y'all are so biased for renhyuck omg 😂 from the start you've been asking for it and it makes me feel happy that the community is so big. renhyuck supremacy ❤️

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"Knock knock, Queen, it's time to go," Jaemin hollered as he waited outside Renjun's door patiently. He was leaning against the wall beside it where the door wouldn't open out on him and crush him, luckily.

"Queen? I don't see a queen here," Renjun's muffled voice argued from within before the wooden frame separating them was thrown open and the smaller boy emerged. "I'm not delicate enough, Sir. I'll smack you the fuck u—"

"You look...amazing," the brunette interrupted him in a slight daydream. He was in awe of the outfit his partner for the night at chosen. A pretty pastel pink sweater that cut across from one shoulder to the other, collar bones out and neck ever-so kissable. That and the high-waisted white jeans it was tucked into brought together a very feminine yet charming appearance. "I didn't know you wore this kind of thing."

"Well, Chenle lent me this jumper since I was panicking about having nothing for this occasion. I think it's for girls, but at this point in time I really don't care. It's not like you'll suddenly lose interest in me if I decide to wear a rubbish bag tomorrow."

"Ugh, you've got us figured out," Jaemin cooed and pulled the boy in closer by the hips. "But seriously, look at you~. I love it!"

"You didn't love it that much on me!" Chenle could be heard barking from the next apartment down. The pair couldn't withhold their giggles as they promptly walked away and down the stairs, hands linked for no other specific reason than comfort.

They grabbed their jackets off the couch where Taeyong was constantly telling them not to dump things but didn't really fight them on it much either. They threw them on, Jaemin's complementing his classy suit well. He'd seemed to dress somewhat like a host, but in less of a 'fuck me' outfit this time and more of a 'I'm hot but you can't have me'. Renjun liked this one better. It made his neighbour feel less like a tiger and more like a boyfriend.

"Y'know, the mulberry colour suits you," the older hummed once they left the complex and wandered off towards Mark's car. "Usually you're in darker tones, but I like this one."

"These outfits are for dates and birthdays and whatnot. I wouldn't put this on for flirting with people I don't like."

Oh shit, I don't like how special that makes me feel, Renjun swallowed thickly. He hopped into the passenger's side and buckled up while the other started the engine. The air surrounding them was full of all kinds of feelings. Unconditional adoration, young excitement for what tonight could bring, lustful stigma from that fateful moment all those months ago. It all lay heavily over their heads as they pulled away and took off down the darkened streets.

When they finally arrived, the sheer size of the exterior of the Sapphire Dome was almost too daunting for Renjun to handle. The neon blue lights lining the title were glistening under the moonlight and the beautifully clean walls were well-maintained. VIPs were wandering in and out as though this was another planet, and the Chinese male was starting to get déjà vu from the premier.

"Nana...how did you get a job here?"

"I looked older than sixteen when I joined..."

"Jaemin!"

"Hey now, don't get all judgemental on me! They wanted to kick me out when they discovered I'd lied about my age, but I was reeling in way too much cash so they overlooked it. I've been here ever since and this was where I met Mark. I couldn't let this go now...I actually quite like it."

"I suppose you've got the looks for it."

"Damn, Renjunnie. If you want me that bad you can just ask—"

A firm punch to the younger's arm made him shut up and apologise quietly, and thus they went inside despite the looks they were receiving. The bouncer didn't even question their authority, instantly seeing Jaemin's face and giving him a high five. He was huge, intimating, and almost didn't suit the cute smile he gave the brunette. "Aaw, somebody's getting some tonight. You're a little player, Na."

"Don't say that out loud. He'll hit me," the host chuckled and entertained the banter. Renjun would've given him a smack just for that remark, but he didn't want to receive one from that guy for domestic violence and just left it alone.

"Have fun, kiddies. I'd be keeping an eye on each other," he scoffed and nudged Jaemin's forehead with his finger, "This one can't survive ten minutes without picking someone up, and you," he then motioned to Renjun, "You'll definitely get swarmed in there. May loyalty guide ye."

"I am fucking loyal..." the host grumbled under his breath as he took a firm hold of the smaller's waist and guided them both in, side by side. The instant pounding of blaring music stunned the blonde-ravenette to the core, and the ground was almost shuddering from the heavy bass. His fingers subconsciously latched onto the other's sleeve and suddenly he didn't feel so brave.

Celebrities — both famous and budding — were mingling and messing around like young teenagers. This was probably one of the only places they could as well as the rich and beautiful who could afford it. Hosts with even more revealing clothing than Jaemin owned were situated on sofas here and there, some with crowds around them and others facing one on one.

Darkness was fought against with shimmering strobe lights and the bar running all along the back of the large hall-resembling space had a neon blue front. Jaemin leaned down to speak into his partner's ear, "It's pretty loud tonight, but that's because it's Saturday. I don't work weekends and it's not this crazy midweek."

"You'd be deaf if you did!" Renjun yelled above the racket.

