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"For the last motherfucking time, you can't use 'success' and 'sucksex' interchangeably, they have two entirely different meanings!! Neither can you say you're going to 'shit on a door', that doesn't motherfucking work! Unless your ass is a literal hot glue gun, your turd will slide right fucking off like how I slide into Discord DMs."

Jeno almost threw hands at Jaemin but was held back by Salami girl. The brunette screeched, "It's the Holy Trinity year of twenty-gay-meme-energy-teen, I can use words however I fucking want to! It's what Obama, the inventor of ear rape, and Johnny's Papa would've wanted!"

"Johnny Johnny yes Daddy my ass!" Jaemin snarled, his own fists held back by Renjun. "Fuck the right to human speech and fuck communism! Fucking meet me in court, bitch!"

Except for Mark, the whole squad, Salami girl included, was at the mall on the last day of July, creating a ruckus in Hot Topic, the poor employees and customers suffering from the screeching and devilish antics.

To get the attention of the Dreamies, Salami girl clapped her hands and suggested, "Why don't y'all settle your argument with rock-paper-scissors? Or birthing children over EXO's comeback? Or marriage, 'cause you can't testify against a spouse in court?"

"Arm wrestle," Donghyuck called out, snickering with the Chensung couple over their plan to steal anime-designed leather jackets. "Do it the manly way."

"It's not manly, it's stressful," Salami girl muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I tried arm wrestling with an ant once but I forfeited 'cause I got scared."

Smirking, Jeno cleared boxes of anime bobble-heads off one of the tables set in the middle of the store, placing his elbow on the white surface with his hand outstretched. "This will be your final oof."

The pink-haired snorted and walked over to the other side, bending his arm on the table and grasping Jeno's hand with his own. They both reached out their other arms to hold down the others' elbow. "You're on. My hand will be on top of yours, just like my body in bed."

Chenle called, "Don't suck, just fuck! Correction: Don't mess up my tempo!"

Less than a millisecond later Jisung yelled, "EXO can run me over with their motorcycles and I'd be over the fucking moon 'cause if I can't choke on them, at least I can choke on fucking exhaust instead."

"Or me," his boyfriend smirked slyly.

Ignoring Chensung, Donghyuck was about to come rushing over until Renjun shoved him out of the way. The Chinese boy and Salami girl stood next to the table, counting down, "Three! Two! Juan!"

The result shocked everyone. All the Dreamies knew both boys frequented the gym, and since coming back from boarding school they were able to fix their workout schedules and routines. Both seemed an equal match for each other, Jeno maybe stronger because of the muscle tees he often wore proving the muscles in his arms. But as soon as Salami girl hollered "Juan", Jaemin had Jeno's arm halfway down to the surface of the table.

Veins popped out on both arms, muscle lines tauter and defined, faces slowly turning red from their effort. Jeno was shocked, and the younger was smiling as they held that position for what could've easily been a whole minute.

Renjun sighed, and announced, "Since no shit is happening, Jaemin wins!"

Finally, Jaemin got the older's arm down as Jeno released tension, and he whooped, cheering along with Chensung who had stopped to watch. Donghyuck shook his head at Jeno while the brunette buried his head in his arms on the table, ready to cry.

He looked up at Jaemin and narrowed his eyes. "Listen up then, hoe, if you'll disrespect Johnny Johnny, at least remember that the Earth is fucking flat! Not only that, our solar system is fucking geocentric! And water isn't fucking wet!"

Silence swept over the store, everyone staring blankly at Jeno except for the girl currently working as the cashier who murmured, "Galileo can't relate to such intellect."

"True." Affirmatively, Salami girl nodded at the cashier in agreement then asked brightly, "So how was everyone's senior year?"

"It sucked dick," Jisung answered blandly, but when he glanced over at Chenle, he blushed lightly. "But like, good dick. A solid 69 inches."

"U-fucking-wu!" Renjun screeched. "Congrats on your marriage, y'all finally got together! Only took your slow, weak, asses 666 light-years."

"Light-year is a measurement of distance, not ti—"

"Fuck you," Renjun snarled, "you think the Earth is flat and the solar system is geocentric, your opinion is irrelevant."

