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Jaemin and Renjun were ˢ ᴴ  ᴼ ᴼ ᴷ, evident in their startled expressions — eyes and jaws open wide.

 Jeno was also s H O O K and a little annoyed because completion of the dare would make Jaemin happy. He raised an eyebrow at the younger. "Aren't you gonna do it? This is like, your fucking wet dream."  

Jisung burst out in laughter, slapping Chenle as a random customer whipped their head up and slowly backed out of the store.

Jaemin's face of surprise immediately morphed into a scowl. He lifted his body off of the wall and walked over to the shocked oldest teen. 

Jisung yelped as the tables turned and Chenle was now the one slapping the youngest's thigh.

Jaemin ignored his wildly thumping heart as he got increasingly closer to Renjun. The atmosphere of the store made it more intense, shadows and dim lighting with some sort of slow love song playing through speakers. The caramel-haired placed his hand firmly behind Renjun's head as he backed the older up against a wall. Suspense built up, until finally, with eyes closed and cheeks dusted with pink, their lips touched.

Lasting for only a few seconds, the soft kiss caused an explosion of sweet sensations to erupt in both boys. It was obvious how much they liked it, especially when Jaemin was reluctant to pull away.

When he did, both were breathing heavily and licking their lips.

The younger went back to the wall he was previously leaning on and shook his head, trying his best to ignore the nervous and happy feelings fluttering and swirling in his chest, trying to rid his thoughts of what he would have done to Renjun if they were alone and weren't kissing due to a dare.

Renjun was in the same predicament.

Over the past few days, he thought he had begun to like the newcomer Jeno, but now he wasn't so sure. Jaemin made his heartbeat rise alarmingly fast, and he could feel his cheeks burned up, flaming with what started as a dusted pink to a bright fire truck red.

Chenle and Jisung were screaming, paying no attention to weird glances from other shoppers and employees.

"My Renmin heart, oh my fucking Jisoos! Can you hear fangirls scream?!?! Yuri on Ice who??"

"Name a cuter more iconic couple, I will fucking wait!!"

"Look at their blushing faces, I love husbands!! Except for Markhyuck."

"Lmao yeah, those two nasty but these two?? Ca-yute! As! Fook!"

Jeno was the only one feeling negative emotions. Throughout that kiss, his smirk and slight annoyance had fired up into anger. His eyes were narrowed, his jaw was clenched, and he had to try his best to refrain from acting out.

The worst part was that he wasn't quite sure what he was angry at. He didn't like Renjun that way and only flirted with him to make Jaemin jealous. And he definitely hated Jaemin, so that ruled out the possibility of jealousy.

Maybe he was just pissed off because he didn't like seeing his worst enemy happy? That had to be the case.

After finally escaping the spinning thoughts in his head, Jaemin asked Jisung, "Truth or dare, hoe?"

For the rest of their time spent at the mall, the older three boys felt it drowned out and mellow. Neither was really focusing on the present and instead replayed the scene of Jaemin and Renjun's kiss over and over in their heads.

It was obvious who reflected upon the kiss with the iconic indicators of love. Whenever they happened to meet eyes, they'd both shift gazes and look away, cheeks flushed while butterflies danced in their stomachs.

If the Dreamies were walking in areas of the mall with large crowds and temporarily lose sight of each other, Jaemin's eyes and mind immediately averted to Renjun, the boy who had been and still was his crush. No matter what, he knew he'd always have eyes for only the older Chinese male.

As soon as Jaemin's name was mentioned, either in truth or dare or simply to call the younger, Renjun's ears sharpened. He was snapped out of his train of thought — on Jaemin, of course — and would be in the present.

Soon after, though, he'd go back to thinking about the kiss, and why, all of sudden, he felt an interest in the caramel-haired. Had Jaemin always been so attractive?

Jeno was a completely different case from the other two.

Fists shoved into his leather jacket, he was in a gloomy mood but did well in hiding it, masking his true emotions with an expression of general disinterest on his face.

Chenle and Jisung noticed this, how no one was paying attention to anything current, minds stuck in the past. They would sigh frequently whenever they shook one of the older boys out of their dazes, or share knowing looks.

But they said nothing, leaving the three boys to deal with their mess of feelings themselves.

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Somehow, they found a way to survive the day, and the time had come soon enough for Jaemin and Jeno to go back home.

Jeno stayed cooped up in his room, successfully driving his mind away from that morning and on something more productive, such as guitar, or stalking people on Instagram.

Jaemin was in the shower, washing his hair and body with legitimate shampoo and body wash. He finally realized that Jeno pranked him, so he had run to steal toiletries from his mother.

Shockingly, he was unbothered by the prank he had barely noticed before, and decided to get Jeno back some other time. Too elated by what happened earlier that day, he just didn't care.

The past week or so, Jaemin was plagued with frustration, but it was worth it because kissing the cute raven-haired had felt so much better than he ever imagined.

When Jaemin got out of the shower, smelling fresh, he changed into sweats and plopped on his bed, phone in hand. All of a sudden, he found himself exactly like some generic school girl with a crush. His mind revolved around Renjun, and he had was debating on what to text to his crush.

Cringing at himself, he decided against doing so and threw his phone aside, grabbing the controller so he could play Fortnite.

Bless the Virgin Mary for Fortnite, or he would've made a fool of himself.

Immersed in the game, he didn't realize his shouts attracted attention until Jeno lazily walked into his room. "Either shut the fuck up or let me play," was what the older offered.

Usually, Jaemin would have punched Jeno right there, because the black-haired had been stealing Renjun from him and pissing him off. But now, Jaemin was in a joyful mood, so he grinned genuinely at Jeno and patted the place next to him on his bed.

This surprised the raven-haired, but he took the opportunity. Looking at Jaemin, the way his eyes were lit up, the corners of his mouth stayed curled upwards, and even how his skin radiated some sort of glow, Jeno knew how happy Renjun made him.

And he realized he was jealous.

He had never experienced something so wholesome and beautiful like whatever was going on between the other two. His past flings were meaningless, no real feelings attached, nothing resulting in whatever state Jaemin was in.

"I guess you're hella happy now, huh?" Jeno observed in a bland tone.

Jaemin grinned again. "Well no shit, Sherlock. I have a chance with him now." He quickly stole a glance at the older and smirked seeing Jeno's expression. "Especially since you're out of the way."

"Don't be so sure of that," Jeno snapped, eyes narrowing for the billionth time that day. "You don't even know he liked the kiss. And there wasn't even tongue."

"It's obvious how he felt," Jaemin stated, his grin wicked because of his knowledge on how he made Jeno feel. "Stop being butthurt. The truth is out and the truth is that he loves me."

Jeno snorts, both at Jaemin's sudden elimination in the game and at his incorrect statement. "You're high."

Jaemin just laughed as Jeno snatched the controller. "Whatever. You just wait, because soon enough, he'll forget all about you while he's screaming my name in b--"

"Oh, my Jisoos! Fuck outta here, I don't need to hear about your non-existent sex life, virgin crackhead."

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