Jeno sighs watching Renjun and Mark bickering again, "Pink looks better on him!" The chinese yells.

Mark rolled his eyes, "why can't he try black for once?! He wore pink last time!" He fought back, Renjun gasps and places a hand on his chest looking quite offended.

"Are you trying to make our child look like some rascal?!" He leans forward and glares at the eldest, "I knew you were a bad influence on this family! We're breaking up!" He huffs.

Mark crossed his arms, "I'm just saying he should try wearing something different for once!" He protests, Jeno rolled his eyes at them, it was like watching his parents fight on what candy they should buy him.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and they were invited to Na Jaemin's party.

How? Well, it all happened because Mark had threw a ball at Donghyuck by accident and the latter told him that he'll accept his apology if they'll go to Jaemin's party.

Mark panicked and agreed immediately, Renjun had smacked him on the head that day for being a dumbass, twice.

They had already asked permissions to their parents and guardians, Donghae had lectured Jeno to promise him not to go overboard, he does want the brunet to have fun and stuff because he's a kid after all.

But he just doesn't want Jeno to get in trouble or forced to do something, especially smoking, his lungs would get worst for that. So here Jeno and his friends are, choosing an outfit for the latter.

Sure, Mark and Renjun aren't actually dating, it's just that they baby Jeno quite often to the point that they had took the positions as parents and usually bicker on who can win Jeno's heart.

Jeno appreciates their affection and care for him of course, but it's just annoying sometimes when they fight about useless things, he still loves them though.

While Renjun wants to dress him up and teach him like a cutie he deserves to show off and make it obvious that he's an angel, Mark wants to dress him up and teach him differently like something normal, whatever that means. The young chinese prefers to call it "teaching him to be a devil."

As they bicker, Jeno stood up and goes to his walk in closet to choose clothes that he wants to try out, without his friends' for now. He takes off his glasses and almost bumps into some shelves before finally putting on his contact lenses.

He looks at his full length mirror and smiles at himself, "good enough," he thought and walks out to see Renjun tackling Mark on the floor.

"Guys," he calls out, none of them noticed or heard him.

"You fucking dick!" Renjun said as Mark tried to fight back.

"Guys," he tried again, once again ignored. He sighs and fumbles with his sweater.

"You're not his father anymore! We're getting a divorce you prick, bad influence and shit–"

"Oppas~" they went silent and Mark took the opportunity to shove Renjun away who was frozen, they looked at Jeno who was playing with his fingers and a shy smile on his face.

"So...?" Jeno asked nervously, Renjun gawked and stood up, stepping on Mark's leg ignoring the yelp from the boy and cups Jeno's cheeks, squishing it.

"You," he widens his eyes, "My baby," he dramatically cries and hugs Jeno tightly, Mark stood up and brushed the dust on his clothes as he approached the two.

"You look amazing Jen," Jeno thanks him with a nod since he can't really breath properly from the tight hug, Mark tugged on Renjun's arm and pulled him away, "that's enough now Injun."

Renjun wipes a tear and sniffles, "I'm just so proud! Our JenJen is growing up too fast," he sobs on Mark's shoulder.

Jeno giggled and smacked his arm earning a whine, "shut up and let's go to this damn party," the two cheered and followed him to walk downstairs.

☘︎

Jeno walks in and immediately wants to leave, the smell of alcohol and hormones were so strong that he had to triple check if this was the right house– or well in that case, Mansion.

The place was nice and the decorations were placed impressively, there were tons of food and drinks for everyone and tables were scattered as some people occupied them.

Jeno just didn't really like the amount of people around and not to mention just the atmosphere, sure he had literally just went to one a few weeks ago, but that doesn't mean he's finding a liking to it.

He doesn't hate it either, he likes the idea of another way to relieve stress and let loose is by partying, but it's just not his forte.

It's only worse when he got lost in the sea of hormonal teenagers and feels like suffocating.

Renjun and Mark were nowhere to be seen and he tries to send them a message on the groupchat, but got no responses from neither of the two.

He guesses Mark was with Donghyuck or something since when they arrived, the eldest of their friend group was looking around, seemingly like he's searching for someone.

Renjun though was either pushed or pushed himself away when he saw a glimpse of Wong Yukhei playing beer pong.

Jeno though, didn't have the guts to blame his friends, so he just stood there in the kitchen looking at the variety of food and drinks displayed on the table.

He didn't really know any of the drinks and the chips were kinda soggy, assuming someone had spilled their drink on them or something, he keeps looking and flinched when someone approaches him.

"Didn't expect to see you here," he turns around to see Jaemin standing behind him with a red solo cup on his hand and the other tucked in on his pocket.

Jeno cleared his throat, "surprise I guess," with a little sarcasm as he shrugged his shoulders.

Jaemin hums, "very pretty surprise indeed," Jeno raised a brow on what he just heard. Is Jaemin drunk?

"Are you drunk?" Fuck. Jeno mentally slaps himself at how he just spoke out his words in his mind. Jaemin seemed amused at his visible panic state and sips on his cup.

"Not quite, tipsy? Yes," He answered, Jeno nodded his head awkwardly and looks around, admiring the area and decorations.

"Are you going to drink or not?" Jaemin raised a brow, the brunet snaps out of his daze and looks at him, tilting his head in confusion.

"Huh?" Jaemin widens his eyes at the sound and stares at him, he then shook his head and clears his throat.

