Watching Over You • Nomin

six

Jeno slept over completely ignoring his phone which was about to explode with too many messages. He had a peaceful night either way.

Jaemin smiled widely, feeling amazing after having the best sleep he had in a month.  He softly said, “Good morning,” to the other who reciprocated with the same wide smile. It was Jeno's turn to appreciate his beautiful smile. He pinched his cheek a little and left a peck on his forehead.

Later, Jeno tried on one of the black plain t-shirts that Jaemin had specifically because he didn't have too much black stuff. Jaemin was pleasantly surprised, but mumbled, “Cute,” with a giggle.

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“So? A party?” Renjun asked at lunch.

“For?” Jaemin questioned.

“For?” Renjun laughed out loud. “For dealing with your ass so that your ass can confess to Jeno's ass and also dealing with his ass to confess your ass.”

“That's a lot of ass.”  Haechan interrupted.

“Shut up, you ass.” Renjun retorted and they immediately burst out laughing.

“And our asses have places to be. If you excuse us, we'll think about your ugly-ass, ass deal.” Jaemin said.

“But how did you know?” Jeno asked.

“Injun-ie might be blind without glasses but he isn't stupid when you come to the University wearing Jaemin's shirt,” Haechan said, shrugging and quickly escaped a hit that was coming from Renjun.

Jeno nodded and showed him a thumbs-up. “Okay. Good talk,” he said, curving his lips.

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“You wore this shirt often?” Jeno asked while they were to depart to their respective classes.

“Too often,” Jaemin said with a smile. “Embarrassed?”

Jeno looked back at him with disbelief. “No?” he said with a giggle. “Ah- this one, you wore this one on my birthday too, right?”

Jaemin nodded.  “You didn't notice?”

Jeno shook his head. “You have too much black. And most of them look the same.” To which Jaemin argued immediately that all of them don't look the same.

“I love this one. And it looks very good on you,” Jaemin added.

“I picked the right one didn't I?” Jeno asked to which Jaemin hummed. “Do you wanna hang out today?”

“You better not plan it. It never goes well. We'll see about it after our classes.” Jaemin said and they left to their classrooms

Sitting through an explanation of a language just after lunch is a curse. When the class was finally over, Jeno was suddenly concerned about his phone. When he took it from his house it was so hot that he was scared that it might blow up.

“Jeno-ya,” he heard someone call when he was on his way to the computer lab.

It was familiar. Too familiar.

Jeno was shocked to see Jiya standing under one of the trees in the University and waving at him.

“You're back? Already?” he asked in astonishment.

Her smile was wide and her eyes twinkled with tears as if the last time she saw him was months or years ago. She immediately pulled him into a hug.

When he broke the hug she looked at him strangely. “New shirt?”

Jeno stared at her for a second. “Yeah. Sort of,” he said. It was silent for a few seconds and all Jeno could think of was Jaemin and yesterday.