4 III

first order of business was to dress the almighty art nerd up in clothes that showed blind clits and dicks how cute he is; jeno's thoughts, not mine.

"try this one, injunnie!" jeno says, waving a bunch of clothes in the air. renjun just smiled, nodded and grabbed the clothes. this is the shit i do for relationships, i guess... he thought as he proceeded to enter the fitting room.

renjun carefully removed the clothes he had on to avoid damages; by now you could see how delicate his body was, sculpted with slight curves in all the right places and his body wasn't too bulky. it was, according to the smitten 119 agent, "a perfect contrast to my guns."

the boy was staring at himself in the full-body mirror, smiling with some sort of pride as he internally praised himself for how well-kept his figure was despite not doing any sort of hardcore physical activity. "renjun-ah, done staring at your godly looks or what?" jeno asked from the outside, resulting in renjun turning a few shades redder than the shirt he took off a minute ago.

jeno decided to peek in, causing the older one to yelp out in shock. "yAH, GET OUT!" renjun demanded, trying to cover his torso with his small arms. jeno giggled in an effort to avoid lip-biting and proceeded to feign innocence as he handed the new set of clothes to renjun.

it took a minute that turned into 5 minutes and renjun was having a silent war of his own. jeno decided it would be perfect if he dressed renjun up in a sleek black outfit that had chains in all the right areas of the clothes.

to say renjun looked like a struggling edge-boy was an understatement because this boy was really struggling with all the chains and the fishnet piece that accompanied it. "damn it!" he hissed, alerting jeno. "what's wrong?" "the goddamn chains!"

renjun had managed to trap his hand into one of the hoops attached to the pants, making him sigh. "jeno?" he calls out, evidently done and humiliated by what was happening. "yeah?" "c-can you help me out?"

he heard a few soft clicks and the door slowly swung itself open, revealing an oddly cute and highkey stupid sight. "how'd you get that in there, baby?" "stop calling me baby and just help me~!"

obviously, the chained and edgy outfit was a no-no. the boys were once again looking around the store for what jeno would proclaim as an outfit made for huang renjun and huang renjun only.

next step was the event itself. jeno had decided to fetch his "client" and head to the party with him. "hot motherfucking damn, boy." he comments, a small smirk on his face when he was greeted by renjun who, to say the least, looked like a fallen angel.

it was like this boy was meant to fucking rip off the last bit of innocence from jeno and go full-on bad bitch on him. "what? i-is it too much?" renjun asks after jeno just stood there, staring at him like a scanner.

"nah, you're fucking hot; i'd fuck. 10/10 wouldn't recommend to anybody else."