𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 ⁿᵒᵐⁱⁿ

thirteen

❲ lee jeno ❳

i took the paper from the elder's hand. "okay."

once i took the paper, i looked over my shoulder to see a puppy-eyed jaemin looking at me. my face flushed when i looked at him, but our moment was cut off by a loud phone ringing.

namjoon got up from his chair and walked to the vibrating phone. "namjoon," he placed his hands on his hips, groaning. "now? i have two students here."

"the next time you guys decide to have a meeting, and i'm not there to approve of it, i'll make you regret making that decision blindly."

he smashed the phone back on the holder, and ruffled his hair roughly. he stomped over to the coat rack near the door and looked over at us with an annoyed expression. "where are you going?" jaemin asked as he also stood up to walk to the nurse.

"fucking meeting," he mumbled under his breath, sighing another time. "i won't be back so please clean up for me."

jaemin nodded his head to reassure him.

the nurse then exited the room leaving an awkward silence. i turned around to see jaemin's tall body, i never noticed it but he has such broad shoulders. i was admiring him from the back, and i didn't even notice him turning around and staring right at me.

i felt my ears burn from me blushing.

making me look like a red samoyed, "why were you staring at me?" he said as he tried to get me to look at him. jaemin grabbed his chin and when he did that i covered my face with my pale hands.

"i-  i wasn't staring." i said as i was still covering my face.

he chuckled at me. "sure," he flirted. "also, i'm gonna have to clean the table. you can go rest on the bed, you don't have to help me." jaemin said as he got up from the chair and started to grab all the trash on the desk.

"i'll help you, i don't mind." i said as i also stood up from the chair. he walked over to the trashcan and rolled his eyes at me.

i felt something go in contact with my shoulder, and it caught me off guard. i flinched slightly, "you're hurt, i don't know why you're hurt so just rest."

i swatted his hand away and crossed my arms, but i guess he wasn't wrong. he doesn't know that his little friend took the time to stab me with a pencil because i supposedly got in his way.

"i can manage just fine, thank you very much."

before i could even turn around to grab something off the table, i felt myself getting lifted up in the air. i yelped loudly, and i noticed the situation.

na jaemin was carrying me bridal style.

my face turned bright pink, and i started to thrash in his arms.