𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 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...
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JAEMIN STUTTERED, "W-WHAT are you talking about?" His mellow-toned voice cracked, making it unusually high and squeaky and he quickly covered his mouth with his palm in embarrassment.
Chuckling, the blonde responded, "I mean exactly what I said, go get them!" He responded, pointing to the front door with a gleam of excitement in his eyes.
The boy was in shock. Perhaps he was still used to the stoic and cold boy he first met in the alleyway, and he wasn't used to this surprising amount of kindness. Of course, it's not like Jisung was ever directly mean or rude to him, but it seemed like a whole new world. Every time they seemed to get closer, Jaemin thought of it as a miracle.
He wondered why Jisung wanted to do this. Not to mention, he couldn't possibly accept this offer.
Sure, Jeno's mother has bought him clothes before but these were his siblings they're talking about here. Not to mention, it's different! Jeno is his best friend but Jisung . . . well, he actually has feelings for Jisung! There, he said it. He has feelings for Jisung. Groaning internally, Jaemin shakes his head. Deciding to distract himself from his intruding thoughts (he finds himself doing that a lot) he tries to convince the other that he doesn't have to do this, but Jisung leans over him and unbuckles his seatbelt, his fingers grazing his upper thigh. His stomach feels tingles inside when he gets a whiff of his cologne.
Having no other choice, Jaemin gets out of the car and into his small home, where his mother is sitting on the couch and his siblings are building Lego's on the floor. It's a mess, with little blocks littered all over the carpet that'll be probably sucked in by the vacuum but for once his mom doesn't seem to be bothered by it.
Hearing the door shut, Mrs. Na turns her head and smiles. "Hi, baby," She says and opens her arms for a hug.
Jaemin leans down to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek before saying, "Is it alright if I take the kids shopping?"
His mom quirks a brow, curiosity dancing across her face. "How do you plan on doing that?"
A light pink blush dusts his cheeks and he scratches his neck nervously. Chuckling, he says, "Um, my friend is going to drive us."
