Dance For Attention | Nomin

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"Jeno, you're early today!"

Hell yeah, he was. The next morning, Jeno had hurried straight from his dorm room to the dance studio in the hopes of getting to the sweet Huang Renjun first, and his plan had succeeded!

"I'm always early when it comes to dancing," the dancer winked at the idol before showing off his improved footwork.

Renjun leaned against the mirror and watched him dance, humming the dance tune and tapping his foot to the beat. When Jeno finished the chorus, he smiled up at him. "What do you think?"

"I think it's amazing!" Renjun's eyes lit up as he smiled, turning back to the mirror, fluffing up his hair and making Jeno wish he could be the one doing that instead. "I also think we need Jaemin for practice! Go find him for me, would you?"

Jeno nodded in an instant and shot out of the room, speed walking down the busy corridors on the way to their dorm. Mark, Renjun's manager, came circling round a corner the raven-haired back up dancer was about to encounter and he stumbled backwards.

"Woah there!"

Mark's eyebrows shot through the roof when he saw the dancer. "What are you doing out here?"

Breaths a little heavier than usual from his speedy pace, Jeno replied, "Renjun sent me to go and find Jaemin for today's practice--"

"Ah, well that won't be necessary," the brunette gave a professional smile and clasped his hands together. "Renjun has a meeting in ten minutes with Lee Taemin, Kim Jongdae, and a few other soloists. You can both relax for today. Go and find Jaemin anyway; check up on him. He's not usually late to dance practice, right?"

The younger shook his head with a small, defeated smile. He had been looking forward to dancing for hours with Renjun and showing off his skills to the younger Na Jaemin. Shoving his hands into his usual orange hoodie, the boy grumbled quietly to himself and dragged his feet to Jaemin's room, knocking on the door and waiting for  a reply. When the other side remained silent, he let himself in anyway.

He had to hold himself back from shouting when he saw the oddly adorable sight of his rival sleeping on his stomach with one leg dangling off the side of the bed and an arm over the back of his head. Jeno smiled when he saw Jaemin's lips softly parted and drool beginning to puddle on his pillow.

Jeno tiptoed over to the edge of the bed. "Hey, Jaemin?"

No reply.

He crouched down and poked the younger's cheek in an attempt to wake him up, only to stop and marvel at how soft and smooth his face was.

"Woah, what nightly routine do you follow?" He whispered. Jaemin stirred and so Jeno hushed himself for a moment.

Then his heart swelled because Jaemin's free hand lifted itself and began to touch Jeno's face, lazily climbing up his features and stopping when his tired index finger slowly traced a painfully slow line along his eyebrow and down his cheekbone.

"Jeno..." He smiled softly as if he had recognised who was next to him.

The older felt himself blush. "O-Oh, okay then," he said to himself.

His own hand rose to his face and gently held the wandering hand before clicking his tongue and kneading the plump flesh with his skin.

"And what hand cream is this?! Where can I get some?!"

Jaemin's eyes suddenly flew open. "There better be a good explanation for this, Jenojaem."

Jaemin sat up and gripped Jeno's wrist with the strength of one million lions as he pulled his hand away from his own red face. Eyes glaring and heart pounding, Jaemin asked, "What the hell are you doing in my room?"

The younger wanted to hide his face in his white pillow but he thought it would be easy to pass off the blushing as his fury at the older. But what was he doing so close to his face?!

"What facial routine do you follow?"

Jaemin huffed and released Jeno's wrist. So that was why he was so close and touchy. "The same as you, ding dong."

Jeno reached out and pinched Jaemin's cheeks before doing the same to his own face, all whilst avoiding an unnecessary slap from his younger rival. "It doesn't feel the same," he whined, lifting himself to his feet and making himself move away from the bed and towards the en suite bathroom his owned.

His jaw dropped when he saw how much nicer it was than his own. Scoffing, he picked up the towel on the towel hook and felt the fabric between his fingers. "They give you fancy towels? With gold lining?!"

Jaemin messed his hair and sat up. "So? Mark loves me more than he dislikes you. Which is a lot."

Rolling his eyes with a hint of a smile, Jeno turned his head, catching his own reflection in a perfectly polished mirror. "Damn..." he mumbled, winking at himself.

"Oh hang on," the older distracted himself with a white bottle next to the pristine sink as he read the name. "So that's where I've gone wrong!"

Jaemin raised an eyebrow. "With what?"

Coming back into the main room, Jeno quickly and hopefully unnoticeably looked the younger up and down before saying, "We use different face creams. Give me your face."

"Give what? Hey! Hey!"

In the next moment, Jaemin had his back flat on the bed behind him with Jeno straddling his hips with his knees firmly planted either side of the helpless body beneath him, squishing and moulding the younger's cheeks with his fingers. "So soft," he would comment every now and then, and Jaemin would blush profusely and blame it on his face being attacked.

The funny thing was, he didn't really mind the older playing with his face. In some weird way, it felt nice.

But then after another short while, the strong fingers were no longer touching Jaemin's face. Jaemin looked up into Jeno's eyes and nearly jumped when he saw him staring back with an expression he had never seen before.

The younger didn't look away from his eyes though, and he even found himself getting lost in what seemed like chocolate and charcoal irises, swirling so slowly he could not tear his eyes away.

Then his eyes trailed down to his lips, the same ones that were so pink and plush and would spew all sorts of childish nonsense about how smelly Jaemin was, or how he would be the first to get to Renjun's heart. Jeno's thumb gently stroked Jaemin's lips as the older suddenly bit his lip and that was when Jaemin freaked out and closed his eyes, turning away and hiding his head with a pillow.

"G-Get off me, please."

Jeno clicked his tongue, his usual playful smile missing and the happy glint in his eyes doused. Doused by what, however, he did not know.

The pillow flew out of Jaemin's hands when the older shook his head and threw it to the side. "Why?"

Why?

Why?!

"What do you mean, why?! I don't want you sitting on me!" Jaemin's confidence came flying back into his blood as he pushed Jeno off to the side and stood up.

What a stupid question.