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Jaemin's search history looked something like this after that night: 

1. Buzzfeed Quiz: Does Your Crush Like You Back? (This crush is mutual, it said, and Jaemin freaked out. Why the hell was he giddy over a fucking Buzzfeed quiz?)

2. Love Calculator (69% compatibility, which would have made Jeno laugh if he saw it)

3. And finally, compatibility between a Leo and a Taurus. Jaemin wasn't a true fan of horoscopes, but he trusted them more than the average human being. In his experience, Scorpios were blunt, Capricorns were two-faced bitches, and his best friend was the greatest person ever, and coincidentally, a Leo.

In conclusion, Jaemin was two Buzzfeed quizzes away from being in love with Jeno, and he wasn't even mad about it. 

The next day at work was a different story. It was easy to fantasize about being Jeno Lee's boyfriend. The old high school jerseys, beautiful smiles, laughing at all his jokes, and don't even get Jaemin started on his dick. He could only imagine what a man like Jeno Lee was hiding in his Flynn Ryder costume. But standing next to him for hours Jaemin found stupidly difficult. He stared too long at Jeno's side profile, neglecting the children begging him to autograph their books. The group photos made his cheeks turn redder than his dollar-store blush, and Jeno noticed. Screw Jeno and his attentiveness.

From that point forward, Jeno went out of his way to fluster Jaemin. He held his hand, brushed a fake blonde strand behind his ears, put hearts next to his autograph during his turn. 

Issac Newton discovered that every action has an equal and opposite reaction, and damn, was he spot on. With every gentle touch, Jaemin felt himself falling harder for Jeno, and that revelation was enough to make him cower. He avoided the touches, did his signature last, and attentive Jeno noticed. Jaemin couldn't do anything without Jeno noticing, and it was starting to piss him off. 

The meet-and-greet ended without any incidents, and Jaemin hurried to switch out of his costume for a pair of comfy sweats. He sat on the stained couch, waiting for Jeno to finish changing, and picked mindlessly at the white fabric stripe on his pants. 

Oh.

Oh no.

Jaemin rose from the couch like he was resurrected, trying and failing to hurriedly pull Jeno's sweatpants off his legs. Dammit, Jaemin tied the strings so fucking tight because they were big. Of course, they were! They weren't his! The last thing Jaemin wanted was to be caught with Jeno's sweatpants on. Unfortunately, Fate despised Jaemin, and he stumbled around the trailer, banging into lamps and lockers until Jeno was finished changing. 

Who the hell owned so many Adidas track pants anyway? Basketball players, that's who. 

"Jeno, I'm sorry," Jaemin panted, one bare leg exposed, the other trapped in the fabric prison of Adidas.

Jaemin was a shitty gymnast on a normal day, and jumping around the trailer in his underwear was not a normal day, so when he inevitably crashed to the ground, he wasn't surprised. He couldn't say the same for Jeno, though, who ran towards him and the clothes rack he dragged down with him. The metal dug into his spine and he was almost positive he sliced his toe off with a wayward wheel, but he couldn't feel anything over his embarrassment. 

Jeno picked up the rack like it didn't weigh 100 pounds, cursing fondly at Jaemin. He didn't know you could curse fondly, but honestly, what couldn't Jeno do?

"Jaemin, you fucking idiot," he huffed, grabbing Jaemin's hand and pulling him gingerly to his feet. Oh, yeah, Jaemin fucked up something. He could already feel the bruise that would blossom along his spine, and his toe definitely hurt, but that wasn't his main concern. His main concern was the blood dripping from somewhere and staining Jeno's poor pants.