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018

"hyung, someone called you." a tall, low-vocaled boy knocked on the wooden door. "hyung?"

there was silence that greeted him,
before a slight creak was heard.

"hm?" renjun's head popped out of the room, a look of distraction on his face. his exhausted eyes trailed to his phone in jisung's hands. "who?"

"i don't know who they were--they didn't say anything." jisung tossed renjun the phone with a shrug. "i'm gonna go play games now." he waved the elder off and glued his eyes to his own phone, tapping furiously at the screen.

renjun gave a look of disapproval before staring at the screen, his tired eyes suddenly growing wide.

1 missed call from JENO.

jeno.

jeno.

jeno.

"holy fuck." renjun held his breath, dialing the boy's number again.

and again.

and again.

he's alive. holy shit, he's alive.

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jaemin's eyes narrowed at the sound of jeno's phone vibrating. he glanced back at the bathroom, hearing the faint sounds of jeno in the shower.

the boy leaned his head back, sighing with a sort of pride before sliding onto the bed and grabbing jeno's phone.

oh? so this is his new number. jaemin smiled, staring at the screen. renjun.

he swiped the screen, tapping in jeno's password before blocking the number.

jeno was his.

jaemin smiled smugly, slumping down on the bed. jeno is all mine. he heard the faint noise of the door opening, seeing jeno walk out a bit anxiously.

"jaemin?"

"hm?" jaemin smiled brightly, not an ounce of suspicion or guilt on his face. "is something up?"

"ah..." jeno paused, brushing his wet hair to the side. "thank you," he murmured quietly. "for...dealing with me."

jaemin let out a small chuckle. "babe, it's alright--i seriously don't mind. you couldn't control anything, okay?"

jeno just stood there for a while, feeling his nose itch and his eyes swell with tears. he felt absolutely guilty and responsible for making his boufriend go through this.

jaemin was the sweetest person he knew--he didn't deserve to be treated like this.

"hey, hey, don't cry." jaemin hurriedly stood up and grabbed jeno's shoulders. "it's going to be alright, okay?"

jeno couldn't do anything but continue sobbing at his words, letting jaemin embrace him. "i'm sorry...i'm sorry...i'm sorry--" he kept repeating it over and over again, his voice muffling as jaemin held him tight.

"shh, it's okay, jeno. it's okay..." jaemin stroked his boyfriend's back that was still damp from the shower, comforting him sweetly. "you'll be okay, i'm right here. everything's going to be okay. i'll protect you from your thoughts."

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"The number you have dialed is currently not availa--"

"fuck," renjun swore under his breath, frustration prickling his disturbed face. "why can't i call him--i was so close--i was so fucking close--"

he couldn't do anything.

he had already filed a missing person report for jeno--everyone was looking for him and jaemin.

there was no way jaemin would get away with this--there was just no way...

"shit." renjun bit his lip, throwing his phone across his bedroom in frustration. he paced around the room, his hands shaky from what had just occurred.

jeno was gone.

there was no way of tracing him. he had already tried everything with the help of outside forces--still, nothing came up.

it was as if jaemin had planned this out perfectly for years.

renjun let out a distressed laugh. you won't get away with this. i'll find you eventually.

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a/n: YAYY AFTER LIKE A WHOLE YEAR. WELL, THAT SUMS IT UP.

WILL THERE BE A SEQUEL?? ..MAYBE WE'LL SEE I DON'T KNOW YET.

BUT THANK YOU GUYS FOR STICKING WITH ME THROUGH THIS ALL AND MY WACKY UPDATES.

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AA THIS IS THE END OF MOOMIN CAFÉ :')

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