He was a Punk. He did Ballet. |nomin|

Eight

"So where do you wanna go?" Jeno asked cheekily, holding the steering wheel with his left hand and resting his right arm around the headrest of Jaemin's seat. Jaemin, being the stubborn little hothead he was, kept his arms crossed during the slow ride through the city. He leaned slightly forward to avoid any physical contact with Jeno's arm and stared out the window.

Jeno kept his eyes on the road. He could feel Jaemin fuming in anger from a few inches away. "Are you still mad at me?"

"I want to go home," Jaemin grumbled.

"Hm... that's not an option right now."

"So you're going to keep me hostage?"

"Maybe." Jeno shrugged.

"I'll jump out of this truck."

"And pull your ass right back in."

Jaemin glared at him. But Jeno was too amused by his comeback. He stopped at a stop light and faced the angry little dancer beside him. "Got something to say?" Jeno raised a brow, knowing he already won.

"Bring me home. Now." Jaemin demanded.

"But its such a nice day. I'd hate to let you waste it."

"Don't you have shit you need to do?"

"Nope. I'm free until this weekend... you had such a rough morning, so the least I could do is treat you with my company."

"Treat me, huh?"

"Yeah... that's why you get to choose."

Jaemin nodded and sat back. "Okay. Fine. I'll choose."

"Great!" Jeno smiled again and accelerated after the light switched to green. But from the way Jaemin seemed to relax in his seat, Jeno knew he had an idea in mind.

Soon enough, Jaemin pulled out his phone and looked something up. Jeno waited in anticipation, until Jaemin finally gave him directions to an upscale café that was nearby.

A few more minutes of driving and Jeno parallel parked at the curbside. When they both stepped out, Jeno craned his neck to gawk at the elegant building. On the ground was a black carpet leading all the way to the rotating doors. Jaemin was already on his way there, but before he got inside, he turned his head. "Are you coming or not?"

Jeno snapped out of it. He sped over and walked inside with him.

Jaemin headed over to the hostess' desk, where he greeted a friendly woman wearing sailor style uniform. Jeno blinked, unsure of what to do. He looked around, noticing just how beautiful this place was. There were huge jeweled chandeliers hanging over each table. The floors were marbled and so clean that he could almost see his reflection. The arched windows let in all of the morning's natural light. And in that moment, Jeno felt so out of place. Every customer was well dressed and modest, while he looked like he came out of a scary movie.

Then he realized something.

"Jaemin's trying to mess with me, isn't he?!"

"Hey." Jaemin called. He was already following the hostess. "Let's go to our table."

"Okay." Jeno went with it. He held his head high and marched beside the younger. They strolled past some full tables and Jeno definitely got some disgusted looks thrown at him. But Jeno eyed them back, which intimated them enough to look away in fear. There were no words to describe how much he loved that power.

They sat in a booth next to the window, across from each other. Jaemin crossed his legs, and picked up the menu after the nice lady handed it to them.

But Jeno couldn't keep his eyes off of him. Jaemin was so focused, so calm, and so lovely to look at. His skin was milky and smooth, with no blemishes in sight, besides the few birthmarks on his neck. He-