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lee jaehwa
Jae swallows nervously, the male beside him grinning towards him, oblivious to his fearful look. "Joonie, this is Lee Jaehwa," Hoseok introduced Jae to Namjoon, who still had an unsettling smile resting on his face nodded towards Jae, acknowledging him.
"Name's Namjoon," He muttered, his long fingers playing with a pencil, his tongue poking the side of his cheek. His eyes moved down Jae's figure, causing the boy to squirm and take the seat next to Namjoon after Hoseok persisted.
Jae took out all of his Math materials, setting them neatly on his desk. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he looked over to see Namjoon right next to his face, the stoic look on his face making Jae cower back.
"Let me borrow a pencil," Namjoon murmured, holding up the one that he snapped in half a few seconds ago. The class had begun and Jae was busy writing his notes when Namjoon leaned over. He quickly searched for a pencil and gave it to Namjoon, his fingers shaking slightly. The older boy raised a brow, looking towards Jae once more.
"I'm not going to bite you, little one," Namjoon reassured Jae with a chuckle. "Unless you want me to," He winked. Jae grew red at the flirtatious comment, turning back around in his seat, going back to work.
Suddenly, there was a tap on his shoulder, and he glanced over to Hoseok, who had a smile on his face. "Where'd you get that scar?" He pointed to the one on his collarbone. Jae reached up to touch it, blinking a few times at the question.
"When I was younger, I was running around a pool and slipped and fell on the edge of the pool. I had a nasty cut, but now it's just a tiny scar," He chuckled softly. Hoseok nodded his head, a small smirk playing on his lips.
Sudden dread washed over Jae.
He's only told that story to Yugyeom and the people over his camboy live. Jae felt unease in his stomach and he wanted to throw up.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jae repeated in his head, letting out a shaky sigh. He pursed his lips and kept glancing over at Hoseok, who looked as if he had won a Gold Medal in the Olympics.
"Baby boy," The nickname sent shivers down his spine and he turned towards the owner of the voice. Namjoon. "Continue your work," Namjoon ordered to which Jae quickly obeyed. That seemed to satisfy Namjoon to know he was obedient.
Jae was having problems. First, he was stressed that Hoseok knew his secret. Second, this damn problem he's on won't work out. He's tried it seven million times but nothing seems to click. A frustrated sigh left his lips, resting his cheek on his palm. He pursed his lips as he erased the problem for the millionth time, the paper beginning to thin from the many times he's erased and started over. He rewrote the problem, glancing back at his notes, trying to understand the steps.
