Jaemin is a little hesitant until now. Even when he's already in front of Jeno's house gate, he has that little thought in the back of his head saying he could just turn around and leave.

He doesn't need to be here, he could care less about what Jeno said earlier in the boys' bathroom - okay that's a blatant lie, he does care because he's getting curious.

Still, he purses his lips and squeezes his grip on the backpack strap that's on his shoulder. About to turn on his heel and head home as if he wasn't here in the first place.

Until the guard stops him, "hey, kid." Voice stern as he stood up from the chair by the gate. "I've seen you a lot around here lately." He said, walking over to Jaemin.

The blond haired school boy raises a brow, inwardly thinking, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" As he clears his throat.

"Uh, yeah... Jeno and I are classmates, we kinda know each other." Silently cringing afterwards by his choice of words.

However, he quietly sighs in relief when the guard in front of him hums. "You live around here?" Another question was being sent to Jaemin.

What is this? An interrogation?

"Err... Not really," choosing not to say where exactly he's from. What if the guards hunt him down or something for whatever reason he did? What if Jeno sends them to attack him?

Might be a bit over exaggerated, but you never know.

"Then, do you need anything? Must be about Jeno, I suppose?" The guard asks, his tone a tad bit more friendly now.

"Oh," Jaemin couldn't contain widening his eyes for a second, remembering as to why he's here. "Yeah, uhm, he said I should stop by for something?"

Seeing the slightly confused face the guard has, Jaemin scratches his nape awkwardly. "Sorry, sir. I don't really know why Jeno invited me over..."

Hearing that, the guard surprisingly nods and beckons him to follow as he opens the front gates. He gestures someone over and then to Jaemin.

"Little prince has a guest. Please guide him to the front door," the person who was called over, nods obediently.

Jaemin didn't have any other choice but to follow, like every time he's here.

It's honestly pretty weird, he can literally run back out of the Lee residence at any point, it's not like he's being held in restraint.

But once he steps foot in their property, it's as if he doesn't have any control over himself. Or maybe changing his mind as he's low-key in denial anyway.

However, none of that matters right now. What matters is he's back in Jeno's bedroom after the person - seemingly a gardener - and Smithers, welcome him in the house.

Once Jeno was being called to greet his guest, the brunet boy immediately led Jaemin upstairs to his bedroom. Discreetly gesturing something to Smithers.

"Why are we here?" Was the first thing Jaemin asked. Not why he's here. Sitting on the side of Jeno's bed.

Jeno briefly glances at him as he walks around the room to close the newly changed window curtains. "Privacy." Quietly mumbling in reply.

After he's done, he sits cross-legged on the middle area of his bed. Near Jaemin, yet he still feels like he's a bit far away.

"I'm surprised you listened and came over," a proud smile stretches itself on Jeno's lips. "But, is it because of what I have to say or..."

Drawling out, he inches closer and stifles a giggle at Jaemin's face leaning back. "Is it because of me?"

"Stop with the shenanigans, Lee Jeno and just tell me what you meant back there in the bathroom." Jaemin snaps, obviously not in the mood for this typical behavior of the younger boy.

However, the brunet boy, as always, grins and leans back from Jaemin's bubble. "You should be grateful." Licking his lips to moisturize them, "for what I did that night."

"Seducing and harassing me? Why the fuck would I be grateful of that bullshit, Jeno?" Jaemin was furious. Has this kid gone insane?

Oh right, it's Lee Jeno. He's full of bullcrap.

Rolling his eyes, Jeno rests his palms behind him on the mattress. "And this is why you're here." Muttering in annoyance from Jaemin's outburst.

Finally, a different reaction other than not being bothered at all.

"Then what is it? Just tell me so I can get out of here." The blond haired boy demands, a huff escaping his lips as his nose flared.

An amusing sight for Jeno, if he's being quite honest. "You really don't know, do you?" Snickering for a moment.

"Ever wondered why they didn't bother you after? Because they believed we 'made out' on the lips when you just gave me two hickeys to make it seem like it." Quoting with his fingers.

Tilting his head, almost a bit teasingly, Jeno continues.

"And about them spreading word around school, you don't have to worry about that. I made sure they won't, and they don't have any reason to, anyway."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Jaemin's skeptical of his words. "How can I believe you?" Squinting his eyes while at it, full of doubt to cover his anxiousness about the mention of it.

Chuckling, Jeno shakes his head in silly, as if Jaemin sounds stupid right now. "Because that's how it works." He emphasizes.

When Jaemin doesn't say anything in reply, Jeno leans forward and hums. "Trust me, babe. No one will have a single clue what truly happened in that bathroom that night, just us two."

As if he's being hypnotized by Jeno's voice, Jaemin snaps out of his stupor and grunts. "Whatever, I just don't want anyone to know I had my lips on you." He hisses.

Raising a brow, Jeno smiles crookedly. "And why's that, love? Didn't you like kissing me? Or are you just upset it wasn't on the lips?" Sneering at the elder boy.

As expected, based from Jeno's small observation, the blond haired boy glares at him before scoffing. "It doesn't matter where, what matters is I didn't like it."

"Are you sure?" Jeno continues to pester, a small pout on his plump lips. "You seemed to have enjoyed it, though. Lips or not, you went for it."

"Because you told me to! And no, I had a bit of alcohol that night. Besides, you and your stupid stuck-up friends wouldn't leave me alone." There it is again, Jaemin snapping out.

"Sure, babe. You're being so honest to me right now," the younger boy said in sarcasm. "As if you never want to have a quick taste of my lips, mhmm."

Jaemin clenches his jaw, "because I don't. And even if I did, I wouldn't like it. Your stupid charms won't work on me, Lee."

"Oh yeah? Want to bet on that?" Jeno perks up, now getting a confused look from Jaemin. "You sure you won't like it? Kissing me and all?"

Receiving a nod from Jaemin, although his eyebrows were furrowed, Jeno clicks his tongue.

"Kiss me, then." He orders.

"What?" A bit flustered, though it's kinda expected for others' perspective, Jaemin swallows dryly trying to keep his composure. "Stop kidding ar-"

"I'm being serious, babe," Jeno seductively purrs as he crawls over to Jaemin's bubble, invading him once again.

Seeing the elder boy seemingly not moving away, whether reluctant or because he actually doesn't want to leave, Jeno smirks.

He snakes a hand around Jaemin's nape, fingers gently playing with the hair at the back of his head as his other hand rests on Jaemin's knee.

Leaning in to his ear, Jeno manages to meet Jaemin's dark gaze, "kiss me, babe. Let's see if you're being honest or not." Thumb sensually caressing his semi trembling knee.

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Spoiler: next chapter is a bit spicy 🔥 just saying :p