Golden ◂ NCT Jaemin

37 ◂ 119

Jaemin's expression sends lmao-

◂ 37 ▸

Pressing his fingertips against the soft fabric of his blanket, Jaemin realized that he was all alone in his bed now. He wasn't supposed to be sad because of that but still, he would have liked waking up next to her. 

He opened his eyes slightly, turned his head to look at the bed to his left where his best friend was still sleeping soundly. 

Then, looking over to the door, he held his breath for a moment. There was chatter outside the room. Since it wasn't really close to the door though, it was hard to understand. 

So he held his breath just so that he could make sure that one of the voices talking was indeed her. 

However, he ended up regretting it. Not because he didn't hear her voice - he heard her clearly - but because he also overheard what exactly they were talking about. 

"I dialed 119," Chenle warned seriously. "If you don't put the knife down right now, I will call them and let them arrest you." 

"You would do that to a friend?!" Jisung asked in disbelief. 

"You just almost poked my eye out. Twice," Jie noted calmly. She sounded unbothered like she was joking, yet since he knew her well, Jaemin could tell that she wasn't even exaggerating.  

"Yes. By accident, Jie. I wouldn't purposefully do that," Jisung defended himself but all Jie had to say to that was, 

"Well I hope so--"

There was a sigh, then a disapproving click of one's tongue. Judging from how the conversation was going, that was Chenle. 

"Give it to me, Park," the older of the two boys warned. 

A moment of silence, then a quiet and whiny, "Fine." 

Chenle sighed deeply. He tried to calm himself down before continuing to talk to these two babies. 

"See, it's not like I am saying you aren't allowed to cook," Chenle cleared up. "I just want to know why you were using a knife that's as long as Jie's head." 

"Because I am cutting this," Jisung responded quickly, causing their conversation to pause momentarily. 

"That's an apple," Chenle deadpanned. 

"I don't see what that has to do with the length of my knife." 

"Me neither," he said under his breath. There was some shuffling and clinking and a few seconds later Chenle said, "Use this knife instead. And try not to poke our friend's eyes out, okay?" 

Reluctantly, Jisung gave in. "Okay Chef." 

"And you-" Chenle said, talking to Jie now, "-aren't allowed to touch the stove again without my supervision. If you set one more kitchen towel on fire, I will demand compensation." 

She probably took a moment to consider her options before she, as well, agreed with a quick, 
"Okay Chef."

Then Chenle clapped his hands and they continued doing what they were doing. 

Regret settled in Jaemin's bones yet the conversation's topic was a bit too worrisome to allow him to go back to sleep. 

So, instead, he sat up. He ran a hand through his hair, tried to detangle it without putting too much effort into it.