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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Jaemin chewed on his nails. He was alone in the library, just waiting for his hyungs to show up for this...meeting about their problem. It was affecting Chenle and Jisung, and that wasn't fair on them. Jaemin knew it was his fault—he should have just put up with the pain and stayed quiet.
But he knew he couldn't. He was so in love with Jeno that seeing him with anyone else would just hurt too much. He also felt horrible for Renjun.
He knew Renjun felt the same way for him that he felt for Jeno. Renjun was hurting, and Jaemin couldn't do anything about it. He didn't want to just say yes and date him on a whim, it would only hurt Renjun more if he did that.
Shuffling in a seat beside him broke him from his trance from staring blankly at a bookshelf, and he turned his head to look at Jeno. Jeno offered him a small smile, his eyes slightly squishing into cute crescents. Jaemin felt his heart tighten and squeeze, breath catching in his throat.
He was so in love, it hurts.
He looked away, cheeks burning red. Someone sat on the seat on the other side of him, and he felt his lungs constrict tightly. He glanced over at Renjun who was watching him with a kind yet intense gaze.
He stared at his hands placed in his lap. He felt so awkward, so out of place. Anxiety was creeping up his nerves and making his breath come out laboured.
Someone sat in the seat in front of the three boys. They all looked up to see Johnny looking at them. He crossed on leg over the other, folding his arms.
"I think this talk will be good," he said softly. The three boys look at each other, glances quick.
"...are you sure?" Jaemin asked quietly. He'd rather not be here at all, and he'd rather not have anything to do with Renjun and Jeno.
Jeno shot him a pointed look, frowning. Frowns certainly did not suit the older's handsome face. "It will do some good, Jaemin."
"What if it doesn't?" He snapped, crossing his arms across his chest. Renjun glanced at him, also frowning.
"It will, Jaemin. Stop being a glass-half-empty kind of person." He muttered, tilting his head. His soft blonde hair fell across his neck, and Jaemin could see Jeno look away with red cheeks in his peripherals. He scoffed, crossing one leg over the other and folding his arms across his chest.
"You're fucking whipped," Jaemin snapped under his breath. Jeno's head snapped to look at the younger, eyebrows raised.
