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"Rise and grind, angel."

Jaemin groaned as his eyelids drooped heavily over his eyes. It took a few moments for them to open completely, and when they did he almost threw himself back into the closet.

Under the covers, lying on his bed, some clothes still on — yay?¿ — and his head buried into Jeno's neck. Honestly, the predicament wasn't that much a problem because Jeno smelled nice and Jaemin felt comfortable, but at the same time, it was pretty fucking gay. Even for Jaemin.

The younger moved his head back so he could look fully at Jeno and admire his face, sharp features somehow soft under the bright light cast through the window. Little did he know, the brunette was thinking the exact same thing about him. A few minutes before, Jeno had woken up, also surprised and oddly content, loving how adorable Jaemin looked. Not to sound gay or anything.

"Did you really just call me 'angel'?" Jaemin asked, voice raspy.

"Your skin's glowing," the other stated and grinned, his eye smile brighter than the room. "You ain't got a radioactive disease or anything, but your glow is stronger than using McD fries' grease as highlight."

"So I'm moist?"

"Who wouldn't be after a night with me?" Jeno's soft smile turned wicked, and Jaemin almost fell off the bed. Last night finally resurfaced in his mind.

Liking Jeno's appearance in the morning was one gay thing, but having made out with the boy for endless hours was a whole other level. Salami girl was indeed correct when she said they were homo to the max.

The older tilted his head and propped himself up on his elbows, staring curiously at Jaemin who turned back to look at him, saying, "So..."

"La, ti," Jeno continued, still quizzical. "Do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you--"

"Mcshut the dickfuck up. So last night..."

"Mhm, that's how it feels to chew 5 Gum."

Jaemin scoffed and glared at the older. "Wrong, we didn't play the sport of dick pounding."

"That's 'cause your asshole is so tight I'd probably cum literal peanuts — oh, and will you accept that you bottom?"

"Again, you weren't pounding your obese dick in my ass."

"Finally!" Jeno dramatically heaved a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and placing his hands over his heart for added effect. "You admit my dick is large."

"I will deletus your fetus ass from my Roblox party--"

"I still top — on Roblox and in bed, imagine stanning a double-threat skinny king like myself."

"My tongue was literally down your throat the whole fucking time and I gave you more hickeys than you have STDs," Jaemin hissed, not ready to admit that he kind of liked being dominated by Jeno. If he was being honest, it was really hot.

Shaking his head, Jeno chuckled. "Keep dreaming. And drippin'."

"Sure babe, my moist dreams that are real life will have you screaming my name in them." Jaemin flopped back onto the bed and smiled innocently while Jeno choked on nothing.

The pink-haired always felt comfortable around the older, knowing he could say anything and not be afraid of the reaction. Yet at the moment, he felt apprehensive. It was exactly like less than two months ago when he'd been a nervous wreck contemplating how to talk to Jeno about their kiss.

This time was different though. He didn't want a confrontation that would end in them agreeing to stay as friends. He wanted more.

Thoughtfully, Jeno gazed down at the younger and trailed his hand up his cheekbone to play with his pink hair, drawing Jaemin's eyes to look into his. "What's got your dick rolled up like a burrito?"

"Chittahorny made an account on Pornhub and--" Jaemin breathed in, gathering the last of his innocence. "Do you know how long it took my mind to rotato potato away from it-- the trauma, Seventeen could never."

"Ugh!" the older screwed his face up distastefully. "Don't remind me, my purity fucking shattered harder than the flat earth when you drop a Nokia 420 on it from a plane."

Jaemin pursed his lips and nodded. After a few moments of quiet, he asked, "What are we? We were gayer than men-hating Red Velvet."

Amused, Jeno snorted. "We identify as 'chaotic gay' on the Alignment chart."

"I'll still roast your dick any day, but to be honest," Jaemin continued, moving his eyes to stare at the wall across the room, "I'd say you're my main dude now."

"So we're just two bros not in a hot tub, tongues inside each other cause we're both gay?" Jeno clarified.

He wholeheartedly agreed with everything Jaemin said, and oddly felt relief sweep over him. Why did he care? He had no clue, but it was reassuring to know Jaemin didn't want to throw away all they had — at the very least.

