Viết bởi onetimelessdesire
Giới hạn độ tuổi: Từ 16 tuổi trở lên
Cảnh báo: Quan hệ tình dục (khi phân tích phim... oh my god)
Ghi chú: Mình viết truyện này lâu rồi, giờ mới nhận ra quên cập nhật vào xê ri =))) Nhìn chung, tinh thần chính của xê ri này là tình yêu, tình dục, những chuyện vô lý đi liền với những bộ phim điện ảnh mình thích. Bạn có thể đọc và nghĩ rằng mình đang phân tích phim thông qua tình cảm và tương tác giữa Jeno và Jaemin cũng được ahahahaha. Also, The Isle is a good film but please proceed it with caution.

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Unbelievably, yet very Na Jaemin-ly (It will not be Jaemin then, if it is something believable to Jeno), he agrees to have an up-all-night time at Jeno's dorm room, on one condition that Jeno accidentally spurts out – out of the blue, out of his own character, a very not Lee Jeno-ly thing, but Jeno guesses that may be the reason why Jaemin follows him at first place.

"If you stay in my room," He announces, even surprised at how bold his voice sounds. Sitting across the table, Jaemin has not finished his dinner yet (a bowl of jajangmyeon, some traces of black sauce still remain on Jaemin's lips), but he has moved his focus from the food to Jeno's words. "we will do everything randomly."

"Randomly." Jaemin repeats, his voice vague. "What do you mean by randomly?"

"I don't know. Maybe finding a bunch of non-related films, putting them on a randomizer and pick the sorted out one to watch?"

Actually, Jeno has more ideas to propose on that Randomly night at his room, but that is enough for Jaemin to decide.

Jeno stands up, taking a tissue with him. When he reaches Jaemin's seat, he softly put the tissue on his lips, slowly cleaning the black sauce. And Jaemin, getting used to the older boy's unconsciously caring gestures, murmurs against the tissue. "Alright. I will tell Jisung then. Your room, at nine?"

Jeno nods. "Nine."

That is how it leads to right now, in Jeno's room, nine fifteen, Jaemin stumbles at the door entrance, a white bag on his hand. He is wearing his casual oversized pyjama: a simple shirt and blue pants, his hair tousled in all directions, looking like having done a wild marathon race to get to Jeno's room. "I bought some snacks in GS25 for us." He says happily while dropping the bag on the floor and climbs on Jeno's bed. Jeno is already laying down, the Macbook on top of his belly, a list of films has been collected on his note window, waiting to be randomized. "Why this sudden invitation anyway? I still don't get it."

Honestly, Jeno does not know either. How to explain to your more-than-friend-less-than-lover that one day, you wake up, you see him, and all you want to do is having a movie night session with him? Probably not like Jeno's style this morning, but he did not come up with any better way. And not to mention other additional feelings that are potential to be reasons (he will not list them all down because because): I think about you and I stay in separate rooms and I can not stand that thought (out), I want to feel your warmth and your scent to remain on my bed afterwards, hopefully for days (out), we have not had any comfortable time alone, so I come up with this idea (okay, maybe this is legit enough to say out loud) etc.

"Because I want to develop my aesthetic vision, and I find watching films the only solution that is convenient to us at the moment, and I want to do it with you."

Damn Jeno. Yes, it is him damning himself. And his words, which seem like a whole formal invitation to a yacht party.

Jaemin gives him a long look, before cracking into a smile. "You are always unexpected."

"That description is for you, not me."

"Well, sorry for being a bad influence." Jaemin replies. Bending over, he looks at the screen and tries reading some titles on the list. "Blade Runner 2049... Tokyo Story... wait, do you have any standard when putting these films in the list?"

Jeno shrugs. "I looked up on Google. With some keywords like top 100 movies of all time, and so on."

"You didn't tell me we are having a classic night." Jaemin complains, as his finger moves on the touchpad, scrolling the list downwards. "I know some names, but I haven't watched any. This is cool. We are going to watch an unknown film with an unknown plot ahead."

Jeno coughs. "Aren't we all like this when we see a new movie?"

"For current films, probably you have known from word of mouth, or it gets sprawled all over the Internet before you watch." Jaemin comments. Mimicking Jeno, he lies down next to him, their arms rubbing against each other, the warm skin of Jaemin touching Jeno's making him suddenly awake all of a sudden. "This is not the case. We are going to see something we haven't known before."

