WARNING: Insults, dubious con, kink (muscle worship & armpit fetish), explicit smut. Idk what else to add
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I will probably start this tomorrow or the next day!!! curiouscat.me/forthenomin
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He has a large following of students who are willing to do everything and anything for him without asking. One word from him is all it takes for those people to do whatever he wants.
Back then, Jaemin had often visualized Mark Lee as his savior, a prince, a knight in shining armor.
Due to that incident, people started praising Jaemin, often telling him how brave and gutsy he was for dropping such a snake of a friend.
“Why are you so hostile, Lee?” Jaehyun asked in a taunting manner. “Why can’t you be more like Jaemin here?”
“Don’t drag Jaemin into this.”
“Fucking Jung Jaehyun.”
“What the fuck?” came a vulgar question from Taeyong.
“What?” Jaemin asked innocently, blinking at Taeyong. “He’s hot.”
“When you took me under your wing.” Jaemin suppressed another laugh that was threatening to come out. He didn’t want to anger Taeyong further, knowing how little patience the latter has.
Although they were both friends with Haechan before, Jaemin never really got to talk to Lee Jeno or hang out with him.
But none of those matters now. Jaemin has already made friends with the ones he had a somewhat similar experience, the ones he can relate to for going through somewhat the same thing.
“Jaemin,” Dejunc called, gaining Jaemin’s attention, “let’s go. Taeyong-hyung and Ten-hyung are already outside.”
“Nana,” a voice resonated from the front. There Dejun was, his one hand carrying his tote bag while the other was inserted deep in his pocket.
“Noraebang,” Jaemin repeated, giving Dejun the signal using his eyes, “aren’t we supposed to celebrate later…?”
“Maybe some other time?”
Jaemin breathe a sigh of relief, slumping down to his seat. Of course, they don’t have plans.
“Wow, as if you don’t copy my homework.”
“Okay.” Jaemin faced Dejun in irritation. “But do you do the /other things?/”
Another chuckle resounded from Dejun.
“I figured,” Jaemin pointed out.
“As if you care about that though?” Dejun mockingly asked. “Don’t you normally talk them into doing things you want them to do?”
“You know what, if I were you, I’d just drop him completely. I mean, you have a lot of people who are worshiping you. It makes no sense that you still keep him around when you get annoyed by him most of the time.”
Jaemin glanced to see who it was, and there Huang Renjun was, looking like the latter hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep.
But of course, Jaemin won’t. In all honesty, he didn’t really want to run for the seat.
“Is there a problem here?” came a deep voice from behind. Lucas Wong.
ADDITIONAL WARNING: Blackmailing, lots of swearing.
One of the things Jaemin also noticed is that Lee Jeno is very protective of his friends, which annoys him greatly because Huang Renjun seems to love the attention and take advantage of it.
The only thing that puts Jaemin off about Lee Jeno is that the raven-haired guy seems to have a deep hatred toward him for what he did to Haechan, hence the never ending saga of throwing daggers at him.
“You act as if we just finished a major exam,” Dejun commented, noticing Jaemin’s tired expression.
“I never dragged you, though.”
“I can just ask Yangyang to do it for me.”
“You can’t always ask him to do that for you.”
“You did it on purpose, no?” Lee Jeno asked dangerously, his voice full of venom. Jaemin had never seen him like that. “You’re deliberately trying to fuck my friends over, aren’t you?”
“No, I don’t!” Jaemin suddenly cried out, tears starting to emerge from from the corner of his eyes.
Of course, Jaemin wouldn’t just let Lee Jeno off the hook. He will definitely get back at him.
“Na Jaemin,” Mr. Ok called, snapping Jaemin out of his trance.
“Y-Yes, Mr. Ok?” Jaemin asked in response.
“What the fuck, if you don’t stop speaking nonsense, I’m going to slap you out of this building,”
“Damn right, it is.” Jaemin slammed the bulks of paper on their desk, discreetly singling out Lee Jeno’s papers as he subtly wandered his eyes for possible witness of what he was about to do. “Come on.”
