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Chenle and Jisung took the day off of school after that. They would usually do this when one or the other wasn't feeling well, or was 'emotionally unstable.' It only happed once or twice a month to avoid suspicion. However, it hadn't happened for years due to Jisung moving away. He and Chenle had settled right back and left off where they had before. However, the others hadn't.


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"Jeno-yah! Where is Jisungie?" Jaemin nagged at Jeno when Jisung didn't turn up after lunch. Jeno shrugged. "Maybe be ran away from you." This sent Jaemin into a panic. "H-he did? Why? What did I do wrong?" 


"Calm down, Jaems. It was just a joke." Jeno said. Renjun glanced over at Jaemin. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Renjun raised an eyebrow and took it out below his desk. Chenle? Why's he  texting me in the middle of class?  "Oh my god..." Renjun said under his breath. Jeno and Jaemin scooted closer to Renjun and peered over his shoulder. 


"Jisungie and Chenle?!" Jaemin exclaimed. The teacher scolded him and sat him down. Jaemin muttered an apology, and lowered his head. Jaemin was bristling in anger. How could his Jisung just leave the school like that on his first day back? What if he got kidnapped? What if Chenle was being a bad influence? Was Jisung the bad influence? What has America taught him!


Jaemin's head was racing with worry for his junior. He kept tapping his feet; it disturbed the entire class. He got out his phone and started texting Jisung. 



Jisungie 💕

Jisung!


Jisung!


Jisung!


Where are you?


I'm worried sick.

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JISUNG-AH! 


DID YOU JUST  LEAVE ME ON R E A D??


this isn't jisung

this is  chenle

i have his phone.

don't bother him

he's not feeling well


But YOURE allowed to be with him?


i'm his best friend


Then what am I?


his mom


THATS MORE IMPORTANT 

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Jaemin huffed and slumped in his seat. What does Chenle have that he doesn't? Can't Jisung see that he cares for him the most? "Ugh! What can I do to earn his affection!" Jaemin groaned. The classroom turned to look at Jaemin. The teacher even piqued her interest. Jeno and Renjun glared at Jaemin. I said that out loud, didn't I?  



Chenle sighed and put Jisung's phone away in his bag. The younger boy was fast asleep in his bed. Chenle and Jisung had headed off to Jisung's house. Jisung showed Chenle around the house before flopping down on his bed. Chenle had hummed a tune while Jisung was asleep. 


He saw Jisung beginning to stir. The first thing Jisung did when he woke up was ask Chenle, "Did Jaemin-hyung call?" Chenle snorted. "All you care about is your  Jaemin-hyung. Did you forget why we skipped school?" 


Jisung sulked and rubbed his eyes. "That's not fair..." He muttered. Chenle whacked him with a nearby pillow. "Jeez, 'Sung, you just got back. Act a little happier to see us."


The younger boy frowned. "I am happy." Jisung looked confused. Was he not happy? He looked around, but he was soon only fixed on Chenle's gaze. He felt uncomfortable. A thought popped up in Jisung's head. "Change of topic! Jaemin-hyung is an introvert now...? He used to be so social." Chenle raised a brow at the question.


"That's correct." Chenle sighed. "He just fell into a pit of despair when you left. He has trust issues, and refuses to let anyone else into his life." Chenle said, twirling the hem of his pillow sheet. Jisung felt a tug at his heart. He had caused Jaemin's unhappiness over the years.


He heard his phone ring and looked at the time. "Oh, they should be getting out of school by now." Jaemin was calling him. He had four missed calls. "Chenle! He called me four times! Why didn't you wake me up?" Chenle grunted in annoyance. He deleted the messages between him and Jaemin to make sure Jisung didn't worry. But he forgot to delete the call history. Chenle laughed sheepishly. "Sorry 'Sungie..." 





a/n: i haven't updated in forever. this chapter was pretty short. thank you for being patient 。゚(゚'Д`゚)゚。

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