𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗮-𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲:
❝𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘳𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦?❞
𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗲:
❝𝘺𝘦𝘴❞
or nineteen boys are split into three groups for a project. what could go wrong? apparent...
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"Where were you last night, Jaemin?" Renjun inquired, crossing his arms across his chest. He leant against the frame of the door to th nurses' ward, his eyes narrowed into a glare. Jaemin swallowed thickly, now in a slight panic.
Jaemin really was a shlimazl; he couldn't catch a break. He didn't really have the gall to tell Renjun that he went to a club, got illegally drunk and then had illegal sex—the shorter male would pummel him. Now, he was seriously conflicted. Should he lie his way out of this, or should he just confess that he fucked up?
Jaemin decided to go with the latter.
"I...hyung I fucked up." He croaked, his voice catching in his throat. His backside hurt, and so did his morality. He felt like he had no pride or morale left after what he foolishly decided to do last night. He couldn't even remember why he did what he did in the first place.
Renjun's features immediately soften at the younger's broken tone, unfolding his arms. "Are you okay? What happened?" He asked, concerned. Jaemin hung his head, hugging himself in shame.
"I...I got drunk. And...and I had sex with an older stranger." He admitted lowly, his voice quiet. Renjun stiffened, not entirely pleased with his answer. He straightened his posture, glaring downn at Jaemin who simply cowered in shame.
"You're a fucking idiot." Renjun bit out, his words hostile. Jaemin winced, knowing that Renjun was indeed correct. "What were you thinking?" He grabbed Jaemin's hand, causing the younger to look up at him with lachrymose eyes. "You could have been seriously hurt, Jaemin. You could have been kidnapped or given an STI or worse." Renjun inhaled sharply, immediately entwining their fingers, the younger still blatantly avoiding his gaze.
"I know. I don't know what I was thinking." He conceded slowly. "I don't think I was even thinking at all."
"No, you weren't," Renjun hissed. "You're smarter and better than this."
"I guess so," Jaemin murmured, raising his gaze. He did not meet Renjun's eyes, but instead peered around him into the nurses' ward. He blinked in confusion seeing Jisung franticaly dashing around the room. "So...what are you and Jisung doing here?" He asked, and Renjun paled.
"That's for me to know, and for you to not find out." Renjun snapped. "What were you coming here for?"
Jaemin flinched back, tearing his hand out of Renjun's. "Ice. For my back. And painkillers." He muttered. "But it's fine. I won't worry about it." He turned away, beginning to limp back to the dorm blocks.
Renjun watched him, desperately wanting to call out to him and help him with his injuries; but his stubborn side told him that Jaemin needed to grow up and learn from his mistakes. This was a mistake Jaemin caused himself, not anyone else.
As much as it pained him, Renjun closed the nurses' door behind him, trying to get his mind off Jaemin and back onto trying to calm Jisung down from hyperventilating.
