All my sleepless nights started with you

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His heart was beating way to fast for his liking and he didn't know if it was because of pure bliss or pure embarrassment. Probably a mix of both.

Why did I say that?

Jeno hit his pillow in frustration as the events from today kept him awake from his well needed sleep. He was exhausted, his body agreed too, but his mind seemed to think otherwise. He groaned, slapping both hands on his flushed face while he tried to calm himself down. He will never be able to sleep at this rate.

"Fuck my life."  

Today Chenle wasn't able to join their little study session that the three friends held every Friday at the Library. He remembers the mint haired boy mentioning something about the student council and fund raising but that's not what really matters right now. What does matter is how, with Chenle gone, it was just him and the cute tanned boy sitting across from him. And he was panicking, freaking out. His hands were getting sweaty and he could feel heat pool up his neck. It's just Haechan. Why was he getting so worked up?

"Hey, Jeno, you good?" Haechan was looking at him with his big-shiny-concerned eyes while he waved one of his hands in front of the older's face.

Getting no response from the male, Haechan pushed himself off his seat and walked right next to where Jeno was sitting and touched his cheek. The strawberry haired male gulped. Oh. OH. OHHH right, it's not just any Haechan we are talking about here. It's THE Haechan. The Haechan he has a stupid crush on. The same boy that makes him feel butterfly's for doing the bare minimum. The same boy that he could stare all day if given a chance. How can he be calm in a situation like thi-

"Hey, dude, you good?" Jeno's eyes dimmed a little.

"Don't call me that." Jeno had never wanted to slap himself more. Shame and embarrassment started building up in his body and he looked anywhere else but at the other male's face. How could he?

The silence was deafening and Jeno hoped that Haechan wouldn't be able to hear the rapid beating of his heart. Everything around him had seem to have stopped except his stupid heart and his stupid brain. Should he say something? Should he do something? What would he do though? Should he confess? Wait, that's a no go. Should he try to play it off or tell Haechan that he doesn't like being called dude because he is...older than him and... erm... therefor would like to be referred to as ...hyung????- damn it, that wont work either, never in the 6 years of their friendship had Haechan ever called him hyung it would be wierd if he aske- A snort cut his mental breakdown short and Jeno physically cringed. He will never be able to recover from this, huh?

"What do you want me to call you then?" Jeno snapped his gaze back up to Haechan. Wrong move. That sly brat had the biggest smirk plastered on his stupidly pretty face and Jeno could see little gears in the younger's dumb ass brain working, trying to come up with something. Jeno squinted his eyes and let out a small whine knowing whatever Haechan was planning inside his small-pea-sized-cavemen-ooga-booga-brain that he was for some reason really attracted to will leave him into shambles due to the embarrassment that would flow in him once Haechan does whatever he does. Jeno at this point, had excepted his fate.

"H-huh?" Shit, his voice cracked. A fucking men.

Haechan, that brat, brought his hand close to his face and pretended to think. "Hmmm, I know! How about... baby?" The smirk that was resting upon the younger's face vanished as he brought Jeno's face closer to his with the hand that was already resting on the older boy's cheek.

Jeno was this close to shitting his pants.

Instead of feeling a flood of embarrassment flowing in his body, he felt the pit of his stomach twist into knots and his heart combust into millions of pieces. He knew Haechan was never good news- neither for his heart or his sleep deprived brain.

"How does that sound, baby?" Butterflies. Butterflies everywhere.

Before he could embarrass himself even more, he grasped the tanned-male's hand that was on his cheek and pushed him away with all of the strength that he could muster up at that moment.  Which mind you, was little to no more than none.

Laughter and giggles tumbled out of the smaller boys mouth and Jeno being the whipped boy he is, couldn't do anything but stare and smile at the boy with a blush a mix of both shame and awe adorning his cheeks.

"You're to cute for your own good, Jeno-ya. Oh fuck, I mean baby." Haechan blinked his eyes rapidly while he moved his body side to side, trying to act shy. Jeno laughed at the younger's movements and it took every strain in his body not to hit Haechan with the uno reverse card. Was it really that bad that the strawberry haired male wanted to take the others face in his hands and kiss him roughly against the desks?

The only person who is cute here is you haechanie.

And that's how Jeno had another sleepless night thinking about the boy who was a dream, a dream that he never wanted to be woken up from.

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