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➫ Jeno x Jaemin
Bottom Jeno
After bandaging Jeno he had asked what the older wanted for dinner and he had pouted cutely before replying:
"Strawberry cake."
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In which Jeno is a little and Jaemin has to look...
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"Mom?" The woman looked back down at Jaemin with a smile.
"We're finally home sweetheart!" She exclaimed. She leaned down to kiss her son's forehead, causing the younger to shy away before she could.
"Don't fucking touch me." Jaemin spat. He stood up, still holding Jeno's hand before storming past his mother only to be stopped by his father who held him by the arm, holding him back and stopping him from going anywhere.
"Do you think that is any way of speaking to your mother?" His father demanded. Jaemin scoffed.
"You call her my mother? Last I checked, mothers were supposed to raise their children, not leave them to fend for themselves for 13 fucking years!" Jaemin yelled back, releasing Jeno's wrist and taking a step towards his father.
A loud sound resonated through the entryway.
Jaemin stumbled back a bit as his father landed a harsh smack to his cheek, leaving a large red stinging handprint in its place. Jaemin watched the ground, not wanting to see his father's face any longer.
"That is no way to speak of your mother! You greedy rat we have given you money and a house what more could you possibly want!" Jaemin looked up, tears blurring his vision.
"I don't know, maybe a fucking family would've been nice!" Jaemin yelled, his voice breaking in the process. Without another word, he grabbed Jeno's wrist again before storming upstairs with the older in his hold.
Once in his room, he slammed the door shut before locking it behind them. He turned and began walking around his room, grabbing various items off the shelves and out of the drawers. Meanwhile, Jeno sat shakily on the younger's bed, grabbing one of Jaemin's pillows and hugging it tightly as means of comfort while Jaemin was rushing about.
"Jaem, what are you doing?" Jeno asked curiously once his breathing had finally settled to a semi-normal pace. Jaemin sighed.
"Packing."
"Why? Where are we going?" Jeno asked. Jaemin continued to pack away his most needed items.
"Anywhere that's not here. And we're not coming back either." Jaemin said harshly.
"But your parents just got back."
"They left me first."
"But now they're back..."
"Jeno, they left me because they didn't love me."
"But Nana, Renjun didn't love Haechan but that didn't stop them." Jaemin froze. He glanced at Jeno. Surely Jeno didn't mean that. Renjun had always loved Haechan... Right? Jaemin shook his head.
"That's different Jeno. They need each other.." He crawled over until he could reach a hand out to hold one of Jeno's. "Just like us. We need each other. I don't need my parents. If I've been able to go this long without them then what's stopping me from going longer?" He asked before turning back to his now packed suitcase. He zipped it and stood up, grabbing the suitcase along with an empty one and looking at Jeno. "Let's go get you packed too."