Angel's Kisses

>nine

"Jisung," Jaemin calls, draping himself over the younger boy's back. "You wouldn't lie to me, right?"

Jisung tries his best to be nonchalant.

"I don't have anything to hide," he says, hoping it sounds convincing. Jaemin knows him like the back of his hand, and this is the one time he hates that fact.

Jisung doesn't want to have to explain why he is, in fact, lying to him about this thing, why he's keeping a secret from him.

It's just not his place to tell. And it most definitely isn't the right time for him to know.

This secret that Jisung had been hiding from Jaemin since the day he met him, it's detrimental. It could ruin everything for Jaemin— And making him upset is the last thing Jisung wants.

Jaemin loves him a lot. More than Jisung thinks he deserves, especially because he's keeping such a big part of Jaemin's past a secret from him. But he's not ready to let go of that affection yet, not until he prepares himself for Jaemin probably hating his guts after he tells him the truth.

The truth is a scary thing, and to Jisung, it's even scarier when there's Na Jaemin on the line.

"That's what I thought," Jaemin coos happily, pinching Jisung's cheek affectionately.

He always used to say that it irritated him, but when he thinks about it in the long run, he's not ready to say goodbye to these little loving and teasing touches.

Not yet.

"I knew I shouldn't have even begun to listen to what that monster had to say."

When Jaemin adds that, Jisung's senses are on high alert. He feels adrenaline pumping through his veins, and sudden anxiety washes over him.

"Who?" He asks, trying to keep nonchalant, despite shaking in the cold fear which had consumed him.

"Jeno," Jaemin answers, rolling his eyes to accentuate how annoyed he is at the mere mention of the other's name. "That brat."

"What did he say?" Jisung asks as a follow up, hoping he comes off as more curious than horrified. When Jaemin looks at him skeptically, he knows he has to think of something fast. "He was my best friend in one life y'know? I just wanna know," he justifies, hoping it's enough.

And it is, Jaemin is a sap at heart and a sucker for these types of stories. One day, it's really gonna bite him the ass, but until that day, Jisung will indulge in him.

"He just said some stupid stuff about knowing something about and me knowing something about him," the older boy explains hotly, seemingly already getting riled up.

Jisung didn't know he despised Jeno this much.

He didn't think Jaemin could despise anyone this much.

"Can you believe him? He even accused you of lying! He doesn't deserve to have been your friend Jisungie, I don't like him."

Jisung takes in the way there's a very clear tone of distaste in Jaemin's voice, takes in the way Jaemin sounds like he'd much rather swallow sandpaper than let Jeno's name roll off of his tongue one more time.

He doesn't get it; doesn't understand how angel Na Jaemin can hate someone this much. For one, angels aren't designed to be capable enough to embody this much negativity towards someone, but with each new time Jaemin talks about Jeno, it seems like his hatred grows tenfold. For two, angels shouldn't be immune to the wrath of a demon, it's only natural that you'd cower in the presence of something from the underworld. But Jaemin doesn't bat an eye at Jeno, even Donghyuck, Satan's own flesh and blood.