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Jaemin wanted to shoot Jeno's dick off with a Nerf gun.

When he had advised the older to tell Salami girl he was dating someone else, he had meant someone other than himself. Yet here he was, having just claimed to be Jeno's alleged boyfriend.

Salami girl had a similar reaction, eyes and mouth widened in astonishment. "The fuck?! I think I just choked on my weave."

"No one cares about your ugly ass wig," Jeno countered.

"Wowza, okay," Salami girl sighed. "I just came to ask how you liked my gift that I put more effort into than school and keeping friendships, yet here I am, getting attacked! It's fucking painful to take care of my bitchass hair, shampoo and conditioner and oils and brushes don't fucking work, Selena lied when she said 'Strong is Beautiful', Pantene is the fucking opposite of the Holy Grail."

"Use TRESemmé conditioners," Jaemin wisely recommended. "Wash your hair twice a week, deep condition as frequently as you need until it doesn't look like crusty weed, then settle into a more chill hair routine. Don't dry your hair by rubbing it together with a towel, just blow-dry it at the cool setting and brush only when dry."

Lips stretching into a grateful smile, the girl replied, "Selena who? I only stan the unbeatable legend Jaemin, be my new best friend."

Jeno watched the exchange and rolled his eyes. "Now you're really out here tryna steal my boyfriend?"

"Uhm, no, he's cute but I'd never!" Salami girl whirled to face Jeno. "Hol' up, how the fuck are y'all even dating? I mean, you'd be hella fucking cute, cuter than Kim and Kanyeezus, but my crackhead hoe of a friend told me y'all hate each other."

"Watch as we prove you wrong." Smirking, Jeno roughly grabbed Jaemin's body and pushed him against the wall. The raven-haired held the brunette's face in his hands gently, while he pressed his body up against the other's.

"J-Jeno," Jaemin stuttered out, his softly spoken words tickling Jeno's lips, but the older shook his head, indicating Jaemin to shut the fuck up. And so he did, going along with it and bringing his hands up to fist Jeno's hair.

Which was a good idea, for only seconds later, Jeno had smashed his lips on Jaemin's.

Immediately, Jaemin moaned into the kiss. Despite being a fake one to make the poor girl go away, it was passionate as hell. Lips moved forcefully as their bodies moved in sync.

Salami girl had yeeted out of there muttering, "Why are they so fucking cute, I wanna hate Jaemin but I can't because they're the cutest I fucking hate everything," as soon as the situation began to resemble a generic drama, but neither noticed, too enchanted by their kiss.

In some sort of enamoring haze, the raven-haired licked Jaemin's bottom lip, asking for access to explore the younger's mouth, but the latter wouldn't comply so easily. Jaemin's lips stayed shut as he continued moving them against Jeno's, his slender fingers tangled up in Jeno's dark hair.

Lost in whatever this was, Jaemin could feel himself burning up, wanting more — maybe it was just a fake kiss, but it seemed a drug to Jaemin, hooking him in and getting him addicted in only the first trial. Jeno was hypnotizing, and his hands that had moved from Jaemin's face to his waist left the boy to feel like he was floating. Jeno's lips were sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through the younger.

Poking his tongue out, Jeno continued trying to get in Jaemin, but the younger wouldn't let him win their battle of dominance. Smirking slightly against Jeno's lips, Jaemin let one of his hands trail down from Jeno's hair to his well-sculpted back.

Jaemin's lips were so perfect and soft on his, Jaemin's body was magnetizing, so amazing on his, causing the older to be in a trance, uncaring about his surroundings. He never felt this way before with his other flings and was confused as to why.

The more Jeno was stuck up on why kissing Jaemin was better than kissing other people, the more downwards the younger's hand was feeling until he eventually grabbed Jeno's ass.

Jeno growled lowly, pressing Jaemin harder against the wall while his hands squeezed at his waist, but never opened his mouth. Realizing what the younger was trying to do, Jeno beat him to it and straight up groped Jaemin's hard-on.

In their little world of strong desire, neither had noticed other occasional students out on the field — and truthfully, those students didn't so much as spare an idle glance to the horny boys, minds occupied and consumed with memes. What Jeno and Jaemin did notice was each other's beautiful moans and how both their liTtLE fRieNDs had been getting aroused down there.

