Death Threat

❤ Nine

Three years ago

Jeno's POV

"Lee Jeno, you little fuck! Where were you? The movie started ages ago, what's the point of watching it now?"

"Sorry. I was going to leave my house about an hour ago."

"Okay, and..?"

"Yeah."

"What?! What kind of half-assed excuse is that?"

"Since this movie is almost over, let's go watch another one."

"What the heck? Is this why you came late? You didn't want to watch My Little Pony with me?"

"Obviously. Look, it's for little girls and it's embarrassing for me to watch it."

"It's not embarrassing, shut up."

"Not for you, you look like a little girl--"

"Jeno." The boy infront of me glared while balling up his fists, ready to square up.

"Renjun." I grabbed his fist and pulled him towards the cashier.
"Let's just watch James Bond. At least it's interesting."

He pulled his fist away and nodded angrily.
"Next time, I choose the movie."

"Bold of you to assume I'm coming to the movies with you again."

"Fine, I'll just go with Chenle instead--"

"Can I help you?"
A black-haired boy, possibly the cashier, had his head propped up on his arms lazily on the coutertop, his voice as monotonous and bored as his expression. He scanned us both up and down briefly before locking eyes with me, waiting for an answer. I didn't realise I was staring until Renjun elbowed my arm and I broke out of the trance his gaze had on me.

"Yeah, can we have two tickets for James Bond?"

"Mkay." He pointed to the computer monitor infront of us without even looking up from the one infront of him.
"Which seats do you both want?"

Almost all of the seats had been booked, so we had to choose seats which were far away from each other. Not that either of us mind since we couldn't talk during the movie anyways.

"This movie better be worth missing My Little Pony," Renjun huffed and the cashier boy looked up from his screen and grinned.

"Believe me, it's not."
He handed us the tickets before getting up from the chair.
"Sweet or salted?"

"Huh?"

"He means the popcorn, dumbass. I want sweet."

"I'll.. have salted."

He nodded before he went to get our popcorns and drinks.

"At least try to be subtle with your staring."

"What? I wasn't staring."

"Of course you weren't."

".. Hey, Renjun, we're friends, right?"

"What do you want?" He furrowed his brows as he folded his arms.

"Ask his name for me."

"What? Are you shy?" Renjun giggled and earned a smack on his arm from me.
"Alright, fine, but you'll have to watch my movie with me tomorrow."

"No way."

"Come on. Besides, you'll get to see him again," he nudged my shoulder before wiggling his brows up and down.

I ruffled my hair as I contemplated whether it would be worth it and in the end, decided to accept his offer.

"Okay, but I'm wearing a mask and looking very lowkey tomorrow."

"The parents are gonna think you're a pedophile."

"I'm losing my reputation either way, aren't I?"

"Here are your popcorns and drinks. Have a nice day."
His voice had gone back to the same tone as when he had first greeted us.

Renjun cleared his throat as he accepted his portion of the order from the boy and flashed him a smile before asking him the question.

"Can I know what's your name?"

The boy looked up, surprised, before his lips curled up into a toothy-grin, melting my heart on the spot. He pointed to his name tag and I internally facepalmed myself for making the offer with Renjun, who had already thanked the boy and was making his way inside.

I kept repeating the boy's name in my head as I followed behind Renjun. I turned back to look at the boy and saw him smiling to me as he waved, to which I quickly turned my head forward and ran up to Renjun.

I knew that that boy's face, together with his name will be stuck in my head for the next few days and I found myself wanting to learn more about him that just his name. A name which had a sweet melody to it and rolled off my tongue beautifully.

Na Jaemin.

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A/N:
Chapters with the heart before the chapter number are the past.
Chapters with the heart after are during the present time.