𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗮-𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲:
❝𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘳𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦?❞
𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗲:
❝𝘺𝘦𝘴❞
or nineteen boys are split into three groups for a project. what could go wrong? apparent...
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Jaehyun heaved a heavy sigh as he glanced over at Jaemin, who lay curled up in his bed. He was awake now after falling asleep during his breakdown. Clear tear streaks stained his cheeks, eyelids puffy and eyes rimmed in red.
Jaehyun felt his heart pound painfully, his stomach twisting. He hated seeing Jaemin like this. Jaehyun leant back against the edge of the bed, head resting atop of the duvet, exhaling loudly. The carpeted floor was hard and cold beneath Jaehyun, legs bent up at the knees. He twisted and reached under the bed, feeling around for something blindly. His fingers clasped around something soft and plush, and he smiled slightly. He pulled it out and stared at it--it was a brown bunny plush toy.
Jaehyun bought it for himself to cuddle but never really...cuddled it, so he hid it under his bed to use as a last-minute gift for someone's birthday. Jaehyun turned to face Jaemin, holding out the plushie. The younger raised his head slightly up off the pillow, cheeks stained with tears and red lines from the pillow. Saliva glistened on his lips and collected in the corners, eyes shining.
He looked at Jaehyun, eyes dipping to the plushie, before flitting back up to meet the older's gentle gaze. Jaehyun snickered and thrust it into Jaemin's face.
"It's yours, you dork," Jaehyun smiled, watching as the younger wrapped his arms around the huge plushie and snuggling into it. He buried his face into it's soft head, only his eyes peeking out from behind the toy. He stared up at Jaehyun, eyes huge and glimmering with unshed tears in the dim light of the dorm room.
"Thank you, hyung," he mumbled, voice muffled by the plush. The older grinned, ruffling the younger's hair gently. "...are you sure it's okay if I stay here again?" Jaehyun nodded.
"Of course," he grinned. Jaemin raised a brow.
"If you say so," he murmured, lying back on his side, knees pulled to his chest as he cuddled the plush to his chest.
Silence consumed the room, but it was a humble, pleasant silence. The void was filled with the quiet breaths of Jaehyun and Jaemin, the younger's sounding slightly snotty. Jaehyun stood to his feet, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt lifted slightly, and he rolled his shoulders. Jaemin watched him, sort of perplexed.
He'd be lying if he said he hadn't had a small crush on the older male. At one point, Jaemin wanted to give up and pursue Jaehyun instead—but he knew that Jaehyun had his eye on someone. He was very handsome, and that's what caught Jaemin's eye. He always seemed to be attracted to people's looks before their personality—hence his attraction to Jeno. He fell for the older's beautiful and blinding smile. The way his eyes squished into cute crescents always made Jaemin's heart flutter—but then he'd open his mouth. Jeno was a nice person—but sometimes, he was full of bullshit. But then again, so was Jaemin.
He really loved Jeno, for everything about him. All his imperfections and all his flaws. He only wanted to just cuddle with him, not as "best bros", but as "boyfriends". Jaemin would often daydream about kissing Jeno and would wonder what his lips felt like. But he'd always get a slap in the face from reality upon waking up.
