Okay!" Mark blurted out with a laugh as the message got to his ear, his face perked up like it always was. On a good day, Renjun would have found him cute. Adorable even.
It wasn't a good day, obviously.
"The mole under his eye," Mark repeated, "we dare you to kiss it."
Kiss it?!
Renjun whipped his head to his right where the mastermind of the childish dare sat — his roommate looked right back, parading a plastic sickly sweet glint in his teasing eyes as he jutted his lower lip out. This little —
"Come on, we haven't got all night."
Renjun's head then turned towards the boy sitting opposite him in the circle. Everyone else's eyes landed on Jeno, too, and he could just feel the suppressed cheer from the crowd.
"Huh?" the older said stupidly. Donghyuck giggled beside him, earning him an elbow right at the rib — he winced and stayed quiet.
"They said kiss it," Jeno continued cheekily, placing his index finger right on his mole and giving the supposed kisser a small smile. "So kiss it."
"Are you serious right now?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Oh so now the room is quiet, Renjun thought to himself in annoyance (and slight panic). It wasn't like it was a big deal — he'd done much more than just kiss people's faces, so this should have been easy.
So why isn't it? Because it's Jeno! And what about it? Yeah, what about it? Renjun has kissed people hotter than Jeno (or were they, really?) — gone to the next level, even — so it shouldn't matter now.
With that thought in his head, he pushed himself down on all fours (not bothering to stand up and just walk) and crawled towards the other side of the circle, ignoring the eager audience and just wanting to get this over with. He was for sure leaving after this.
Jeno watched him quietly, an unreadable expression on his face. It was because his heart was begging to jump out of his chest, and he was trying his very best not to let it show. Renjun didn't even so much as suspect that the boy was feeling anything like that — he continued to close the gap between them, everyone holding their breaths.
But he stopped mid-way and pulled his face back. Jeno looked at him in confusion as he stared at the younger's face as if scrutinizing it, his eyes squinted. What he did next made Jeno's heart jump so suddenly that he almost gasped. Good thing his lips were sealed.
Renjun held the boy's face in place by placing his thumb on his chin and the index finger supporting under it. Jeno was embarrassed with the way his insides felt like they were switching positions.
It was just that . . . this pretty blonde boy was so close to him, and although his action probably meant nothing to him, it felt intimate to Jeno. The younger was not at all used to this kind of interaction, despite what everyone says about his sex life. Or his stupid love life, even. The upside of this was that he got to see how pretty this man was up close, since he probably won't ever have the chance to talk to him after this.
"He can't find the mole! Flashlight!" Jaemin announced loudly, making Renjun flinch and fall backwards, much to Jeno's dismay. A handful of people fumbled around with their phones and shone several flashlights towards the latter's face which made his pupils contract even more than they already were.
Renjun stared wordlessly like a senseless little kid. It was one thing to see Jeno's face in the dark; it was a whole other thing to be sitting in front of him with the light shining on his features. If anyone was tasked to find a flaw in this boy's face, they would die unsuccessful. Now how was he supposed to bring himself to kiss it?
"You okay?" the oblivious boy asked Renjun, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Guys get the light off my face, it hurts my eyes." Both of them thanked the gods that everyone obliged.
Renjun got at it again — he leaned into Jeno's face, both holding their breaths, and tilted his head to the left. He was moving excruciatingly slow, so once he got to his senses, he planted his lips right where he remembered the tiny mole to be.
When Jeno closed his eyes instinctively, his lashes brushed up against the top of Renjun's lip, making the latter shudder.
He immediately crawled back to his previous spot after doing the dare, the cheers of everyone around him going unnoticed as he tried to calm his wildly beating heart. He was convinced that if someone turned on the lights, they would be able to see his heart beating through his chest. Why is my heart doing this? he asked himself, denying the answer that was already at the back of his head.
He had a crush on Jeno for the shortest time when he saw the boy for the first time — but it died down once they stopped seeing each other! It didn't make sense that his insides were going wild.
