nahyuck; short stories

i'm here;

jeno had his ears plugged with his white airpods, jamming on his playlist as he leaned back to the seat. he sat at the side of the driver seat, choosing the place personally because he wanted to rest from their friends' hyper behaviour for a while.

chenle and jisung were bickering again, this time because they didn't want to share a bag of snack. which at the end, they still will eat them together, but what's chenji without a little drama? renjun himself sitting beside them at the back seat of the car, ignoring chenle's laugh and focus on his phone.

meanwhile jaemin and haechan sat together in the middle, each of them didn't say anything since the ride to their dorm started. haechan plugged in his airpods, listening to some music, while sighing and pulled down the cap he's wearing to cover down his eyes. he then leaned his head on the mirror, ignoring the feeling of discomfort. as long as he could avoid the burning gaze from jaemin, he even willing to hide under the seat.

"haechan-ah." jaemin called the tanned boy, as he intertwined their fingers together.

haechan tried his best to not answering him, and acted out as if he didn't heard the call.

jaemin turned his head to renjun as he felt he poked on his shoulder. the shorter mouthed a what's wrong? and pointed to haechan who'd been unusually quite during the ride. jaemin shrugged off his shoulder and let out a smile as a sign that he could handle the tanned male.

the silent conversation didn't went unnoticed by chenle, who's now looking up to haechan in front of him. he tilted his head, feeling somewhat concern about the older. he then felt a hand wrapped around his shoulder, and his head leaned on jisung's chest. jisung poked a snack in front of the chinese lips, and let out a cute giggle.

renjun didn't satisfied by jaemin's answer, he wanted to know what happened to his friend. but he also aware that haechan probably needed some space. it's crazy if he just forced the tanned male to speak out his problem. calming himself, he leaned back on his seat, hoping that jaemin could make haechan feel better.

jeno gazed up on the front mirror, looking up at their friends at the back. it's weird because they suddenly became silent and quite, so he taught all of them finally fell into some deep sleep. but as he saw the concern look on renjun's face, and jaemin was staring at haechan intensely, he could feel that something was wrong.

letting out a small sigh, jaemin embraced haechan in his arm forcefully to lean the boy on his chest. haechan struggled for a while but didn't say anything to reject him. the blue hair guy than stroked his hair to calm him down.

the cap he's wearing fell down on the floor, but he didn't seem to care about it. he then leaned closer to jaemin, hiding his face on the other's toned chest.

"i'm here," jaemin whispered to his ear, his finger didn't stop stroking haechan's hair.