"Okay, now since Jaemin is here to join us–"

"Hold on," the said blond haired boy interrupts Patrine with his eyebrows furrowed, "I didn't say I wanted to play." He says matter-of-a-factly.

The raven haired girl rolls her eyes and glances at one of their friends, "well, either you play along with us or go back downstairs with those drunk and horny people."

"What's the difference?" Jaemin remarks with a bite, raising one of his eyebrows as if he was testing her. He looks around the circle as his lips form a small sarcastic yet knowing smirk.

"I'd rather leave," he says and makes a move to stand up from the ground before grunting quietly when he was pulled back down.

"You can't leave." Jeno tells him, still having his fingers wrapped around Jaemin's wrist from being the one refraining the elder boy from his departure.

Jaemin glances at him and down to his hand holding Jaemin's wrist. "Your friends aren't here, where are they?" Hakim points out, looking around.

His words made Patrine chuckle, "are they here or are they not?" She asks once Jaemin didn't respond.

"What's it to you?" The blond haired boy hisses, gaze shifting from Jeno to the raven haired girl behind his shoulder.

"Just wondering if I should tell them you're sneaking out or not." Patrine drawls, a small smile on her face.

Although it made her look semi shy and harmless, Jaemin isn't buying it. He doesn't personally know her – or well, any of these fucking people – but he has a gut feeling that he should be cautious of them.

"Well, how about this," Amy speaks up, her left hand holding a half drunk red solo cup. "We let Jaemin go after he gets picked atleast once." She proposes.

By the looks of it, she looks a little tipsy. Her eyes are tired as her eyelids are slowly fluttering close by the second, but she still has a tad bit sense of mind.

He's about to protest, as usual, but the others cheer at Amy's suggestion. "That's a good idea," Patrine said and turns back to Jaemin.

"Simple deal, you play until you get chosen or you leave and we'll tell your friends." Oh for crying out loud.

Jaemin would usually get angry and protest against them, like any of his friends would, but he's too tired to do so knowing there's no use after his first experience which was last time.

So he sighs and pulls his wrist back from Jeno's loose yet meaningful grip, nodding his head as the brunet boy slowly sits back down while keeping his eyes on him.

"Fine," Jaemin reluctantly agrees while cringing when the others cheer again, "let's play." Already grabbing the empty bottle and spins it in one go.

"Someone's excited." Amy giggles as she gulps her drink down, watching the empty bottle spinning fast with everyone waiting in anticipation.

Well, yeah, Jaemin's excited – to go home and get this over with so he can rethink his actions and cuss at himself about it until tomorrow.

Once the bottle stops, everyone's grinning except Jaemin – of course – as they all look at the chosen one. The brunet boy who made Jaemin reluctantly stay, snickers in amusement.

"Let's get this over with," Jaemin grumbles as he glares at Jeno, who has been – unfortunately for him – picked, but was stunned when Patrine speaks up.

"Oh no, we're not playing normal spin the bottle this time, it's seven minutes in heaven." Her lips forming a smirk as Hakim pats Jaemin's shoulder as if he was giving him a 'good luck'.

"What? But no one told me!" Jaemin snaps, feeling his blood boil as he clenches his hands into fists.

"Too bad and it's too late. Come on, don't you wanna have our Jeno all to yourself for seven minutes?" Patrine pets Jeno's hair while at it to emphasize her words.

Before Jaemin could retort or do something, Jeno was quick to grab his hand and pull them both up, "I got this guys," he winks while tugging Jaemin to follow him.

Ignoring the comments aimed at them from Jeno's friends behind, Jaemin was trying to pull his hand back and make a run for it – call him a coward but it's survival against herpes, bitch.

But he was too deep in his thoughts about it that he didn't realize Jeno has locked them in his bathroom. Pulling the elder boy close with his back against the door.

Jaemin grunts from the action as his hands were caging the younger boy against the door in front of him, "what the hell?" He whisper-yells.

Jeno rolls his eyes and trails his fingers on Jaemin's shirt, "nice outfit, giving me a very chic and hot kind of vibe. It gives contrast to your blond hair," he comments.

Knitting his eyebrows, Jaemin scoffs in reply. "Is this your way of seducing me? I'm not kissing you." Intending to pull away.

But once again, Jeno pulls him back by his shirt to enter his personal space, "can't even take a compliment from me, babe?" He pouts.

Getting a reaction from Jaemin despite it being negative and intimidating, Jeno chuckles and tugs him even more closer.

"Fine, I'll spare you this time," he mutters before smiling, "kiss my neck."

"Are you shitting me? No!" Jaemin hisses but was shushed down by the brunet boy.

"Didn't you say you don't want to kiss me? On the lips right?" Jeno raises a brow while tilting his head to the side, getting a nod from Jaemin who's frowning deeply.

"Then kiss my neck and give me a hickey or two, if you don't want to stay longer with my friends pestering you." He continues with a stern tone.

Jaemin hesitates as Jeno was mumbling something along the lines of, "time is ticking. They'll knock soon and inspect us."

Biting his inner cheek, he gives up and does as told. Leaning in to Jeno's skin as the brunet boy cranes his neck to give him more access.

Till now, Jaemin is having so much unanswered questions in his thoughts accompanied by self blaming.

Because here he is now, caging Jeno between his bathroom door as his lips were attached to the younger boy's soft but semi sweaty skin due to the temperature or tension.

Once Jaemin parts his lips and sucks the unmarked skin as his tongue licks along here and there, Jeno tenses as he clutches onto Jaemin's black shirt.

Unconsciously, Jaemin moves to another spot, and continues off there. But almost pulls away when he gets a high pitched moan from Jeno.

His intentions were refrained from Jeno's hand now reaching up to his hair and clutching Jaemin's locks there.

"Shit, keep going." Jeno tells him on demand, squirming in Jaemin's hold as his toes curled inside his shoes.

Coincidentally, the spot Jaemin moved to was Jeno's sweet spot, resulting the brunet boy to melt in his touch.

Letting go one of his hands, he takes a hold of Jaemin's and guides it to his own waist, encouraging the elder boy to hold him there, keeping him in place.

Weirdly enough, Jaemin felt something in his stomach hearing Jeno's moans and seeing his blissful state once he takes a peek.

The brunet boy was biting his lower lip to suppress his moans everytime he feels Jaemin sucking harder, clutching onto his blond hair tightly as he was practically melting by the second.

When they get a knock on the door, Jaemin was quick to pull away as both of them were panting heavily.

Jaemin from sucking Jeno's neck and the lack of air as the said boy due to Jaemin's touch.

"Seven minutes are over!" They hear Hakim say behind the door as Jaemin was about to fix his appearance.

However, Jeno grabs his hands and shakes his head at him, "that's not how things work, love. Stay like that, you look fine either way." He said.

And for some reason, Jaemin can tell he's being genuine. Jeno's not saying it as a flirty kind of matter or anywhere near that as per usual.

He's saying it wholeheartedly accompanied by a sweet smile with his eyes forming into crescent moons.

Glancing at the mirror one more time, they head out to see Jeno's friends smirking at them as Hakim pats Jaemin on the back as if they're buddies.

"No need to tell us how it went, we can hear Jeno from here even with the music from downstairs." One of them snickers.

The teasing only increased when they saw Jaemin and Jeno's flushed faces as the latter giggles at them with a followed wink.

Meanwhile, Jaemin is back to his deep thoughts of what the hell happened. For sure his friends are going to hear about this.