Word count: 8300+
Content warnings: Breathplay, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol.
Synopsis: Key is the hot DJ playing at the local club and Taemin is the fan who wants to get in his pants. Smut with a bit of plot, and perhaps a dash of angst.
Taemin didn’t hear Jonghyun when he entered the room behind him, didn’t notice the older student until he leaned over Taemin’s desk and snapped his fingers in front of the junior’s eyes to get his attention.
“Jesus!” Taemin snapped, his reflexes shooting his rolling chair back, narrowly missing Jonghyun’s toes as he ripped off his headphones. “Warn a guy!”
“How am I supposed to warn you when you won’t answer your phone and you’re playing–” Jonghyun grabbed one side of the headphones and bent down to listen for a second “–Lady Gaga at approximately one million decibels?”
Taemin sighed. “What is it?”
“What is what?”
“What do you want, Jonghyun?” Taemin had no time for this. He just wanted Jonghyun to get to the point.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, I’m gonna go to Velocity tonight and I want you to come with.” Jonghyun picked up a translucent lime green pen from Taemin’s desk and rolled it between his fingers. Taemin slapped it out of his hand and rolled his chair back to his desk. “I don’t have time,” he said, and put his headphones back on.
Jonghyun pulled the headphone jack out of his laptop. Donatella blared into the dorm room, and Taemin frantically muted the song.
“What the fuck?” he said, turning in his chair to face the senior.
“Why don’t you have time?” Jonghyun folded his arms across his chest.
“Because I have this physics exam!” Taemin gestured at the open textbook on his desk, all the pages dogeared from his constant stimming with the corners as he studied.
“Dude, it’s in like three days,” Jonghyun shrugged.
“Hence the studying!” Taemin jabbed at the textbook with one emphatic forefinger.
“No, hence you have plenty of time and hence you need to come to the club with me and dance your stress away.” Jonghyun slammed the textbook shut, almost pinching Taemin’s finger as the younger student jerked it away.
“That sentence doesn’t even make grammatical sense,” Taemin grumbled. “And I’m not coming.”
“Whyyyyyyyyy,” Jonghyun whined.
“Because I’m too old to be club trash,” Taemin said.
“Please.” Jonghyun rolled his eyes. “You turned 21 like three months ago. If you’re too old, what am I?”
“Embarrassing?” Taemin ducked to avoid Jonghyun’s swat.