Puppy Emoji ☺︎︎ ∫ JaemJen【✔】

☺︎︎ Chapter Twenty-Eight

"what made you bring him along?" Yangyang whispered, taking a glance at the brunet boy standing beside his friend.

Jaemin rolled his eyes at him, "he can still hear you." He deadpanned before sighing, "he kept whining." He answered his friend's question.

Yangyang hums before stifling a laugh, "well, hey there Jeno." He greets the said boy who beams at him. "Nice of Jaemin to bring you with him."

"Hi, Yangyang!" Jeno greets back, still linking arms with Jaemin who tsks at him.

Smiling, he turns back to Jaemin with a flat look. "You do realize Hendery is here too."

"Hell yeah I am– oh hi Jeno!" Hendery appears as he flies inside the room, entering through the open window. He looks at the human boy with a wide smile, but his eyes glinted a bit of hunger.

Jaemin notices, and in instinct unlinks his and Jeno's arms so he could wrap his arm around Jeno's waist. Pulling him closer to his side, the younger only smiles at him with his cheeks now pink.

Yangyang raised a brow and observes his friend's glaring face with amusement, he turns to Hendery and asks, "are you hungry?"

Earning a nod, Hendery glances at Jeno again, taking a sniff and was about to approach him. That is until a growl was heard, from Na Jaemin himself.

"Take the blood pack in the bag." He sternly said.

Hendery knits his eyebrows, about to do as told before Yangyang used his powers to communicate with their minds. Although, Yangyang doubts Hendery has one.

"Don't. Keep going and say you want Jeno's blood."

"Are you trying to kill me right now? I mean yeah, I do want Jeno's blood. But Jaemin's staring at me like he's going to stab me with a wooden stake."

"Just do as I say because trust me, this shit is worth getting atleast a garlic thrown at us."

Sighing, Hendery clears his throat and pulls up his best mischievous grin. "I prefer his blood." He points at Jeno who widened his eyes and glances up to Jaemin.

The vampire boy grits his teeth, "too bad you can't have it. Now take the blood packs in the bag or I'm grabbing a stake." He threatened.

Hendery saw a glimpse of Yangyang's satisfied face, taking it as his cue to stop his act by shrugging his shoulders and walking over to the bag on the old wooden table nearby.

He takes a plastic bag of blood and opens it with his fangs, sipping on the liquid as he sighs in content.

"Does he know why we're here?" He asks, pausing on what he was doing and slightly pulls away from the bag.

Jaemin turns to Jeno who scans the old room, he shrugs. "No."

Yangyang snorts at him, ignoring the scoff he received before taking a seat on an old chair near him. "Well, Jeno," he calls the boy's name.

The brunet turns his attention back to his soulmate's friend with a confused look, gesturing him to continue on what he was about to say.