Jeno, on the other hand, perfectly understood why he suddenly couldn't keep his pulse in check. Simple: he's had the biggest crush on Renjun ever since they first met. And he hasn't even made any efforts whatsoever to get rid of it, because it was a pleasure to silently pine after the single prettiest boy he's ever seen.
The game continued on easily, everyone else oblivious to the way the two boys' minds kept running long after their turn finished. Their turn which, another five spins later, was picked again. Renjun wanted to throw up — I thought I said I was leaving after my turn? he asked himself.
This time, though, the mouth of the bottle pointed towards Jeno. Surely, he would go the easy way, right?
"Dare." Nope.
Jeno wasn't sure if he should be proud of it, but he felt brave now with the lights off and the presence of an excuse to be brave. He could simply say that everyone was making him do it, and he'd be off the hook.
Renjun just sighed.
"Ah!" Yangyang said, like a lightbulb lit up over his head, and began to pass around the message for approval. Once everyone started nodding (rather aggressively, which made Renjun nervous), he raised his hand and spoke again: "Let's skip the question, Jeno. Just kiss your favorite part on Renjun's body."
The blonde-haired Renjun closed his eyes in frustration — a silly little game such as truth or dare shouldn't be this stressful. Jeno, however, felt like he was going to start sweating from every corner of his body, which didn't exactly sound pleasant.
"If he's okay with it," he said, eyes on the older, who just waved him off and nodded in exasperation, wordlessly saying Do what you must and let's get this over with. "Are you sure?"
"We haven't got all day, Jeno," the blonde said, making the black-haired younger have to hide a shudder. My name sounds good rolling off his tongue. "Just do it. I wanna go home."
Obediently, Jeno pushed himself up and started walking across the floor to situate himself in front of the older, who in turn watched with a palpitating heart. How could he look so good by just walking? And in the dark, too, no less!
"You're sure?" the younger asked once again, making Renjun give him a confused face. "You're really gonna let me do this?"
"You let me do it," was what the older replied. Jeno wasn't wrong to ask, though — was Renjun really gonna let him do this? Especially with the way he looked so . . . hungry?
Was it wrong that that made Renjun want it even more?
He shook the thought out of his head, but it was persistent.
"Okay," Jeno rasped out, making the other's skin crawl. Renjun's eyes were fixated on the younger's face, following with his pupils each movement that was made.
Jeno leaned in, and that was the only time when Renjun thought to wonder which part was his favorite. Which way was he leaning towards? Down? The black-haired boy tilted his head to the right . . . what for?
The realization dawned on Renjun too late, so he was (rather pleasantly) surprised when he felt the boy's soft, slightly wet lips on his own chapped ones. He had a feeling everyone's eyes widened just as much as his did, but he didn't think anyone else's stomachs turned the way that his did. He was so taken aback that he couldn't even close his eyes, so he could see Jeno's nose against his cheek with his eyes closed. It was doing so many things to his heart and his mind — and his body.
And it wasn't even just a peck! Jeno placed his lips right on Renjun's lower lip . . . it felt so painfully tender, so much so that the latter's eyebrows furrowed. When they pulled apart, there was that signature kissing sound, making the older fall back with his face entirely flushed.
Even Donghyuck was speechless. That was a first Renjun would like to see more of.
"You wanna go home?" Jeno said then and there, his eyes piercing through Renjun's skin.
"Excuse me?" he said in surprise. "Don't you think you're getting a little bit too ahead of yourself?"
The younger just flashed him a kind smile. "You said you wanted to go home after this, didn't you?" How is he being so nonchalant after kissing a stranger in front of his friends? Renjun wondered whether he was just being too conservative, although he's always been anything but.
"I do, actually." Renjun has had enough of the game. He felt like he got beaten up by it too much despite having only three turns.
"Let's go?"
"Why would you come with me?" he asked the younger as he was standing up, everyone watching his every move — all the more reason to leave.
