notes // jjh + kdy

☾ 4am essays & gta

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jjh
lee soo man high school
2:34 pm
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it was fourth period, math; jung jaehyun's least favourite subject. mr. kim was rattling off about equations that jaehyun was certain he would not remember later (not that he could even remember them now). he had stayed up until four am the night before writing his english essay for miss min's class, his eyelids grew heavy, mr. kim's lesson was becoming more and more irrelevant. it would be so easy to just close his eyes... he was having a much easier time convincing himself that a little nap wouldn't hurt.

it barely felt like five minutes when jaehyun felt someone shake him.

"mr. jung jaehyun! jung jaehyun!" he heard his name being called. "wake up!"

"ah! oh. mr. kim... i'm sorry, i-"

"no excuses," mr. kim said, "get out of my class. and don't let me catch you sleeping again." jaehyun nodded, and rushed to grab his things.

as he was about to leave, he noticed a slip of paper, torn from a notebook. it wasn't much, and he probably wouldn't have noticed it. but he did. scrawled in cute, thin writing was a short message.

you shouldn't sleep in class tsk (ps. you look cute sleeping)

it wasn't signed. he had no idea who could've sent this incredible cute note or if it was even meant for him. but he didn't have time to think as the second bell rang, warning him that he'd be late. he hoped the note was for him.

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jjh, lty, nyt
jung residence
4:02 pm
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"what's so special about it?" lee taeyong asked, sprawling out on jaehyun's bed. it was 4:00, and the trio were camped out in jaehyun's bedroom as per usual, a bag of ships and couple of sodas between them. jaehyun was inspecting his mysterious note for nth time that afternoon, taeyong was playing gta, and yuta was at his usual perch at jaehyun's window.

jaehyun waved him off, "obviously someone's in love with me!"

"you said so yourself, you don't even know if it's for you." taeyong said, making himself way too comfortable for a guest, for a "misophopic" boy, taeyong had no problem getting jaehyun's sheets dirty with his cheese-covered fingers.

jaehyun scoffed, "it fell out of my notebook,"

"i thought you picked it up off the floor?" yuta asked, chewing on jaehyun's secret candy stash. he was pretty sure that yuta only liked to hang out with them because he lived next door to hansol. ji hansol was the object of yuta's weird crush. judging by yuta's undivided attention to his neighbour's front door, he was probably right. he didn't get it, hansol was so quiet but yuta insisted he had a hidden side to him.

"well yeah, but it probably fell out when i picked up my notebook." jaehyun argued,

"yeah. probably." taeyong said absentmindedly, as the screen in front of him flashed WASTED.

"whatever." jaehyun said, but he knew that it probably wasn't for him. but a guy could hope right?

"HE'S HERE." the japanese boy screamed, dropping jaehyun's bowl of candy. taeyong didn't even bother glancing over. neither did jaehyun, who was folding the note neatly to tuck into his desk drawer. the two ignored yuta as he ran out of jaehyun's bedroom.

"hey, pass me the other controller, let's play mario kart." jaehyun told taeyong who tossed jaehyun the spare controller. jaehyun situated himself on the floor beside the bed, grabbing hold of a large cheetos bag (flamin' hot).

"where did yuta go?"

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—author's note(s)
hello! since this is my very first fanfiction i thought i would give a small introduction.
hi, my name is ezra.
my ult. is oh motherfucking sehun, and i'm always a slut for pastels.
you can find me on:
tumblr: @sehoun
twitter: @1chenle
feel free to leave me a message or some feedback!
& thank you for reading
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