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3RD PERSONS VIEW
Crushes. Jaemin hated them. He hates the feeling and idea of it all, not to be bitter about love itself but he just didn't want to see himself in a difficult situation. However, here he was, being interrogated by his own love-life by Mark Lee. The older boy held a threatening gaze towards the blue-haired boy, "Look, if you do, well, it seems like you do. Just know that I want the best for Minjun, though have just met through this camp, she has become my little sister, okay?"
"Uhh what does that have to do—"
"I need to make sure you're going to treat her right!" Mark clapped and leaned away, a big grin plastered back onto his face.
Jaemin sighed, chuckling nervously, "Look, she's- well...she's-" an exasperated sigh left his lips, annoyed by how he couldn't continue his sentence. Somehow, every time he thought of her, it felt different. He tried to list things to hate her and these little things came out like a sorr of admiration towards the girl.
I don't like Minjun. I don't have a crush on Minjun.
He kept on repeating those words in his mind like a nonstop chant.
"Well?" Mark raised a brow, waiting for Jaemin to finish his sentence but let out a hearty laugh when he couldn't. "Look, you may not admit it right now but sooner you'd realize it, I just hope you realize it sooner before someone else..." He trailed off with a little smile, grabbing his towel from his own bed and slinging it over one shoulder. "Just- just think about it, Jaem. I don't want you to regret anything."
The bathroom door made a click sound and the door opens wide as Minjun steps out with her damp blue hair, a towel draped over her head, her right hand gently ruffling it to dry up. She smiles at the two boys; Mark grinned at her whilst Jaemin gave a forced one. "Did I take too long? Sorry, it just really feels refreshing to shower after being in the woods."
"No, no, it's okay. We just talked that's all!" Mark waved her off, heading straight into the bathroom.
"Hmm? Really? What did you talk about?"
"Nothing—" "About who's your favorite boy!" Jaemin's eyes grew wide like saucers, mouth parted in shock after hearing what Mark had just blurted this time.
Minjun's eyebrows instantly furrowed together, her hand stopped mid-air and she gave them both a bewildered look. "My favorite boy?"
Jaemin sighed, facepalming as Mark nodded his head eagerly, "Yes! Who is your favorite boy! Jaem's being so full of himself, he believes that he is your favorite boy." He said smugly, giving side-glances towards the blue-haired boy, and only chuckled when he saw him deadpanning.
