IT HAS BEEN three days since Jaemin has spoken with his best friend.

At first, he was blatantly ignoring the boy. He received his texts, he knew that he was sorry, but he couldn't bring himself to talk to him. They've never had a fight before, and he didn't want to face him—he didn't want to face the fact that he had hurt his very own best friend. Yes, he was a coward but it was the truth.

The next day at school, when he didn't see Jeno there, he thought something was weird but concluded that the boy probably was too ashamed to see him as well.

Now. . . now it's been three days and he hasn't heard a single word from him.

On the morning of the third day, Jaemin woke up with his eyes feeling sensitive and dark, his stomach felt like it had been jiggled aggressively all night long, and his lips were chapped. He didn't bother to get any medicine or chapstick, instead he picked up his phone in hopes of receiving a text from a certain someone, but alas, his phone remained dry.

Feeling defeated, Jaemin wasted no time in getting ready for school, throwing on a pair of cuffed blue jeans, a black turtleneck and a thick, warm flannel, the boy grabs himself a banana and his bag before walking out the door. For once, he didn't have to make sure his siblings were up and out the door on time—potentially being late to his own classes—because his mom had the day off.

At least that's one good thing . . .

The school day remained lonely.

Unfortunately for Jaemin, he did not run into a certain raven-haired boy. In fact, he was nowhere to be found. In all honesty, he was starting to get worried. He has been texting his best friend non-stop, but the messages never sent through.

Perhaps he's just taking a break . . . Maybe he blocked me . . . Maybe he left for his uncle's . . .

Jaemin sighs. Endless possibilities.

When the final bell for lunch rang, the boy gripped his bag and ran into the cafeteria, trying to get to the lunch line before it got outrageously long. Singing in relief when he makes it to the line, being the tenth person there, he jumps when feeling a gentle touch on his shoulder.

"Nana! Hey!"

Whipping his head around, the boy notices Genevieve, who has on a dark, purple lipstick. Nodding his head in acknowledgement, he allows the girl to get in line behind him, ignoring the groans of protests from behind them. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and her lips turn downwards into a frown.

"Have you talked to Jeno lately?" She asks.

Tensing up at the question, Jaemin sighs and shakes his head. He still hasn't gotten around to telling his friend about the fight they had. It felt weird to tell her—after all, Jaemin now knew that his best friend was only using her to get close to him. Wouldn't that sound crazy? "No. I would've thought he would text you." He answered.

Her shoulders fall down slightly, disappointed by the response. "I haven't talked to him in four days," she sighs. "I'm kind of worried." She admits, the wrinkles between her brows only increasing.

After stacking their lunch trays with a slice of pizza and a required apple, the two take a seat at their usual table, although this time it felt different. It's a table made specifically for four, but three seemed to be the perfect amount. Not too much space, but not too tight either. Without Jeno there, it felt empty. There was too much space, and the two were too far apart from each other.

Genevieve tapped her fingers against the wood, she lost her appetite a while ago and couldn't even bring herself to look at the grease infested pizza. She didn't even like pepperoni in the first place.

Sighing while picking off some pieces of pepperoni off her pizza, she can't help but open her mouth, "It just isn't like him to disappear out of the blue without any warning. Especially leaving his girlfriend. Don't you think something's wrong?" She blurts.

"Well . . ." Jaemin mumbles, but cant find himself to finish his sentence.

"Well what?" The girl encourages.

Huffing, the brunette plays with his plastic spork. He and Jeno have always been the best of friends, perfect together, and always got along. They could be soulmates—not in the romantic way. They never got in fights, and he hated to admit that their perfect friendship had its flaws, but he couldn't help but feel like Jeno's disappearance had something to do with it.

He must've got upset and needed to get away. Blow off some steam. It's nothing serious. Right?

"Me and Jeno did get in a fight a little while ago," He admits.

"Oh?" Genevieve quirks a brow. "What happened?" She asks, leaning further over the table to hear the boy better.

Jaemin shakes a dismissive hand, scrunching his nose in discomfort. "It was nothing serious," he lies. "He's probably just at his uncle's house." He says, but he may be trying to convince his own self more than Genevieve.

"Don't lie to me, Jaemin," The girl says sternly. "What really happened?" She inquiries.

Fuck. She saw right through me.

Sighing, Jaemin looks down at the lunch table, finding it particularly interesting. He didn't want to really expose himself—if he told her about the fight, then he'd have to tell her the truth about his 'relationship' with Jisung. Not that it means anything, they've just gotten a little comfier than he thought they ever would have.

Not to mention, he'd have to tell her about Jeno's confession.

