Renjun woke up with a hammering head. He must've forgot to hold his liquor last night because he wanted to release some steam and forget even just for a bit. It's not like he isn't used with the night life— he just felt like it isn't something that he'd want to be in all the time, the drunk smiles and talks has never worked its wonders on him, he just thinks its absurd to meet someone drunk and act like nothing happened in the morning.

Besties to strangers. Just like that. He shook his head trying to get himself to focus, and when his eyes finally settled in, the white sheets and clean room didn't seem familiar at all.

Panic ran over his veins, touching his whole body to see if he's fully clothed, a sleepy voice welcomed his ears.

"Tinkerbell, stop squirming, you're making my headache worse" Jaemin propped his head above the pillow, eyes lazily opens and close, adjusting to the light.

"What have you done to me?" Renjun shouted, pushing Jaemin out of his sight. Making the taller male fall on his midsized bed, he got a better view on his surroundings. The room looked bigger that he first thought it was, plus it was neat, which is very unexpected for a low maintenance looking Na Jaemin. The room's color revolved around blue, grey and white. It also smells like vanilla, which probably came from a candle found on his desk near his bed.

"What the fu—" a muffled curse was heard from the taller male, still sleepy, he sat down from the floor and stared at Renjun with a deadpanned expression.

"What was the fucking kick for?" He asked, annoyed.

"What the hell am I doing here? And why are you— are you—that!" He stuttered, pointing at Jaemin's naked upper body.

"Why am I what?" He boredly asked, following Renjun's finger, his mouth formed an "o", "Oh. This," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I was used to sleeping with little to no clothes on, be thankful I was wearing my shorts,"

Suddenly thinking of a naked Jaemin made his stomach churn and cheeks flush, so Renjun stood up as fast as he can, eyesight blacking out because of the sudden movement, "You're insufferable, Jaemin Na" he said while gritting his teeth.

After gathering his things, he saw Jaemin watching him, still on the floor but his arms are placed atop the bed while lazily eyeing his movements. Suddenly cautious of how he looks, Renjun turned his back after flipping him off. He was still able to hear the muffled chuckle of the taller man when he closed the door behind him.

"Asshole," he whispered, smiling at the silliness of the situation.

The whole day went normal after he got home. Ignoring the malicious stares of his roommates who looks too eager to ask where he spent the night, the rest of the day was as dull and as boring as the others. Jaemin never sent him a text the entire day—which disappointed him a bit without knowing exactly why. Feeling unsettled, he ended up skipping his last subject to paint.

Painting has helped him with his thoughts. It calms him so he does it a lot when he feels lost and bothered. He started the sketch with a person with thick brows, imagining a muse is much harder than actually having a reference right in front of you but since it is quiet and the classes are still on-going, this will have to make do.

The hair was messy, just because. He made the jaw sharp, because he thought it would be a good fit, absentmindedly sketching whatever came to his mind, he finished his drawing.

"Skipping classes to draw your boyfriend, huh?" A voice came from his back.

Startled, Renjun dropped his pencil, causing the other person to pick it up, "Jeno?"

"Does this mean you're skipping your classes too?" Renjun found the strength to reply.

"Do you think I'm as lazy as you? I'm the president of the student council, it is my job to do some rounds to check for people like you." He replied with furrowed brows.

"People like me— hey! That's rude! And what boyfriend, I'm just drawing—" he pointed at his paper but he saw his drawing and it looks exactly like the Jaemin he saw this morning, sleepy and handsome.

"I—, I mean I—" he stuttered, not knowing the right words to say.

Jeno chuckled without humor, "Lets see how long it would take for Jaemin to drop you off like one of his toys," dropping Renjun's pencil on the ground, Jeno then turned around to walk away, leaving the shorter behind.