“What are you doing?” Dejun asked in confusion when he saw Jaemin clutching onto Lee Jeno’s worksheets with an evil glint in his eyes. “You’re not about to do what I’m thinking… are you?”
“You’re so evil.” Dejun chuckled to himself, looking at Jaemin in pure amusement. “I like it.”
“Well, he shouldn’t have messed with me,” came Jaemin’s reply in triumph.
“Oh, thank you, Jaemin.” Mr. Ok smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth, taking the papers from Jaemin’s grasp.
“Is that all, Mr. Ok?”
Jaemin took his leave, rolling his eyes shortly after he’d turned around and saw nobody in particular.
“You think I’m going to make those shit up?”
“Well, for starters, you fucking would.”
“Does Taeyong-hyung know this?”
“Then, why can’t I find it?”
“They’re not here, Mr. Ok,” Lee Jeno told his teacher. “I’m very sure I handed it to Na Jaemin before I left.”
“Mr. Ok...” Jaemin answered, his gaze shifting from their teacher to Lee Jeno’s deathly gaze. “I-I don’t remember… I mean, I’m sure I would remember if he really did…”
“Leave Haechan out of this!” Mark Lee hissed, standing up threateningly.
“Stop,” Lee Jeno dangerously low and rough voice, his face devoid of any emotion. “Jaemin, just please tell the truth.”
Lee Jeno stared at him, hard. As everyone says, if looks could kill, Jaemin would’ve been buried six feet under the ground.
“Enough,” Mr. Ok finally intervened. “You have no right to disrespect me in this class.
“You, too, Wong Yukhei and Lee Minhyung,” the teacher reprimanded them. “You can’t just accuse someone of something and expect to get away with it. It doesn’t work like that.”
“Anyway, I’ll go ahead now. Use the remaining time to talk about your plans on foundation day. Have you started building the booth? Wait, have you even conceptualized what kind of booth ours will be?”
“Alright, then I’m leaving to you, Lee Jeno, the rest of the class.” Mr. Ok put on his bag. “Class dismissed.”
Jaemin’s eyes wandered the classroom to see if anyone was looking at him.
Over the remaining days of that week, Lee Jeno became the new target of the entire student body.
“You’re so reliable, Yangyang,” Jaemin slurred, glancing Liu Yangyang’s way as he watched Lee Jeno kick the post where the bike was previously, while Liu Yangyang stayed behind.
“No, Jaemin, we can go wherever you want. Let me try that one first and then I’ll go wherever you go.”
“Not really, but I expect you to fall for me,” Jung Jaehyun retorted, smirking at Taeyong’s obvious repugnance. He then inserted both of his hands inside his pockets. “So, let’s go?”
“Hyung, don’t say that,” Jaemin jested. “Taeyong-hyung will keep resisting if that’s the case.”
“Go, go, go!” Jaemin urged. “Bring him with you! Have a wonderful date!”
“You can go, Jaemin,” Jaehyun declared, looking at Taeyong intensely. “Just come to the student council booth after the event. Don’t even think of escaping. This will be my last warning.”
“What!” Taeyong exclaimed in anger, hitting Jaehyun once again as he glared at Jaemin. “You, brat! You can’t just leave me with this prick! Come back here, I’ll kill you!”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Jaemin went on to enjoy the day, going to every single booth except those of which he needed a partner to participate in.
Upon entering the bathroom, he washed his hands and dried it with the hand dryer. As he was using it, however, the bathroom floor opened, revealing the person he wasn’t expecting to see.
“O-Okay, then w-what do you wa—”
Jaemin whined when Lee Jeno broke the kiss, to which he earned a breathy smirk from the latter.
“A-ah!” Jaemin moans were restrained, afraid that someone could potentially hear them from the outside. “J-Jeno...”
