ramen | nomin

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what's your favorite ramen flavor?
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"have you been crying, jaemin?" jeno asks, eyes scanning the younger's face. his eyes were glossy and ever so slightly swollen. it was something only someone who was close enough to his face could observe properly.

his hands are absentmindedly placing the items he had picked up on his way in on the counter. it was nothing crazy, just his usual ramen and cream soda. this time though, his food was accompanied by a small can of pringles.

the sour cream and onion ones specifically. they were his favorite. 

jeno really hopes jaemin enjoys them, too.

jaemin sighs, fingers moving around the items delicately scanning them before shaking his head, "i haven't." he mumbles. 

the older raises an eyebrow.

"i beg to differ. your eyes look swollen, jaemin. i'm not dumb."

"you couldn't answer what the atomic symbol for sodium was."

jeno gives him a look of astonishment, "that has nothing to do with this!" he exclaims, palms face down on the counter. the younger can only roll his eyes before scanning the final item on said counter.

"on or off topic, it's still a valid example that you can be a bit dull." jaemin hums, sticking his hand out waiting for jeno to place his money in.

jeno scoffs, head turning to the side like a young child for he knew he wasn't dull in the slightest. quite the opposite, actually. it's not every day someone cram studies for finals and averages a 97% and is top 3 at their school.

he was smart. he knew he was, it's just that he spent half of class thinking about stupid things like "does zendaya even have a fucking last name?"

however, this wasn't exactly something he was going to explain to the honey haired boy now. jeno had better things to do with his time... like flirting with said boy for example.

she probably does. he's just too lazy to look it up.

"since when did you get so bold, jaemin?" jeno asks curiously with a turn of his head so he was once again facing the younger. he reaches into his pocket for his wallet and pulls out a crisp 10,000 won bill without breaking eye contact.

"like, earlier today you were a blushing stuttering mess. do i do things to you, jaemin?" 

there's a spread of red shades that make their way across the younger's face; jeno can only assume it's out of embarrassment.

"you make my job a lot harder. that's what you do." jaemin deadpans.

and boy oh boy, if jeno's friends were with him, they'd be yelling 'want some ice for that burn?' or 'ssssss apply cold water to the burned area' like nine year olds or something.

"hmmm, do i really?" jeno muses, gaze never leaving jaemin's face, "you know, i could stop com--"

"i w-wasn't complaining though!" jaemin interrupts loudly, making sure he was heard. the basketball player stifles a giggle as he watches the way the hand jaemin once held out for the money is now cupped over his mouth.