Walking in to the locker room, both boys were startled. Renjun had a point, what were they? Or any other member in fact.Next
His scent, the heavy cologne he wore.
Minding what Mark took out from his locker, he urged Jaemin to sit.Next
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Solo existía un problema para eso: Jaemin no sabía porque debía disculparse con el chic... Aunque no nos sintamos especiales, aunque nuestra condición sea diferente, siempre estamos atados a nuestro destino.Next
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With no words left to say, once more, Jeno pressed his forehead on his. Jaemin took all of it with thanks. At least he was still eating, thankfully.Next
Siempre ha estado protegido por su mejor amigo, Renjun, quien le inspira seguridad al salir a las calles.
Mark closed his locker. Jaehyun had to pause while watching his brother make his way up the stairs and to his room. There was a sly little smile when Jaemin walked passed him, making his presence known and confirming the phone call.Next
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They'd rather have Mark walk in on them any day instead of a stranger. Jaemin felt tired yet restless, conveniently his phone dinged..Next
He didn't really know what to expect from being home early, but upon entering, he heard his brother on the phone— assuming it was a phone, he couldn't help but catch a few sweet phrases from Jaehyun.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled. It took a moment for the two boys to be relieved. Mark shot a glance at Jeno.Next
Their usual spot, where as Jaemin's hands cupped Jeno's cheeks.
Two eyes at one, staring right at each other.Next
By the end of their day, they decided to be off, going home earlier as planned.