"how did it go?" jeno asked, eyes in cresents with a hopeful expression on his face. when jaemin didn't meet his excited look, he figured their plan didn't turn out the way they had both hoped. "is that why renjun hasn't been answering my calls?" jeno sighed, looking through his call log.

   "unless you told him, he still shouldn't know that i helped you," jeno muttered, trying to come up with a plan quickly. the silence from jaemin was odd and when he looked at him again, he noticed the way he was blinking back tears and he looked utterly tired. "are you... okay?"

   the younger male hesistated before shaking his head. "maybe i should just give up," he said, voice cracking at the end. "but why? you two are obsessed with each other, even renjun. he just needs some time to realize it again," jeno couldn't understand what would cause jaemin to suddenly give up on the chinese male after all this time had already passed.

   "he told me to stay away. what if i'm really just making his life worse? what if he's never going to have feelings for me again?"

   jeno also grew quiet upon hearing what jaemin was struggling with. unfortunately, he couldn't answer any of his questions either. 

   "just give him some time... whether it's a few days or a few years. he's been through a lot and he probably just needs time to sort things out with himself," jeno finally said.

   jaemin wanted to mention how he had already waited for two years and he didn't know how much time he was capable of killing as he waited. then he remembered that it was technically his fault that they were in this situation to begin with and decided against it. "do you think he'll really forgive me?" jamin asked.

   jeno wished he could say that he was sure, but he wasn't. "i don't know, but hopefully he will... one day."

   the slightly shorter male hung his head in defeat. "thanks jeno."

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   renjun was ready to sink under his comfortable bed covers when the doorbell rang. after briefly debating about whether he should just ignore it and pretend no one was home, he figured it could also be something important so he went to answer the door.

   "i swear if he doesn't actually live here anymore, i'm gonna kill you," he heard a voice say, causing him to pause his movements. "well i don't know! we haven't been in touch, you know," another voice argued. "fine," the first voice agreed, "no one's coming to the door though, maybe we should just leave." 

   "that's sad, but i guess you're right."

   "now let's go. you owe me an icecream, jisung."

   as soon as renjun heard the name, he swung the door open. "chenle and jisung?"

   he couldn't believe how mature both of them had gotten and how much more their facial features shaped their faces. he also didn't miss the way, chenle and jisung let go of each other's hands and awkwardly took a step back.

   chenle waved, looking less flustered than jisung. "oh, hi hyung."

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wait i never posted this?? T-T

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