He bid Jaemin and Donghyuck goodbyes and see you laters ("I'll just catch a cab.") before leaving the room as complacently as he can manage himself to pretend. He ran down the hallway two doors down and leaned on the wall, feeling his heart beating even more now that he was out of that suffocating room. He had only three bottles of beer, so why was he so dizzy?
As if providing an answer, the door to the room he had just left opened and out came Jeno, ruffling his hair handsomely before shoving both hands into the pockets of his jacket. When he looked up, the two boys' eyes met, making him stop in his tracks.
"You said you were going home?" the younger asked the blonde with a smile so small it might as well have been a playful smirk. "I thought I was gonna have to chase you down the street."
"Why would you chase after me?" Renjun asked, watching as Jeno carefully walked up to him and leaned on the wall next to him. "We're not even that close."
"We're close enough to kiss, though," Jeno retorted, making Renjun's ears turn red. It was funny to the former. "Do you — I mean would you . . . . um, seeing as we probably won't talk again after this, maybe we could, you know — ?"
"No I don't know," the older said. "Use your words, Jeno." Although he was getting a gist of what Jeno was trying to say, and it was amusing watching him try to say it out loud without the comfort of the darkness and an audience.
Jeno. He had no idea his name could sound so good. Use your words, Jeno. We haven't got all day, Jeno. Do better, Jeno. Say it, Jeno. Jeno. Jeno. Jeno.
"Do you wanna do it again?"
Renjun's eyes widened, although he had already been expecting it. He just didn't anticipate it to sound so . . . inviting. Wasn't he irritated and so done with this party just an hour ago?
"Do you?" he said suggestively, pushing himself off the wall with his foot and standing in front of Jeno. Maybe too close, but it barely mattered anymore. It's not like they haven't already kissed, right?
"Why wouldn't I?" Jeno flirted back just as challengingly, if not more — he bit his lower lip without realizing it, and that made the older dizzier than he already was. "That was barely a kiss. Aren't you curious? What if I was a bad kisser? Wouldn't you want to be the bearer of bad news?
"What happens here stays between us. No bearing of any sort of news, good or bad." Renjun frowned, but Jeno only gave him a giddy smile in return, like he was just happy to be there. The former wasn't going to admit how it melted his heart, because that was a whole other business.
"So something will happen, is that what you're saying?" he said. Renjun was having none of it.
"You can stop using your words now," he told the younger as if they were both in a rush, pushing himself further forward so the gap between them turned nonexistent. "Start using your tongue maybe."
Jeno swooped in and caught Renjun's lips in his obediently (for the second time tonight), scared that he might change his mind. The former was taller than the latter, we'll give him that, but not more assertive. Not more confident in what he wanted to do or what had to be done. He was just happy to be there, you know?
The kiss started off with a hint of hesitance before progressing into sweet. Sickly sweet, in fact, as if they were two boyfriends that have been dating for years. That was not what Renjun needed right now (it was messing with his mind), especially with the thundering music blasting from downstairs that wasn't set for a sweet mood — so he took the initiative and pushed harder against the taller boy, who in turn had his back pressed into the wall. A low moan escaped Jeno's lips, making Renjun go crazy. What the fuck was that.
The kiss became more hungry, more messy, but in a good way. Like they were fighting for their lives; like there was only one spot left and not enough for the both of them. There was a door right beside them, so Jeno reached behind him to grab the knob and turned, pulling away for a second to check if anyone was inside and returning to the kiss after finding that it was empty. He guided the older inside — it was then his turn to slam him into the wall, but not too hard.
"We can't have people seeing us, right?" the younger taunted Renjun with his lips, hovering over the blonde's mouth but not planting them. "What happens here stays between us, right?"
"Shut up," Renjun said and tried to catch Jeno's lips, but he pulled away with a playful smile.
"Why? Don't you want people to know that you made out with me? Is that too embarrassing for you?" the younger continued, admittedly enjoying the annoyed look on the blonde's face.