Jaemin sounds exciting, much to Jeno's surprise. Before his arrival, Jeno has really looked up on Google for the films they might want to watch. Modern films such as Along with the Gods, or the most recently with Yoo Ahin, he has considered them all to put on the list. But on the other hand, he had the feeling that maybe Jaemin, and even Jeno himself, might know these films too well to enjoy. The sensation of watching a completely strange film is totally different from watching a film that you already heard of. That was why Jeno had switched his search keyword from 2020 films to top 100 movies of all time, classic art films. Enlarging the aesthetic mindset. Yeah, that is the main objective.

Definitely not lying next to Jaemin, hair lingering, arms touching, because they lie too close to each other.

For the next step, it is quite easy: Jeno only needs to copy and paste the list on the randomizer website, while Jaemin is ripping open the first snack and naturally feeds Jeno the first bite. The loud continuous sound of snack chewing in his mouth burns Jeno's ears for a moment as he slowly moves the mouse to the randomize button. Everything goes randomly as he proposed.

Boy, how he underestimates Jaemin, despite having known him all this time.

He is just a second away from pressing the touchpad when his vision is invaded by blond locks and soft W. Dressroom fragrance. A soft kiss lands on his lips, delivered by a pair of lips that he is too familiar with, yet never has the chance to pull all those wildest dreams about it into reality. He is dead stunned by the sudden action, and what shakes his core next is that Jaemin has not let go yet. The locks stay still in his vision, moving slightly until he meets Jaemin's innocent eyes, a pleased look flashes through those brown orbs shooting right at his heart. "Go on." Jaemin says easily, as if the kiss was something very conventional to him, like some daily activities they shared with each other. "Press it while I kiss you. Double randomly, don't you think?"

Jaemin is full of wonder, Jeno has known it since they have met for the first time, but as the boy moves closer to catch his lips again, he presses the randomize button, his head implodes with a million thoughts, all of them are like meteors shooting through a night sky, calling out his deepest desire he has been silently living with for years.

The kiss does not last long, Jaemin pulls out after a few seconds, they are still breathing in sync and no sign of desperation, at least for Jaemin that Jeno can see. He looks at Jeno for a moment, something blurred in his eyes, but then he turns to the screen and makes a surprise sound. "Wow, now that's a wild choice."

Jeno looks at his Mac screen; he really does not know what to say with the sorted out title. Kim Kiduk's The Isle.

Of course they all know who the guy is. The weird old man of Korean cinema. And what tickles Jeno's mind most is that this film was made in the same year both of them were born. 2000. It is like watching something in retrospect; traveling back at the time when they first saw the world, with the vision of a mad violent dead man.

Jaemin does not say anything, not even Jeno decides to look up on Google (again) for a brief preview at the film poster before taking real action. The first result shows a naked woman with intimidating eyes and hands covering her sensitive parts, with a double-exposured lake as the background. "Well... is she a goddess then?" Jaemin suggests, his arm nudges at Jeno's. "I have no idea."

"Of course you have no idea." Jeno says easily. "If yes then we drop the film."

"Alright, today you are unusually correct."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Jaemin groans. "You are so right I want to punch you right at the face."

"Alright then." Jeno says. Before Jaemin replies anything in revenge, he picks up Jaemin's hand, turning the soft hand into a fist and guides it against his cheek. "That's a punch. Now shut up and we watch the movie."

"This is not fair." Jaemin whimpers, but he softly dips the fist into Jeno's cheekbone and happily brings the blanket up so that it covers both of their bodies, turning them into one white cocoon.

However, as Jeno tries to close the Google tab, he takes one last look at the image results of The Isle's poster, and he sees the scene of a beautiful misty lake, with some small houseboats scattering on the surface. "Isn't this... Gyeonggi?" He doubtly asks. "The lake I mean?"

"Not sure." Jaemin answers. His warmth distracts Jeno for a while, but he hums to keep himself back to reality. "We can visit it someday. To check if you are correct or not."

"Battle Trip season two then?" Jeno makes a soft smile when mentioning the show. Sweet old days. Jaemin follows him with a laugh. The memories of the sea city bring back some bittersweet taste of nostalgia, just at the same time realization hits: that since then, they rarely have anytime, outdoor or indoor, together. Some moments together during with a whole group do not count, as crowds always make Jaemin resent from being bold, and Jeno too shy to initiate most of the things they would freely do in private.

