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JAEHYUN 🔞

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“This is your fault.”

The accusation rang through the musty air of the library, the dimming light of an ending dusk outside the shut windows permitting the arches and dips of their sole two silhouettes to be feebly highlighted in the otherwise glum space.

Jaehyun fidgeted, phone still in hand and eyes strained on its lit screen; even if it only had about 30% charge left and he should be saving it.

“I-I sent an email to the school sec-secretary,” He forced out meekly in defense, “I’m sure someone will come open for us.”

The disregarding snarl sent his way had him recoiling further into himself but he hurried to straighten up, setting his phone down to instead focus on his book of notes still open before him. Regardless how hard he tried, however, the scribbled words were nothing more than jibberish to his wandering mind and body far too hyperaware of the looming presence of [Y/N], his somewhat-of-a-bully, pacing behind him.

“Fucking unbelievable.”

The other male was muttering beneath his breath in frustration, palming at his forehead in a brief silence that lightly simmered Jaehyun’s skin with nerves and － well, something more embarrassing: excitement. Shameful as it was, it had been a little over a year since something within his emotional spectrum directed to [Y/N] had shifted more along the lines of a crush. Pining, even.

He didn’t really fear [Y/N] much at all, the latter never doing more harm to him than throwing snarky remarks his way or giving light shoves, and never responding to any of Jaehyun’s rebuttals with violence. More than a bully, [Y/N] was a rival of sorts and it was sometime that he’d closed the space between himself and Jaehyun, with the shorter subsequently pressing his back up against the row of gym lockers, that those darn butterflies within his stomach were born, fluttering their shy wings for the first time.

So maybe Jaehyun had been secretly admiring [Y/N] and revelling in giddiness at their every interaction like a lovesick fool, and maybe － just maybe, don’t get any crazy ideas － a series of unfortunate events leading to them accidentally being locked in their school’s library was seen by him as a sort of blessing.

Spending however long with [Y/N], by themselves? Together? He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his ears.

“Are you seriously studying? Nerd.”

Jaehyun squirmed in his seat at the voice that startled him from his idle thinking.

“We’ve got a te-test this week and what else am I su-sup-supposed to do?” He braved a peripheral peek at the other who had come to stand still behind him, “We’re stuck here for the time being.”

His reply was unsatisfactory, it seemed, for [Y/N]’s lips pursed and his body flopped down into the chair he promptly pulled out beside the brunet.

“You have days left until then and like you said, we’re stuck here. Socialise.”

Oh, Jaehyun’s palms were most definitely clammy now. He could only hope the flush on his face wasn’t too glaring.

“You want to － You want me to talk to you?”

[Y/N] shrugged, nonchalant, leaning back into his chair with one folded arm slung over the top of its spine and the other splayed atop the table.

“Why not?” He weightlessly supplied, “Are chapters of history and equations all your mouth’s good for, virgin boy?”

His stomach knotted, eyes gingerly flickering between the other’s gaze and his almost illegible notes.