Remembering the Good Times • JaeNo/NoMin •

plan a

Chenles POV

Jesus Christ there are STICKS poking my ASS.

I don't think Hyucks idea of sitting in a fucking bush was a good idea.

I do nothing but look in the window anyways to make sure they don't look out and see us sneaking around like clown ninjas. Clearly there's no need for me because we have this down already, but Hyuck said that it's better safe than sorry, and I'm standing by that.

I sure hope Jisung isn't getting crushed by Jaemins fatass...

Jisung POV

Jaemin is heavy, but Doyoung is certainly heavier.

3rd person POV

Haechan and Renjun knock on the door, both nervous. Donghyuck isn't as afraid, but he's certainly not confident, which is odd for him.

Renjun is just not ready at all, and hopes Donghyuck knows what he's doing.

The door soon opens, and a middle-aged lady stands with raised eyebrows at the boys. Renjun awkwardly stands next to Donghyuck as the boy introduces himself in the limited Korean he knows.

"I don't know much Korean but I'm here to see if you had seen my cat. He's small, black, and has white...feet." He says and Mrs Lee narrows her brows and shakes her head.

"I haven't seen a cat. Maybe my husband has, here let me get him." She closes the door slightly and walks back into the house to get Mr Lee.

Meanwhile....

"His bitchass better open the fucking window." Taeil mumbles, throwing a rock up and watching as it taps the window and falls down. "Because I hope this even is his window."

"It is, I know it." Doyoung assures as he crosses his arms. They're waiting for someone to open up the window, preferably Jeno, and getting ready to climb up.

"Fuck it I'll do it myself." Jaemin grits his teeth, latching his fingers over the hook of the window sill and pulling himself up. The rest watch him with mouths wide open and he settles shakily on the small expanse of wood and starts to pry open the window.

It, to everyone's surprise, opens and Jaemin looks in and eventually climbs in and out of everyone's sight.

"He's insane." Mark sighs, rubbing his temples. Doyoung nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips and he leans close to Taeil, wrapping a hand around his waist.

"He knows what he's doing." Doyoung mumbles, bending down to kiss Taeils head as the older hums and types away at his phone, calling the police.

Inside the house, Jaemin feels confused. He has to be able to sneak around without getting caught, because it looks like he's in a bathroom.

Slowly but surely creeping to the door, he cracks it open a bit to peek into the place beyond. To his surprise he finds a bedroom. Simple walls and furniture, with a bed in the middle of the room. In said bed is a figure of a boy laying on his back, a hoodie drawn over his head as he flips onto his side and away from Jaemin.

Jaemin, as slowly and quietly as possible, opens the door enough for him to slip in and move to the bed. From where he stands he can see the boys black hair and hands that grip his knees. Sure, to some this may seem like a normal boy but to Jaemin, this is completely different.

"Jeno?" He whispers loud enough for him to hear, and the boy snaps his head to the side at the sound of his name. But more importantly, is that it sounds like Jaemin. Nonsense, he doesn't know where he is--