li(n)ked | markhyuck ; jaeyong ; jaeno

kaksikymmentäkahdeksan ♦

the night had already fallen when jaemin walked out of the principal building of his school complex after he finished doing his chores and cleaning the classroom he was sharing with his classmates everyday. he was welcomed by the dirty and yellowish street lights, he thought he was probably the last student still present in the school since it was so quiet, he couldn't hear a noise. the absence of the incessant chatting, of the indiscreet gossips and of the dirty looks and judgmental stares made him let out a sigh of relief. the teenager learnt to love solitude and interacting with others was now so difficult that only walking in the halls full of people was enough to make him anxious.

he was going forward, his path illuminated by the weak light emanating from the old light bulbs, when loud music with a catchy rythm drew his attention to the right. a little bit too curious, the boy moved toward the source of the sound and was now in front of the oldest building of the school : the one dedicated to art, music and dance. only one window had the blinds open just enough for a little light to seep through.

feeling nostalgic, he asked himself who could still be there, practicing, at such a late hour of the night during weekdays. however, he knew that when someone is driven by a passion, time does not matter. when he was going to continue on its way and look away from this window attracting his eyes like light attracts mosquitoes during summer, the blinds suddenly opened, the bright light almost blinding him.

jeno was standing by the window, looking outside as he was drinking few sips of water, his body drenched in sweat and his cheeks burning red because of the physical effort. he softly rested his forehead against the cold glass, his eyes shut, searching for coolness in order to completely catch his breath.

his lids opened without warning, his eyes staring right through jaemin, which was observing him shamelessly since a moment already. the latter stumbled back a little, surprised and embarassed to be caught like this, his heart was already pounding. he was sure that he will never ever get used to how beautiful jeno was, or to his eyes on him or his voice talking to him.

without letting him know, the latter rised :

"hey?

-y-yes?

-come upstairs!"

the window closed in a lot of noises and slammed the blinds shut against its pvc frame, the sound echoing off the walls of the near buildings. should he listen to him or to his brain telling him to run like mad?

before he could even analyze the bad and good aspects of it, he was already taking the cement stairs of the old place two by two. the music was back and was louder and louder as he was going up and getting close to the room decorated with a lot of huge mirrors.

knocking on the door, jeno opened it right away, as if he was waiting for him right behind it in order to play a trick on him. he smiled at him before violently slamming the door shut with his foot behind them, making the new-comer jump. jeno wasn't the most delicate boy with the world around him.

jaemin finally recognized the song, "dunk shot", an old song from the 90s, from his parents' days and he started to hum it, it was a classic after all. he felt his toes tap to music, it was one of his habit and it made him smile big and bright, relieved he didn't lose absolutely everything.

if he knew that jeno was scrutinizing his features, not able to help himself, maybe he would have been able to compete with the sun or stars from their galaxy.

not saying a word, jeno started his movements once again when the song put on "replay" on the hi-fi system present in the room started again, doing fluid but precise movements, dancing the choregraphy he learnt a few days ago.

as he was watching the boy's limbs move, dancing before his eyes, he noticed that it wasn't the original version of the song but a cover, from who? he didn't have a clue but this version was more energic than the original one from 93, the rhythm contrasting with the lyrics, it gave it a slighty old school style.

a hand was waving in front of his face, as if it was asking him to come back to his senses, looking up at the boy with as black as charcoal bangs he noticed that he was only a few centimeters away from him, he was basically too close to him :

"w-what?"

jeno smiled huge, a small chuckle escaping his throat, as if his reaction made him laugh for some inexplicable reason :

"wanna dance?"

before him, the eyes of the boy still wearing his school uniform, his backpack still on his shoulders, holding firmly a beige notebook as if it was something really precious, filled with tears, as if this one sentence could cause strong emotional reactions. the first thing jeno noticed about jaemin was his hypersensibility, he didn't know where he got it, neither why nor how, but he did know he wanted to take him under his wing as if he wanted to protect a smaller and more fragile human-being than himself :

"i can't...

-if you learn the choregraphy with precise movements while being cautious, it should be okay... no?"

the boy wearing sport clothes grabbed the other boy's shoulder while tilting his head to the side in order to support his proposal. the one wearing an uniform had to repress a violent chill, he was really not used to physical contact and especially to jeno's. despite the fact he was wearing a few layers of clothes, it was as if he could feel his palm that he imagined coarse but soothing, and he didn't have the right to do this.

jeno was his soul mate, but he didn't belong to him, he loved his one and only and first friend, his class rep, huang renjun.

jaemin stepped back until his back hit one of the walls covered of big mirrors before doing a 90-degree bow, cheeks red with embarassement and stained with the tears that broke through his barrier, spilling, then saying a brief and weak "next time, i promise" and storming out of the room, leaving no chance to jeno to catch him.

or to dry his tears, or even to give him back his cream colored notebook that he dropped before running away.

♦♦♦

renjun ❤

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx

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tuesday, 31st of january 2017

📩- did he come? 💙
21:48

📨- he did 💛
21:53

📩-did it went well? he didn't have panick attack or idk what? 💙
21:54

📨 -no it was okay, don't worry 😊💛
22:36

📩- okay 😊 see you tomorrow jeno love you 💙
22:37

📨 - see you love 💛
22:42

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