Blue is the warmest color // Nomin

"Are you cold?"

"Yes," he lies.

"Do you wanna get out?"

"No."

"C 'mere, then." Jeno beckons and Jaemin, helpless, cuts through the water toward him, until they're close again, their feet almost overlapping on the bottom of the pool. Jeno gives Jaemin's shoulders a quick squeeze and runs his hands down Jaemin's upper arms like he's trying to bring the circulation back. Jaemin almost feels bad, because he's really not cold, but Jeno's hands are big and warm and wet, sliding over his bare skin, and it's all he can do to not shiver a second time. He wants those hands on his hips. His waist. His thighs. Everywhere. It's humiliating: how much he wants from Jeno. How much he would give. How eagerly he would give it.

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