❝ fuck me like you hate me. ❞
( 🍯 ) in which lee jeno is 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗰 and
somehow manages to catch the eyes
of two notorious 𝗺𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 members.
❝ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢�...
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"jeno, wait up!"
the bruinette turned back as he heard his name being shouted, eyes quickly catching onto jisung's tall form running towards him. he watched as the purple haired male pushed through the crowded hallway, muttering quick apologies to the students he kept bumping into. jeno stiffled a laugh as he watched the younger get scolded by a group of girls and then proceeding to run away from them until he was safely out of their sight.
"whew.", jisung wiped his forehead, sighing out in relief as he now finally reached the bruinette. Hands on his knees, he drew heavy breaths in hopes of regaining his composure. He looked up with wide eyes as Jeno burst out into a fit of laughter, hugging his stomach as he completely failed to control himself.
"what?" the purple haired boy couldn't help but giggle a bit himself, confused as to what the other found so damn funny. jeno tried to form a decent sentence but all that came out was a wheeze and then another fit of laughter as he couldn't believe the sound that left him.
"Y-You should've s-seen yourself!" The bruinette had wheezed out after managing to grasp onto a fickle ammount of composure. "Calm down, hyung. Besides, it's really not that funny..." Jisung trailed off, cheeks burning red in embarassment as he watched the usually poised male crack up at his clumsy and awkward self.
After a few minutes of Jeno laughing like a maniac and Jisung slapping his arm lightly to make him stop, the male had finally calmed down. "So, what's up?" The bruinette inquired, tears of laughter still present in his eyes as he struggled to contain them. His face had grown a bit red as well, causing him to press his cold palms against his cheeks.
"Nothing, I was just wondering if you could take these up to the storage room on the third floor. You know, the haunted one.", Jisung gestured towards the two buckets of neon yellow paint, visibly shuddering at the mention of said room. Jeno couldn't help but roll his eyes as he watched the other overreact, swiftly taking the buckets he prevously hadn't even noticed into his own hands.
"Sure thing. I'll make sure to call you if a ghost hangs me by the neck and writes "You're next." in my blood on the wall, too." He teased, quickly moving over to avoid the embarassed 18 year old's frustrated punches and kicks. Joyful laughter filled the hallways as Jeno broke out int a full sprint, buckets of paint in both hands with an angry Jisung running after him.
"HYUNG, WHY ARE WE RUNNING!"
"I DON'T KNOW BUT I'M NOT STOPPING UNTIL YOU DO!"
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The scent of fresh paint mixing along with the smell of mouldy walls was all that infiltrated Jeno's senses as he made his way over to the old music room. He scrunched his nose up in disgust, swearing something had died up here becuase it smelled that bad. His eyes skimmed over the dirty white walls decorating the whole third floor, all the rooms on this floor basically deemed useless as they were close to crumbling down.
