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They were drunk…and heartbroken. And when you’re drunk and heartbroken, you make the worst of decisions, unfortunately.
For Jeno and Renjun? It was to become each other’s comfort. Rebound, yes that’s what they and other people would name it. And they knew, it’s fine, they consented to this. After all, they were drunk and heartbroken.
“Fucking Jaemin.” Jeno mutters in between slurred words and sips of soju.
“Yeah, well, that’s what you used to do.” Renjun supplies in what he thinks is a helpful response to a man who just had his heart absolutely shattered. But he was equally wrecked, downing what seems like his fifth (or was it the seventh already?) bottle of alcohol. So maybe he wasn’t exactly in the position to be giving comfort.
“Shut up.”
He doesn’t.
“Sucks to be you Jeno.”
“I at least got together with the person I like. How’s pining for Donghyuck going for you? Right. You just lost your chance ‘cause now he’s with Jaemin— my ex.”
Renjun shrugs. There’s no weight to Jeno’s words now. He likes to think he’s become numb to the pain but really, it’s just because nothing hurts more than losing your chance because you were too much of a coward to make the first move.
Earlier that day they, — in the most awkward, uncomfortable way possible— had found out that Jaemin, Jeno’s ex of two months, and Donghyuck were together. With Jeno visiting their then shared apartment to gather back his stuff and walking in on them, huddled up, sleeping cutely. Except it wasn’t. If the clothes lying around should be of any indicator.
So he was stood there, with bated breath, thousands of questions coursing through his head, the most prominent being: how the fuck do I get my underwear now? But he got it anyway, with enough tiptoeing and breath-holding— it felt like a ballet performance. The agitation of not waking them, the tiptoes, and the breath at rest. Although only Renjun would know how it feels to be in an actual ballet performance.
Speaking of Renjun, Jeno phoned the man the second he slid out of the apartment.
“So uh, first of all, I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for so I just now this is going to be bad.” Oh, it was worse.
“Yeah, I don’t actually know how else to say this so I’m just gonna say it – I think Jaemin and Donghyuck are dating?” The rise in intonation at the end was necessary because he was just assuming at this point. But the clothes, the snuggling together, the sleeping in one bed. Sure, they could’ve been just fuck buddies…maybe they were just fuck buddies. Although that’s not any better actually. But at least it means there’s not a tinge of romantic feelings involved.
Renjun’s voice crackled through the phone’s speakers. “I knew it.” Oh. Maybe not just fuck buddies then. “I should’ve known actually.” And then he was grumbling and wallowing in self-pity and Jeno wanted to end the call because he’s the one who saw his ex with a friend— with the prospect of said ex and friend dating— not Renjun.
He ends the call; he doesn’t need to hear Renjun’s whining. But he finds himself in the man’s apartment at 10 in the evening, bottles upon cans upon bottles of alcohol scattered around to drown themselves in. And snacks. And ramen. And what the fuck is a box of condoms doing in their plastic bag?
“Renjun, why do we have these?”
Renjun barely glances at the box before shrugging. “I don’t know; thought we might need some other type of comfort.” He says reaching out for some chips.
And he actually thinks about it. Because the pain only settled hours ago, when it finally hit him that Jaemin has moved on completely— too complete in fact that he’s able to sleep with someone else after just two months of breaking up with Jeno. So he should be able to do it too, right?
He watches the man across from him take another swig. He watches his adam’s apple bob up and down. He watches some liquid trickle down from the corners of his mouth. He watches Renjun. Because he’s flushed all over, pretty pink dusting his cheeks, mouth slightly parted, and eyes half hooded, staring off in a daze. Jeno had always thought Renjun was pretty. Somewhere at the back of his mind, surely. But tonight, that thought is on the front seat, driving him crazy and Renjun now isn’t just pretty, he was alluring.
Renjun catches him staring and he smirks. He smirks. Fuck. “Have you thought of it?”
The public shouldn’t be able to see the Renjun in front of him. He’s fatal. He’ll have them forgetting their significant others for a good few minutes. Because that’s what’s happening to Jeno as of the moment, Jaemin absolutely nowhere to be found in his head. Just Renjun. Holding Renjun. Kissing Renjun. Fucking Renjun.
In a swift motion, the can is rolling on the floor as he pulls the man onto his lap, their lips crashing. He slides one hand under Renjun’s shirt, fingertips brushing over the other’s already hardened buds before Renjun pulls away.
“Wait, fuck, you’re too eager Jeno.” But he’s not having it, not when Renjun has a sly smile dancing on his lips. His fucking plump lips. Which he had a taste of and now there’s an insatiable hunger brewing within him.
He’s having none of it so he tugs Renjun closer, strong arms wrapped around the man’s slim waist because there is no way he’s letting him go after having tasted him.
Jeno nips on one of Renjun’s earlobes before whispering. “I’m not the one who bought a box of condoms right?” Renjun fucking giggles. As if his sultry gaze and hoarse voice aren’t already enough to send shivers down Jeno’s spine (and dick as well). As if it isn’t already enough to drive him feral. He just had to fucking giggle
Something inside Jeno snaps. In intoxicated haste, he’s stripping Renjun off his pesky clothes, he’s pushing him down the floor and nibbling on the soft spots on his neck.
Renjun can only whimper as he lets Jeno take control. “Mm, don’t leave too much.”
“No promises.” Renjun moans at this.
He has already decided to create a masterpiece off of Renjun’s body.
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Sunlight streams through the binds and it’s what promptly wakes Renjun up. That and a throbbing headache. Oh and his ass. Ass that was mercilessly pounded into. He grumbles at the remnants of last night’s mistakes. Used condoms around him and at him. Cans and bottles littering the floor. And Jeno. Just Jeno. There, having the best sleep of his life while Renjun struggles to even sit up.
“Fucking Jeno,” he brings a hand to his forehead, massaging his temples in a weak attempt to soothe the thumping, “didn’t even go easy on me.”
“’M sorry,” Jeno mutters, eyes cracking open.
“If you’re awake then let’s fucking clean up. God Jeno I told you not to leave so much I have work today.” Renjun rambles in his raspy voice and Jeno can’t help the smile forming his lips. He did that. The marks, the voice.
“Hey, if you have no plans of getting up, I do. I’m borrowing your shower.”
Jeno clasps onto Renjun’s wrist before he can completely leave. Renjun shoots him a questioning look, almost annoyed even.
“So…” Jeno trails off. He doesn’t meet the other’s eyes as he tries to find the right words. “What does this make us?” Fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? He leaves his thoughts unsaid, waiting for Renjun to give clarity to their blurring relationship.
They weren’t even that much of a friend to one another from the beginning. They just had mutual friends which makes them friends in association, but truth to be told, he doesn’t even know what Renjun does for a living.
The birds chirp for a few beats until—
“Rebounds.”
So they’re doing this.