in which two boys enter a café to meet a short(-tempered) barista.
[MOOMIN CAFÉ]
EDIT: so this was sUPPOSED to be a fluff book, but suddenly a yandere popped into this so--the beginning is mainly fluff...? haha--i'm sORRY.
[the plot is still a mess]...
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ah. jeno blinked groggily when he hesrd some sort of clinking. fuck, i passed out . . . his mind was running a bit slow. what the fuck happe--
he immediately flinched and sat up when he recalled jaemin's snake-like smile. i passed out at the café. that must mean i'm in the hospi . . . tal. he looked down at his arms that weren't lifting up on command.
he was cuffed to the bed.
the clinking sound that woke him up was the cuffs.
the bedsheets smelled too familiar. jeno scooted himself up against the hesdboard.
fresh laundry with a slight hint of floral.
the scent jaemin always carried with him.
how long was i asleep for? fuck, did renjun see jaemin take me? jeno began sweating profusely.
have i been . . . kidnapped? he yanked the cuffs, trying to somewhat loosen or even break it--but it was impossible.
jaemin knew how strong jeno was--and he used that to his advantage.
what the fuck did he give me? his mind was still a bit hazy. did he slip something into the café drink? but i don't think i even drank or ate anything because i was too scared.
jeno let out a distressed sigh. why was he so terrified of his small boyfriend who didn't even work out? jeno could easily defeat jaemin one on one.
but would i be able to hurt jaemin? he clenched his fists, knowing the answer.
no, no he wouldn't.
god fucking dammit. the boy hit the headboard out of frustration. i should have been more careful. i should have made sure renjun was with me.
his posture immediately straightened when he heard the door handle beginning to rattle.
"jeno? was that you?" jaemin's muffled voice was behind the wall. "i heard a loud noise. are you okay?"
how am i supposed to react in this situation? jeno's heart was hammering, a rush of adrenaline running through his body. what am i supposed to do to escape? think jeno. think.
"ah, so you are awake," jaemin's cheerful voice became more clear as the door creaked open, footsteps approaching the bed.
jeno avoided his boyfriend's eyes, not knowing whether to feel disgusted or terrified--maybe both. "what do you want?"
jaemin stared at jeno before letting out a disapointed sigh. "are you hungry? i have your favorite food ready." he sat down on the bed beside jeno, crossing his legs. "well?"
"why are my hands cuffed to the bed?" jeno hesitantly spoke, still not looking his way.
"what do you mean?" jaemin reached a hand out to touch jeno's cheek only to have him flinch away.