"Uhm--" trying to gather his blasting thoughts, Jaemin inhaled deeply. Unsure of how to word that he wanted to be more than friends with Jeno, he resorted to instinct. When in doubt, be a confident gay. "Whatever, as long as you remember you're mine, babe."

Winking at the older and causing the brunette to almost fall off the bed, he moved to change out of his clothes, naked right in front of Jeno's salad and unholy eyes. The older cleared his throat and tried awkwardly not to stare, then shook his head and scrambled off to his own room to change.

lol whatta (man) mess.

After, they made their way downstairs. For once, both their mothers were home and greeted them brightly when they entered the kitchen.

"So, Jeno," the boy's mother began, Jeno nodding in acknowledgment as he spread Nutella on a piece of toast. He handed it to the younger first like the boyfriend-material boi he was, then spread another for himself. "You already know I've been promoted, and that's why I'm not around much."

Beside Jaemin, Jeno nodded and leaned forward with his elbows on the island, biting into his toast over a plate. Especially with having been at boarding school for the past year, he was used to his mother not being around at the Na household. Sure, it had been a little lonely, but it was customary to spend his days with Jaemin and sometimes the younger's mother if she wasn't busy.

"But I've finally found a place!" she stated, smiling.

Suddenly, Jeno dropped his toast onto his plate — Nutella side up, bless the Lord, all y'all saying God ain't real can try to come for me I dare you. "Wowie my weenie, after a whole year? That's proof that a god is really out there."

"Your weenie?" Mrs. Lee scrunched her nose up in disgust, disappointed but not surprised.

"My wenis."

"Uhuh, of course."

"Wait," Jaemin intervened to ask an extremely important question, "so does that mean I can't play Fortnite and watch Netflix with him all night every night anymore?"

His mother snorted, also disappointed but not surprised while Mrs. Lee laughed. "Not quite. I have to show him the condo first and if he likes it, it'll be ready for us to move in during mid-October. You'll still have the whole summer with each other. Which you're both okay with now, you've become very close over the year."

"Yes!" Mrs. Na exclaimed joyfully. "See, Jaemin, I told you that you two could become friends if you got over your petty drama."

"Mhm, yup, friends," the boy repeated, nodding gravely.

"Just two dudes being bros," Jeno added on, tone the same as Jaemin's.

"I'm proud of you both," Mrs. Lee stated, Jaemin's mother nodding in agreement. "And I'm sorry for putting you in a tough position and being away so often, but I'm glad you managed. Your character and relationship development is admirable."

"Yeah, turns out Jaemin doesn't suck that much," Jeno shrugged, throwing a small grin to the pink-haired.

"Obviously, I just kiss you not give you blowjobs," Jaemin muttered under his breath, audible to Jeno who choked, but an incoherent mumble to the mothers who looked questioningly.

"It's nothing," the youngest waved. "Anyway, since Jeno's going to university out of town with me and staying in a dorm, will he move during winter break? Or reading week?"

"Most likely, yes," Mrs. Lee answered. "For now, focus on enjoying your summer. I'll show you the condo sometime this week, and Jaemin, you can come along too if you'd like."

The pink-haired nodded as thanks and both boys finished up their food, Jaemin bringing both plates to the sink. Suddenly, Jeno snapped his fingers and asked Jaemin, "Chensung's throwing a party at Chenle's place right now. Salami girl and other kids from school are coming."

Jeno's mother frowned, muttering, "The fuck is a Salami girl?" while Jaemin's perked up, "Is that boy Jaemin's been texting going to go?"

"Doesn't matter, Jaemin'll be with me the whole time," Jeno quickly replied while the younger sipping from his mug of tea widened his eyes at the possessiveness.

Mrs. Lee murmured, "Not to be the mom who brags about her child's accomplishments, but my son's really out there making moves."

"And my son's really out here being a submissive bottom," Mrs. Na sighed.

Jaemin spat out his tea, then continued drinking it as if nothing had happened, positioning his hand on his mug to show Jeno his middle finger.

Jeno burst out in laughter. "Even our moms know, you can't deny it now!"

"I hate existence," the youngest stated.

"But you don't hate Jeno's dick," the mothers calmly replied simultaneously.

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[a/n]: wHaaaat am i gonna start updating everyday idk who knows maybe if im not too lazy