"Little prince, you have a guest." Smithers announces as he glances over to Jaemin behind him.
The brunet boy, peacefully laying on the sun lounge, perks up from what the old man said behind him. He takes off his sunglasses and places down his magazine.
Once he sits up with his right knee bent up, he turns over to see Jaemin standing there. "Oh? Na Jaemin, what brings you here?" He asks.
Although the younger boy seems to be confused with his presence at his house as well, there's a hidden amusement in his tone that Jaemin didn't miss.
Quickly scanning the younger boy– for sanity and observation purposes, duh– Jaemin feels lucky enough that Jeno was fully clothed right now.
The boy was wearing white basketball shorts and a t-shirt. "I'm here to inform you about the projects." Jaemin said.
"Projects? Last time I checked, you didn't want me to be around you anymore." Jeno raises a brow with a small scoff escaping his lips.
Jaemin felt embarrassed and awkward, especially with Smithers glancing at him.
He clears his throat and says, "Look, I'll explain that later," mindlessly biting his lip.
Jeno's eyes didn't fail to glance at it, and his own lips are itching to form a grin. He hums and looks back up to meet Jaemin's gaze.
"Follow me to my room, please." He said, standing up as he picks up his phone.
"What?" Jaemin was taken aback, "what for?" Now getting skeptical about Jeno's intentions.
He knew the younger boy wouldn't understand his intentions right away, how could he? He's Lee Jeno after all.
"What else? I want to hear more of what you have to say about it and the project." Jeno said, already walking pass him.
"Besides, don't you want privacy?" He pauses on his steps to look over to Jaemin who furrows his eyebrows.
The blond haired boy hesitantly nods, and Jeno already took that as a yes, so he looks at Smithers and gives him a knowing look.
The old man immediately understood, "I'll be in the garden, little prince." Bowing down a little before heading off.
Once he left, Jeno leads Jaemin– who had no other choice but to follow– back inside the house and up to his bedroom.
When they arrived with the door closed, Jeno sits on his bed while Jaemin hesitates to sit on the couch for a hot second.
"So, tell me." The brunet boy drawls, leaning back with his hands behind him to support his weight.
"There's nothing special about it, I just came here to tell you that we should work on our projects soon enough, especially the recent one which is due next week." Jaemin rambles.
"And why did you think you needed to tell me this? I already know about it," Jeno snorts, tilting his head to the side.
The older boy clicks his tongue, "because, you don't cooperate and take things seriously." He emphasizes like it was obvious.
He's not sure if Jeno's aware of his behavior or not, but he likes to think the younger boy does.
"And who's fault is that?" Jeno bites.
"Excuse me?"
"Don't you remember? You were the one who didn't want to do this project with me, you didn't want to cooperate with me. You basically told me to stay away." Jeno snaps.
The blond haired boy clicks his tongue and looks away, "and I meant it."
"Then why even bother telling me this if you don't want to work with me?"
"Because your behavior is ridiculous." Jaemin looks back to him with glaring eyes. "You always flirt, always trying to seduce me and hoping I could fuck you anytime soon."
A moment of silence before Jaemin hears, "Is that it?" Jeno said with a sarcastic chuckle.
Oh, the audacity.
The older boy groans, "no, there's much more." He replies, "but all I want to get from this is good grades. Not anything about you."
"Why? it's not like you're failing." The brunet boy said, quite amused. "You're acting like you're part of a certain clique–"
"I'm not!" Jaemin exclaims, frustrated with the younger boy. "I'm not part of any cliques. But I just want to pass this given project, be it with an average score or something."
The brunet boy rolls his eyes in return, "Then do it yourself. Didn't you want to do the same thing with the journal one?"
"For fucks sakes! Can you just make this easier for me? I already said I didn't want to do this, but for the sake of my grades, I'm reluctantly working with you." Jaemin snaps.
Jeno ponders in thought after listening to what Jaemin had to say. "Easier?" A chuckle escapes his lips, "I am making this easier for you, love."
Jaemin cringes at the name he was given, shrugging it off when the younger boy continues. "I've staying away from you as much as I can since that moment I locked us in."
"You were there when Alissa was–" Jaemin tries to bring up but fails to do so as Jeno cuts him off.
"Alissa is as bad as me." The brunet boy sternly said, now pushing himself to stand up from his bed.
He takes a few steps near where Jaemin sat and scoffs when the latter responds, "bad as you?" A mixture of doubtfulness and a little curious.
"Believe it or not, babe. Alissa could've ruin your whole life if I didn't come over to your table." Jeno said, eyebrows knitted together, almost like he's angry at someone.
"I saved your damn dick and even your friends too, you're welcome." He sarcastically smiles, head tilted to the side while he crosses his arms.
When he sees nothing but Jaemin's confused face, he waves him off. "Don't think about it, just be grateful you don't have to be associated with her any time soon."
"I would be more grateful if we just finish this project soon." Jaemin said after a beat.
Jeno hums, "and which house are we doing this?" He asks before adding, "if I can."
The blond haired boy rolls his eyes, "here, at yours. You're never going to mine."
The younger boy laughs in amusement and walks closer to where Jaemin sat, he stops right in front of him and runs a hand through his blond hair.
"You're really something, Na Jaemin." He coos and giggles when the said boy roughly pulls his hand away.
He glances down at Jaemin's hold around his wrist and grins, "but fine, I'll do this project with you." He emphasizes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jaemin couldn't help but blurt out.
Humming, Jeno leans down to match Jaemin's eye level and smirks. "You said all you wanted to get from this is good grades, not anything about me."