Straight [Nomin]

5

(A/N: Why does he look so squishy?😣)

Jaemin doesn't know how he ended up here.

Part of him is surprised and another part of him isn't.

He remembers yelling out his sexuality and then everything was blank from there.

He woke up to familiar blue sheet that smelled like deep cologne. The sun shining softly through the window, signaling it was early in the morning because it wasn't beaming at his eyes.

What wasn't normal was the arm placed loosely over his waist.

Jaemin peered back to see Jeno sleeping behind him. His lips parted slightly and soft snores coming from him.

He made out with Lucas.

Jeno threw him off.

Jeno touched his waist.

Jeno asked out Yeeun.

He told Jeno he was gay.

Jeno knew that he was gay and was probably going to stop being his friend. He was going to yell at him for lying.

Jaemin slowly sat up, his breath picking up a bit heavier. He needed to get out of here before he had a panic attack.

He pushed Jeno's arm of him and stood up. His bones crackling as he moved them.

He looked down to see he was a lot warmer than last night. Jeno's shirt was over his body and he was wearing a pair of Jeno's grey sweatpants. The sweatpants hung low on his hips, a bit too big for him, the black waistband of his underwear making the smallest appearance.

"What the fuck..." Jaemin pinched the bridge of his nose. Now he would have to find his clothes or else he would have to give Jeno his back. Which means he would have to see his soon to be ex-best friend more than once.

He scanned around Jeno's slightly messy room. He didn't see his skirt or the shirt he had been previously wearing. But he did find some of his things lying about.

Like a phone charger he had left, a chapstick that sat near Jeno's mirror, a white and blue headset he liked to use that matched Jeno's black and blue one. He found a perfume bottle he had left after one of their many sleepovers.

He gathered his things into his arms while tears gathered into his eyes.

He didn't want to let Jeno go.

He didn't want Jeno to let him go.

To shun him away.

To hate him.

Jeno was his best friend.

Before everything else.

Flashback

"Jaemin?"

Jaemin squeaked out through another sob. Bringing his knees further into his chest as he tried to back further into the corner of the cold tree house.

The rain was pelting outside so he was surprised he had heard a voice at all.

"Nana? You in here?"

Jaemin just cried harder, hoping it wasn't some serial killer who somehow knew his name.

"Jaemjaem its me," The voice said again and there was a small knock on the wall. "Im gonna turn the lights on."

"No don't-" Jaemin tried to say but shrieked when the lights came on, only to spark and short-circuit and shut off again.