FALLING FOR U ! 02
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Jaemin could still remember the rush he received when the strange boy passed by him. His heart shaken from his visuals, the way his eyes glanced and entranced his didn't make things any better. But, after that moment, all he could do was clutch his chest and beg for oxygen as he seemed to be holding his breath as everything occurred. He had never felt this way, ever.

But it couldn't be because of Lovers St, correct? That was stupid, absolutely full of stupidity and Jaemin was too stubborn to admit that it freaked him out. Just why him, why not Donghyuck who speaks about the damn story on a daily basis! All he needed were answers, that's all.

"Jaemin," Donghyuck calls, "You're spacing out for the third time today, is something wrong?"

Jaemin doesn't want him to worry, or more of know about the situation that happened yesterday afternoon. So of course, he shakes his head and smiles to give a tad of reassurance to his friend. "No, I'm fine. Just a bit tired, chemistry homework kept me up."

"Oh I see, yeah I guess the stoichiometry problems aren't really everyone's thing." Donghyuck says, putting a finger to his bottom lip nodding. "But you can always message me if you need help, that way you can get a bit more sleep."

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

On their way to chemistry, Jaemin enters the classroom after Donghyuck walks in first. Hand pressed against the door as he holds it open for the both of them, he releases a couple of seconds after. But, on his way towards his seat, he finds a somewhat fresh face in the seat next to his.

It's him. As Jaemin immediately recognized the face from the interaction on Lovers St. He was in this class? Things were definitely getting weirder. But, Jaemin tries to put on a poker face in order for Donghyuck to not get anymore suspicious. He takes his seat shortly, setting his stuff down next to his chair as he allows his backpack to slump against one of the table's legs. Jaemin removes his chemistry notebook from his backpack and grabs a writing utensil for later use. "Jaemin," The person who calls his name is the boy right next to him, "Jaemin right?"

His voice was, pretty. Jaemin was bad at describing things but he didn't know how to react but all he knew was that goosebumps blossomed onto his skin, a rush of excitement that stayed for only seconds and left once the boy's voice traced away his ears. He nods, that's all he can do as he doesn't understand why his body responded the way it did. "Okay cool, I'm Lee Jeno. Mr. Choi told me to switch seats with Felix, hope that's okay with you."

Jaemin can only once again nod, it was as if his mouth was glued shut. Words were simply not in the picture anymore, he just couldn't speak. "Are you alright? You're getting red." Jeno's tone spills with worry, he uses the back of his hand and pressed it gently onto Jaemin's forehead. "You're not sick are you?"

And that's when Jaemin began to malfunction. His heart started to beat like a maniac, obviously far from its normal heart rate and his cheeks, oh how he knew he looked like a tomato at the moment. The rosy color that spread across his face was more noticeable than red paint on a blank canvas. This was not going to end well. "Should I take you to the nurses office?"

"N—no.." He finally stutters out, "I—I'm fine..but thank you."

Jeno removes his hand and nods, "Well alright." Jeno adjusts himself in his seat, "If you need anything, just tap my shoulder. I won't mind, also, the stuttering...it's kinda cute."

And that was only the start of Lee Jeno wrecking Jaemin.