Toxic 𖤈 ∫ JaemJen

𖤈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝑻𝒘𝒐: 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔?

"Little prince, you have a guest." Smithers announces as he glances over to Jaemin behind him.

The brunet boy, peacefully laying on the sun lounge, perks up from what the old man said behind him. He takes off his sunglasses and places down his magazine.

Once he sits up with his right knee bent up, he turns over to see Jaemin standing there. "Oh? Na Jaemin, what brings you here?" He asks.

Although the younger boy seems to be confused with his presence at his house as well, there's a hidden amusement in his tone that Jaemin didn't miss.

Quickly scanning the younger boy– for sanity and observation purposes, duh– Jaemin feels lucky enough that Jeno was fully clothed right now.

The boy was wearing white basketball shorts and a t-shirt. "I'm here to inform you about the projects." Jaemin said.

"Projects? Last time I checked, you didn't want me to be around you anymore." Jeno raises a brow with a small scoff escaping his lips.

Jaemin felt embarrassed and awkward, especially with Smithers glancing at him.

He clears his throat and says, "Look, I'll explain that later," mindlessly biting his lip.

Jeno's eyes didn't fail to glance at it, and his own lips are itching to form a grin. He hums and looks back up to meet Jaemin's gaze.

"Follow me to my room, please." He said, standing up as he picks up his phone.

"What?" Jaemin was taken aback, "what for?" Now getting skeptical about Jeno's intentions.

He knew the younger boy wouldn't understand his intentions right away, how could he? He's Lee Jeno after all.

"What else? I want to hear more of what you have to say about it and the project." Jeno said, already walking pass him.

"Besides, don't you want privacy?" He pauses on his steps to look over to Jaemin who furrows his eyebrows.

The blond haired boy hesitantly nods, and Jeno already took that as a yes, so he looks at Smithers and gives him a knowing look.

The old man immediately understood, "I'll be in the garden, little prince." Bowing down a little before heading off.

Once he left, Jeno leads Jaemin– who had no other choice but to follow– back inside the house and up to his bedroom.

When they arrived with the door closed, Jeno sits on his bed while Jaemin hesitates to sit on the couch for a hot second.

"So, tell me." The brunet boy drawls, leaning back with his hands behind him to support his weight.

"There's nothing special about it, I just came here to tell you that we should work on our projects soon enough, especially the recent one which is due next week." Jaemin rambles.

"And why did you think you needed to tell me this? I already know about it," Jeno snorts, tilting his head to the side.

The older boy clicks his tongue, "because, you don't cooperate and take things seriously." He emphasizes like it was obvious.