"You say it. Season Two." Jaemin promises. Although he doubts that their company would ever sponsor them to join another season. But a promise gives them hope, and weird feelings blooming in the chest without admitting aloud.

As the film starts, Jaemin thinks maybe Jeno is right. This can really be Gyeonggi. He has seen travel advertisements about this place before. A heaven like place, hidden in thin mist and endless dark water, yet each house harbors dirty secrets that floats throughout the film. Each person, main characters or not, seems to be separated from each other, despite the closeness or the distance.

Yet currently, Jeno is lying next to him. Asleep or dead, he can not answer Gerald Way. But what he is aware of the most, is the warmth. The warmth that seems so sovereign, speaking silently with him through the skin area that they meet each other at, through the broad shoulder rigid like armor. And all details of him that Jaemin has long learned by heart, slowly rising in his veins, shutting down any logic and reason he has to protect himself against the truth that he has fallen, long, maybe even before the Earth comes to life – because that he loves Jeno is that obvious and ageless. It wins time and space, it blends through eras and make times upside down, waiting for Jeno and Jaemin meet each other to establish itself as the current moment.

The film is a masterpiece of silence. As minor characters speak loudly and rudely, the two main characters, one of them is already mute, speak none. Their voices are body gestures, the sound of waves, and the poetic background noises that can create sensation. During some moments after the girl meets the runaway guy, Jaemin finds himself slowly resting his head on Jeno's shoulder.

Jeno lets him with a voiceless approval. He only speaks up again during the brutal suicide attempt of the guy. "Aren't those... fish hooks?"

"Don't feel like vomitting." Jaemin whispers. "It's violent. But it's not nauseous."

The guy brings not only one, but many fish hooks in his mouth. The only reaction from Jeno is a shiver. Jaemin hisses at the scene, not ready for the brutality. "Fuck. This guy is such a madman."

"The guy?" Jeno asks. Jaemin shakes his head.

"The director. He's insane." He digs his head deeper into Jeno's shoulder, his hair brushes against Jeno's jaw lightly like feathers. "I know he's one of a kind already. But to this level? I can't imagine."

"I think it's beautiful." Jeno confesses. They watch the girl carefully heals the guy, bringing all bloody hooks out of his mouth, and now Jaemin is feeling a bit dizzy. He is not good with blood, this he knows already; but he can not look away from the screen, as if every hook she takes out, she takes his breath away too.

In such a land of promise, who knows such violence exists. It co-exists until it is the heaven. The grey tone at first seems beautiful, now just tragic. But Jeno focuses on the screen, passing all the layers, and he looks at the core of a human, his confession comes to life. "It's beautiful. All of this are just... breathless. Can you see the tremor? They are trembling with desires. And the will to escape."

"When it becomes too much, it brings suicide." Jaemin concludes, but beauty is not something he just feels. A brutal beauty arises something more than that.

His eyes leaves the screen for a while and finds the way to Jeno; surprisingly, this time, Jeno is looking back at him too.

The past scenes seem to uprise, one time as a whole. They engrave on Jeno's features, and Jaemin sees blood. Crimson liquid splashes across Jeno's nose, and there, in his eyes, lies the pristine misty lake of hidden crimes and lust; and among parted shiny lips, Jaemin sees briefly some imagining fish hooks that scares him for one second, and he decides to save Jeno himself.

By sealing it with his own lips.

He hears a surprised sound from Jeno, but not opposed. Some background noises from the film – rain sound, water waving, a small scream from someone, they resonate loudly in his head as Jeno opens his own mouth, and let Jaemin's tongue explore his cave, finding the hooks and transferring them to his. He sucks at Jeno's low lip, and Jeno lets out a groan. The brutal sensation lingers between their bodies, waiting to explode, revealing their cores afterwards: co-existing feelings, unspoken empathy, and restrained lust; all the prisoners now have the freedom to soar high.

"Make love to me," Is Jaemin's breathless demand, as he circles his arms around Jeno's neck. He silently finds the image of his arms fit it the crook of Jeno's neck satisfied. This closed circle will forever be the orbit that no matter how Jaemin resists with reasons, his heart will always find its way to get back to fling around. "I see it. The film. Everywhere on you."