"And Pluto is actually a supernova disguised as a dwarf planet," Jeno added wisely. "But hey, you can't deny that water isn't wet."

"Good job on getting Jisung's dick, Chenle." Donghyuck walked over and slapped Chenle's back, hard. The poor Chinese boy would have fallen on the floor if Jisung hadn't grabbed his body to steady him.

"Don't fuck with my son or I'll drown your pet donkey," Jaemin added. "Spectacular job getting a nice pussy, though."

"If only you were pussy enough to ask Jeno out," Salami girl sighed regretfully, suddenly screaming when the mentioned boys started chasing after her.

Not too long after, they were kicked out of the store, walking away from the disaster of clothes and merchandise scattered and tangled on the floors. But all were smiling brightly, content.

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Unfortunately for Jaemin, that contentment didn't last too long.

Later on that day, some random kid they vaguely knew from their school was throwing a house party. Her rich parents were out of town, so naturally, her first instinct was to take out the alcohol and assemble an EDM playlist to blast over a booming system. The large house displayed an average, stereotypical teenage party scene. Most either in the living room or pool outside, done-up faces illuminated by neon lighting, dancing and twerking and laughing along to the music as alcohol burned down throats and filled bodies with exhilaration and bad decision-making.

At the pool, Chensung and Donghyuck were having the time of their lives while Jeno and Jaemin were separated and inside the house. Renjun didn't feel like getting drunk, so his decision not to attend may or may not have affected Salami girl's who didn't show either.

Jaemin had had a few shots and felt a little tipsy, deciding to leave the major party scene groaning. The music was deafening and easily pounded through the walls, so he went down to the basement. Once there, he breathed a sigh of relief for the music was still audible but quiet enough to free his mind.

Obviously, upstairs where the bedrooms were was a horrible option, so he'd never consider going there.

For now, the basement was fine. There were people in the rec room, a chill crowd just lounging around. Only a few couples making out, others drinking just enough to feel a buzz.

Of course, Jaemin was already buzzed, staggering as he constantly ruffled up his pink hair and revealed his forehead or tugged on the collar of his black t-shirt showing his collarbones. He was comfortable in his Adidas track pants, yet the air of the basement was suffocating, the previously consumed alcohol not doing much service either.

Sighing, the boy decided to try and find Jeno, in hopes that the older would walk him home. To get to the party, the Dreamies had taken the bus and walked a few blocks, and though Jaemin was perfectly fine with taking public transit alone, he'd prefer Jeno could come along so he'd have someone to watch movies or play Fortnite with once arriving back home.

The only issue was that Jeno had disappeared from his sight as soon as they arrived. The brunette hadn't been in the main throng of partiers and Jaemin was sure the boy wasn't fucking someone on the top level, so he assumed the older would be somewhere in the basement.

Tired, the pink-haired set off to search rooms and hallways. A headache began to throb through his consciousness, resulting in him groaning again. Jaemin felt sick, drained, and claustrophobic, knowing without looking in a mirror that his skin was pale and starting to shine with sweat.

Bedrooms, bathrooms, other random spaces held nothing but furniture until Jaemin fell onto a door. Apparently, it was slightly ajar, so he collapsed on the ground as the wood swung open to reveal an occupied bedroom.

A clothed, straight couple were writhing around on the bed when Jaemin looked up, and he stood to leave when he got a closer look at the boy balancing on all fours over the hoe underneath him. Ripped jeans, sleeveless hoodie, honey-colored hair, sharp jawline. The top had lifted his head upon hearing the door open and thud on the floor, raising his eyebrows at Jaemin while the latter almost screamed.

It was Jenhoe.

Immediately, the random girl slithered away from under Jeno and slid past Jaemin, bolting away. That left the younger to observe Jeno who sighed, sitting up at the foot of the bed and leaning on his arms placed behind him.

Head thrown back, he allowed Jaemin a view of the hickeys adorning Jeno's neck, early splotches of pink. The brunette's plush lips were parted slightly, and his eyes closed as he caught his breath. All he had done was make out with some stranger, but he was still the epitome of the classic after-sex look.

Jaemin just saw a gorgeous sex god.

And yet, the younger folded his arms and scowled, his voice coming out harsher than intended as he asked, "The fuck is wrong with you?"

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