drivethru [nct dream]

s1e13

saturday had already came rolling through. meaning that jisung had to wake up earlier for work.

he was already at the fast food place, and earlier than intended. as soon he rode into the lot, he hit the breaks on his bike and trailed it beside him the rest of the way.
on the way in, he saw jaemin skating around like he normally did.
jisung was about to say hi, but he saw him skate towards the front door, zooming inside.  he didn't pay much thought to it though, and just made sure to put his bike somewhere safe.

when he reached the door, he saw chenle leaning on the counter, laughing at something either donghyuck or mark had said. he could hear his laugh from outside, and it became even clearer when he stepped inside.

jisung never knew how much he liked hearing that laugh. not even in that moment.

it was when the front door closed shut that mark, donghyuck, jaemin, and chenle took notice in jisung's presence.

"hey, newbie!" donghyuck called, followed by a small wave from chenle.

jisung waved back, headed to the backroom. as he passed the counter, he looked back at chenle, who was tying up his skates. he saw his lips moving, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.
but he wasn't going to stay to figure out what he had been saying. not only did he feel like he would be invasive or nosy, but he needed to take off his jacket.

he was starting to sweat with how hot it was in there. jisung always wondered why it was so hot in sonic.

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"so jaemin came over again this week..." jeno started, not looking at renjun.

meanwhile, the older had stiffened up at jeno's words. he felt his stomach sink, as he tried to maintain his normal, unbothered expression that everyone was so used to.
he didn't say anything in return, but jeno kept going.

"we didn't really do much, though..." he went on. he looked over at renjun, who wasn't even facing him.

at this point, he listened to jeno talk about their night together for what seemed forever (it was actually about eight minutes). normally jeno would talk for hours—almost from start to end of their shifts— and he wouldn't mind it. it never bothered him while he was working... it almost helped him.

but hearing jeno talk about jaemin was what bothered him. no, renjun didn't hate jaemin. in fact, he didn't hate anyone there (although he was a bit suspicious of jisung. but that was mostly because he didn't know him enough.) but for some reason, hearing about jaemin and jeno's relationship just made him feel so... odd.

and he knew it was because of his repressed feelings for jeno. the more he kept hearing about jeno and jaemin together, the more those feelings began to come back in to light.
which was something renjun didn't want at all.

so, he headed towards the door of the backroom as jeno was still talking, intending to get away before things would got worse.

"renjun?"

before renjun could get to the door handle, the door was already swinging open. renjun stepped back a bit, seeing jisung at the door. the younger jumped back, clearly a bit startled.

"sorry, i uh..."
jisung kept stammering, before stepping to the side for renjun.
"you go first."

renjun didn't even look at him, walking straight past without a word.
as he turned the corner to where the counter was... where jaemin was.

he was about to head to the kitchen, but he heard jaemin call him out.

"hey, renjun!"

renjun stopped in his tracks, slowly pivoting to face the group. he didn't feel like saying anything back. if he opened his mouth, he felt like everything on his mind would just slip out.

"is jeno still in the backroom by any chance?" jaemin asked him.

renjun swallowed the lump forming in his throat, as he just nodded and went to the kitchen as fast as he could.

as soon as he was out of any coworker's sight, he pressed his back against the cold, dirty walls. he let out shaky breath as he attempted to hold back tears. he ran his hands over his face, trying to just calm the fuck down.

"uh...renjun?"
jisung had already made his way to his station, only to see renjun with his head in his hands. to jisung, he looked beyond stressed out, which kind of concerned him.

renjun flinched at the voice, trying to regain his cold exterior. when he saw it was just jisung, he tried not to roll his eyes at him.

"are you o–"
but before jisung could even finish, renjun had got off the wall, turning towards his own station in the kitchen.

"o...kay..."