bad hearts [nct jaemin]

three

you went home that following day, hugging a pile of books in your arms.

you're not sure where you're headed, but you go where your feet brings you. the skies were dark, akin a shadow looming over town with heavy clouds that promises rain. you stop and stare at your feet. people were rushing past you, shoulder brushing past your own and murmuring things under their breath you couldn't quite catch. you look up and see the buzzing city life, a life you're part of. businessmen were rushing back home to their families, students like you getting onto busses before it gets too late and they're none left.

and as you stand in this busy street, people momentarily glare or not even bothered to look your way passes by, you feel at lost.

well, mostly because you can't think straight.

you sighed very loudly, and lift your foot to continue your journey. this time you decided to go home and start on the assignment that mr. jackass decided to bait you with for extra credit. so much for that, now you're stuck with na jaemin, THE well-known asshole with the cutest face — what was god thinking when He made this mixture of both?

you braced yourself as you stride down the streets, almost running as you feel your cheeks burning with rage. your chest already feels like it's ignited with flames, so hot it numbs you, you can't tell if you're breathing or not.

you reach home with sweat on your forehead, drenching your back as well. you kick off your shoes and yank off your knee socks, switching on the lights as you kick the door close, making sure you locked it before heading into the kitchen.

the rest of the house was dark. you glance upstairs to your brother's bedroom, there was light seeping through the frames, and you sighed again before throwing your bag aside by the stairs. you went into the the kitchen to check the stove: empty, completely clean too. you check the sink: dry. no dishes for at least 3 weeks. you turn to look at the counter top: nothing. not even a note, or at least cash for you to buy dinner.

you suck in breath from your nostrills ferociously and grab your bag before heading to your room, taking 2 steps at a time to shorten the time taken. you hear strums of guitar as you pass by your brother's bedroom. he was probably practicing, so you decided not to knock to disturb.

you went to your own room and stripped down when the door hits close.

you didn't turn on the lights as you head into the bathroom to have a shower. pulling your hair up to a high bun, you step into the shower and scrub your skin. you change into a baby pink hoodie and a matching pair of sweatpants, slipping into bed with your laptop as you zip open your bag to fish for the paper mr. kim (your history teacher) had given you earlier in the day to do some research.

when suddenly your phone buzzes.

you look left and right to check where you last left it, and it was on your nightstand. the screen lites up with a text message from an unknow number. confused, you could only think of one person for texting you at this hour: which is literally nobody, except maybe for a bot promoting some stupid deal for cheap hotel rooms or something. you were going to ignore it and focus on your research when suddenly your phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up once more.

you grab the device off the nightstand and checked the number. both messages were from the same number, you slide to unlock your phone to check who it was.

unknown number

23:11 - hi
23:12 - it's jaemin

you scoffed, but didn't reply. you toss your phone aside and open your history text book and your laptop to start making the presentation, when your phone buzzes under the sheets again.

you grab your phone, unable to resist the urge, and slide to check the message.

unknown number

23:14 - sorry for odd timing. are u gonna sleep? cuz i was thinking abt working on the proj

your lips pulled back into a tight line.

but you gave up. you added his number to your contacts and put his name along side with a poop emoji, but then paused for a while and decided he didn't even deserved that poop emoji, so it just leaves his name. you swiped up to reply.

you

23:17 - hey
23:17 - i was gonna do some research. but since you insist, we can do it together tmr

you tap your forefinger on your laptop, pursing your lips.

jaemin

23:18 - cool. is 7am fine? we should do it before classes start.

your jaw drops. 7am? that's crazy-

jaemin

23:18 - i'll meet u at the library?

you groan but type to send the message anyways. then tossing your phone to the side and burrying your face in your knees.

you

23:19 - sure. i'll see you tmr