"It's complicated." Jaemin continues. Jeno gives no reply, but he slowly put the laptop aside, and stands up to turn off the lights in the room. When all the lights go out, the only source of light lingers is the dim light of the laptop's screen, and the streetlights by the window. Jeno's figure becomes vague; a phantom moves around Jaemin, its only sign of existence is how the position next to him on the bed deepens once again, and the breaths like rhymes that Jaemin all memorizes too well. "I can't describe it. It feels like the film melds into you."

"What is your vision?" Jeno asks, all of a sudden. From lying next to Jaemin, now he has moved on top of Jaemin, his arms supporting him to create a small distance between their bodies.

"You are kinda hard to see clearly right now." Jaemin jokes, but shrugs it off right away with a sheepish smile. "There are... houses on your face right now."

"Colorful ones?" Jeno suggests. Jaemin nods at that.

"Colorful ones." He confirms, and opens his arms again. Closing them behind Jeno's back, he shoves both of them into a tight embrace, giving no fucks to the weight of Jeno on his own body. Their breaths join together, like mist of a lake. His head finds home in Jeno's crook again, and he dip his nose in Jeno's nape hair. Darkness dances around them, sometimes transforming into visions that he just saw in the film, sometimes stay rigid as the ceilings above their heads. "There are blood. Fish hooks. Lakewater. And so on. But... you are beautiful." He finally says.

Something flickers. Jeno's head moves. Jaemin feels cold teeth pressing against his neck, and he tries to say again between moans. "You are... so beautiful Jeno. So beautiful, I can't escape."

The touches get more desperate. Jeno traces his body on Jaemin's, and they find the mutual waltz; their low bodies sing with every grind, every note gets damp with sensual kisses, the sweat in palm against palm, and the saliva in mouth against mouth. At some time, it feels completely instinctive; Jeno roughly pins Jaemin's wrists above his head, trapped his lower abdomen with his groin. Through layers of clothing, Jaemin feels their members hardened, and hungrily try to find each other.

"Mine," Jeno bites his neck, the word like a seal to mark on the reddened skin. "You can't escape me."

"Never think about that." Jaemin says, honesty makes his words sweet and deathly. Jeno lingers at the words for seconds, before giving in. A long kiss, enough for them to struggle out of the clothes, and now it gets hotter. And harder to breathe.

Jeno's body is heating; a fire that Jaemin is the moth. He kisses Jeno again, rough pair of lips make no mercy, attacking him with bare teeth and tongue. "Spread your legs," Jeno orders, and Jaemin obeys. He shoves his legs apart, hugging both sides of Jeno's spines, trying to bring Jeno closer to him. "I will make you feel like mine for days."

"That I am thinking about." Jaemin replies with a challenging smile. "Make me then."

It takes no time for Jeno to reach to the drawer for lube and condom. He spill the liquid on his fingers, while Jaemin watches with dreamy eyes. "You look like stars right now." Jeno mumbles. "You always make me wonder."

"That makes me feel a bit distant. I am not that far from you." Jaemin says, his toes playfully tickle Jeno's waist. "I will always reveal myself to you, won't I?"

"Stars won't do that." Jeno nods. He circles his lubed fingers around Jaemin's entrance, earning a low moan from him. "They twinkle, and they explode and they tell nothing."

"Ah... then I won't be... like that." Jaemin twitches his head, and bites his lips to stop a scream when the fingers finally enter inside him. "Jeno yah..."

"Don't hold yourself back." Jeno bends over and whisper against Jaemin's sensitive earlobes. Jaemin whimpers, but parts his lips anyway. "Reveal yourself then. You promise me."

"You are suck a wicked one." Jaemin complains, but he keeps his promise. An earthquake is spreading below his skin, resulting in trembling legs, nails clawing the sheets, but to no avail; the lust is raging, blinding him with pleasure mixed with pain. His face distorted prettily, and when Jeno kisses on the eyelid, he swallow the first tear; he tastes the sweat by Jaemin's temple, and the blush on his cheek feels hot against his damp lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jeno, let me..." Jaemin's words get meaningless, but Jeno gets him. The stretch continues as Jaemin's arms finally move from the sheets to Jeno's shoulders, shivering fingers like a shaking anchor entering the ocean for the first time, but trusting it nonetheless. "Move. Jeno, you can move. Fuck, that feels so full, I..."

