He was a Punk. He did Ballet. |nomin|

Five

Jaemin went outside. He began walking on the sidewalk and approached an alleyway. He took out his phone and stared at Jeno's contact information. "I got someone's number," he thought. "A hot guy's number at that." Then Jaemin rolled his eyes. "An asshole's number, actually."

But Jaemin stopped walking. He found the setting to delete a contact and hovered his finger over it. "Do I deserve this?" he thought. Jeno was a stranger... but not only was he a stranger. Jeno was way out of his league. Jeno had a life to worry about... a career to start.

"He is giving me false hope," Jaemin thought, coming to a conclusion. "He's not going to be there for me. He's going to forget about me. He will find my contact the next morning, forget that he gave it to me, and delete it. I never should've come. I'm going to delete it."

It was decided. Jaemin pressed delete. Then his phone asked him:

Delete 1 contact

Are you sure?

Yes No

"But what if I'm wrong? What if he actually does visit me?" Jaemin hit the phone against his forehead and sighed. His thoughts were just tearing him apart. He didn't want to admit it, but... a part of him got attached to Jeno. He didn't think this would ever happen again.

"Hey baby," a voice called.

Jaemin looked up. He saw a boy leaning against the dumpster within in an alleyway, wearing tight shorts, kinky boots, and an oversized striped sweater. His black hair was a wavy mess and his cheek had a constellation of birthmarks.

This boy looked like he was in his early twenties... but even so, why was he out at this time? And why was he dressed like that?

The boy unsteadily sauntered over to Jaemin. "Why are you out so late, baby? It's freezing. You'll catch a cold."

"Uh, who the hell are you?" Jaemin backed away.

"Most people call me Haechan," the boy giggled. He suddenly threw himself in Jaemin's arms. "But you can call me Daddy."

"Get off of me." Jaemin stated. He could smell alcohol coming from Haechan's breath... this boy was clearly not in the right head space.

"Aw, what's the matter? I just got here... at least tell me your name."

"No..."

"Oh, come on. That's not fair."

"I don't want any trouble."

"It's no trouble at all, baby." Haechan said, licking his lips afterwards. "I'll take good care of you."

"I want to go home."

"No, no, why go home? The night is still young... we can go back to my place and have so much fun... it'll be on me."

"I am asking you nicely to leave me the fuck alone. Please." Jaemin demanded, unafraid. He balled his fists, ready to attack if this creep refused his request.

But Haechan put his hands on Jaemin's bottom and gave it a firm squeeze. Then, he hovered his mouth over Jaemin's ear.

"Do that again, baby." Haechan moaned. "Beg for me."

"Hey!"

Jaemin's eyes averted to the male sprinting at them. In an instant, Haechan was ripped off of his body and thrown to the ground. It didn't take very long for Jaemin to realize who had come to the rescue.

"I thought I told you to never show your face around here again!" Jeno yelled. "I thought I made it very clear!"

Haechan rolled to his back, laughing through the pain. "Aw, you missed me! How was the show, Jeno? Did you have a good time? I wish I was there to see you."