Finally, the raven-haired got his desired result when Jaemin groaned Jeno's name, that sound of lust tearing out of him, his mouth finally open for Jeno to seize. He pinned the younger closer to the wall and shoved his tongue in Jaemin's mouth, exploring the cavern fully.

No thoughts, no rationality, nothing but pleasure was reeling in both minds, everything too infatuating for either to handle as they continued their shameless moans and kissing.

Right when Jeno was about to lead Jaemin away from the wall and go somewhere indoors and more, appropriate, for their endeavors, Jaemin managed to slip away from between the older and the wall.

Jeno opened his eyes, breathing heavily.

To Jaemin, he looked vErY hoT. Messed up hair, collarbones peaking out from under his shirt, cheeks flushed crimson red. Even his half-lidded eyes, piercing pools of lust and desire, had Jaemin spellbound.

And Jaemin was a mirror image, his light brown hair pushed attractively away from his forehead, while he was licking his swollen lips, chest unsteadily rising up and down from their lascivious act.

Neither could tear their gaze away from each other. Despite them always telling each other how ugly the other looked, they couldn't deny it anymore: they were so fucking hot to each other.

But somewhere, in the logical back of Jaemin's mind, this was so wrong. He was supposed to hate Jeno — everyone who knew him knew that. So why the fuck did he like that kiss so much?

And he wanted more, so much more, his boner an obvious representation of that thirst.

Yet, he ran away. Spun right around and sprinted off back to the dorm, leaving Jeno there, with his mouth still slightly parted, and his erection still throbbing.

Staying beside the wall, Jeno watched the figure slowly disappear, as he slowly recovered from that drunken, lustful haze he was in with Jaemin. 

He kept replaying in his mind that make-out session, how captivating it was, feeling Jaemin's lips and toned body. 

On the other hand, it was also confusing, having popped out of nowhere and altering everything. The raven-haired boy knew he hated Jaemin, but that sudden experience made him re-consider everything. He had never kissed anyone like that before. Sure, he had had his plenty flings and experiences with both guys and girls, but none of them made him feel like Jaemin did.

Jeno shook his head.

Jaemin ran away and was most definitely going to ignore everything that just happened, so he should too. It probably didn't mean anything. The older pushed himself off of the wall and headed to the bathroom.

He still had a raging problem down there to take care of.

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No one spoke of it.

Salami girl stopped talking and giving gifts to Jeno. She would've fangirled over his supposed relationship with Jaemin, but the two were barely seen together doing cute couple things, so she was left with wallowing in the disappointment that she couldn't experience a real-life fan fiction.

Jaemin did the same — it was difficult, being roommates with Jeno and sharing a class with the older, but he managed to never talk to, or even acknowledge him.

Jeno just followed suit. The two boys still talked when around their friends, but the — sexual — tension between them was painfully obvious. Otherwise, it was like neither existed to the other.

Nighttime was a whole other story, neither knowing what the other was going through.

Jaemin couldn't get the kiss out of his head at night when it was just him and Jeno, laying silently in the room. Neither could Jeno, all the sensations constantly replaying in his mind. And their dreams presented less than ideal problems for them to solve in the morning.

Until one time, when they finally spoke for the first time being alone.

Jeno groggily opened his eyes, and in a robotic fashion, lifted his covers for visual proof of what had happened during the night. He wasn't even surprised anymore, just annoyed.

Yes, he had formed an odd friendship with him recently, but wasn't Jaemin still his worst enemy? The one person he hated most in the world? The one that, if he had disappeared forever, would make Jeno the happiest person alive?

And yet here Jeno was, waking up each morning with his dick hard for Jaemin.

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[a/n]: not much happened in this chap whoops🤷‍♀️ oh well maybe next time

and pls dont hate salami girl, i love her :')

also tHANK YOU FOR 21K BSNNSDFNSKLNFSKNKDSNKDSNKFNLDSNFLSDKFNSKDLNFNFEIWON yall dont even know how much it means to me, i genuinely cant believe that so many people have actually taken time out of their day to read my shitty story and like it enough to keep reading and voting and commenting???? i love you<3