"He was mad about Jisung." He said.

"Why?" The girl furrowed her eyebrows.

Pursing his lips, Jaemin tried to think of a way to get out of this. Any kind of excuses that he could possibly come up with sounded dumb. They got in a fight—it's the truth, but a stupid excuse. Or, they argued over who's car is better! Jisung could've insulted Jeno's car, and that's why he got mad. No . . .

Interrupting his thoughts, the girl impatiently tapped her fingers and gave him a pointed look and he knew that there was no getting out of it.

"He confessed to me."

Genevieve laughed in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

"He said he liked me. I said I didn't. He's jealous of Jisung. He was using you," He blurted, everything seeming to come out of his mouth at the speed of life. When he saw the girls face change, he immediately reached out and grabbed her hands. "I'm sorry Evie, I'm really sorry."

Collecting herself, she said. "He's probably just confused." She tries to convince herself.

Jaemin's eyes soften and he doesn't bother to say anything. He can't bear to break her heart even more.

"Well, we have to find him." She states determinedly.

"What do you mean?"

"You said that happened three days ago. Something had to have happened to him. Jeno wouldn't just leave." She says. "Have you called his mom?"

"No . . ?"

In all honesty, he's been too afraid to face her too.

"Call her today."

The boy nods her head, but he knows he won't be following those orders.

Jaemin waits at the end of the school's driveway, looking left and right for a certain white BMW. It's been ten minutes since school ended and the car has yet to arrive—well, it's
not like he, or it was expected to come.

The boy sighs. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. Just because Jisung has come a couple of times to pick him up doesn't mean it was supposed to turn into a normal thing. How stupid of him to even think that. Turning his head down, the boy grips the straps of his backpack sadly and starts walking down the driveway, ignoring the loud engines of the buses and laughing kids.

Suddenly, a pair of black Balenciaga's comes into view.

Looking up, the boy is greeted by a familiar blonde boy, who has a shy smile adorning his lips.

"Hey," he greets.

"Hey, I was looking all over for you." Jaemin admits.

The boy chuckled. "Sorry. I thought we'd just hang out today."

"Where?"

The boy grabs his hand and drags him to the dance studio. They walk through the familiar hallways and giggle as they do so. Jaemin can't help but smile brightly and forget about all of his worries. When he's with Jisung, everything just seems to be perfect.

Flicking on the lights, they're greeted with the large mirrors and stereo. Pulling out a disk from his pocket, Jisung puts it in the radio. Jaemin raises a brow.

"We haven't done this in a while,"

A generic song plays, and unlike other times, they can't take each other seriously. There is no competitive or intense stares, and there isn't a need to impress. Instead, they just move to the beat together, nothing too hard. Jaemin watches as the blonde boy moves his hips gently and licks his lips until his eyes meet back with Jisung's, who smiles goofily and comes closer to him as he moves his feet.

After the first song came to an end, I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith began to play. Gasping, Jaemin immediately begins humming to the lyrics and nods his head.

"You like this song?"

When did he get so close?

"It was my parents wedding song." Jaemin smiles and wraps his arms around the blonde's neck, and the latter holds his waist gently. Resting his head on Jisung's shoulder as they sway side to side—he finds it odd how the genre went from hip hop to slow, and he wonders if Jisung purposely did this.

"I burned this CD myself," Jisung says. "I made it for us."

Swooning, Jaemin lifts his head. "Well, you chose some good choices."

"Listen, Jaemin," the boy pushes him slightly further, and holds both of his hands to his chest. "I brought you here for a reason, you know. Everything started here . . . in this studio. It's significant to us, and that's why I wanted to do this here."

"Do what?"

Taking a deep breath, Jisung smiles and kisses Jaemin's hand.

"Na Jaemin, will you be my boyfriend?"

The brunette's mouth drops agape, and he covered his mouth with his one free hand. His first thought was, yes! Of course! But the more logical side of him had so many questions, so many concerns—this is so sudden. Why now? When everything's so chaotic? What about Jeno? What will he think? Fuck! I don't even know where Jeno is right now.

Jisung's looking at him with a vulnerable smile and expecting eyes and the brunette's heart flutters. He can't say no. After all, Jisung is home, he is his safe place, his yellow.

Smiling, still slightly unsure, Jaemin nods his head. "Of course."

Giggling, Jisung wraps his arms around his lower waist and pulls him into a hug, lifting him up into the sky and spinning him around before letting him down. Cupping his face, the boy leaves a longing kiss on Jaemin's lips before separating.

HAHA i feel like this chapter is sooooo shitty

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