LUST.
sexual desires

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"Round two," Jaemin whispered softly, reaching out for the bottle in the middle with trembling hands. All sorts of emotions came gushing into his system—fear, nervousness, regret, distraught. Why did he even agree to this game in the first place? They're all probably well-aware that this whole household is gay, even since day one. Was it an instinct? Maybe. We'll never know. But what rattled him the most was the situation he's under right now. In seconds he would be kissing one of them in this room. The kissing part is already cruel in itself. And it has to be one of them?

        He doesn't know whether he should be happy that it was just them he's kissing and not some random middle-aged man selling smuggled-in cigarettes in a random alleyway and hides away in a low-maintenance crack lab in an old provincial setting along with his other drugged douchebags.

        But he could potentially risk his life if he's going to kiss the wrong guy. None of them may not be in a legitimate relationship, but by now things all seem clear who has who. But there was still one issue—

        what about Jaemin?

        It's been quite complicated if you ask him.

        He wasn't sure with his feelings.

        Because, it seems like he likes two people, at the same time.

        With the same affection and feelings for both of them.

        He's heard of polyamory before, but he's not quite sure whether a relationship like that could really work out.

        It doesn't seem right, but love could never be wrong.

        But hey, it's just a game. He shouldn't be overthinking about a little simple game.

        Reluctantly, Jaemin grasped onto the slippery glass bottle and bit his lip nervously, his heart rate increasing within seconds. He counts to three in a breathy whisper, and right at the last number he spins the bottle, turning fastly against the wooden floor.

        Seconds pass and the bottle generates friction, going against the spinning motion. The speed decreases as the boys watched in anticipation. It was a pain-staking moment, and Jaemin was already going nuts. He didn't want to do this, but a part of him did, and he was even excited to know what's going to happen next. And the fact that he was thinking this way was absolutely insane. Why would he want to kiss someone he's only known for only a brief amount of time?

        And come to think of it, everything seemed so pathetic. How could you even like someone within, what, a little over a month? Let alone be friends with. They were brought together by forces in this house to survive the flood, not to hook up with random strangers and be a whole slut.

        Jaemin didn't believe in love at first sight. It's like liking someone just for their looks.

        And although things at this house seemed just like that—

        He was certain it wasn't.

        It was different.

        Even if love has a million mysteries, he has deciphered enough to properly understand.

        He's not just a whore hungry for attention—

        He actually is in love.

You don't need long years to fall for someone. It could be months, it could be weeks.

It could be mere short days.

Jaemin fell in love within those mere short days.

He's inlove.

        And just as his trail of thoughts had just ended—

        the bottle stopped.

        And Jeno's eyes widened.

         The older male eyed the bottle intently. He was shocked, and a wave of nervousness hit him and flowed through his veins. A lump formed on Jeno's throat, painfully sliding through as a deep gulp. Jaemin looked to the left to see the latter with widened eyes, aimed at the beer botttle that was pointing to his direction.

Jeno let out a deep chuckle, slowly tilting his head and averting his gaze to the younger who had a perplexed look. Why did he chuckle?, he thought to himself, trying to ignore the fact that it was damn hot.

"Come on," Jeno whispered so seductively, and Jaemin felt his throat run dry. He tried to mutter a few words, but nothing escaped his lips. Each syllable felt airy and was barely audible. Before he could further protest the boy had already fixed his gaze on the younger. Jaemin felt his cheeks heat up in crimson red as Jeno's pupils dig deeper into his soul, piercing his own brown eyes as he, too, get lost in the older's orbs.

The sight of Jeno was absolutely mesmerising. He was an intimidating male but looking into his eyes, he was such a sweet, loving boy. His brown orbs twinkled like a thousand stars were hidden in them. He noticed the latter's cheeks flare up in pink just like his lips—pink, plump, perfect.

And Jeno, too, had mutual feelings for the younger. He loved how his brown fringe just fell perfectly on top of the boy's eyelids, covering his orbs just enough to see them sparkle like the galactic sky. Even though it was dark, he could still make out some features of the latter. It just reminded him of how incredibly beautiful Jaemin was. He was a soft, affectionate boy, with a pretty face, with pretty lips. He'd constantly fantasise over those pair of plump lips, and knowing those thoughts would one day come true made his stomach bubble.

And today was that day.

Jeno reached out to cup Jaemin's left cheek, softly caressing his skin with his thumb, while his other fingers graze his jawline. Their hearts started pounding in their chest faster than abnormal. Jaemin slowly inching closer, until barely a centimeter could be measured between their lips.

In an instant, Jaemin smashes his lips on Jeno's, moving quickly as they kissed. Jeno tilts his head allowing more access. Jaemin clasped his eyes shut, wrapping his arms around the latter's neck and pulling closer, applying pressure, receiving a soft whimper from Jeno.

The older rests his arms on Jaemin's waist as they press their bodies on each other, feeling the younger's tongue trailing onto his, gasping in between.

Something about the intimacy of a kiss sparked around them, signifying the deep love they've had on each other quite unknowingly. It was a way to express love, not just verbally, but through actions of skinship that speak more than just plain "I love you's".

The younger pulled out of the kiss, their lips shinier than usual and their cheeks red as a tomato. Their eyes gleamed at each other, their gaze centered on just them. They were breathing heavily, their hands on each others' bodies.

The kiss was magical.

It was such an unknown feeling.

It had caused their stomachs to bubble.

It had caused their cheeks to blush.

And it had caused their hearts to ache.

A soft smile grew on Jaemin's face. He thought he'd regret this day, but actually, it was now his favorite.

He was willing to relive this day, everyday.

Just to be with Jeno.

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        ❀ | a/n !
— i think my writing sucks today
— HYUCKHAN !