Jaemin doesn’t remember the exact when and how of meeting Lee Jeno. He must have been drunk. It must have been at last year’s Refreshers party. They must have been on the dance floor.
What he does remember is Jeno’s breath in his mouth. His slender hands sneaking their way underneath Jaemin’s shirt, a little fidgety and a little impatient, trailing over his stomach. The way his eyes curved into crescents when Jaemin asked if he wanted to come home with him.
That’s what Jaemin remembers: Jeno saying yes.
(aka the nomin fwb au no one asked for)