“What?” Jeno whispered sensually to his ear. “You can moan all you want. Nobody would hear you.”
“You better not do anything shady ever again,” Lee Jeno lowly whispered to his ear, making his spine shiver in fear, “because if you do, it may just be the end of you.”
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“N-No…” Jaemin pulled a forced smile, glancing warily around him. “M-Maybe it’s because of the upcoming exam...”
It’s making Jaemin crazy.
Earlier he could feel Lee Jeno’s stare. He didn’t know how, he just felt it. Their eyes met at one point when Jaemin turned around once.
“Whatever, we’ll see you in class,” Dejun said dismissively, dragging Jaemin to their homeroom.
Not having the strength to pull himself away from Dejun’s grasp, he let himself be dragged to their homeroom before the bell even rang.
Jaemin tried to focus on the discussions.
“True, come on. Let’s just go, and then we can go grab something on the way home. I feel so hungry again, ugh. I hate metabolism.”
“You must be pretty popular,” Jaehyun incredulously, smiling tauntingly. “After all, you’re a pretty responsible leader, right…?”
Jaemin tried to listen, but his thoughts kept on getting messed up. At one point, Dejun even had to pinch his thigh because he was in a trance when Jung Jaehyun called him.
“O-Oh, right.” Jaemin smile forcefully. “Come again?”
“How did you even manage to do that?” Taeyong berated. “Sounds like wishful thinking.”
That shut Taeyong up.
“Good.” Jung Jaehyun nodded, tapping his fingers on the table. “How many clubs and organizations have submitted the money?”
“Some of the presidents of those clubs and organizations said they’re having internal conflict, and that they’re going to submit the money as soon as possible. The latest would probably be on Wednesday.”
“Wait,” Jaemin muttered after a long while of just listening. “Why do I have to be the one to take care of the fund? Why can’t it be just Taeyong-hyung?”
“It’s just a single event. Why do we have to buy new ones?” Taeyong interjected all of a sudden.
There was a chorus of “we’ll do our best” among the officers in response to what Jaehyun announced.
When Friday came, Jaemin had to stay after school again.
“By the way, has the president given you the SC debit card?”
“Don’t let him hear you say that.” Dejun chuckled to himself. “You know how much he takes pride in having the biggest bottom out of all of us.”
Upon arriving he saw a lot of headphones, speakers, DVD players, and whatnot.
“Young man, welcome to my shop,” the old man declared. “What are you looking for?”
“Of course!” the old man declared, exiting the counter to show Jaemin the speaker he was looking for.
“Oh. Then what about this Alto Ten Inches Powered Speaker TS310,” the old man offered. “It’s kinda similar to one of those QSC K10.2. The only difference is it’s alone. The price is about the same as the individual price. ₩520,000.00.”
The following day, Jaemin woke up early, did his morning routine, and went out.
That’s why he wants to be successful in the future. He isn’t an outstanding student, and he actually falls under the category of average to below average in the academic sense.
Getting excellent grades is just as important as doing good in college scholastic ability test, but he’d worry about the latter next time.
As Jaemin walked around aimlessly, he found himself in a Ralph Lauren store. He was tantalized by the clothes in there.
Upon roaming around, Jaemin found a loose, pastel blue floral shirt.
Painstakingly, he placed it back on the clothes rack but no before giving it a one last look.
When the owner said yes and that it’d be half the original price, Jaemin excused himself and told the old man that he was just going to withdraw in spite of the man insisting he accepts card.
Monday came and Jaemin felt accomplished because not only was he able to do his task, he was also able to buy the polo shirt that he’d wear for the festival.
The week then rolled around like a blink of an eye, and the festival kicked off gracefully.
/Um, sorry to be rude, but who are you? I don’t remember giving my phone number to anyone./ he replied, feeling his heartbeat faster for some reason. It was as if there was an impending doom.
