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HEARTBEAT. animating unifying force
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"THIS DAY IS SO FUCKING WEIRD," Jaemin cussed under his breath, collapsing on the bed and then bouncing back a little due to the softness of the mattress. "Right? I am so confused right now. Hyuck has seizures?" Renjun whispered, inching closer to the older. Jaemin faces the latter with soft eyes, resting his head on his arm. "We kind of discovered it one day. Something happened—" the younger paused, sucking in a breath. "It was really b-bad, and t-then he start-ted shaking and a-all,".
"Then why didn't you bring him to the hospital?" Renjun asked, concern entailed his tone. Jaemin pointed out that it was because of the storm, and the lack of money. The older took pity on him, his hand slowly taking Jaemin's, lacing their fingers together and holding it tight. "Hey, don't think about it much," Renjun said softly, his gaze centered on the latter. Jaemin's heart skipped a beat as the older flashes a hearty smile at him, noticing how his cheeks turn red at the slightest intimacy.
Shrugging it off, Jaemin asked, "Why did you take so long though?", his head slightly tilting. "Well, the flood was so high and we had to wait for it to go down a bit. It was really hard to walk. We even had a hard time running through to get to the house. Mark was beyond worried, and kept on yelling out curses. Everything was crazy," Renjun finished off with a deep sigh, relieved that all the chaos was pretty much done. Jaemin was glad that his hyungs did so much just for them. To say the least, he felt lucky to have them by their side.
"Hey, pass me my pajamas please! I forgot them," Jeno yelled from inside the bathroom and knocked against the door. Jaemin sighed and sat up, grabbing his clothes from the night stand. He stood up, walking to the bathroom and opened the door. His eyes widen and his jaw dropped at the rather majestic sight before him.
Jeno, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, mouthed a "thank you" at the younger, and slowly closed the door in front of him. Jaemin gulped at the sight, seeing his perfectly lined abs and chest. His heart racing and his cheeks flushed, he walks back to the bed and burries his face under the covers, flustered as fuck.
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"S-Stop!" Chenle chuckles under his breath. Jisung continues poking his sides and his body lunges at different directions, as if electrocuted. "I-It tickles!" the older yelps, laughing at a high pitch. Jisung remains unbothered, loving how the boy flinches at every touch.
"Lele, you're so ticklish!" Jisung squeals at the barely-still boy, wiggling in the bed and jumping around like some maniac. Finally, he rests his arms back, Chenle breathing heavily. "Oh fuck—Oh!" Chenle yells, covering his wide open mouth with his hand. His eyes widen and so as Jisung's. "Holy shit dude... you cursed!" the younger shouted back, struck with shock and amazement. Chenle blamed the younger for getting used to swearing a lot. "It's your fault! You always swear right at my face, and now I'm getting used to it,".