"True." The brunette smiled happily as he led them to the bar to take a seat upon the stools lining it. Though he didn't work weekends purely because he had lovers at home who meant one hundred times more than this job, and when they were off work, he wanted to be free as well.

"Ah, Nana!" People started to cheer, a bunch of them coming over to tug at the boy's nice suit jacket. "Nana, it's been ages~"

"Why don't you work on Saturdays? I miss you~"

"Come have a drink with us!"

"What brings you here tonight?"

Renjun twisted his body around to face the alcohol lining the far wall behind the glowing counter. His face couldn't hide the internal irritation he was experiencing and his fingers clutched the edge of the bar-top tightly. Ordinarily he would've sent a death glare or two and started a fight that way, but these people were famous. They were powerful, and they could've definitely dumped his body in the woods to never be found.

"Hey, can I get a cocktail? Something to dull my senses!" He called to the bartender. The said male glanced in his direction with a smile and sent a thumbs up, getting right on it with professionalism.

"Guys, guys!" Jaemin hissed and stood up to shoo them away. "I'm not alone tonight. My boyfriend's here, so could we back it up?"

"Ah, boyfriend?" One of the various girls groaned. "But you have loads of those! Spend some time with us now~"

"We know you don't really care about romance," one of the boys then scoffed so cockily. Like he knew a damn thing about Na Jaemin and how whole that heart of his was.

"Hold up," Renjun growled and spun around on his stool with his fresh cocktail in hand. The group heard him loud and clear and quit the pestering for a moment to eye him up and glare. "Last I checked, none of you — not a single one — were asked to be his date tonight. Stop living in Lalaland for two damn minutes and wait your turn for when he pretends to give a shit about your plastic asses. He's fucking paid to act pretty and tell you how you're not literal rejects crawling on hands and knees to touch the ends of his trousers. Had I known sooner that celebrities were like you and that pervert at the premier, maybe the world would've copped it sooner as well." He paused, turning to Jaemin, "Except Mark and Jaena, of course. And every other wholesome star..."

"You're riding a seriously high horse for someone so plain and boring, little man," someone snarked. "What? Are you gender confused or something? What's with the clothes? What's with the attitude, huh? Mummy issues?"

"Hey," Jaemin tried to intervene.

"No seriously," another joined, "You get asked on one date with him and suddenly you're God? We've never seen you with him before, so you can't be that important."

"Wait, wait, guys. He's that guy from Mark Lee's little premier malfunction. Remember? The annoying tag-along with the big mouth and nothing useful to say?"

Jaemin grabbed the cocktail straight from Renjun's shaking hands and splashed it straight over the lot of them; dousing them in what was probably a delicious martini. "Shut the fuck up, or do you want me to help you?" He seethed, breathing heavily now that he'd been inspired to actually push back against them. "If I had a dollar for every fucking time I've wanted one of you to fuck off, I'd be in a yacht right now. With him," he pointed to his neighbour. "Your company makes me sick and I feel suffocated every time you pay for mine."

"Nana..."

"Don't. Literally don't. If you don't disappear in three seconds I'm calling security." They stood with dumb expression for a brief moment before the host started yelling, "Three! Two—" And just like that, they were gone. Scrambling away like moronic sheep.

The remaining pair were quiet for a minute, sort of taking it all in before Jaemin quickly turned to look at him and instantly felt horrible. Renjun's red cheeks and watery eyes were like God's way of punishing him. He simply hated to see it.

"God, Angel I'm so sorry," he pleaded and put the glass down, taking the boy's cheeks in his hands and holding his head up to look into his eyes. "I didn't know they'd all come after me like that, it's never happened before when I've taken the others."

"O-Or maybe they were better at scaring them off before they could..." Renjun tried to be lighthearted with a small smile, but it failed. He elicited one sob before wiping his face and slightly regretting putting makeup on before. "I don't have mummy issues..."

"Hey, I know that. I know..." the taller sighed and sat down beside him again, taking the other's hands into his and resting them on his own lap. "They said an awful lot of crap back there that doesn't mean a thing, okay? And regardless of it all, we're still with you, aren't we? We haven't given up yet and think that means more than a bunch of randos sharing their unhelpful opinions of you."

"Media already recognises me...and it's terrifying. Being affiliated with Mark is terrifying, and now it'll be you."

"And...are we worth it?" The brunette pursed his lips and looked down awkwardly. "All the hassle of knowing us...are we even worth it?"

When Renjun didn't answer at first it seriously scared the taller deep inside. His sweaty palms went lax and the sensation of the other's fingers leaving his made him want to die. Perhaps the question was too soon. Maybe this was all a mistake and maybe his heart was in it more than the Chinese boy's after all.

But his anxiety was put to rest when a forehead was nuzzled against his, and that soft scent Renjun had gifted Chenle met his nose. Perhaps he'd borrowed it for tonight to match the pretty outfit, but that didn't matter right now. Not when the smaller of the two placed his hands over the sides of Jaemin's neck and used his thumbs to tilt the male's jaw up.

