Sexual Tension | NCT Dream

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Jaemin is one of the most perfect boys out there and most likely the whole world.

He's sweet, kind, pretty, generous, and overall every girl (and guys) usual type. He can switch from being all cute and lovely to hot and sexy, though he rarely shows that. There was also him being really flirty and confident. Fans and the members themselves know how flirty the young male can be, despite being the fourth to the youngest in the group, his overall sweet alluring presence manages to weave itself into the members' heart.

His confident side is another story. He has a way of not being flustered or embarrassing with whatever embarrassing thing he has done. Everyone admires him for that. Though sometimes it can get very overwhelming, especially to people who like to have their own space much like Jisung.

Anyways, back to the main character of this chapter, the said beauty had finally awoken from his deep sleep by Renjun who continuously banged on his door, yelling something about being hungry and a constant mention of his name in a mix of korean and mandarin. He buries his face in the comfort of his pillow, and though it does it's justice of muffling the noise, it still disturbed him a bit.

He hears Jisung above him groan and with muffle words groan for the older to answer already. "Hyung just answer him already."

He sighs in defeat, and opens his eyes. Ah, his most hated part of the day, making eye contact with the early rays of this sun. It was blinding, almost painful if his eyes hadn't produced water to comfort the ache. The now pink-haired peeled himself out of the duvet that had decided to stick to his body, rubbing his eyes in the process before proceeding to open the door to the angry male outside. 

"Finally, why the fuck does it take you like 10 minutes to get up?" Renjun scoffs, he open his eyes after his scolding only for his breath to get stuck in his throat. Na Jaemin was beautiful, yada yada, everyone knows that, but in the mornings he was extra ethereal and he, Jeno and Jisung get the luxury to see it every day.

Jaemin's hair, which is usually styled by their stylist was messed up from the static it had created with his head pillow. His body was enclosed by a throw on hoodie and sweatpants, crumpled from moving in his sleep to much, his eyes were tired and were trying to wake themself up.

"Why did you wake me up?"Jaemin raises an eyebrow, not realising he had internally hurt Renjun with the action. 

Holy, fuck. When did he get this handsome that it affects me? but I mean, imagine bouncing on that dic-- No! Stop!

"H-hungry.." His eyes were trained on the floorboards, biting his lips to avoid himself from spouting out any nonsense. 

Jaemin sighs, "You woke Jisung up because of it." still slightly sleep, his reached his hand forward and gripped tightly on to the shorter's hand. 

No shit Na Jaemin. Are you trying to make me loose? Though I will admit, his hand feels really nice.

Jaemin feigned ignorance, continuing on his journey to the kitchen, hand in hand with a blushing mess of Huang Renjun.