stray letters | nct jaemin.

seven | once again.

"Angie...about that story you told me last night-"

"Oh? What about it?"

"It was amazing. Can you read it to me every night?" Jaemin looks down at the small figure sitting next to him, busy making memes out of said boy's face with pictures that she took of him last night while putting him to sleep.

He notices what she's doing and yanks the phone out of her minuscule hands, staring in amusement at what he sees on her screen.

"Angie, where did you get these pictures from??"

"I can't read that story to you every night, Jaem," she proceeds to change the topic, "I made it up on the spot!"

"Well, make it up again. Write it down if you have to!"

And that's exactly what she'll do.

-----

"Hey, Jasmine! Guess who's free today?" Renjun shimmies into the room, wiggling his eyebrows and throwing finger guns at Jaemin.

"Lemme guess, Donghyuck?"

"No, you fat baboon. It's me!" He exclaims as he jumps onto Jaemin's bed, almost making him fall off in the process. "And anyways, Donghyuck's probably busy with Mark."

"I don't need you," Jaemin huffs while sticking his chin up in the air childishly, "I have Angie."

And it was as if they shared some sort of telepathy. Without using words, Renjun somehow told Angie to leave them alone together for some time.

Angie figured that she could use this time to write Jaemin's beloved story, the one that magically sent him off to dreamland.

-----

"So, Jaemin. How's the girl?" Renjun began, once again wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, but instead, they look like two slugs trying to have a dance battle.

"She's great! Super sweet and for once, thanks to her I was able to sleep."

"You mean we keep you up all night?" Renjun scoffs, dramatically putting his hand up to his chest.

"Yeah, the weird sounds you guys make keeps me up all night- I'M KIDDING!" Jaemin bursts into a fit of laughter once he sees Renjun's unreadable expression, before continuing, "I just have trouble sleeping, that's all."

"I see... Can Jeno and I help you with that?" Renjun's eyebrows begin to have a seizure.

"Quit doing that or your eyebrows will fly away and join Mark's seagull ones!!" Jaemin smacks Renjun's face with a pillow, thus engaging in a pillow fight.

And if weird screeches and high-frequency screams were heard that night, no one cared.

-----

"Now let's see, how did I start the story again?" Angela mumbles to herself, a pen twisting through her fingers repeatedly as her mind hovers over last night's events.

As slow as a government's processes, she starts writing with an uneven pattern, her flow of thought being interrupted by daydreams and potholes in the story. The ink not-so-smoothly glides over the pearl white paper, sometimes scratching out spelling mistakes or badly worded sentences.

After a few hours, she had only completed a couple chapters, but regarding the fact that it was a short story, she felt satisfied with the amount that she had written and decided to stop there.

She receives a call at 1 am.

"Jaemin? Why're you calling me?"

"I can't sleep~"

"Why do you keep saying it like that?"

"IT'S A STRAY KIDS SONG YOU UNCULTURED FRIDGE MAGNET!"

"Alright, alright. I'm coming over."

And with that, she grabs her car keys and drives through the pitch-black night, only the moon and a couple of flickering street lights guiding her way.

She can't explain the wild beating of her heart, the way it pounded right out of her ass as she turned corners.

Jaemin does wild things to her blood pumper.

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"I'm here Jaems!" She whisper-shouts into the phone, not wanting anyone to hear her.

"I'm coming Ange-"

"JAEMIN WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?"

"RENJUN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND OPEN THE DOOR!"

"WHAT DOOR?"

"THE MAIN DOOR YOU CRAB NUGGET!

Renjun's coming sweetie!" Jaemin's tone changes drastically as he switches the person he's talking to.

"Um, okay." Angie ends the call when she hears feet dragging towards the door. It opens to reveal a zombie-looking Renjun wearing an oversized blue hoodie, the strings pulled completely so only his nose and eyes are visible.

"Come in, my child." He muffles through the hoodie, before going back to shuffling all the way back to his room.

Cute, she thought, as she watched him waddle like a penguin over to Jaemin.

"Jaemin I'm here- what the fuck he's already sleeping."

"Retard."