Head Down

◤twenty eight◢

"Okay."

Jeno bites his bottom lip.

"Are you sure—"

"Do you want me to say no?"

"No!"

Youngho jumps a bit at how loud Jeno's voice had become, throwing him a small glare before clearing his throat.

"Okay. We'll save your portion of dinner in the fridge for the next day. Have fun at your sleepover. That's enough then, why are you just standing frozen here?"

Now it's Jeno's turn to clear his throat, nodding at what Youngho says before stumbling a little while gathering his footing.

"Did you ask your mom?" Youngho asks as Jeno walks away.

"Y-Yeah." No.

Jeno takes a deep breathe as he walks back to his room, trying to calm his nerves a bit. He closes the door behind him, feeling himself relax a bit at the prospect of being alone.

Well, not really.

"You said you were going to get pretzels," Jaemin pouts, eyeing Jeno's empty hands.

His statement snaps Jeno out of his thoughts, and he's clearing his throat before making his way towards where Jaemin is, seated against the headboard of his bed.

"We didn't have any," he answers, climbing under the covers next to Jaemin. "Sorry."

"It's okay," the younger replies, leaning his head on Jeno's shoulder, letting himself close his eyes. Jeno can feel Jaemin's muscles fall lax one by one, can feel his boyfriend melting into his side. "Let's just stay like this," Jaemin mumbles, feeling drowsiness catch up on him.

Jeno only turns his head to the side when he feels Jaemin's even breathing against his neck. The older boy takes in Jaemin's pink hair, takes in the way his eyelashes fan out long and pretty against the highs of his cheeks.

Subconsciously, Jeno's hand makes its way up to Jaemin's hair, playing with the fringe for a few seconds before pushing it out of the younger's eyes.

"Pretty," he finds himself muttering, smile gracing his lips gently. He leaves a barely-there kiss on Jaemin's forehead, letting his lips hover over the skin there. "One day, I'll do this whole relationship thing the right way," he continues. Jeno lets his eyes fall shut as well, let's himself relax against the headboard. "I'll love you properly, my sweet Nana." He whispers, voice fading softer and softer as each word slips past his lips. "'M too fucked for that now. Just wait for me, Na Jaemin."

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"Mark Lee, stay back a moment please."

Mark feels his blood run cold, and in the back of his mind, he thinks about how that's been happening way too often. Nonetheless, he packs his bag slower than he normally would've, lets everyone else leave the classroom before he tentatively makes his way to the front of the classroom, where the teacher's desk is.

His eyes are trained on his beat up sneakers, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, where he chews it raw. His hands are shoved in his jeans pockets, trying to make himself look more put together, when in reality, he's picking at his cuticles in his pockets.

He has to give himself a speech in his mind, as embarrassing as that is, just to make sure he doesn't fuck things up again and make himself look like a fool.

Mark clears his throat once he's standing in front of the teacher's desk, making his presence known.

"Take a seat," Taeil says, smiling sweetly. Mark's brain takes a few seconds to fully process Taeil's words, but once he has, he's scrambling to put his ass on a chair. So much for not making himself look like a fool. He can hear Taeil laugh at him, but he makes the conscious decision to ignore it, just for his own pride.