Another text message went through. /Looking for me? :)/
/Just who the fuck are you?! This isn’t funny!/
/Meet me on the third floor of the main building, East side, storage room. Be discreet. Make you sure that nobody will see you,/ the text said.
Even though frightened, Jaemin did as he was told. And as soon as he was in the middle, the door suddenly closed, startling him in the process. There was a figure looming, but he couldn’t see the face.
And when the figure revealed who he was, Jaemin had to gulp in fear.
“Right,” Lee Jeno confirmed, taking a step closer that made Jaemin step aback. “I rarely ever hold a grudge against people, so he didn’t think I’d use this as a leverage to get back at you.
“What,” Lee Jeno cut off, “the fabricated one?”
“So, you were the one following me?”
“I actually followed you to the mall to see what you were going to do with the /excess/ money you had, and then I saw you bought this last stock of pastel blue, loose floral shirt in Ralph Lauren at the mall.”
With a smirk, Lee Jeno stood up, towering Jaemin once again and looking down on him, as his hands flew to his belt and the zipper of his pants. “How about you suck my cock, hm?”
“So,” Lee Jeno started, “will you suck my cock or I’ll snitch on you?”
“You just have to trust me,” Lee Jeno answered, to which Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows at. “Na Jaemin, I’m not like you. I’m a man of my words.”
“Fuck!” Jeno moaned. “Ah, Na Jaemin, your mouth is so fucking amazing. I’d love it if you suck my cock all day.”
Before Jaemin knew it, he was pushed against the wall. He was now sitting on his ass as Lee Jeno towered him.
“Fucking take that!” Lee Jeno moaned as he slid his raging cock in and out of Jaemin’s hot mouth. “You like that, hm?”
But Jaemin only held his hand up in front of Lee Jeno, proceeding to crawl on his knees and sucking Lee Jeno’s cock, licking his balls, and jacking it off with one of his hands.
Once again, unable to hold himself, Lee Jeno picked up his pace. His thrusts, this time, was faster and harder.
White, sweet sticky liquid exploded into Jaemin’s mouth as Lee Jeno’s cock continued pulsating inside.
Hearing Lee Jeno joke, for Jaemin, was so strange, considering the guy always had a scowl on his face, always glaring at him.
“Nobody should know about this,” Jaemin uttered, “not your family, especially not your friends.”
“And about me spending the school fund, it should be a secret.”
“Of course,” Lee Jeno answered. “As long as we get to do this all the time, I’m fine with keeping it a secret.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” Lee Jeno cut off, staring at Jaemin straight in the eyes, not backing down. “I didn’t promise anything to you. I never even explicitly said that I won’t tell anyone in exchange of you blowing me.”
Before Jaemin knew it, he was pulled by the waist by Lee Jeno into the latter’s sweaty body. His breath hitched when the raven-haired guy suddenly captured his lips, and then pulled back. “I’d rather fuck you, baby, but that’s up for another time.”
Jaemin jumped from his seat nervously, putting his hand over his left chest and sighing in relief when he saw that it was just Dejun. It was the week after the festival, and everyone has gone back to their routine.
“It’s not my intention to, though?” Dejun retorted back, placing his bag underneath his desk. “You’ve just been really jumpy these days.”
“I know,” Jaemin replied. “We shouldn’t have run in the first place.”
“Hey, Jaem.” Liu Yangyang suddenly appeared in his line of sight, taking him by surprise, smiling widely. “Can I eat with you and Dejun?”
Liu Yangyang grabbed the chair in front of Jaemin and Dejun’s table, placing it in their direction.
Wordlessly, Jaemin began eating his meal, the sunny side up and rice his mother packed for him.
“Are you sure?” Liu Yangyang asked expectantly. “It’s free food. Plus, people tell me I cook amazing.”
“Yeah.“ Jaemin forced a smile, going back to his food.
Turning around, he plastered a forced smile on his face. “...Yes…?”