"If you keep this up there won't be any making out anymore." He tried again and was rejected a second time. "I'm serious, I'm going home — !"
Jeno cut him off with his lips (for the third time tonight!), though this time he was more sure and fueled. Renjun was pretty when he watches him from afar, but not prettier when he looked like this, his shirt riding up as he tangled his pretty fingers through Jeno's thick hair, his eyes shut so tight that his eyebrows knit together.
All Jeno wanted to know was whether or not Renjun liked this as much as he did, and once he found his answer, he took it in himself to deepen the kiss, closing his eyes to better feel the older's lips — they had been chapped earlier, but they were so moisturized now all thanks to Jeno.
Renjun started using his tongue, much to Jeno's surprise and sheer satisfaction. He let out a low moan of pleasure when the older sucked on his tongue. He should have been embarrassed, but he had no other room left for such an emotion. He already felt so hot and heavy as it is.
"Keep that up and we'll see what happens to the both of us," Renjun said breathlessly when he pulled away for five short seconds before going back in. Jeno was feeling dizzy with the way this boy tasted so good. He didn't taste like anything in particular . . . he just tasted like Renjun.
"Keep what up?"
"Moaning, dumbass," Renjun said after ten seconds, pulling away again for another breath.
They were making out for minutes on end, both parties loosing track of how many times they pulled away to breathe. Jeno's hands stayed on Renjun's face gently (completely opposite to how their mouths were working), whereas the older's hands were more playful. First they were in Jeno's hair, then they were roaming around his torso, feeling up every curve of his muscles and even playing with his nipples. He moaned again because of that, of course. Then they were inside of his shirt.
Renjun started kissing on the boy's neck, which drove Jeno beyond insane — the feeling of Renjun's mouth and tongue sucking on his sensitive skin rather sweetly made him want to take this pretty little boy home. Weird thought to be having, he knew that.
He moaned again. Renjun pulled away and hit him on the chest with the palm of his hand, eliciting a laugh from the black-haired boy's swelled up lips. Both their lips were swelled up.
"I said stop that!" the older complained.
"If you want me to stop moaning then maybe stop being so good at this," Jeno retorted, which made the other feel a little bashful — after everything they've been doing for the past twenty minutes, this was what was making him flustered.
Kissing was easier than talking for him, apparently.
They were on the floor, and then they were on the bed, and then they were up against the wall again. Renjun wondered how they got here. He didn't have expectations when he came to this party, let alone any plans on making out with someone. Jeno of all people!
"What are we — doing?" Renjun asked between kisses.
"Huh?" Jeno replied mindlessly. "What are — youtalkingabout?"
"I thought you — hated me." They both fell back on the bed again, Renjun with his back to the mattress.
Jeno hovered above him with a confused expression, his necklace dangling between them. "Huh? Why would you think that I hated you?"
"Because you left the dorm, and you were giving me weird looks when you were still there," Renjun answered, looking up innocently at the boy on top of him, despite the scene in which said boy was straddling his hips with his strong calves. "I just figured you felt uncomfortable with me because we were the only two people living together at the time before Hyuck and Jaemin arrived."
Renjun, within a flash, pushed Jeno to the side and switched their positions, straddling the taller's waist with his legs. This made the latter let out a laugh and place both his hands on either of the older's legs.
This was the longest time they spent not kissing since they entered this room.
"I wasn't giving you weird looks! I was being weird and looking at you, there's a difference!" Jeno said defensively when he was done laughing, although his eyes were still smiling. Renjun almost smiled, too, but he held it.
"Why did you leave, then? I genuinely thought you didn't like me."
"Oh, I like you Renjun," Jeno said suggestively, making the other mentally fight off a shudder across his spine because of the way Jeno said his name.
"So answer the question," he pressed. "Why did you leave?"
"I liked you a little bit too much."
This made Renjun loosen the grip of his legs on Jeno's torso, enabling the latter to switch up their positions once more.
