a/n ; double update today. hope you're having a nice day / night. <3

get to know my readers better : what's your favorite color, and why?

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the pinkenette woke up to silence, the next day. usually, the tv from downstairs would be playing, probably some news channel to inform working people about possible weather changes or traffic on their ways to work or school, or his parents would discuss paragraphs from the newspaper the mail man would bring. yet there was nothing, but a quiet sizzling of the oil in a pan, and jaemin's quiet breathing.

the boy went through his usual morning routine and dressed up in his school uniform. he also remembered to clip his nametag to the breast pocket of his dress shirt, then grabbed his light bag and went downstairs, to be met with his unusually quiet parents. jaemin sat down beside his father, and waited for his own breakfast, made by his lovely mother. he was quite surprised that she wasn't in work yet, but didn't complain. he was definitely happy to see her, since they never really had much time to greet one another in the morning.

after he ate and packed his snacks for the day, he gave his mother a kiss on the forehead, bid his goodbye's and left the awkward silence the whole house was in. he usually walked to school, but donghyuck was sometimes over to take him to school on his scooter. today seemed to be an exception, as the sunshine of a boy seemed to be already in school. the pinkenette spent most of his walk with his head hanging low, bleached hair falling into his dark eyes. he knew the day would be long, most definitely boring as well. he didn't expect much from his classes.

gim and most of his classmates were getting ready for a sports class, as per usual, in the semi public changing room. after jaemin finished changing, he put his glasses into the locker, closed it and while carrying his key with his favorite number on it, his legs lead him towards the hall, where some of the boys already were along with their sister class. the pinkenette placed the key on a bench, next to the many more keys and greeted the slightly older teacher, holding a ball underneath his arm. it sometimes crossed his mind, at how many young teachers the school he attended had, but never really complained. these teachers seemed to understand their students more, than the older ones in terms of family issues, and basic teen stuff, since there wasn't as big of an age gap in-between them. jaemin liked that, and especially liked the sport's teacher, who seemed to be a very nice guy.

professor kim was a dancer and a choreographer, and naturally, he earned all the heart eyes from every single girl on the school. he was incredibly handsome, jaemin gave him that, but besides that he was also very kind and smart, and the pinkenette adored that as well. they clicked the second they started talking, which gave the younger yet another advantage in another class. they also met a few times in a café nearby and striked a conversation, talking as if they were long lost friends, and actually called one another by the other's names, as if they were actually friends. jaemin valued the friendship he had with byeongkwan.

"aight class, we're playing volleyball today. i already made up the teams, so no complaining and favoritism!" the man shouted once everyone was in the hall, and formed his teams. there were teams of six, and a new rule for the game. there were no turns, meaning their positions were solid for the whole game and luckily enough for jaemin, he's got the setter position. can you hear the sarcasm seething out of that?

on the other hand, he was put in a team with a bunch of actual volleyball players so he knew that he was good if he messed up, because the volleyball kids were quite kind and chill. and so he got onto his position and caught the ball professor kim threw at him, before hearing the starting whistle. and so, he started the game with a good shot, making the other boy's cheer for him with smiles. jaemin was definitely not a sports person. his interests were far from that, and it kinda showed, because unlike chenle or donghyuck, he had trouble stretching his limbs and had trouble with athletics. that's why he joined an art's school.

they went through a few more chill rounds, where his team scored at least four times, before his time to play the ball came again. he threw it above his head and as soon as his palm collided with the hard leather, it twisted badly backwards, a sharp pain shooting from his wrist all the way through his arm, and a yelp escaped his pinkish lips. the ball got played fairly well, yet the boy was now on the ground, holding his hand as if it would help the pain. the whistle was blown, and the teacher ran over, along with the young hockey player, that gathered the pinkenette off of the ground.

"i'll get him to the nurse, professor kim." the ravenette said, getting a nod from the older. and so they went, walking in silence with occasional whimper leaving the slightly taller's lips. jaemin never really took pain well, be it mental or physical, thus he was much more sensitive to it than any other kid, possibly even more than the rough boy walking beside him.

"hey uh... i'm sorry for yesterday... i just needed to be alone." jaemin said, before they walked inside the nurse's room. the woman immediately walked over, to take care of the pinkenette, massaging his hand gently before bandaging it and putting it into a brace, to keep it in a stable position. she wrote into the boy's card everything that has happened, listening to the story from the two boy's after asking them, and then dismissed them.

"don't worry about that, aight? let's just go and eat."

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