"You are. Both of you," he whispered even amidst the loud noises surrounding them. "I've never wanted to fight so hard to keep someone's attention before in my life." And that was when he leaned in and caught the host's lips, delicately moulding them into perfect rhythms without sprinkling any heat on it at all. It had felt like forever ago that the younger had experienced a kiss like this, where there was no expected sex after it or he wasn't trying to keep up appearances. His arms fell limp by his sides as Renjun took control of this one...and he enjoyed it more than anything.

Alas, they had to separate after about a minute. Their breaths were lost and their prior anger had dissipated as well. The lights danced over their faces as they just stared for a moment, and only the bartender could interrupt them.

"Any drinks, guys?"

"Uh, sure..." Renjun murmured softly and tore his gaze away even though he didn't want to. "Can I get the same as before? Never even got to try it."

"Sorry," Jaemin chuckled lightly.

"Nah, I definitely enjoyed watching it drench them more than I'd have ever enjoyed drinking it."

About two hours in, after knocking back three cocktails and a pint of cider each, both were gigglish and warm from the inside out. Their conversations were random and Jaemin definitely got more possessive when guys tried asking Renjun to dance. He would get grumpy way too easily and it was actually quite cute.

"Renjunnie, what's your ideal type?" The brunette enquired playfully as he leaned on his palm and checked his neighbour out for the millionth time that night.

"Mhm...I'm not sure. Probably like, Mark? Maybe? Or Jeno. Both are too rough on me though, I liked Jisung's personality when it came to handling me..."

"But then, why did you decide to sleep with all of us?" He mumbled with a frown.

"I'm not much different to you or the others in that regard, am I?" The young adult yawned and stretched his arms up cutely, sweater sneakily trying to ride up from his jeans and teasing Jaemin to no end. "You're all lovable in your own ways."

"So you do love us?" He slurred, poking the boy's chest and smiling faintly at the idea of marking that gorgeous neck with warnings that he was taken.

"You're reading too far into it," Renjun quickly gushed and tugged at the jumper. He was too adorable for words and clearly way too warm. "Anyway, y—"

"Hey, uh, sorry to disturb," yet another masculine guy crept up and tapped the Chinese adult's shoulder, "But can I ask if you're together? You're very pretty," he smiled genuinely.

"M'sorry—" Renjun was about to politely decline, but his younger friend never missed a beat to swat these flies away like the hindrances they were to his date.

"Keep your hands off, please and thank you. Your presence is defiling him and I need you to be gone when I open my eyes. Three—"

"Sorry," Renjun whispered to the stranger and the guy just nodded in understanding and wandered off without a battle. Jaemin really needed to stop criminalising every person who took an interest in him. The blonde-ravenette could only thank whatever higher being was preventing YangYang from spending any long amount of time with the guys he lived alongside.

"Is he gone?" He cracked one eye open skeptically.

"Yes, Nana. Yes he is."

"Good. What was he? The fifth?"

"Y'know, they're all asking to dance with me but you haven't at all yet. Maybe I should be considering other company," he teased and got up out of his seat. "Unless of course, you can sweep me off my feet?"

"Aaaw, I thought you'd be too tired and drunk for dancing. But I'm happy to show you some moves."

"Fine, fine. But publicly touch my ass and you're dead."

"Ay, ay, Queen."

The crowd was heavy but there were small pockets of space to slide through to get to the middle. Renjun led Jaemin through the thicket of bodies and settled in a small area where the slow dancers were. The songs had gotten progressively lighter and more romantic coming into the late hours of the night. The older wasn't sure if this was a formula for clubs, but he quite liked it.

"Okay, just chill out," the taller hummed as he held onto the other's hips from behind, both swaying in small movements with the other couples present. Renjun slid his arm up around Nana's neck and rested the back of his head against his chest, breathing in the smell of alcohol, sweat and expensive perfume from all around. His free hand was set on the male's perched upon his waist, and Jaemin then used his other one to hold that of Renjun's around his neck.

Their hips were pressed closely together, the younger's movements controlling the elder's. Every time the brunette would inch forward a little, the Chinese boy would have to by default. Renjun's eyes fluttered closed as they continued, and a part of him wanted to blame the drinks for how he was feeling...but in this delirious state he desired to tell the whole group how much he adored them and also wanted to slide in between some sheets with Jaemin. He was a slightly drunk, hormonal mess.

"You're so pretty," the taller whispered gently as he leaned down to caress the shell of the male's ear with his breath. And when the smaller shivered out a small moan, he dipped down to start kissing along his exposed neck, nipping and sucking at the weak spots and sighing heavily against the skin.

"Jaemin..." Renjun gushed airily, head thrown back and hair in his eyes. "Shit..."

And even though he'd been explicitly told not to, he slipped his hands down to squeeze at the older's ass. The blonde-ravenette, however, didn't seem to remember that warning from earlier as he pressed his back up against the toned chest supporting him.

They slow-danced in their own dazed way with lips clashing and hands wandering until more drinks were introduced. This was one of Renjun's new favourite ways to celebrate exams...

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