stray letters | nct jaemin.

eight | wake up.

"Jaemin!" Angie exclaims as she proceeds to shake Jaemin up from his sleep. "Wake up so I can put you back to sleep!"

"Oh, that's a great idea!" Renjun gushes, smiling at Angie as she yanks Jaemin back and forth.

Meanwhile, Jeno stares at them, jaw slack and eyes wide as if he just witnessed two grannies prancing around in hot pink thongs and party hats.

What a weird thing to witness at 1:27 am.

-----

"My dear friend, Angela Longbottom, why hath thou woken me up at such a distressful hour, while I was sound asleep?" Jaemin drawls sleepily, while he whips and naenae's somehow in his bed. (the author is on crack again.)

"Um, you called me all the way here to put you to sleep? And that's what I'm going to do," Angie retorts, hiding bubbling laughter underneath her ribs as she watches a sleepy Jaemin do all the trendy, yet outdated dances in his bed.

"But I was already asleep!" Tiredness causes his voice to slur and slide like wet jelly, making the situation even more hilarious.

"That's not my fault," she mumbles, clinging on to Renjun as they both stifle wild laughter as it slowly creeps up their throats.

Meanwhile, Jeno watches them with an unamused expression as his lidded eyes threaten to close. Oh, the type of things he and Renjun had witnessed since they started sharing a room with Jaemin, he can't even begin to explain how ridiculous it all is.

-----

"Okay, so you woke me up to put me to sleep. Genius." Jaemin tilts his head mockingly, his eyes still screaming for sleep as he raises his eyebrow at Angie.

"Yes..?" She looks around the room, realising that putting him to sleep will be a hard job if the other two are around. Jaemin notices her looking at them and suggests that they go to the rooftop to have a little chat about how the world was created and who invented mayonnaise.

All too sleepy to remember that Jaemin shouldn't get out of bed.

-----

"So you're saying, that mayo was invented by the French chef of the Duke de Richelieu in 1756?"

"Yes, but isn't it amazing how God created the world in just six days?"

"I know right? It takes me six days to even get out of bed!" Jaemin stares at the sky and blankly jokes before his eyes widen, "shit, I'm not supposed to leave the bed for another three days!"

"Wish I could relate," Angie mumbles to herself before she also realises that if Taeyong ever finds out, they're in deep, deep trouble. "Okay, you're getting back into bed, like, right now!"

The pair get up as carefully as they can and slowly make their way to the staircase, both wary of Jaemin and his back.

Thankfully, as it's almost 3 am, the NoRen pair are asleep and the two can freely talk to their heart's content, right in the bedroom.

They talk for another one and a half hours about Shetland ponies and how incredible all the buildings in Dubai look.

"Have you seen those tiny legs?? They look just like me!"

"Okay but you could literally see my beautiful face in all the shiny windows of each building in Dubai, it's crazy! The walls are made out of glass!"

"No way."

"And the Bunj, Borch, Buj... Budge, wait- how do you say it again?" Jaemin's dumbass tries hard to think of the name at 4 am, but fails.

"You mean, the Burj Khalifa? Yeah, I've been in it once- the building's taller than my self-esteem."

"It's taller than Johnny."

"Damn right, it is."

And the two of them fell asleep there and then, Jaemin's arm dangling out of the window (don't ask me how) and his long legs spread in different directions. At least Angie was a decent sleeper.

-----

"You have got to be kidding me! Why is Jaemin's arm outside of the FREAKING HOUSE?!"

"Stop exaggerating, Renjun! It's not like it came off or something. Maybe Jaemin flew in through the window and forgot to put his arm inside."

"Behold, my two last braincells talking to each other." Doyoung deadpans as he sadly eyes the two, wondering how on earth they all ended up in the same group.

"The question you should really be asking is, why is there a girl sleeping with Jasmine?" Lucas, who somehow broke into the Dream's Dorm, asks lightly.

"His name is Jaemin."

"Then, who is Nana?"

"ME. ME IS NANA." Jaemin shoots his eyes open and jolts up in bed, causing his arm to hit the window frame and Angie to fall off the bed with a loud thud.

Don't worry, this is the everyday life of NCT.