“Uh...” Jaemin trailed off, confused. “Home…?”
“You’re assigned to clean today.” Lee Jeno pointed at the cork board over his shoulder with his thumb.
“Really?” Jaemin asked in fake innocence. “Thank you, Yangyang.”
With a wink, Liu Yangyang summoned a wide smile that reached his eyes. “No problem. You owe me one, okay?”
“Because I’m a considerate class monitor,” Lee Jeno responded. “And because I’m a considerate class monitor, some people like taking advantage of that, like you.”
Lee Jeno let out a chuckle—a reaction that still felt foreign to hear and see for Jaemin. “Is it bad I’m doing my job properly?”
“Cut it out.” Jaemin closed his eyes in annoyance at the subtle jab at him. “I’m no longer going to spend the school fund for personal gain.”
“Just cut it out, Lee Jeno.” Jaemin gulped, straightening his composure. “What do you want from me?”
There was that low chuckle again. “You’re so vulgar. That’s bad for your public persona.”
“Don’t play with me.”
“Liu Yangyang,” Lee Jeno muttered under his breath, hitting Jaemin’s cheek, “what is he to you?”
“Then why were you two kissing that time when I saw you, hm?” Lee Jeno asked dangerously, his eyes darkening.
“Thanking him for what?”
“T-Thanking him for campaigning for me during the student council election...”
“That’s cute, but I don’t really trust your words.”
Suddenly, Lee Jeno pulled away, smirking. “Stay away from you, huh?”
Nodding in his horny state, Jaemin closed his eyes with a sharp intake of breath when Lee Jeno’s kisses traveled to his earlobe, licking on it as sensual as possible, making his lower region excited.
“Yeah?” Lee Jeno urged, trying to elicit more reaction. “You like that?”
Nodding, Jaemin said, “I-I can feel your cock… I-It’s so huge.”
Smirking, Lee Jeno whispered, “Of course, it’s all yours.”
But before Jaemin could do so, they heard the doorknob twist, startling them both. Good thing it was locked.
“Jeno?” came the puzzled voice of Jung Jaehyun. “Jaemin?”
“Hyung,” they accidentally said in unison.
Gulping, Jaemin’s cheeks seemed to reddened even more at that, stumbling over his words. “W-We, uh… W-we were cleaning our room...”
“Just the two of you?”
“Because he thought I was gonna storm off,” Jaemin responded with a nervous smile. “He locked the room because he thought I was gonna storm off.”
“Yes!” Jaemin cut off, discreetly removing Lee Jeno’s grasp on his ass. “We are, actually.”
“Because I like him?”
“What?” Jung Jaehyun retorted back. “I thought it was obvious?”
When he was about to get it from Lee Jeno his bag, the latter held it out of his reach. “Give me my bag.”
Good thing that there were no students around anymore.
“Come on, Jeno,” Jung Jaehyun said, motioning for them to hit the streets on their way home.
“No!” Jaemin exclaimed, to which he earned a long, hard stare from Lee Jeno. “Y-You don’t have to do that...”
“Just weeks ago, I heard you were in a fight. Now, you act like boyfriends.” Jung Jaehyun sighed.
Jaemin blushed at the comment.
“I didn’t ask you to.”
Lee Jeno nodded wordlessly as Jung Jaehyun turned on his heel, proceeding to go the other way.
In embarrassment, Jaemin had his head down the whole time. He couldn’t help but blush at the thought of him and Lee Jeno going at it just minutes ago, in their homeroom at the top of that.
“What for…?” Jaemin asked, indifferent.
“We’ll go out.”
“Do you want me to repeat it?” Lee Jeno then turned to look at him. “I said we’ll go out.”
“No!” Jaemin exclaimed when Lee Jeno took out his phone, ready to call Jung Jaehyun. “I-I will go with you...”
“Good.” Lee Jeno smiled slyly, pocketing his phone. “There’s your bus.”