√ mask on | lee haechan

13

"Yoojin? Hey, are you okay?" You turned to look at Jaemin holding a plastic bag in his left hand. You wiped your tears with the back of your palm quickly, "Oh, Jaemin. What are you doing here?"

"Buying some stuff for mum, and you?" his eyebrow raised, observing your tear-stained cheeks, "Wait, you don't look okay, let's go and sit at the park."

Jaemin patted the seat next to him, you complied to sitting next to him. He took out a bottle of cold mineral water, twisting open the cap for you. "Why were you crying?" his voice soothing you as he handed you the water.

You gulp down the liquid, quenching your thirst after the run making Jaemin chuckled.

"No, it was nothing. I was just on a run around the neighborhood" You lied and of course Jaemin knew.

A sigh escaped his lips but he didn't want to push you just to satisfy his inquiry. "I'll drop you home," Jaemin offered. You unintentionally choked on the water, spurting out some of it.

"No, no! It's completely fine! I live nearby," You decline. Jaemin lips turned upside down, feeling dejected "Oh, okay then. I'll head home first. Mum is waiting,"

You watched as his figure disappeared, a palm rested on your chest to calm your nerves. No one can know you live with Haechan.

Arriving at Haechan's front door, you entered the passcode to the house, which was your birthdate. Is it really a coincidence? Or was it on purpose? But why?

You padded to your room, eyes grew shocked to see Haechan sitting on your bed. He instantly got on his feet, hiding something from your view at his back.

"Wh-where were you?" Haechan stuttered making you chuckle at his cuteness. You took off your denim jacket, neatly hanging it on the chair. "Did you do something wrong? Why are you stuttering?"

He rolled his eyes, dropping something on your bed before leaving the room. "It's yours,"

You glanced at the box on your bed to find it's a smartphone. You gasped, grabbing the phone, and rushed to his room, knocking.

"Honestly, what has gotten into you being all nice with me?" you frowned, turning over the new model. He flung the door open, scoffing, "Do I need a reason to be nice?"

You hesitated, "It's just you are acting weird nowadays," You mentally cursed for sounding timid, not looking in his eyes.

The corner of his lips tugged into a smirk as he leaned in closer, immediately regretting it since he had a hard time holding back the urge to kiss you, "And why does that bother you?" He whispered.

You looked up, giving him a death glare, "The Haechan I know is a brat, and this is just different,"

Haechan noticed how you were fidgeting under his stare and he thought you were uncomfortable. He pulled away. You sighed in relief.

"If this is because of the kiss we had yesterday, forget it. I don't like you in that way," His world came crashing down at your statement.

He bits his inner cheek from embarrassment, "Did I say anything?"

He slammed the door shut right in front of your face.

Haechan crashed on his bed, arms over his forehead as a tear cascaded from his right eye, "Did I just get rejected?"

Later that night Haechan finally decided to come out from his room, only witnessing Jisung doing his homework while watching the tv. More like, the homework was watching tv with Jisung.

He sighed, looking at the dining table, a meal prepared there.

Jisung glanced at the older, "That's dinner," And went back to the tv. "Of course I know, do you think I'm a fool?" Haechan hissed, walking over to the table. His stomach grumbled, begging to be fed.

"Truthfully, you look like one," Jisung giggled, trying to mess with Haechan. The boy grinned at Haechan's attempt to scare him.

"I hope you'll have decent sleep tonight, Park Jisung"

Jisung turned to Haechan, a teasing smile appearing on his face. "You won't do anything if Yoojin noona is sleeping with me,"

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