IT WAS PROBABLY about twelve in the morning when the blonde boy's peaceful sleep got interrupted by his obnoxious ringtone. Groaning, he turns around and slaps his hand around his bedside table in attempts to find his phone, and quickly puts it up to his ear when he felt the vibration in his hand.

"Hello?" He answered drowsily.

"Come outside."

At the sound of Jaemin's heartbroken voice, the younger's eyes immediately opened wider. He nodded his head and ended the call. Throwing his covers to the other side, he quickly put on his slippers, and rushed down the long stairs, and opened the door quietly where he was met with the sight of Jaemin hunched over, sitting on the curb of his driveway, hiccuping and crying.

"What happened?" Jisung asked as soon as he reached the elder, sitting next to him.

Jaemin looked up and groaned with pain. "God, Jisung, I-" He pauses to catch his breath. "I fucked up," He admitted.

The younger boy hated to see this sight — his friend in so much distress. He knew he wanted, no, he needed to do something about it. Jisung wrapped his arms around the other, pulling him into a comforting embrace. It was the least he could do.

"Let's go inside first, yeah?" He questions, helping the elder stand up on wobbly knees.

Sniffling, Jaemin asks, "Are your parents still not home?"

"They won't be back until the morning." He answers.

"I'll be gone before that . . ."

Jisung just nods as he guides the other to his front door, quietly opening and shutting it before taking them both up the stairs and into his familiar room. His television is still on, playing an episode of The Simpson's, and he can already sense Jaemin's relief.

He lets the boy sit on his bed, and pulls out a pair of sweatpants and a comfy shirt. "Now you get to borrow my sweats." He giggles, remembering one of their first few interactions where he had to borrow the elder's bottoms. It felt like such a long time ago.

He can't believe how far they've come.

Jaemin nods his head, and the younger turns around out of courtesy for his friend to change peacefully. After being told that he can turn back, his heart suddenly beats faster at the sight of Jaemin in his clothes.

The sweats cover his feet, seeing as Jisung is a bit taller than Jaemin, and he looks adorable in it.

But now's not the time to coo. Not when Jaemin's face is drenched in tears.

They both sit criss-cross on the bed, facing each other. Jisung reaches for Jaemin's hands. "Now, tell me what really happened?"

"It's about Jeno. . ."

Immediately after hearing the bastards name, Jisung feels his whole body heat up in anger.

"What'd he do?"

"It isn't what he did! It's what I did!" Jaemin wails, taking his hands away to cover his red face with them. He takes a haggard breath, trying to collect himself before looking back up, tears welling up in his eyes. "We had a fight . . ." He admits.

The blonde is shocked, to say the least. He's never seen Jaemin in this kind of state. He's always so happy, so confident, and so sure of himself and to see him in such a wrecked state was a jab at his heart — not to mention, it was all because of Jeno.

Stupid, piece of shit. He thought.

"He's mad at me, I-" Jaemin wipes a rolling tear off of his cheek. "I hurt him so bad, Jisung." He says.

Furrowing his brow, Jisung ask, "How could you possibly hurt him, Nana?" He asks, using that nickname for the first time. It sounded foreign rolling out of his tongue, but he liked it.

"He confessed . . ." Jaemin whispers.

Eyes widening, Jisung stutters, not quite knowing what to say in his state of shock. He felt betrayed, almost. How could the guy he hates the most confess to his love, before he could? His pride was hurt, and he couldn't stand the fact that this . . . . this fool had the nerve to confess to Jaemin!

Don't act irrationally, Jisung. You can take care of it later. He convinced himself. He couldn't let his emotions take over his state of mind, not when the brunette needed him more than ever.

Pulling the boy closer to him and allowing him to lay on his chest (essentially switching the roles from earlier), he runs his hands through the boy's hair softly. He feels Jaemin's chest heave up and down, until he finally relaxes into Jisung's touch, and begins to breathe normally.

Jisung stares at his T.V, waiting for the brunette to calm down. Once his breathing patterns turn back to normal, Jisung says, "You know, I think I was about ten when my parents first sent me to therapy."

The brunette glanced at him, and raised a brow. "Yeah?" His voice was scratchy, and rough from crying.

"Yeah," Jisung mumbles. "I kept getting in a fight with this kid. No reason, really. He just irked me. So my parents thought I should get help for my anger." He admitted.

The boy isn't quite sure why he's sharing this information, as he's never really been one to let people into his personal life. He's never wanted people to know about his issues, or his vulnerabilities, but he felt that it was okay if Jaemin knew. After all, the boy did just have a near breakdown in front of him. It was the least he could do to make him feel comfortable. Or at least, not the only odd man out.

"Did it work?" Jaemin inquires.

