FEELINGS | MARKHYUCK

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Nomin Special

[Continues after Chapter 7]

JENO rushes inside his small house he shares with Jaemin, and just prays he's not awake. He opens the door, and quickly sneaks in shutting it behind him. It was pitch black inside, the only thing he could see was the candle he lit this morning. He gave a silent sigh as he realized Jaemin probably wasn't home yet, and took off his jacket. He almost jumped out of his skin when a sudden light was turned on, and froze in his spot.

"Where were you?" Jeno was shocked as he looked up, and there he saw a hostile faced Jaemin.

The question sounded more like a statement than a question, and knees went jelly at the dark look on Jaemins face, and dropped his jacket on accident.

"I-I was just with Mark." Jeno whispers.

His hands become sweaty as Jaemin steps closer, and he holds them in a weak fist. He looks away from Jaemin's deep stare, and feels his cheeks heat up. Jaemin comes almost to close, and he steps back but is quickly met with the door. He gets so close Jeno could feel his breath on his skin.

"Where did you go?" Jaemin asks lowly.

Jeno then feels a hand cup his face, and slowly turn it to meet Jaemins. Jeno felt his face being swayed left to right, and he saw Jaemins eyes look over him.

"T-the.....courthouse." Jeno says, and Jaemins eyes widen.

"The courthouse!?" Jaemin raises his voice and Jeno flinches. "You went on the Socs turf? You know how dangerous that is!?" The grip on Jeno's lower jaw was getting tighter, and Jeno struggled a bit.

"Yes— but Jaemin Mark had a good idea and it played out—" Jeno tries to quickly explain as he grasp the wrist of the hand holding him.

"I don't care if Mark had an idea! You risked your life just by stepping on their grass!" Jaemin cut him off, and that's when the rough grip on Jeno's face disappeared.

A hand then grabbed his wrist and harshly pulled him away from the door. Jeno tried to protest, but the grip was tight and he had no strength at the moment to pull away. He was dragged into their room, and thrown onto the bed. His heart then began to pace as he watched Jaemin take off his shirt.

"Jaemin—" Jeno tries again, but is quickly shut off.

"Strip." Jaemin demanded, and Jeno gulped at the tone.

Jeno slowly started to get rid of his clothes as he took off his shirt first, Jaemin watched him. Those eyes pierced right through Jeno, and he couldn't help but feel subconscious.

"S-stop staring." Jeno whispers, looking away as he undoes his jeans.

"Well maybe if you weren't taking so long I wouldn't have to." Jaemin growls, and gets impatient as Jeno fumbles.

He huffs as he pushes Jeno back onto the bed, stopping his movement. He can see Jeno's body shaking, almost in fear, and he couldn't help but get hard at it. He loved to see Jeno underneath him, quivering at his touch. He knew that only he could see Jeno like this, nobody else.