He gets braver, and louder for each time Jeno fastens the speed. Fingers that are frequented with Jaemin's outside, now careful exploring his inside, looking for the spot that can make him fall apart. As Jaemin throws his head back, this time moaning loudly without any restrain, Jeno think he finally finds it; his fingers rub the spot, only making Jaemin fling his head from side to side, tousled hair getting damp on the forehead like clumsy traces of paints, yet are the most beautiful freestyle masterpiece he has ever seen.

Jeno waits for Jaemin's breath to balance, and sanity recovers. "You feel good?" He asks, and Jaemin nods his head weakly. A breathy smile passes like a butterfly.

"I want you inside me. Now." He says, and the fingers on Jeno's shoulder go harden, as if they are making sure there will be red traces linger later. "Don't... don't use that." He points at the condom that Jeno is holding. "Fuck. You fuck me so good I kinda lose all of my vocabulary right now."

"Yeah?" Jeno throws the condom away and climbs higher to kiss Jaemin again. "You like that? My fingers inside you? Fucking you insane and silly?"

"Your cock better be better," Jaemin sprawls the kiss wider to Jeno's nose and the beauty mark below his eye.

"Your wish is my pleasure." Jeno delightly follows. Jaemin opens his mouth, trying to say something, but all words are dead as Jeno suddenly enters him without warning.

"Fuck, Jeno! That... bigger... ah..." He loses all coherence when Jeno enters all at once, the strech with Jeno's fingers can not compare; seconds pass by as Jeno holds still for him to get acquainted to his cock. "Don't... don't stay still. Move." Jaemin urges him, although inside him still feels tight as fuck. "There. Keep moving. Don't... ah..."

"You feel hot everywhere." Jeno whispers. His words fly around Jaemin's mind, daring to bring him to the edge of sanity. "Baby, I got you. Stay for me."

"I'm... I'm here." Jaemin weakly reassures. "Never go anywhere... ah... I am not going to explode."

Yet he thinks, they will soon implode together, as the connected point between their bodies just get more tense and the mind soon will go crazy; it seems like their cores have collided with each other, resonating together and the only result is an inevitable catastrophe. When Jeno moves, he is blinded in pleasure and desire. It is like drowning in that doubtly Gyeonggi lake, and fall apart in naked passion, only to be gathered back again by a soft voice.

"Jeno yah." Jaemin's voice sounds chaotic, but he tries to be as coherent as possible. "This is me. You are feeling it?"

"Everywhere." Jeno immediately replies, and he licks Jaemin's neck. Jaemin moans as the tongue trails down to his nipple, and the pain at the groin just does not go away. Being consumed by Jeno feels both sinful and pleasant like heaven; and he ensures he holds Jeno with him. If they fall apart, they fall apart together. If they gather back as a whole, they do it together too.

"Inside me." Jaemin says simply, as he sensed they will reach the climax soon. His hand finds Jeno's, interwining the fingers together. Just like how his arms fit in the crook of Jeno's neck, their fingers fit like puzzle pieces. And how Jeno releases inside him, hot spurts of cum painting his walls white feels insanely fit too; and satiate, almost overdose. He sighed in content, as the sensation of being filled burns him up, in and out; it moves with him when he immediately throws himself at Jeno when Jeno collapses next to him, and he moans at that too.

"Guess I'm addicted to that." He murmured. Jeno lets out a hoarse laugh, but brings his arms to hug him tight anyway. "Fuck, you are hot. By any means, I don't care."

"Oh?" Jeno plays with the idea cheeringly. "I almost think you are a supernova. About to explode."

"I told you. I'm not like that. I am here, here." Jaemin emphasizes, his voice definite like stone. "And you can touch me until you are convinced." Jeno's cum is still burning inside his walls, but he takes that as some relics of the sex and tries clenching to keep it inside as much as possible. Each movement, even the slightest, causes extreme pain, but Jaemin welcomes the feeling. Keeping it inside him for a while is a secret addiction; that he will reveal to Jeno someday soon.

"Are you feeling me as a whole then?" Jeno suddenly asks. His voice sounds rough, but the embrace is gentle; god, how Jaemin loves him too much, he can not handle all of this aftersex details.

"You and the film have become one. Don't resist it." Jaemin says. But when he closes his eyes, and remembers that divine sex, he finds no traces of blood. Or the hooks.

Maybe the lake stays, but that is their own heaven, the promise that will come true, someday in the future ahead.

Together.

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