Jeno walks around the living room, gently pushing through the sea of people as he flashes those who greet him with his sweet smile.

He ignores the sweaty dancing bodies surrounding him, the booming music through the speakers as he tries to find a certain someone amongst the crowd.

Passing by Smithers who's on guard in any case of emergencies, he manages to ask audible enough for the middle-aged man. "Is he still not here yet?"

Smithers purses his lips whilst looking around the living room, shrugging his shoulders. "I'll ask the others, maybe he's already here and we just didn't notice."

A little satisfied with the response he had gotten, Jeno nods his head in understanding. "Alright, I'm going to get a drink." He excuses himself not forgetting to share a quick side hug with Smithers.

In all honesty, he's been waiting impatiently for this person. Not just all night, but all day too even at school.

Although, he does understand why the person must be a little late or so at this random and unnecessary party.

As far as Jeno knows, he assumes the blond haired boy who he's been waiting for is trying to be as sneaky as he can. If not, there's a hold up.

He hopes for the former as it's the least concerning.

Walking over to the counter where the snacks and drinks have been displayed for everyone, he grabs a red solo cup from its stack to his right and pours himself a fruit punch.

He's not sure if he's going to get tipsy tonight, even if the slightest bit, but one thing is for sure; he wants to stay sober until the person he's waiting for is here.

Fortunately for him, he doesn't have to wait long as a sudden pair of strong yet comforting arms snake around his waist, soon a chin rests on his tensed shoulder.

He flinches from the surprise presence, turning his head to see a handsome face grinning at him. "Waiting for me?" The voice was low but it wasn't anything bad.

It has Jeno sighing in relief, taking a small sniff of the minty breath fanning him due to how close they were.

Smiling back, he turns his body around to finally face the blond haired boy, quietly happy that the pair of arms didn't let go of him.

"I've been waiting impatiently for you, honestly." He admits, "I looked around to check if you were already here and I just didn't know."

Chuckling, Jaemin replies with, "don't worry, I just got here. Andre was about to report to you but I told him he doesn't have to."

Jeno hums in response, taking a sip of his fruit punch. "What took you long, though?"

"You told me to dress nicely for you, so I did." Jaemin gives him a look, his words nothing but genuine.

Jeno pauses, blinking before scanning Jaemin's outfit, now noticing. There's a sense of awe creeping up to him once it clicks.

Jaemin made effort to be here, to dress up nicely, all for Jeno.

Even though the brunet boy was actually just joking about what his outfit should be as he doesn't really care what Jaemin wears because he's effortlessly handsome.

Jaemin still did it anyway.

Snaking a palm up to his broad chest, Jeno rubs the spot with his thumb in circles. "Bubby, I was joking, you didn't have to dress up for a party."

"Who said I dressed up for the party?" Jaemin raises a brow, but his smirk says otherwise. "I dressed up for you."

Jeno rolls his eyes, "didn't know you could be so flirty too, that's supposed to be my job." He scoffs, jokingly.

Taking another gulp of his drink, he makes sure the plastic cup was far enough from them just in case it spills.

if it does, it'll only splash them a bit or so, but the most damage will be on Jeno's hand and on the kitchen floor.

Running his palm up to Jaemin's broad shoulder, he smiles up at the elder boy with a glint in his eyes that has Jaemin gulping dryly in return.

"You look so handsome, bub." He compliments, eyelashes fluttering due to the neo lights behind Jaemin's figure flashing his sight.

The blond haired boy licks his dry lips, "th-thanks." Breathless for no reason, as if he had just ran a mile.

It is something like that with Jeno anyway, he's chasing Jeno's heart that does nothing but teasing him to no end, already knowing Jaemin owns it but still decides to push his buttons.

Jaemin thinks for a moment before saying, "if you're still up for it..."

"Are your friends here?" Jeno tilts his head to the side, curiosity and a little bit of hesitation in his eyes.

The blond haired boy didn't expect that question to pop up, but what can he say? Jeno is unpredictable at times.

"I don't know," he replies nonetheless. "But yours are." Pointing out the obvious.

His words elicits a chuckle from Jeno, shaking his head in amusement. "No shit," he says.

Jaemin smiles fondly, "but... They still count, right?"

Jeno ponders in thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, "you said not to care about anyone else, just us two." He parrots Jaemin's previous words just yesterday.

"I'm just checking, if you're uncomfortable and think that–"

"Jaemin," Jeno cuts him off with a serious look and as equally serious tone. "I really don't know nor do I care."

Jaemin looks at him, hesitant to do or say anything, about to remove his arms away from Jeno's beautiful and warm body.

But Jeno doesn't let him, once he felt the arms sliding off from his waist, he quickly places his plastic cup down and pulls Jaemin's arms back.

"Leaving?" Tone challenging and mischievous.

Jaemin furrows his eyebrows, curious as to what Jeno's intentions are. He doesn't reply immediately, his brain not cooperating with him to form words.

Jeno snickers, "kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me, right here, right now." He repeats.

And it's like deja vu all over again and again.

Jaemin freezes, it's not like he doesn't want to. But he isn't sure of Jeno's drunk or is totally sober and he actually means it.

"I'm not drunk." Weirdly enough, Jeno tells him out of the blue as if he had read Jaemin's thoughts that easily.

"Are you sure?" Jaemin croaks, hands squirming on Jeno's waist.

The younger boy nods, eyes determined as he smiles at him ever so sweetly. Reassuring him that he shouldn't worry about anything else, just like he said.

Because Jeno wants this as much as he does.

"Fucking kiss me, babe. I don't give a shit about the people around us."

He has a point.

Jaemin is already here, they're already in each other's hold, someone has probably already seen them since the beginning.

There's no turning back, and they've already gone this far.

One more move for a lot of people to see can confirm and start many things. In both ways.

But that's expected, what they have is something doubtful for everyone. Except for the two of them.

So without further a do, without thinking of anybody else but the pretty brunet boy in his arms, Jaemin nods.

He was going for a slow approach, but he was flustered when Jeno pulls him by the nape, connecting their lips together; hungry and impatient.

Jaemin is just the same, just trying to hide it.

Jeno tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, lips smiling when Jaemin inches closer and closer, not realizing he's pushing him against the counter.

The hands around his waist tightens their grip, a thumb caressing his skin as if to add something soft in between the hungry and messy make out.

Jeno then gets an idea, he quietly smirks while Jaemin's busy occupying his cupid's bow.

However, the blond haired boy grunts when there was a sudden tug on his belt, pulling him flushed against Jeno's body that has the owner giggling.

Pulling away for air, Jaemin glares at him. "You sneaky little thing." He mutters with no bite to his words.

Jeno continues to giggle, enjoying the reaction he had gotten from his actions. Snaking his arms around Jaemin's neck and leaning in again for their noses to brush against each other.

"That felt good..." He says out loud, getting a hum of acknowledgement from Jaemin.

Suddenly, they both flinch in each other's hold when a shriek was heard nearby.

Turning to the source of the sound, they were a little relieved to see who it was.

"I knew it!" Amy gasps, "eek! Congrats!" She jumps up and down on the spot.

Jaemin knits his eyebrows and leans in to discreetly whisper, "is she drunk?"

He gets a smack on his chest in return. "She's not," Jeno snorts as he plants a kiss on Jaemin's cheek.

"Now, ready to have fun in plain sight?"

And in a blink of an eye, they're off to the dance floor actually enjoying themselves with a ton of people around them.

Unbeknownst to them, two boys have spotted them and watched the whole thing, eyes glaring harshly as one of them was fuming in disappointment and anger.

I warned you, Jaemin. But hopefully it's not too late to save you.