teenage dirtbag + 「 2jae 」

eight

[warning: this chapter sucks i'm tRiggeredt]

"so, how's mission boyfriend going?" jackson had a wide smile on his face, as usual.

they were at jinyoung's locker, killing time before class. jaebum sighed, having wanted to avoid this topic.

"pretty good." he wasn't in the mood to tell them that youngjae had left him on read the other day.

jinyoung looked suspicious, but since jaebum didn't want to talk about it he made up an excuse to leave.

"in fact, he wanted to see me before class, so i'll see you guys later."

he heard some goodbye's as he walked down the hallway to his math class, but when he actually arrived he didn't want to enter the room.

firstly, because of it was math, well, school in general. secondly, he knew there would be awkward tension between him and youngjae.

"you know, you can actually open the door if you try hard enough."

jaebum jumped as he heard the familiar soft voice behind him and found youngjae smiling at him when he turned around.

"hi." youngjae said as jaebum just stood there, tongue-tied. "are you gonna go in or do you actually don't know how to open the door?" he chuckled.

"you- i mean i was gonna- you left me on read." jaebum was close to slapping himself for being like this.

"what?"

"you didn't reply to my- forget it. we should go in, we're late already."

jaebum opened the door and youngjae followed after him, everyone was in their seats already and mr. kyun was about to explain something on the blackboard.

"i'm surprised you two were able to make it to class. now sit down and copy from the board."

they apologized and quickly did as they were told.

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"okay, now try the new exercises by yourselves. you can ask your neighbour for help but keep it quiet."

opening the algebra book, jaebum sighed. this was math, letters had nothing to do in his exercises. what was the point of that? he was a zillion percent sure he would never use any of this in his future.

teach me how to fucking do taxes or care for a child instead.

"you need help? looks like you're struggling." youngjae looked at him with those dark puppy eyes which were the last thing jaebum needed right now.

"i'm fine. just thinking about taxes and babies and stuff." he muttered.

"you.. what?" the younger looked quite confused.

"nevermind. help sounds good." jaebum nervously laughed.

"i'm not sure if i can help you with taxes and babies, though." youngjae laughed.

"well, actually that's not true. i'm pretty good with taking care of babies and they like me, i could- wait, whose baby is it anyway? hold on, im jaebum, did you impregnate someone?!"

both had the same shocked impression on their faces while everyone else, thankfully, didn't bother listening to their conversation.

"what? no! what?!"

the bell rang, announcing that math was over. everyone started packing their things and so did youngjae and jaebum.

"i'm not having a baby." jaebum clarified. "got that?"

youngjae nodded and they started walking out of class but as soon as jinyoung and jackson approached them, youngjae left without a word.

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i hate this chap idk why but i wanted to upload something ayee buT YOUNGJAE IS STRAWBERRY BLONDE AND JAEBUM HAS RED HAIR I'M ONE OUT