"Nana? Genevieve waved her hand in front of the brunette. "Are you even listening to me?"
The simple answer to that question would be: No, I didn't hear a single word that came from your mouth. It wasn't like Jaemin was purposely ignoring his friend who had been kind enough to take him for a date (it really wasn't a date, both knew that Jaemin was as straight as circle, but both of them were affectionate enough with each other to call it that), but he simple couldn't help it.
He had only one thing on his mind.
"Jisung?" Jaemin examined the blonde boy. He looked better than the last state that he had seen him. Instead of wearing dirty and slightly torn clothes, with bruises on his face and blood under his nails, he was wearing a clean, Nike hoodie with black ripped jeans. His hair was styled and Jaemin noticed that he had the tiniest amount of eyeliner on his eyelids. "What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to give these back. I would've given it back the other day but, well, I was wearing them." Jisung shoved a pair of familiar looking sweatpants into Jaemin's chest and made to turn around but before he could escape, Jaemin gripped his wrist. The elder had a stupid, bright smile on his face yet said nothing. Jisung huffed and snapped, "What?"
The boy hummed, his once sweet smile turning into something sneakier. "You smell that?" Jisung sniffed the air only to be welcomed by the warm smell of syrup, and bacon and everything that just screamed home. He closed his eyes shortly, embracing the delicious smell before opening them and was greeted with the other's smug face. "My mom made more than enough, want to join?" Jaemin asked.
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A Little Too Much || Jaesung
Fanfic𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. Park Jisung is nothing if not obsessive; and his new obsession is a...