"What do you mean?" the older asked in confusion, not minding at all that he was under Jeno again.
"I was having a hard time, that's what I meant," Jeno clarified nonchalantly, like it was so easy to understand. "It felt like I was a drug user rooming with a narc. A hot narc at that."
"What are you even talking about?"
"I meant," he tried again, "how was I supposed to sleep peacefully when you sleep facing my way and whimper instead of snoring? And cook without a shirt, too, holy fuck. Not to mention that one time you took a shower and was putting on lotion in the bedroom with only a towel on. Are you kidding me?"
It was Renjun's turn to laugh — he hasn't laughed all night before now. "How was I supposed to know that you liked men! I would have at least put the lotion on in the bathroom."
"Shut up."
"A drug user rooming with a narc? Seriously? I'm not the gay police."
"Yeah, but I liked you!" Jeno said. "And I didn't want you to know. It's not about you finding out that I'm gay, it's about you finding out that I had actual feelings for you."
"You liked me?" the blonde echoed, cocking an eyebrow at the boy who was sitting on top of him as if he was a stupid little chair.
"I like you," Jeno clarified bashfully. "I still do. I never stopped, you know. I didn't want to."
"Are you being for real right now?" Renjun was trying to stand up, but Jeno pinned him back down, pressing his wrists harder against the bed. "No, wait, are you being serious, Jeno Lee?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"No, but you sure as hell sound like you are."
"Why?" Jeno asked. "It's not like it's my fault you're so pretty."
"I haven't even been seeing you around!"
"That's because I've been seeing you around." The younger laughed like it was so funny. "I could spot you from a mile away, Renjun, even without my contacts on. I just always see you before you see me . . . so I move away before you do."
Renjun's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes still fixed on Jeno's face above him. It wasn't too dark and neither was it too bright — he could see perfectly how this boy's lips were swollen, and he looked even better now than he had before. Because Renjun knew he did that. Was it so wrong to admit to himself that he wanted to do so much more than just that?
Oh, so a few minutes of making out and suddenly he was letting himself think about that? Way to go, he told himself sarcastically.
"It's not a big deal, I just feel like I did something wrong by moving out just because you were giving me a hard time in the best way possible," Jeno admitted. "I loved seeing you from afar, honestly. It seems so weird to me to be admitting this to you now, and the fact itself that I even have a chance to do that . . . . I don't know, I thought I'd left a bad impression."
"I thought I'd left a bad impression!" Renjun admitted in return. Wasn't it funny the things that end up happening when two people aren't honest with each other? "This is so stupid. I can't believe I'm finding out about this now. It's been an entire year, Jeno, you could have told me!"
"I'm telling you now, aren't I?"
"Yeah, while you're sitting on top of me — while we're on a bed!"
"Do you hate that?"
"I hate the fact that we could have been sitting on top of each other an entire year earlier if you'd just told me!"
At this, Jeno threw his head back and laughed — Renjun took this as his chance to push the boy off his body, but he didn't switch their positions. Instead they laid beside each other on the bed, the former still laughing and the latter frowning. Renjun watched the boy beside him clutching his stomach (wasn't he laughing a bit too much?), propping himself up on his elbow and placing his head on his palm. He couldn't deny that it was a good sight.
"Stop laughing," he complained. "It's not funny."
"I don't think it's funny," Jeno said in-between his dying laughter, "I'm just happy."
"Happy that we wasted so much time?"
"Happy that you're mad about the time wasted!" the boy clarified. "Are you implying that you would have dated me if I'd told you I had a crush on you?"
Renjun gave him a look that says Really, Jeno? "I'm not implying it, dummy. I'm saying it directly. I honestly, genuinely would have dated you if I knew that you liked me, too."
At this, the younger stopped his laughter altogether and turned his head to the right, where Renjun was looking at him, not a trace of humor in his expression. "Too?"
