Toxic 𖤈 ∫ JaemJen

𖤈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏: 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Jeno walks around the living room, gently pushing through the sea of people as he flashes those who greet him with his sweet smile.

He ignores the sweaty dancing bodies surrounding him, the booming music through the speakers as he tries to find a certain someone amongst the crowd.

Passing by Smithers who's on guard in any case of emergencies, he manages to ask audible enough for the middle-aged man. "Is he still not here yet?"

Smithers purses his lips whilst looking around the living room, shrugging his shoulders. "I'll ask the others, maybe he's already here and we just didn't notice."

A little satisfied with the response he had gotten, Jeno nods his head in understanding. "Alright, I'm going to get a drink." He excuses himself not forgetting to share a quick side hug with Smithers.

In all honesty, he's been waiting impatiently for this person. Not just all night, but all day too even at school.

Although, he does understand why the person must be a little late or so at this random and unnecessary party.

As far as Jeno knows, he assumes the blond haired boy who he's been waiting for is trying to be as sneaky as he can. If not, there's a hold up.

He hopes for the former as it's the least concerning.

Walking over to the counter where the snacks and drinks have been displayed for everyone, he grabs a red solo cup from its stack to his right and pours himself a fruit punch.

He's not sure if he's going to get tipsy tonight, even if the slightest bit, but one thing is for sure; he wants to stay sober until the person he's waiting for is here.

Fortunately for him, he doesn't have to wait long as a sudden pair of strong yet comforting arms snake around his waist, soon a chin rests on his tensed shoulder.

He flinches from the surprise presence, turning his head to see a handsome face grinning at him. "Waiting for me?" The voice was low but it wasn't anything bad.

It has Jeno sighing in relief, taking a small sniff of the minty breath fanning him due to how close they were.

Smiling back, he turns his body around to finally face the blond haired boy, quietly happy that the pair of arms didn't let go of him.

"I've been waiting impatiently for you, honestly." He admits, "I looked around to check if you were already here and I just didn't know."

Chuckling, Jaemin replies with, "don't worry, I just got here. Andre was about to report to you but I told him he doesn't have to."

Jeno hums in response, taking a sip of his fruit punch. "What took you long, though?"

"You told me to dress nicely for you, so I did." Jaemin gives him a look, his words nothing but genuine.

Jeno pauses, blinking before scanning Jaemin's outfit, now noticing. There's a sense of awe creeping up to him once it clicks.

Jaemin made effort to be here, to dress up nicely, all for Jeno.

Even though the brunet boy was actually just joking about what his outfit should be as he doesn't really care what Jaemin wears because he's effortlessly handsome.