Matryoshka Doll - NoRenMin ✔︎

Chapter 12

"I don't know what to do," Jaemin quietly murmured to himself, sitting in a public student studying room as he cried over Math homework on a horrible Tuesday evening.

It was a start. Being a failure at Math, trying to be in an environment with different people, stressing over other subjects simultaneously, Jaemin was going to cry.

He really was if he didn't figure out how to solve the next fifteen problems within the hour. Just as he was about to give up and simply tell his teacher he had a mental breakdown and would accept detention, a figure sat down beside him and he swore he nearly gasped out loud at the sudden presence.

"Mind me sitting here?"

Jaemin shook his head slowly and gave a small smile, feeling relieved that he at least knew the one face.

"Hello to you too, Jen. I was just leaving," Jaemin shyly explained, still not used to talking with anyone so casually and especially not used to the fluttering in his stomach.

"Oh? But aren't you struggling with your Math? I noticed you nearly crying so I came to help."

And Jaemin swore that ever since he had set his mind to try and be different, he had been suffering and now, he nearly died on the spot from the adorable eye smile. It was too much.

He really needed the help and although his pride was still kind of high on the line, it was still better to pass than to completely fail.

"Would you really help?" Jaemin asked almost timidly.

"Well, yeah? I mean I came all this way just to help you if you'd let me."

"What an angel," Jaemin stated, staring in his eyes excitedly as he missed the way Jeno's face turned a shade of red, blending in beautifully against his blue hair, a look that an actual angel could really pull off. “I like your new hair, by the way.”

“Oh, thanks,” Jeno said almost shyly. “I got it done over the weekend. Went down to the neighbouring village.”

And really, mayhaps the blue hair and eye smile was what really made him look angelic for everyone could be one with their scapulas as the only source of reminder that humans can no longer be such a magical creation. So the angel settled down and together they went over the equations, Jeno giving silly scenarios to memorize formulas easier. 

It seemed to be working because after forty-five minutes, Jaemin seemed to more or less get the hang of what he was doing.

The hour Jaemin had hoped he'd take went one over but it was okay because Jeno made it enjoyable and as they laughed and chatted, a certain Satanist fumed in his room.

._._.

Renjun was seeing stars.

Not stars of pleasure but stars of a mixture of anger and sadness. He had seen the way Jeno and Jaemin talked, seen how comfortable they were together and seen how Jaemin didn't feel disgusted by the presence of the Wiccan.

Did Jaemin hate Satanists? Did he have favouritism for Jeno? Did they have something going on between them? Renjun would cry if Jaemin had stolen Jeno away from him somehow. He wanted Jeno as his sole companionship and that was it.

"That wasn't part of the plan!" Renjun shrieked into his pillow, his tiny fists banging on his bed in frustration. "That little shit stole him from me and now I'll be single forever! I was still trying to figure out if I actually like him that damn much!"

It was really a problem for his fragile heart. But he couldn't sulk all day. He had to make himself feel better and that's when he remembered that he had stolen Kunhang's card on the first day of school.