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You'd laughed when Jeno told you he'd give you a night you wouldn't forget.
It was such a cheesy line: the kind of thing younger guys in clubs say and then don't have the ability to back it up, not that you wouldn't be open to letting him try. How you'd ended up in a dark sweaty room at 3am dancing with a guy significantly your junior was blurred by adrenaline and gin. It had definitely begun with Areum's birthday party. Somewhere after the fourth? drink Seora had declared that we needed to "Take back the night from the youngsters" and so you'd stumbled to the nearest place that was still open. Calling it a club was being charitable. It was more of a bar really, but it did have enough space to dance and the floor was suitably sticky.
The bar was fairly busy when you arrived. Small groups of friends and couples dotted here and there shaking off the stress of the week. At first you hadn't been that interested in anyone else, you were too focused on getting in the first round of tequila shots, but when you rejoined Aerum and Seora at the table you'd found they'd been busy making friends.
"Ah, here she is! Yn, this is Renjun, Jaemin, and Jeno. Aren't they cute? They wanted to make sure I had a happy birthday!"
"You should have told me earlier, I would have bought more drinks"
"It's okay, Jaemin said the next round is on him."
You smile fondly at Aerum, noting the way the one called Renjun is quick to hold her arm and steady her after a particularly tipsy wobble. He has a cute face and short dark hair, but there is something behind the glint in his eyes and the way he confidently smiles at you all that makes you think there is more to him than meets the eye.
Seora, in contrast to Aerum’s inebriation, seems to have regained a laser like focus which she was directing solely at the one called Jaemin. He was returning the stare admirably, the corner of his cat-like mouth twitched up in amusement and challenge. Definitely a handful. You wondered who would blink first.
"Hi. I'm Jeno"
A low voice draws your attention to the guy next to you and you can't help but smile as you take him in. Jeno's dark blue/black hair falls into his eyes and when he brushes it back you notice his undercut. You can also make out the way his disheveled post-work shirt tightens over his biceps and chest. He’s broad and toned and his jawline could have been carved out of marble. Not only that, but his warm smile is very inviting. Lucky me. Just my type.
"Hi Jeno,”
You return his smile and then spare a glance back to your friends but they both seem suitably occupied. Surely they won’t miss you for a little while. You quickly down your tequila and place a hand on his firm shoulder before courage can desert you:
“Wanna dance?"
And that's how you got here: comfortably within a pair of frankly outstanding arms, enjoying the building sexual tension and toying with the idea of taking him home. You've lost track of how long you've been dancing. Thirty, forty minutes, maybe? Jeno is a good dancer: attentive, good at controling his body. You can't help but wonder how that skill would translate to the bedroom. As if he can read your mind, Jeno slides his large warm hand from your waist down to your ass and pulls you closer, until you are both swaying in unison to the music: hip to hip. His grip is firm and reassuring, encouraging you to melt into him. You catch his eye and raise an eyebrow, but he just smiles confidently back. Jeno knows you find him attractive. Hell, he is bloody gorgeous. Sure, he isn't tall, but what he lacks in height he makes up in muscle. Now he's this close you reach up and take the opportunity to run a hand lazily over his broad shoulders and up to the back of his neck, running your fingers over the baby-soft shaved hair at his nape. That's when he says it, making you giggle and sending a shiver through your core:
"You know, if you're up for it we can do more than dance. My place isn't far."
"Are you sure you have what it takes?" You press even closer, still just about moving to the music but really just thinking about how good he smells. Like warm pepper.
"Noona", his low voice tickles at your earlobe and you surpress a shudder, "I don't disappoint. I'll take care of you better than you've ever had before."
You can't help but laugh: "Confident, aren't we?"
"Come over and see."
You are both so close now your noses are almost touching. His eyes keep flicking from yours to your mouth and then back up. His breath skims your lips. You close your eyes in anticipation.
That's when you feel Seora's hand on your shoulder.
"Eonnie, Aerum isn't well. I think we need to take her home."
You sigh and disentagle yourself from Jeno's warmth. He is a gentleman and waits patiently whilst you turn and respond to your friend, politely returning his hand to the small of your back. Seora's smile is apologetic, her face is a little flushed from the alcohol, but she is still steady on her heels. It seems that the earlier staring contest has had the desired effect, as she has brought Jaemin with her and you smile as he protectively places an arm around her shoulders to guard her from the other people on the cramped dance floor.
"Where is she?"
"With Renjun. She wouldn't let go of his cheeks. Still, he doesn't seem too annoyed. She isn't too bad yet but if we leave her any longer I don't fancy my ability to carry her home."
"We can help. Where you headed?"
You look up at Jeno as he steps forward, sliding that hand round your waist to pull you in to his side. He smiles at you and shakes his head to move his fringe out of his eyes. Hot and considerate. A promising combination. Still you are cautious - as sweet as these guys seem you're not sure you should be giving out your address. Jaemin seems to sense your hesitation:
"I promise we aren't serial killers, just underpaid office workers", he hands Seora what looks like an ID card for the conglomerate round the corner, "Our flat is round the corner so we don't mind making sure you get home safe. In fact, I think Renjun will insist."
