𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𐙚

𝟯: 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗝𝗲𝗻 (𝗡𝗰𝘁)

Matched

Group: Nct
Ship: Jaemin (Top) x Jeno (Bottom)
Word count: 3603

Sypnopsis: Jaemin and Jeno meet through a dating app for what they think will be just a one-night stand.

Requested by CH3RRYB0MBZ- <3

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Jeno tapped his fingers against his phone, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes as he scrolled through endless profiles. The dating app was his guilty pleasure, a convenient distraction after long days filled with work and monotony. He wasn't looking for anything serious-just a quick thrill, a break from the routine.

His thumb paused when a new profile appeared. Na Jaemin. The guy's smirk in his photo exuded confidence, his sharp jawline and piercing eyes compelling Jeno to swipe right almost instinctively. Within seconds, his phone buzzed with a notification: ❝It's a match!❞

Jeno couldn't help but smile. That was quick.

A message popped up almost immediately

Jaemin: Hey, what's up pretty boy?

Jeno's fingers hovered over the keyboard. He typed back

Jeno: Not much. You?

The conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about everything and nothing-mutual interests, their jobs, the city life. There was a natural ease to their banter, a connection that felt oddly comfortable despite the fact they had just met through an app. But beneath the surface of casual conversation, there was a tension, a current of desire that both of them could feel.

Jaemin: You free tonight?

Jaemin eventually asked, cutting through the small talk.

Jeno's heart skipped a beat. He hesitated for a moment, then replied,

Jeno: Yeah. What did you have in mind?

Jaemin: Come over to mine? I'll send you the address.

Jeno's pulse quickened. There was something thrilling about the directness, the sheer spontaneity of it all. He was out the door before he even had time to second-guess himself.

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The taxi ride felt longer than it was, anticipation building with every passing streetlight. Jeno stared out of the window, watching the city blur by, his thoughts racing ahead to what awaited him. When the car finally stopped, he found himself in front of a sleek apartment building. Jaemin's place was upscale, modern-the kind of place that screamed success and confidence.

Jeno's phone buzzed again.

Jaemin: I'm on the top floor. Door's open.

He took a deep breath before stepping into the elevator, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. The elevator ride was swift, and soon, he was standing in front of Jaemin's door. He pushed it open gently, finding himself in a spacious, minimalist living room bathed in soft, ambient lighting.

Jaemin was there, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, a drink in hand. He was even more striking in person-tall, with an athletic build that Jaemin couldn't help but admire. Jaemin's eyes met his, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was charged, the air thick with unspoken tension.