Renard x justin beiber eniesmies to lovers

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Kit and Caliber hosted a party for their shared, upcoming birthday. They hosted at Caliber's house, since he lived alone, and Kit's girlfriend, Rotteen, would not have appreciated her hosting a huge party at their shared house, not wanting to have to deal with the aftermath. It felt like college parties you see in movies. Alcohol, drugs, blaring music, and half naked people grinding on each other. The smell of sweat, weed and alcohol filled Renard's senses, and though the sudden stench made his nose crinkle, he still found enjoyment out of these parties. He greeted Caliber as he entered the party. Him and Caliber dated for a few months, before deciding to be just friends, though he couldn't deny the fact that he still felt a twinge of attraction towards him. He made conversation with him for a minute, before noticing a familiar face in the crowd.
Justin Bieber.

He was surprised to see him here, as Justin never really came to these parties, nor was very close with Caliber or Kit. Though, the sudden appearance of him made his heart skip a beat. The butterflies bubbling up in his stomach left him feeling confused, the urge to approach him becoming stronger. He gave into these urges, walking up to him with a smug look, acting as if he wasn't feeling all these confusing emotions.
"Didn't expect to see you here, flat ass"
Justin rolls his eyes
"At least mine doesn't sag"

Touche

"Didn't think you were capable of having fun." Renard speaks, taking a huff of a joint he had taken from Caliber earlier. As he does this, his eyes dart to Justin's body, checking him out. He blows a puff of smoke into Justin's face. The sight of this sending butterflies to Justin's stomach, still, he kept himself composed.
"You're one to talk. Haven't seen you around in days"
"Not my fault, had a really sick patient. Didn't make it out alive, though, so now I'm relaxing"
"Seems insensitive to be partying after your patient died"
"Didn't know the guy" Renard breathed out another ploom of smoke. "Plus, he was like, in his 90s. He lived a long life."
Justin simply hums, taking a sip of his beer. The atmosphere between the two men seemed different than usual.
It felt nice.
Renard excused himself to get a drink. He stopped himself from getting too high from the drugs, handing the joint to a random person he didn't know.
He downed one cup. Then another. Then a third. At this point, he was drunk, but wasn't feeling like having anymore drinks. He notices Caliber, who also seemed to be intoxicated, and approachs him. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the attraction they still felt for one another, but after a while of talking and laughing, they found themselves making out.