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Sick Day: RenMin {Request}

▹request acc: jaeminsplatinumhair
▹prompt: renjun sick and Jaemin skips school to look after his boyfriend 
▹word count: 2583
▹warnings: mild sickness

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I'm sickkkk

:c

No way I'm going to school today

Jaemin rubs his eyes, wincing from the brightness of his phone screen. It's a whole hour before his alarm is due to go off, the sun has barely scratched the horizon, and the room is hazy around him as he sits up. He reads the messages again, and this time they register. He can barely type from haste.

You're sick??!?!

No WAY you're going to school then baby

He was at Renjun's house until nearly midnight, eating crappy Halloween candy and watching even crappier horror movies with Renjun clutching his arm. Renjun clutched his bunny in his other tiny fist, eyes wide in both wonder and trepidation. Jaemin reckons he spent more time watching Renjun than the movies. And now the reminder of the candy has his stomach turning, throat parched. He reaches for the glass of water on his nightstand.

His phone buzzes again, and he forgets the water to reply to his boyfriend.

My nose

I can't breathe

TT

And im cold I want your hugssss

:<

Min please come

Jaemin swallows, looking at his clock. It's just turned six in the morning. A door closes across the hallway so his mother must have just woken up, and he traces the shuffle of her slippers over the carpet and down the stairs, until the fridge opens and the coffee machine whirs to life. He detangles his hair with stiff fingers while he thinks.

He'd love to go to Renjun's house, even if Kun chased him out just five hours prior. How could Renjun have gotten sick so quickly? His brow knots, heart pounding in his chest.

There's still no debate in his mind.

Of course I'll come baby <333

Jaemin rolls out of bed, phone still clutched in his hand, and throws on an oversized white hoodie and grabs his keys on the way out his room. He makes it to the bottom of the stairs before his mother appears, mug of tea poised to her disapproving lips.

"Good morning, darling son," she says, "and where are you going at such a time in the morning?" She smiles, eyes crinkling with both soon onset of age and sleepiness, and Jaemin stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"Renjun's."

"Renjun's house?"

Jaemin nods. His mother sips her tea before replying, purposely drawing out the silence, and Jaemin's skin itches, excuses already running wild in his mind.

"Didn't you just get back from Renjun's house?"

"Yes," he confirms again.

His mother hums. Sips her drink again. Jaemin's nostrils flare and he stares at the carpet, refusing to meet the amusement on his mother's eyes. He doesn't even know why he thought he could stride out the house without her either noticing or caring. She only let him go to Renjun's house in the first place because he completed his literature coursework before the deadline: an unlikely feat for him.