Jisung shrugs. "Not really. I still have trouble with it."

When he said 'not really,' he meant to say, 'not at all.' If anything, those therapy lessons only made him feel more angry. It took time away from his passions, like dancing and drawing, and it only made him feel like an outcast. Not to mention, his parents never listened to the therapist in the first place.

She was nice (the therapist). Her name was Ms. Chung, and she always smiled at the blonde and was very patient with him. But one day, she suggested that his parents should sit with him during a session, to get a better understanding of their son, but they never did. They were either to busy with his father's business, or just didn't care.

Eventually, Ms. Chung figured that Jisung no longer needed therapy. Or, maybe she was just tired of listening to his complicated life and emotions. After two years of therapy, she let him go and encouraged him to continue expressing himself through a journal or art.

He never did that.

He lost interest in it. The anger issues, and the anxiety only got worse. He could never control it, he only got better at hiding it. The never-ending anxiety about absolutely-fucking-nothing, or the panic attacks about his parents being home, or school. The sudden surges of anger, where anything and everything just pisses him off, and seems too much, or overstimulates him. It all became easier to hide rather than actually fixing it.

Interrupting his thoughts, Jisung found himself speaking again, "I never felt like I belonged in this house, or this life. But with you . . . it's different."

Jaemin smiles, and rests his head on his shoulder. "Thanks for telling me that, Sungie."

Nodding, the blonde glances at the clock. 1:45 AM. "It's late. You should probably get some sleep." He suggests.

"Oh, right," Jaemin attempts to get up from the bed, only to be pulled right back down. He glances at the other, "What're you doing?"

Avoiding eye contact, Jisung says, "Just stay here. It's too dangerous for you to walk home at this time."

With his heart fluttering, the brunette smiles and nods his head. The two boys get under the warm blankets, and Jaemin turns to his right side, attempting to take as little space as possible. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, still feeling a little anxious from earlier events, but widens his eyes in surprise when he feels a pair of long arms wrap around his waist protectively.

"Goodnight," Jisung mumbles.

"G-goodnight."

It was around four in the morning when Jisung woke up.

Glancing around, he notices his T.V. had shut off automatically, so there wasn't any noise. Completely silent, and peaceful. His window was cracked slightly, letting a cool breeze in. The fluorescent, white moon shone through his thin blinds.

The moonlight lined up perfectly with Jaemin's beautiful face. He was still fast asleep, his chest raising up and down peacefully. His lips formed a cute pout naturally, and even while asleep, his jaw remained sharp.

He looked pristine.

Jisung smiled at him, and gently cupped one side of his cheek, thumbing it gently as he admired him.

His serenity quickly faded as he recalled the pretty boy's state earlier. He wasn't this peaceful, nor calm. No, he was an entire wreck. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes were red as he tried to hold back his tears. All because of one person.

As much as Jisung loved laying beside the elder, he couldn't just sit here anymore. His thoughts made him feel rambunctious, and anxious. He needed to do something. He got up as quietly as he could, and tucked the other into the blankets like a warm burrito and tip- toed down the stairs. His parents were still not home, he knew they'd be in two hours, so that was his curfew. He'd also have to get Jaemin out of the house before that.

Opening and closing the door as silently as possible, he finally made it outside. It's still dark, with pretty stars littering the sky and it oddly reminds him of Jaemin's eyes.

His feet began walking in their own direction. He didn't know where exactly he was going yet, so he opted to dig into his back pocket and pulled out a phone — although, it wasn't his.

It was Jaemin's.

The boy had left the object sitting on the blonde's dresser. It opened without a password. Jisung found that quite naïve; why would anyone leave their phone unlocked, where it can easily be stolen? Sure, Jisung's doing exactly that, but it kind of proves his point, doesn't it? His thumb hovers over the screen until he finds the 'Contacts' and opens it, scrolling down until he finds the familiar name he was looking for.

No Jam
Full Name: Lee Jeno
Address: 4567 Johnson Rd.

Nodding his head after already memorizing the address, Jisung nods his head and begins walking faster. It isn't far from where he lives, the house not exactly being in the richer neighborhoods, but being right around the corner from them.

It isn't long until he stands right in front of the gate that leads to a well kept backyard, a rather large pool sitting in the middle of it. He opens the latch attached to the gate - someone must of forgot to lock it and makes his way to the sliding glass doors, where he can see inside. He notices the T.V. in the living room is on, and when he slides the door open, a head pops up from the couch.

"J-Jisung, what're you doing here?!"

uh oh, jisung! what exactly are you thinking?

hehe, what'd you guys think of this chapter? the moments between jaemin and jisung? jisung's confession about his anger issues and therapy? what do you think jisung is doing?

i hope you enjoyed!