𝙏𝙒𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝘿 × ɳσɱιɳ

• Chapter 8 •

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⚠️ big nsfw ⚠️
⚠️ sexual content ⚠️
This is really long so oop-

3rd person

Jaemin agreed, again. But let's be real here, who wouldn't? The deal only had advantages, well somehow.

But who could blame the pink haired? No more walking to school, no more arguing over the consoles, and maybe even saving money.

However, the younger couldn't figure out why the other was staring at him so strangely. With this piercing stare, the younger felt as if he was danger, almost painful to be observed that closely.

On the other hand Jeno was beyond confused. He shouldn't feel the things he felt when he saw Jaemin lately and he shouldn't feel the urge to do things to the innocent one when he saw him in that outfit.

But who could blame the black haired? Jaemin was way too ethereal for this world. And the fairy-like appearance of the pink haired just sent Jeno into a dazed state.

The older cleared his throat, implying to also clear his mind, but it wasn't working.

"Jeno? Are you okay?" The pink haired asked, feeling awkward and small under the stare.

"Y-yeah sure." Jeno cleared his throat once again, glancing away. "Really?" The younger leaning a bit in, examinating the olders face closely.

"Jaemin." Jeno said sternly as shuffled away from the pink haired, still not looking at him. Jaemin slowly got that the older was flustered about something.

"What is it Jeno Hyung~?" Jaemin teased as he kept leaning in, and Jeno kept leaning away.

Jeno always loved when Jaemin called him Hyung, because the younger didn't have to, but when he did it, Jeno was beyond happy. Well also another feeling spread in him, but we don't talk about that.

And also Jaemin knew what effects it on Jeno had, well he only knew that he made him happy, because if he knew the other thing, I don't think he would have said it in the first place.

"Jaemin, please leave, unless-" "Unless what~?" Jaemin said, still teasingly.

In Jeno's point of view, Jaemin's guts were often unbelievable. Sometimes he was very shy and embarrassed and sometimes he was like that, all cocky and teasing.

"Don't blame me for what I'm going to do." "W-what? What are you talking about-"

Jaemin couldn't speak any further because he was pulled on top of the olders lap. The pink haired was facing with his back to Jeno, but he still saw the black haired because in front of the pink haired was a big mirror.

"Just sit still and don't protest, it's you're fault anyway." Jeno growled as he placed one hand under the hoodie, roaming around with it, and the other on Jaemin's inner thigh, stroking it with his thumb.