𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈. ⚣ 2Jae

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Youngjae ;
Can you pls come to my house?

Jaebum;
It's really late in the night Youngjae

Youngjae;
jaebongi pls?

Youngjae;
Pls tell me when you are here, okay?

Youngjae;
Okay? I mean it.

Jaebum;
Okay Youngjae, I'm coming.

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The older sleepily yanked the covers off of himself. The harsh coldness smacked his skin as he quickly pulled his hoodie over himself to keep warm. He pushed his legs into his sweatpants and slid his shoes on before sneaking out of the house into his car.

As he drove his mind went wild. He consistently tousled his messy hair over, He didn't know what Youngjae could've possibly wanted. It wasn't made known what someone could be calling you for at 3 Am. There were no rules to anything. Whatever happens, happens. And this sentence alone was eating Jaebum alive.

His anxiety grew even more as his car finally resides in front of the Choi Residence.

Jaebum;
I'm here.

He quickly texted before he made any further movements. He didn't want to make himself more nervous than he actually was. He flipped away his hair for the forty sixth time, blinking to keep himself upright. He waited a couple of minutes before double texting.

Jaebum;
Youngjae? I'm outside

The other didn't hesitate to text again, anxious to see what the younger wanted. What happened? Why out of all people, it was Jaebum that he texted? Jaebum couldn't help but to think lower of himself. He never thought he was worthy of the attention he was getting. Especially from Youngjae. He couldn't help but to notice that Youngjae hadn't texted back.

He unbuckled his seat belt, walking up to the doorstep of the house. He only held his finger up to the doorbell before hearing a stick snap in the distance.

Jaebum;
Youngjae, open the door

He texted once more, his heart now beginning to pound. He nervously ran his fingers through his strands, thinking of everything Youngjae could've possibly been doing right now.

Working on a song, maybe.

Studying?

Or He could've fell asleep.

But Jaebum would never know, and this was making his mind spin. He thought of Youngjae. He thought of his voice, he thought of his delicate features and his adorable face, he thought of Youngjae being hurt.

He couldn't take it.

Constant phone calls, and FaceTiming, but the calls never went through. He texted a couple of more times and even waited minutes for replies, yet nothing.