BLISS.
perfect happiness

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        RENJUN FELT AN UNEASY FEELING deep down in his stomach. His heart ached at the sight of Jaemin and Jeno.

        And he was confused why he felt that way.

        He shifts uncomfortably in his seat as the two made out in front of his face. He didn't know how to feel about it. Was he jealous? He doesn't know either. But there definitely was some feeling in his system that made things seem wrong—he just can't pinpoint.

        But he quickly brushed it off, trying not to make a big deal out of it, and dismissing his thoughts as he centered on back to the game.

        Spin the fucking bottle.

        And he thought he could handle the game, but as soon he realised it was his turn, Renjun's heart started pounding madly in his chest, nervousness hitting him like a truck. He comes back to reality, and with shaking hands, he spins the bottle. It twirls on the floor smoothly, the sound of the friction radiate the room.

        The force starts building up, and everyone watches carefully to determine Renjun's fate.

        "Fuck," Jeno whispers under his breath,

        seeing the bottle pass by him.

        "—yes!" the boy yelled out in victory,

        "Fuck no," Jaemin huffs, burrying his face in the palms of his hands.

        It had landed on him.

        Renjun's hands start to sweat as the reality hits, leaving him shocked and speechless. Na Jaemin? Woah, the older thought, eyeing the younger who was in the verge of melting right on the spot. Renjun smiled softly as he held te latter's wrists and jerked his arm, startling the boy sulking with his right hand. Quickly, Jaemin averts his gaze on the older, who was looking at him with soft eyes.

        Renjun gave the latter a small smile. "Calm down," he whispers, giggling at Jaemin's pink cheeks. The younger chuckled nervously, trying his best not to get flustered by the older's gaze.

        Once he had centered his gaze at Renjun, he immediately fell for his soft, almond orbs. It was filled with nothing but softness. Jaemin's heart started racing a million miles per hour as the older slowly leaned it. He tucked a stray hair on Jaemin's face behind his ear, giggling at how flustered the boy was with a simple move.

        Renjun's hand started trailing down to his chin, resting under it perfectly as he moved his head to face him. Every feature on his face was breathtaking, from his pretty little eyes and his pretty pink lips, which were constantly chapped but Renjun actually found it cute. But damn, Jaemin doesn't seem human. He was too perfect to be human.

        "Hey," he whispered, cupping the younger's cheeks softly as he tried to calm him down. "It's okay. We'll go slow, alright?" Renjun softly said, sincerity and care laced in his tone. Jaemin nodded slowly, a smile curving on his lips. The older was acting so gentle to him. It was his first time seeing this side of the older, and just feeling his softness and care sent butterflies in his stomach. Jaemin loved it. Even if he enjoyed his fun, witty side, he adored a soft Injunnie as well.

        Carefully, Renjun leaned down, moving his body closer to Jaemin's. The latter wraps his arms around the older's waist, who was pulling closer while his hand was cupped on Jaemin's velvet cheeks.

        In an instant, Renjun presses their lips together, moving slowly as they laced each other's lips in a soft kiss. Unlike Jeno, whose kiss was filled with lust and desire, Renjun gave Jaemin a soft but passionate kiss. It was filled with love, care, and gentleness. He was kissing him carefully, taking things slow with the younger and making sure not to startle him.

        Renjun was being gentle, moving his lips slowly against the younger's. He could feel the tenderness of the older's lips and could taste his sweetness. They were engulfed in pure bliss, getting lost in their paradise and savouring the moment they have together.

        As time passed by, Renjun pulls away from Jaemin, looking into eyes softly and released a soft giggle. The younger's lips were swollen, perfectly red and shiny. His cheeks heated up in red and his chest heaved up and down in a quick pace.

        Renjun's heart was racing, and felt like it would explode just like that. Feeling Jaemin's lips on him felt magnificent. It was a foreign feeling he adored so much. It caused his stomach to tingle and his cheeks to flare up, tinting them with red.

        He flashed the younger one last toothy smile before he sits back on his place, already feeling so bubbly with what had just happened.

        And that was when Donghyuck noticed, it was his turn.

        Drops of sweat formed on his foreheaad, trickling down his face. His lips were quivering, and his heart pounded like crazy in his chest. A gulp threatened to slide down his throat, and he was already trembling in nervousness.

Even just the thought of kissing somebody sent shivers down his spine. And even if he could be devillish and fun at some times, he also knew a sensitive spot in his heart. He knew his boundaries and weaknesses, and knows when to control his emotions.

But sometimes, he just can't.

The bad feeling in him was too overpowering. He knew he had to do something.

        "I feel dizzy," Hyuck muttered, already hanging his head low.

        But he actually wasn't dizzy.

        He just came up with an excuse to not play. He didn't want to kiss anyone. He felt uncomfortable to kiss someone you don't actually like, let alone known for scarcely a month. And the boys also knew his condition when he's anxious. They didn't want to cause any more problems, and as a result, Hyuck was allowed to skip the game.

        "I'm sleepy~", Chenle whined as he rests his head on Jisung's shoulder and fluttered his eyes closed. "Same here," Renjun agreed, yawning in between his words. "Let's just end the game here, goodnight cocksluts," Renjun muttered, getting on his feet.

The Renjun, they all knew and loved, was back to his old, normal, cocky self.

And so the boys rubbed their eyes sleepily as they started standing up and walked upstairs. "Let's clean the mess tomorrow," Jaemin announced, making his way up the flight of stairs. The others followed behind, and soon each door was shut tight.

        Donghyuck went last, pulling his towel and his bathrobe off of the couch and walked towards the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

        His mind was flooded with numerous thoughts as he hopped in the shower.

        One was that he missed Mark.

        They have been drinking for a few hours now and it was roughly one am. Ever since, he hasn't checked up on Mark. He didn't even check if he was hungry, or if he was dizzy, or if he was getting better—which, he hoped that was the point. He was having too much "fun" that he had forgotten about the older, and quickly a bad feeling started growing inside of him.

        He tried to dismiss it, assuming he was bound to be asleep at this point, but there was still many possibilities. He could never be certain if he wouldn't check.

        Countless thought surged into his system, and it had already been twenty minutes of him just wasting water in the shower.

        Until something had ended his trail of thoughts.

        The sound of popping open a bottle, and the cap falling on the floor.

        He knew something was off.

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❀ | a/n !
— the renmin part was better than i thought
— ALSO FINALLY A XIAOJUN WEIBO POST FINALLY AFTER 99999999999999999999 YEARS
— HYUCKHAN !