"Drink? Y'know, alcohol?" He repeats pointing at the food display with his occupied hand using his index finger before taking a sip, Jeno makes a face in realization and thoughts for awhile.

"I-I don't know what to drink," he mumbles and plays with his sleeves, Jaemin clicks his tongue and steps closer.

"Then drink this," he said and Jeno looks up at him, he looks at the red solo cup before hesitantly taking it.

"I-is this strong?" He asked, Jaemin shrugged his shoulders and placed a hand on the counter behind Jeno, dangerously close to his waist and slightly trapping him.

"Try it," Jeno takes a sniff and scrunched his nose at the smell, he looks up at the elder and Jaemin nods looking at him in the eyes.

He sighs and goes for it, not really experienced with these types of things and fucking gulps all of it, Jaemin widens his eyes at the younger and takes the cup away, "slow down," he said strictly.

Jeno grimaced in disgust at the taste, "blegh," he looks at Jaemin with his tongue still poking out, "this is gross, I feel like my heart is burning!"

Jaemin chuckled and placed the cup down as he lets his other hand rest at the other side of Jeno, successfully trapping him, "well, that happens," he nonchalantly replied.

Jeno then started to get dizzy and looks up at Jaemin, he doesn't really have a high alcohol tolerance and won't even remember this by tomorrow.

He stares at Jaemin's lips and the elder noticed, he too becoming slightly more tipsy than before, the alcohol kicking in to both of them.

"You're cute, y'know?" Jaemin said placing his hands on Jeno's waist, the brunet blinks and looks at the elder's Adam's apple as the boy purposely gulped.

Jeno hums and looks back to his eyes, his own half lidded and blinks at Jaemin, "thanks," he mumbles before he felt dry lips on his.

They both didn't know who leaned in first, but that didn't really matter now. Jaemin tightens his grip on Jeno's waist as the younger trails his hands on his pink hair, tugging on it and leaning closer.

Jaemin licks on his lip asking for entrance, Jeno immediately opened his mouth and lets him in, he moans when he felt Jaemin's tongue exploring his mouth.

☘︎

One thing lead to another and here they are now, Jaemin leaving marks on Jeno's skin and smirking when the brunet makes a sound as he tugs on his hair.

He goes back up to Jeno's lips and kisses him hard, Jeno immediately cups his face and brings him closer, whining and begging for more.

Finally, Jaemin rolled up a condom and parted Jeno's legs, the boy willingly spreads them for him, and pushes in as Jeno moans out his name.

"Jaemin~" he whimpers as Jaemin pulls out and slams back in, both moaning and groaning at the feeling of pleasure.

Soon, Jaemin goes faster and deeper as Jeno was a moaning mess, gripping on the bedsheets, tugging on his hair, scratching his back, anything and anywhere really, as long as he has somewhere to hold on to when he feels so good.

They soon both came at the same time, Jeno between their stomachs and Jaemin into the condom.

Jaemin pulled out and throws the condom away to a nearby trash bin in his room, he pants and turns to face Jeno who had already fell asleep.

They probably won't remember this by tomorrow.

☘︎

Wrong, Jeno woke up with a familiar headache and felt like throwing up, this one was actually worst than the last one.

He stands up and runs to another door, thankful that it was actually the bathroom and throws up in the toilet. He hears someone groaning and a few shuffles but he ignores it.

Jaemin rubs his eyes and grabs the clothes on the floor, he puts his on the laundry basket and goes to his closet, changing into some new fresh clothes.

He raised a brow at the sight of someone's clothes, familiar clothes. He then heard someone in the bathroom and didn't even hesitate to open the door.

He widens his eyes seeing Jeno throwing up in his toilet, tears in his eyes and very naked. He blinks and goes back to his room, grabbing Jeno's clothes and rushing back in.

"Are you okay?" He asked, the brunet looks up with glassy eyes and winces at the light, he shakes his head and immediately regrets it when he whimpers at the pain.

"It hurts, what was in that drink?" he mumbles and sees Jaemin lending him his clothes, he takes it and slowly but surely puts them on as the elder stood up, walking towards to one of his bathroom drawers and searches for something.

"Tequila," Jaemin takes out a pill and fills up a cup from the sink, he turns towards Jeno and kneels down, "drink this," he ushers. The brunet takes it and gulps the whole cup down.

Jaemin takes the cup back and sighs, "let me drive you home," he runs his fingers through his hair as Jeno was about to protest, "you're hangover and you don't have a car," he quickly adds.

Jeno sighs in defeat and nodded reluctantly, he stands up and shuts his eyes at the throbbing pain, Jaemin hesitantly grabs his arm and leads him out of the room.

Jeno didn't have the energy to protest, so he lets himself getting dragged.

The ride home was a familiar sense of awkwardness, Jeno was staring out the window, slowly falling asleep until the car stopped and Jaemin spoke, "we're here," he shoots up and nodded tiredly.

He opens the door and before he could shut it close, a hand grabbed onto his as he turned to face the elder, "Remember, don't tell anyone about this, got it?" Jaemin lowered his tone.

Jeno shivered and nodded, "o-okay," Jaemin grinned and leaned back on his seat, "t-thanks for the r-ride," he stutters.

Jaemin hums and nodded his head in acknowledgement, Jeno nodded back unconsciously and shuts the door closed before entering his house, he peeks through the window and sees Jaemin's car driving off.