You peer over to where Aerum is now slumped on the table just in time to see Renjun carefully brush her hair out of her face and try to get her to drink a large glass of water. It might have seemed a little forward if she wasn’t pouting and booping him on the nose. A playful squeeze on your hip brings you back to the conversation.
"Sorry, yeah we are only a couple of blocks away. If you don't mind, it would be a great help. She's heavier than she looks."
Ten minutes later your little troupe is making its way down the pavement at a glacial pace. Thankfully the summer is a warm one so it doesn't matter that every five steps Aerum stops to exclaim that Renjun is so pretty she can't go on.
"She certainly seems to like him" Jeno chuckles as he walks painstakingly close beside you. Aerum is ahead, flanked by Renjun and Jaemin who are doing their best to hold her up under her arms, whilst Seora leads the way and coaxes her on with the promise of oat-milk hot chocolate and tteokbeokki. A pied piper of sugar and carbs. You and Jeno had naturally fallen into step behind them, both a little shyer now you were no longer dancing. Your fingers itch to touch him again though. His proximity is intoxicating. Warmth radiates through the thin material of his shirt and the bare skin of his forearms where he's rolled up his sleeves.
"He should watch out, she isn't as cute and innocent as she seems."
"Neither is he."
"What about you?"
"What about me?" Oh Lord help me, he looks like a puppy when he is confused.
"Do I need to be careful around you, Jeno-ssi?"
"Hmm…" he takes the opportunity to grab your hand and interlock his fingers with yours whilst he pretends to mull your question over. The pause is long and you think he isn't going to answer but then he leans over and wisphers conspiratorily in your ear:
"I'm the most dangerous one of all."
You know it's supposed to be sexy, and boy oh boy it is, but you can't help but laugh again. Jeno gives a look of mock outrage before smiling warmly back, eyes crinkling. It’s a smile that makes you forget you are part of this drunken parade and maybe that's what makes you so shameless.
Enough is enough.
Before the lad can even begin to process what is happening you reach up to grab the back of his neck and bring his face to yours. He responds immediately: hands finding your hips as you slide your tongue past his lips into his willing mouth. Jeno moans low as you deepen the kiss, pulling your body in closer to his own. He tastes good, really good, expensive chocolate good. And he seems to know just the right amount of pressure when it comes to biting hungrily at your bottom lip. You murmur with pleasure as you inhale his breath and the summer night air and the sweet satisfaction of being desired. Immediately you want more of this, more of him.
"OH MY GOD THEY ARE KISSING"
Sadly, more is looking unlikely. You pull back reluctantly, holding Jeno’s gaze for a few seconds longer. He's flushed and his eyes are dark, tongue slipping over his bottom lip to taste the remainder of the kiss. He keeps you held against his body, a growing pressure between you exposing his clear reluctance to let you go, even if you are in the middle of the street at some ungodly hour of the morning. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was dangerous. When you can bear to tear your attention away you look over to see Aerum sat on the front steps of your apartment building pointing at you with an accusing finger. You break out of Jeno’s arms as he turns and feigns interest in a nearby tree to hide the beginnings of a semi. Aerum continues to point and stare, grinning like the cat that got the cream. Renjun and Seora have the grace to look sheepishly away, Renjun clearing his throat and Seora attempting to get Aerum to put her arm down. Meanwhile Jaemin is looking at Seora like you've given him ideas.
"Ah, we seem to have arrived."
"So it seems."
Jeno has obviously, ahem, calmed down enough to turn back around without poking someone’s eye out but still he hangs behind you, hand returning on the small of your back, letting you take the conversational lead.
"Right. Well. This is us. Renjun, I don’t suppose you’d help her through the door whilst I, er…"
"Roger that."
You send up a silent prayer of thanks that at least some of them are sober enough to take a hint and watch for a few moments to check they are all okay and managing to open the door. Soera says her goodbye to Jaemin with a look that suggests she also wishes the night wasn't over and then works to extracate Aerum from Renjun. Jaemin then competently helps Renjun support Aerum up over the threshold whilst taking down Seora's digits with the other hand. Assured they are fine and aware you are running out of time you sigh and turn back to the very gorgeous very willing boy next to you:
"Time to take Cinderella to bed before she turns into a pumpkin. I would invite you in but somehow I don't think we'd get the privacy we need."
Jeno brushes his hair out his face and tries to hide his disppointment. He fails, but it is cute that he tries.
"You know, my place really isn't far."
"That's sweet but it's getting late and I don't think tonight is our night. You can have my number though, no pressure but maybe when we are both free… " You tail off, suddenly feeling nervous he won't take you up on the offer.
"If you give me your number you should know I will call."
"Hey, Eonnie - I can't get her up the stairs by myself!" It seems Seora's patience is wearing thin. You quickly take Jeno's outstretched phone and add yourself to his contacts.
"I'm counting on it." and with a quick peck to his dimpled cheek you dash into the house and close the door before you can change your mind.