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maybe i just wanted to get to know you more?
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jaemin doesn't go home that night.

he didn't want to be face to face with his aunt after what happened earlier that day. it made him want to piss his pants in fear thinking about what she'd do.

then again, where would he go?

chenle? he was still a new friend. donghyuck was fairly new, too. he couldn't just crash at their place-- he barely knows them.

as sweet as they were, jaemin didn't want to bother them. especially at this ungodly hour.

bidding goodnight to the next employee who came to take over for him, he starts to think of other people whose place he could crash at for the night.

he could only think of one other person.

jaehyun.

they were close enough for him to stay the night, right?

then again, he'd probably ask why he needed to. and most likely wouldn't stop pestering him until he said something.

jaehyun was one of the nosiest people jaemin thinks he's ever met.

it could be a blessing and a curse sometimes. jaemin loved hearing about all the things jaehyun sticks his nose into-- this, however, could become a problem if he poked it into his own business.

ever since jaemin met jaehyun, he was always asking him about school, his love life, and if he ever needed help. he would even consider him a best friend if it wasn't for the age gap.

he sees him more as a big brother.

frustration settling in from the lack of people in his contacts, jaemin harshly scratches his head with both hands, trying his best not to start pulling at his hair.

there wasn't anyone else! at least he couldn't think of anyone.

who was he supposed to run to? what was he supposed to do? maybe he should try going to the police again? maybe this time they'd listen to him? 

where would felix and yuna go though? what would happen to them? it's not like they ever treated jaemin like shit, but they never tried to defend him either.

the overwhelming amount of overthinking has jaemin losing his balance and catching his breath. he can feel his heart beating out of his chest-- not another panic attack. not one on the side of the street, not one in the middle of the night, not one where he couldn't have his guard completely down.

this was not the vibe.

jaemin falls to his knees harshly, trying to get his breathing into check; not noticing the way the tears were flowing out of his eyes. 

his hands serve as a cover over his face, not caring if any of his actions would cause his makeup job to smear off.

he had bigger fish to fry, who cares about the makeup? who cares about the bruising? who'd be out at this time of night anyways?