𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ミ jensung

08 | 𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒔𝒂

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ｂｙ ｃａｌｅｉｎ

with a small smile on his face, jeno sent jisung a message about their game on monday after classes. he had just changed into his pajamas and finished feeding his cats, diving straight in his bed and opened the messaging app to send jisung a quick message.

it was past nine in the evening, jeno could feel his legs aching.

patiently waiting for a reply, he opened all his social media to kill time, following chenle in all of his account as well as jisung's tagged account, soon finding himself scrolling through chenle's highlights and posts just so he could see a glimpse of jisung since he was still on the younger's pending.

jeno pressed on chenle's recent highlights, seeing that both him and jisung were butt to butt since chenle left china. there were all kinds of things that chenle and jisung did that social media holds and jeno couldn't help but coo at their friendship.

he kept on skipping the highlights— up till he stopped on one.

a video from last year.

"do you see this?" chenle's voice can be heard from behind the camera, capturing jisung that is holding up his phone that said 'you may be a goalie but you'll always be my center, lee jeno!' during the national championships last year.

chenle's giggle can be heard as jisung quietly watched the game through the seas of people and the echoes of screams in the camera.

"ever since coming out to eommo-nim, he's been watching number 23 so closely." chenle teased as jisung looked at the camera.

"ahh, stop it!"

then the video stopped.

jeno's heart skipped a beat. jisung liked him since last year? and he did nothing to try to talk to him?

pursing his lips on a thin line, jeno skipped on to the next stories of the highlight, stopping once again when he saw a picture of jisung sitting on the stadium with an algebra book and a calculator on the side, him looking at the ice hockey team training rather than the book he is carrying.

it was marked thirty-three weeks ago— the last training before the last school year ended, a week before examinations.

jisung's been one of his many admirers, and he's only knowing now?

"he's... something, nal." jeno whispered to his cat who layed on the foot of his bed, purring softly.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

saturday and sunday passed— still no message from jisung. at this point, it's been bothering jeno. jisung liked him— why hasn't jisung replied to him yet? or at least seen his message?

jeno scratched his head, locking his phone and shoved it in his pocket. he bid goodbye to his mother and gave last pets to seol and nal.

he puffed out a sigh as soon as he stepped out, slightly disappointed throughout the weekend for some un(known) reason. he hopped on his bike, taking a little breather as he rode around his village before heading to school.

once he arrived, he was hoping he could get a glimpse of a certain freshman, quickly scanning his surroundings but had no luck.

"uri jeno-yah's taking too long in locking his bike." hyunjin's voice can be heard from behind him, jeno immediately passing him an 'i'm-not-in-the-mood' look. "oh? did something happen?"

"fuck you, jin."

"would rather let someone else do it, to be honest." hyunjin shrugged, snorting on his attempted sex joke. "besides, it's usually me who—"

"—enjoys backshots? yeah, seungmin told me." jeno deadpanned, sighing as he locked his bike and winced loudly at hyunjin's pinch. "ow!"

"is all this about the game last friday? i get you want to impress jisung, but—" hyunjin's words got cut off when jeno flicked his forehead.

"no. i know i did well last time." he defended, putting the keys of the bike in his blazer pocket as both him and hyunjin walked to their building. "it's just that i told him i'll message him and he hadn't replied since."

hyunjin flashed him a surprised look. "woah, you messaged him?"

"is that bad?"

"no! no, just..." hyunjin stopped, eyes scanning the other from head to toe slowly and back up to meet his eyes while a grimace was slowly taking over his handsome face. "didn't expdct it from you. thought you were straight."

"you literally saw me make out with jaemin." jeno rolled his eyes and sped up.

"yeah? for a dare worth a hundred bucks!" hyunjin yelled out.

as the two brisk-walked to their classroom, both of them didn't realize jisung was a few steps behind them. jisung finds his feet glued to the ground, seeing jeno and hyunjin's figure disappear to the other side of the door.

he shouldn't be that affected.

in fact, he should be happy knowing jeno's into men.

but why does he feel like shit the moment he heard jeno made out with jaemin?

if it's the jaemin from performance club, what chance do i have...

the bell rang soon enough, making jisung snap back to reality. he shouldn't be jealous over the thought of jeno making out with other people— he only admires the older. how could he possibly—

"aish!" jisung ruffled his hair before sprinting the other way, tossing the jealous thoughts aside and worried more at the fact that his professor may not let him in for being late.

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