"Yes, too!" the other said in exasperation. "Now is it funny to you?"
Jeno pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked in bewilderment towards the pretty boy laying on his side next to him. He blinked three times: "You liked me?"
"You liked me?" Renjun mocked, rolling his eyes before sitting up, too. "I like men, Jeno. And to be quite honest, you're the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on, so don't you think it would make much more sense that I had a crush on you?"
"But you don't anymore?"
"Why would I continue liking someone I barely even see anymore? So honestly, it's your fault that I stopped having a crush on you."
"Holy shit I'm stupid," Jeno breathed out upon realization. "I'm stupid stupid."
Instinctively, Renjun rested the weight of his body on his hands as he leaned forward and kissed Jeno on the lips, more sincere and innocent than the kisses they shared just a few minutes before. More willingly and not because of a dare — not even because of lust. Just because.
"But, I mean . . . if I can get to see you again everyday after this, who knows," Renjun said upon pulling away, shrugging as he left Jeno struck and petrified.
It was one thing to make out with your crush, and a whole different universe to be sharing a short, sweet kiss. Hell, a kiss on the cheek could probably leave him sleepless for nights more than sex would.
"I — I live in a condo just a few blocks away from school."
"Yeah, I know," Renjun said. "Everyone knows."
Jeno scratched the back of his neck, staring at the blonde's lips subconsciously because he wanted another kiss. "And I live alone."
"Like I said, everyone knows." Renjun noticed the other's body language, so he leaned back in tauntingly but didn't make a move to swoop in for a kiss. He just wanted to tease. Available but unattainable, or something of the sort.
"And the . . . bills are kind of hard to pay for on my own," the younger continued in a trance, his eyes focused on the lips right in front of him. He wanted to lean in, but he tried to resist it, because it was exciting to be playing this game. ". . . The rent . . . ."
"Mhmm, what about them?" Renjun's breath was hitting Jeno's lips with how close they were now. Both of them wanted it, but neither of them gave it up.
The latter gulped. "It would be nice to have someone to split it with," he said.
Renjun laughed lightly, his eyes also looking down at the pair of lips in front of him. They probably looked stupidly drunk right now, hovering around each other's faces with little giddy smiles. "Are you asking me to move in with you?" he asked amusingly. "We just met again."
"I'd like you to think of it more as me looking for a roommate," Jeno all but whispered. "But the invitation stands exclusively for you. Or not, you know. I could always ask Hyuck and Jaemin instead."
"Oh?" Renjun challenged. Jeno's heart jumped when the older planted a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, and then another on his jaw. "Would they do this, too?"
He kissed under the jaw, too, and then down the neck, the kisses becoming wetter as they went, until finally the pretty little blonde was sucking at Jeno's skin again, skillfully leaving marks right at the junction of his neck and shoulder. The younger tried to suppress it, but still a low guttural groan made its way out of his mouth, making Renjun smile against his skin.
"I don't think I'd want them to," Jeno answered weakly. His jeans have been feeling tighter around his waist since before either of them even entered this room. He was going insane. "If it's not you I won't . . . I don't . . . ." He was licking his lips stupidly now, putting so much effort into calming himself down that he was running out of words.
"What the fuck Renjun," he breathed out. Renjun pulled away from his neck and stared. "You're so good."
The older cocked an eyebrow at him. "There's more where that came from, you know," he teased.
"And where can I see where that came from?"
"I don't know, you tell me when you get there," he said. "Maybe you'll get to see it everyday when you convince me to be your roommate."
Jeno's eyes lit up at this, laughing with his nose scrunched up before throwing himself at Renjun.
They made out for another hour before eventually their lips were too swollen, and they were getting too worked up. Neither of them wanted to have sex on someone else's bed, despite how tempting they were both being. They let themselves collapse into each other's arms at one in the morning, strained and burned up in the best way possible, both taking in each other's perfumes.
The last thing both of them did before drifting off to sleep was giggle and say each other's name drunkenly.