nana is a renowned serial killer in seoul, korea. nobody has caught them, they don't even know who it could possibly be. that was until detective in training lee jeno gives the case a try.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
。。。
"so, what's the progress on the 'nana' case?" jaemin asked casually, laying back on jeno's couch.
"we did get somewhere, like how we know that they are our age and that they live in seoul. that's pretty much it though, which is quite depressing if you ask me. i don't know how this person is so discreet enough to the point we can't even decipher what sex they are. at first the name 'nana' seems more like a feminine name, but at the same time, it can possibly be a male's name too! and not only that, we got two suspects but i don't really think they are 'nana', so taeyong just said to go over the right handed people too and—ugh, this case is just giving me a headache." jeno groaned softly as he leaned back on the couch.
"mind if i help you with that headache?" jaemin raised a suggestive brow, and jeno's mind just had to go into the most sinful scenarios in the world.
and he thought he was over his hormonal teenage boy phase.
"what do you have in mind?" jeno asked back, mirroring the latter's expression but more exaggerated.
that made jaemin crack up into a melodious laughter, crinkled eyes and everything that jeno adored.
"i was thinking about learning a dance. i don't know if you dance or not, but i used to when i was in middle and high school—"
"you used to dance?!" the elder cut off, excitement replacing his tired out mood.
"by the sound of that, i'm gonna take a wild guess that you did too?"
"did i!? of course i did! i used to do everyday after school. i even busked around town before i settled down to y'know, study criminal justice." the more jeno talked, the more down he sounded by the end of his little ramble.
"you wanna go busk again? the walk to hongdae isn't that far from here." jaemin looked at jeno with hopeful eyes, which the latter found hard to turn down. and so, he went along with him.
"first step, we choose a song or two to do." jaemin pulled out his phone and started looking through his playlist for a fitting song. "any recommendations, handsome?"
"i'm a big fan of taemin. i can still remember learning the dances to 'move' and 'want' with one of my friends back in college."
"already diving into the sensual side of music i see. i didn't think you were a 'sexy song' person."
"i can be sexy!" jeno exclaimed, pouting cutely which only made his defense weaker than it already was.
"right." jaemin said, acting convinced when jeno knew all too well that the male wasn't one bit. "prove it then, handsome."
"oh i'll prove it alright." the male pushed jaemin down onto the couch until he was in a laying position, and jeno was hovering right on top of him.
jaemin stared up at jeno, a smirk resting on his lips, "not too shabby, but is this it?"
"oh angel, it's only the start of it." well that kind of hit jaemin right in the gut.
how in the world did jeno's voice go deeper than the depths of hell?
the two start at each other for what seemed like years until jaemin thought, 'screw it', and grabbed the elder's shirt collar, pulling him down so that their lips would collide.
it felt like magic, just having jaemin's lips on his. well, it always felt like magic. a mere look, touch, or word from the younger can send his heart into a frenzy. feeling his smooth skin under his fingertips and having absolutely zero space between them, jeno felt like he was in a daze filled up by only na jaemin. and he honestly wouldn't have it any other way.
-🌸-
"thanks to you, i think i have to wear a turtleneck or a choker to somewhat hide all of these." jaemin pouted slightly as he looked at himself in jeno's full body mirror, gently poking at the freshly made love bites littered all over his neck and collarbone.
for a moment, jaemin did think back to how his uncle littered him in painful bruises, but he reminded himself that jeno wasn't his uncle and would never be. the latter even asked him if he wanted to continue after the kiss, and that did something to jaemin's heart unknowingly. a trickle of warmth would be accurate.
"and you think i won't need to do the same?" jeno retorted, joining jaemin at the mirror and back hugged the male, peppering light kisses over the reddish purple spots on the younger's skin.
"to my defense, mine are lighter." jaemin tilted his head a bit to let jeno have more access, closing his eyes to just enjoy the moment.
"you wanna make them darker?"
"you really took that 'prove it' seriously huh?"
"what can i say? a competitive soul will always remain a competitive soul."
the pink haired male responded with a chuckle, "you're too precious jeno."
'too precious for the truth.'
jaemin found his time with jeno, delightful. he found himself trickling into the truth of things; how he actually felt.
once things with his uncle ended, he thought that finally, he was free. free to experience the world to the fullest. to hit that restart button with glee, and to feel again.
but, actions came with consequences. pain came with scars, and scars never fade.
he found it hard to necessary love after what his uncle did to him. the man's definition of love completely screwed with jaemin's definition of it.
he decided to create a mask in order to get what he wanted in life. a character full of charm, and that seemed to exude confidence. a complete contrast to his inner, truer self.
under this mask held a boy who had nothing to lose. a boy who knew little to nothing of the innocent yet heart wrenching feeling called love. a boy who was simply lost in this game of life.
his goal? to just have a taste of what love feels like. to have a taste of what normal truly is.
does it feel like a warm cup of hot chocolate on a winter's night?
does it feel like sparks of electricity speckled all over your skin?
does it feel like floating on fluffy clouds?
he didn't know, and the closest thing he could get to any level of excitement was killing. it felt good.
is that what love felt like?
if so, he never wants to stop.
-🍓-
school is next week and the only thing i'm looking forward to is seeing my bestie kait on sunday ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／
