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“I know just how to break you, darling.”
Jeno inhales, as Jaemin leisurely strolls towards him.
He’s frozen on the couch, wearing a thin cotton t-shirt and gray sweatpants, and Jaemin is-
Well, not to sound like a fanfiction writer on Wattpad, but he’s dressed up, in a black suit, watch and fancy rings glimmering in the low lighting. He’s wearing earrings, and his blonde hair is rakishly tousled, like someone just ran their fingers through it.
Speaking of which, his lips are pinker than usual and slightly parted, confirming Jeno’s suspicion that Mafia Boss ™️ Jaemin just added another person to his list of conquests.
However, Jeno knows Jaemin isn’t here to threaten anyone with a gun.
He’s come to collect his dues, instead.
Jaemin straightens his sleeve cuff.
“I was just downtown, at another formal banquet, while others asked me why I didn’t have a date.”
“Why?” Jeno shakes his head. “You could ask anyone and they’d drop it all for you.”
“Because you wouldn’t.”
Jeno scoffs. “I would. You just didn’t ask.”
Jaemin looks offended for a second, before wiping that expression off his face and glaring at Jeno.
“I’m not here to argue, pretty boy.”
“Then what, pray tell, are you here for?”
Jaemin laughs, quietly, resting his forearms against the couch as he leans over and places his head on Jeno’s shoulder.
Jeno can smell something sour, which means Jaemin’s been drinking again.
No wonder.
Jaemin’s a total lightweight, but give him just enough and he’ll turn full-on daddy mode.
It’s kind of a problem, but everyone else finds it hilarious when Jaemin shows up at Jeno’s apartment in the middle of the night and tries to seduce him.
“Can you guess?” Jaemin asks, voice low and husky.
“Something tells me alcohol.”
Jaemin lifts his head, and roughly turns Jeno’s face to look at him.
He drops it, and flips over the side of the couch, landing next to Jeno.
“Do you find this funny?”
He’s too close for comfort, breath hot on Jeno’s cheeks.
“Do you think this is a joke?”
Jeno deigns from responding, mostly because he’s finding this mildly attractive and extremely kinky and that’s a problem.
“Well, let me tell you, Jeno.”
Jaemin pauses, and stares deep into his eyes.
“It isn’t to me.”
Jeno stares back, wondering if Jaemin’s going to kiss him or not.
He’s closer, his breath hitting Jeno, smelling of ripe fruit and expensive cologne, the feel of his rough wool suit the only thing occupying his mind.
And then Jeno blinks, and lips are on his, and tongue and fingers tugging aggressively on hair and tangling themselves and roughly biting his lip and oh my god did i just whimper and sparks and sweaty skin pressed flush against him and not functioning at all as Jaemin deepens the kiss.
Jeno gasps. “Don’t stop, don’t-“
Jaemin pulls away, leaving Jeno a hot, bothered mess.
“Did you say something?” he asks, entirely too innocently.
His hair is even more messy, black tie loose around his neck, the clip-on earring in danger of falling off.
Jeno growls, and then slumps back, laughing under his breath in a slightly unhinged way.
“What do you want, then?”
“Promise me you’ll come to the next banquet?”
“What do I get if I say yes?”
“You’ll just have to find out,” Jaemin teases, eyes dancing with mischief.
“I’ll go, then.”
Jaemin doesn’t break eye contact as he leans over and kisses Jeno again, softly and sweetly and all together shattering in a different way.
“That’s what I wanted to hear the first time.”