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Jeno did not consider himself a weak man.
He trained for hours every day, endured intense schedules without complaint, and had built a reputation among the members for being dependable, composed, and steady even in the most chaotic situations.
He had self-control. Excellent self-control.
Or at least he used to.
Before Renjun started wearing those pants.
It had begun innocently enough—a new stage outfit, tailored perfectly to match the concept. Sleek black trousers that hugged Renjun’s waist just right, the fabric tapering along his hips in a way that made the stylists visibly pleased with themselves.
Jeno noticed, of course. He always noticed Renjun, but noticing was one thing.
Developing a full-blown staring problem was another.
Because when Renjun turned around to check his reflection in the mirror, Jeno suddenly forgot what he had been doing entirely.
The cut of the pants was criminal. There was no other word for it.
They fit Renjun perfectly—emphasizing the curve of his waist, the elegant line of his hips, and—
Jeno looked away immediately.
He was better than this. He had discipline. He was strong. He was not going to spend the entire day distracted by his boyfriend’s—
“Jeno.”
He blinked.
Renjun was looking at him through the mirror, one eyebrow slightly raised.
“Do these look okay?”
Jeno cleared his throat.
“Yes,” he said, perhaps a little too quickly. “They look really good.”
Renjun’s lips curved slowly, the faintest hint of amusement softening his expression.
“Really good?”
Jeno felt heat creep up the back of his neck.
“Yes.”
Renjun turned fully then, walking closer. With slow, casual steps that made Jeno suddenly very aware of how small the styling room felt.
“How good?” Renjun asked lightly.
Jeno blinked.
“Don’t tease me…” he muttered under his breath.
Renjun just smiled wider, clearly pleased with himself.
“Okay,” he said, satisfied, before turning back toward the stylist, leaving Jeno standing there wondering when exactly Renjun had started flirting this boldly in public.
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The real problem began during rehearsals.
Renjun had always enjoyed playing to the camera. He knew how to find the lens effortlessly, adding small touches of personality to every performance—subtle gestures, tiny expressions, movements that felt spontaneous but were always perfectly timed.
Today, however, Renjun seemed particularly playful.
Every time the camera moved, he seemed to follow it instinctively, spinning lightly or shifting his weight with an exaggerated hint of drama that made the staff laugh.
At one point, as the music paused between takes, Renjun did a small joking hip sway toward the camera, laughing softly as the choreographer teased him for being extra.
Jeno, unfortunately, was standing directly behind him. He had never been more aware of choreography in his life.
Renjun glanced back briefly. Just briefly, but long enough to catch Jeno already looking.
Their eyes met for half a second.
Renjun’s lips pressed together, holding back a smile.
Jeno looked away so quickly he nearly gave himself whiplash.
He heard Renjun laugh quietly under his breath.
This was sabotage.
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During a short break, the members gathered near the mirrors, catching their breath and checking notes for adjustments.
Renjun leaned beside Jeno, close enough that their shoulders brushed.
“You’re very focused today,” Renjun murmured.
“I’m always focused,” Jeno replied, refusing to look at him.
Renjun tilted his head.
“Mm,” he hummed softly. “Focused on the choreography?”
Jeno finally glanced at him.
Renjun looked completely innocent.
Jeno narrowed his eyes slightly.
Renjun leaned a little closer, lowering his voice just enough that only Jeno could hear.
“You keep standing behind me,” he said.
“That’s literally the formation,” Jeno replied.
Renjun’s smile widened, “Convenient formation.”
Jeno exhaled slowly through his nose.
Renjun bumped their shoulders together lightly before straightening, humming to himself like he hadn’t just caused Jeno emotional distress on purpose.
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Later, during filming, the teasing only got worse.
Between takes, Renjun wandered near one of the cameras, testing the lighting angles while the staff adjusted settings.
When he noticed the lens was already recording, he did a playful little turn, laughing as he exaggerated the movement just enough to make the moment look spontaneous.
At the very end of the spin, he added the tiniest playful shake. It was barely noticeable, gone almost instantly.
Except Jeno noticed. Because of course he did.
He was starting to think Renjun did this just to see how long Jeno could maintain eye contact before failing.
Not long, apparently.
Renjun caught him staring again.
This time, instead of pretending not to notice, Renjun held his gaze for a second longer than necessary.
His expression softened, teasing melting into something gentler.
He mouthed something silently.
Cute.
Jeno’s brain stopped functioning.
Completely.
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Donghyuck noticed immediately.
“You okay?” he asked, nudging Jeno’s arm.
Jeno blinked slowly.
“Yes.”
“You look like your soul just left your body.”
“I’m fine.”
Donghyuck followed Jeno’s line of sight.
Renjun was talking with the stylist, nodding politely while adjusting the waistband of those very distracting pants.
Donghyuck snorted.
“Oh,” he said knowingly.
Jeno groaned softly.
“Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re thinking something.”
“I’m thinking a lot of things.”
“Please don’t say any of them.”
Donghyuck grinned.
“Wow,” he said. “Love really is beautiful.”
Jeno pretended not to hear him.
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After filming wrapped, the group slowly made their way toward the van, exhaustion settling in as the adrenaline of performing faded.
Renjun fell into step beside Jeno naturally, their hands brushing briefly as they walked.
It was such a small touch, but intentional.
Jeno glanced down.
Renjun’s fingers nudged his slightly, just enough to hook their pinkies together for half a second before letting go.
No one else noticed.
Renjun kept his gaze forward, expression calm, as if nothing had happened.
“You did well today,” Renjun said quietly.
“You too.”
Renjun smiled softly.
“You kept staring,” he added under his breath.
Jeno almost tripped.
“I did not.”
“You did,” Renjun said lightly. “It’s okay.”
He paused, then leaned just slightly closer.
“I liked it.”
Jeno’s heart did something extremely inconvenient in his chest.
“You’re impossible,” Jeno muttered.
Renjun laughed softly, the sound warm and affectionate.
As they reached the van, Renjun adjusted the strap of his bag, shifting slightly closer again. Just before climbing inside, he leaned near Jeno’s shoulder and whispered quietly, “You should see the next outfit.”
Jeno stared at the back of his head in disbelief.
Renjun simply walked inside, completely unbothered.
Jeno followed, already resigned to the fact that his self-control never stood a chance in the first place.
Especially not when Renjun clearly knew exactly what he was doing and flirted with him anyway.