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Jeno sprinted through the hallways, his bag slung haphazardly over one shoulder as he barely made it into his classroom before the bell rang. He skidded into his seat, chest heaving, hair tousled, and tie barely clinging to his neck. His fingers trembled slightly from the rush—not from running, but from something else entirely.
The memory of Renjun’s lips against his was still fresh, seared into his mind like an addictive warmth he never wanted to let go of. The lingering scent of Renjun’s shampoo clung to him, and when he licked his lips absentmindedly, he could still taste that familiar strawberry lip balm.
He slumped into his chair with a quiet exhale, mentally berating himself. They had been so close to getting caught—twice—but the thrill of secrecy had only made it more intoxicating. The way Renjun had giggled between their kisses, breathless and clinging to Jeno’s uniform shirt like he never wanted to let go, their blazers left forgotten on the ground, had made every risk worth it.
Or, at least, that’s what Jeno had thought.
Because when he finally looked up, he realized every single one of his friends was staring at him.
Donghyuck sat across the aisle, arms folded over his chest, expression unreadable except for the slight twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips. Jaemin was biting his knuckles, shoulders shaking with poorly suppressed laughter. Mark, ever the innocent one, just looked deeply confused, as if he knew something was up but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Jeno blinked at them, his mind still lagging a few seconds behind.
“…What?”
Donghyuck sighed like he was dealing with a particularly dense child. “Dude… can you be less obvious?”
Jeno frowned. “Obvious about what?”
Donghyuck didn’t say anything—just pointed at Jeno’s chest.
Jeno followed his gaze downward.
And then he froze.
His blazer was too tight—he had noticed that much when he’d thrown it on in a rush. He had been so distracted, fingers still tingling from tracing the shape of Renjun’s jaw, that he hadn’t paid much attention to the buttons feeling snug against his frame. But now, he saw the real problem.
His name tag.
Huang Renjun.
Oh.
Oh.
Jeno felt all the blood drain from his face.
His brain short-circuited. It took two seconds for the realization to hit him like a freight train. He had been in such a hurry—so desperate to get back to class in time—that he must have grabbed the wrong blazer.
Which meant—
A sudden chorus of high-pitched squeals erupted from the classroom next door.
Jeno shut his eyes.
Renjun.
Renjun was wearing his blazer.
In another classroom.
With his name tag.
Donghyuck snorted. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Jaemin lost it, finally giving up on containing his laughter as he doubled over, clutching his stomach. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing for you.”
Jeno let out a strangled groan, gripping his temples. “Maybe they won’t put it together…”
Mark blinked. “Jeno. Renjun is wearing your jacket right now. With your name tag. In a class full of people who have been suspicious of you two for months.”
Another loud shriek from the next room. Someone—probably Chenle—howled, “RENJUN, ARE YOU SERIOUS?! YOU'RE LITERALLY WEARING JENO’S UNIFORM?!”
Jeno wanted to disappear.
Jaemin was already typing furiously on his phone, and within seconds, Jeno felt his own phone buzz. He knew who it was before even looking.
Renjun: we’re so screwed.
Jeno squeezed his eyes shut.
Jeno: yeah no kidding.
Jaemin’s smirk widened as he looked up from his phone. “Oh, yeah, Renjun’s totally screwed. In fact, let me just…”
Jeno lunged for Jaemin’s phone, but the latter was too fast, yanking it away and cackling as he continued typing.
“What did you just text him?” Jeno groaned, ready to slam his forehead onto his desk.
Jaemin just smiled. “Oh, nothing. Just letting him know that we can hear everything.”
Another round of squeals echoed from the other room, and Jeno knew. He just knew that Renjun was sitting there with his face buried in his hands, dying of secondhand embarrassment.
His phone buzzed again.
Renjun: i hate u i hate u i hate u
Jeno: love u too <3
The sound of a chair scraping violently across the floor came from the next room, followed by Chenle’s wheezing laughter. Jeno could somewhat hear Jisung trying to tell Chenle to calm down.
Jaemin collapsed against the desk, face buried in his arms as he shook with laughter. “I can’t believe this is how you guys got caught. Months of sneaking around, dodging questions, lying to our faces—and then this.”
Mark, still blinking in confusion, looked back and forth between them. “Wait, so… you guys were actually seriously dating this whole time?”
Donghyuck rolled his eyes. “Mark, look at him.” He gestured at Jeno, who was still wearing Renjun’s blazer, looking like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. “Does this look like the face of a man who has NOT been shoving his tongue down Renjun’s throat every chance he gets?”
Jeno groaned, dropping his head onto the desk. “Can we not talk about my tongue, please?”
Jaemin snickered. “Oh? You mean the tongue you used to—”
Jeno threw his eraser at him.
It was pure chaos for the next several minutes, with Donghyuck firing off increasingly embarrassing questions, Jaemin teasing him to death, and Mark still trying to catch up. Meanwhile, Jeno’s phone kept buzzing with messages from Renjun, ranging from “I hate you” to “I am never speaking to you again” to “Chenle took a photo of me in your uniform. We are actually going to die.”
Eventually, the teacher walked in, forcing everyone to settle down. But Jeno could still hear the occasional giggles from the next classroom, along with a very exasperated Renjun trying to shut them up.
And when lunch finally rolled around, the door to their classroom slammed open and Renjun stormed up to Jeno’s desk, arms crossed and Jeno’s oversized blazer drowning him.
Jeno, still sitting, looked up at him and grinned. “Hey, babe.”
Renjun kicked his shin.
Jaemin and Donghyuck howled with laughter, and even Mark shook his head, chuckling under his breath.
Renjun huffed, grabbing Jeno’s wrist and dragging him toward the door. “We’re swapping back. Now. And you’re buying me lunch.”
Jeno just laughed, easily letting himself be pulled along.
And as they left the room—Renjun still wearing his blazer, Jeno still grinning like a fool—everyone else watched them go, their suspicions finally confirmed.
Well. The cat was out of the bag.
But at least now, they didn’t have to hide.