NCT Imagines

Jaemin

*ring ring ring*

huh? you thought to yourself, who the hell would be calling me right now? I check the caller id and answered, speaking in a sleepy tone.

"h-hello?"

"hey yn. I know it's early in the morning but can I come over to your house?"

you check the time and it was 5 am. you sighed, "sure, but why?"

"i'll tell you once you open your door"

your eyes widened. is he..?

"are you outside my house?!"

"yeah.... open?" you can hear him laughing a bit.

you hung up without saying a word, grabbed your pillow and blanket since it was cold and you walked downstairs. opening the door, you see a Jaemin dressed up for school. a hand holding the one strap of his backpack on his shoulder while the other hung loose. his hair and tie was messy as well.

he smiled at you, "good morning yn!!"

before you could say anything he ran into your house, throwing himself on the couch, "yah! who said you can come ov---"

you paused at your words remembering you said he could come over, "nevermind. im going to go change and wash up, dont do anything stupid, okay?" you looked at him while walking up the stairs, holding your pillow and blanket.

jaemin pov

I ran into her house and plopped onto the couch, wanting to be inside her house full with warmth and not standing outside in the cold. She tells me she's going to change and while she's speaking, I observe her. Looking at her up and down, I notice she's wearing a graphic tee, shorts, duck slippers, holding a rectangular white pillow, with a gray thin blanket. Her hair was messy, tied into a bun and her face looking so tired. As she walked up the stairs disappearing from my sight, I whispered to myself, "cute."

**

I went to wash up and get changed. I decided not to do my makeup since I was really lazy but I did my lashes since without mascara, I think I look really ugly.

I wore a college hoodie, jeans that were ripped since I wore them a lot, and some white sneakers that looks a bit dirty. I undo my hair from the bun, brushed it out, then put my hair in a bun again. I'm tired, okay?

I pack my bag, got my phone and keys, closing my bedroom door, and walking downstairs.

I see a Jaemin in the kitchen, making breakfast. "what are you doing?" asking the obvious since I didn't know how else to approach him.

"making food. want some?" he places the toast on the plate, eggs on top or to the side, then with some fresh fruits.

I looked at the plate as Jaemin pushes the plate towards me, my stomach rumbled. "eat."

I did as he said and started eating it. It was delicious. After finishing, we decided to take my car to school since Jaemin walked here and it was really cold.

Arriving to school, I realized that everyone had eyes on us. Some giving us winks and glances, while others gave us stares and nasty looks. Hearing the whispers, I decided to do something. I look down at our hands, only centimeters apart. I intertwined my fingers with his and he looked at me with a confused face. I shrugged, not wanting to let go.

After 1st period, walking to your 2nd, you were thinking about what happened in class. The teacher wasn't there, instead a substitute. Sure, the teacher may be sick or needed to go somewhere but rumors were told that the teacher was murdered. Not nicely but brutally and that it was a student who killed her. So lost in your thoughts you didn't realize that an angry girl pushed you into the wall.