Jaehyun's record company opens up auditions for a casting show, he's looking for the next big superstar, but he has no idea one of the candidates is no one else than his teenage son who's starting a rebellion.
Cover by TAEYONGSUNBAENIM
"Done," said the photographer lowering the camera so Jaemin smiled wider.
He got up taking his dog in his arms carrying it when he walked to the photographer to see the results.
The other dog ran to Renjun who began to play with it again, he was playing hide and seek with it in the other parts of the apartment like he used to do with Ti when Jaemin came to him. He was wearing something more casual, tight jeans, the same elegant shirt and a leatherjacket.
"Would you like to go for ice cream now?" he asked when Renjun moved out from behind a curtain.
"Sure," he said saying bye to Buddy and Jackie.
Soon Renjun and Jaemin left the apartment, both keeping some distance in the corridor and the elevator, even when they reached the street.
"I really like the ice cream place down this way," said Jaemin so Renjun followed.
They were walking for a while till a cafe with an inner garden appeared. They got a table for two in the patio where Renjun sank in the menu reading the same lines three times in a row not understanding a thing.
"I'd say I like salty caramel and chocolate the best?" said Jaemin causing Renjun to look up, their eyes meeting, his body answering with a heat wave. He was becoming red so he lowered his head.
"Ok," he whispered.
"If you don't like the cafe?"
"No it's ok!" Renjun raised his voice.
"May I help?" the waitress came to them smiling widely.
"Salty caramel and chocolate," said Jaemin calmly.
"Big blue jelly and strawberry," muttered Renjun.
"You can take more than two scoops," said Jaemin chuckling to himself.
"I... yeah... and chocolate, ah and slaty caramel... and mango paradise, yes,' Renjun became red.
Has he jut acted like a total child a moment ago?
He was facing the table top when the lady took the cards from them.
"You will tell me which one's the best," said Jaemin when Renjun risked a glance at him. He wasn't laughing at all, his gaze as strong as before, rather uncomfortable so Renjun focused on the flowerbeds turning towards them.
"There's an exhibition, one of my favorite photographers is here these days, would you like to come with me?" asked Jaemin.
"Like a museum thing?" asked Renjun.
"Sounds boring but I assure it might be interesting, if not we will leave."
"Ok," Renjun shrugged.
He needed to play it cool, this was just some type of weird friendship or not even, what was he doing here anyway instead of sinking into his heartbreak and pain.
"Did you like the dogs?" asked Jaemin.
"Yes, I have a cat - Ti, she's very sweet, but your dog is cute to?" Renjun blushed.
"I'm happy I could make your day a little better."
Their eyes met again, wait, was the air sparking or was it just the light playing in the big umbrellas above them, on the creamy walls of the restaurant and the lightbulbs hanging over the garden.
Renjun suddenly wished this afternoon would last forever, because it felt unreal, like on a different planet where pain was suddenly replaced by so many nice things.
"So, do you like your model job?" asked Renjun looking back at Jaemin.
"Yes, I enjoy it a lot, especially traveling around the world, seeing all those places, being able to try out so many new styles and settings. Sometimes it's tiring, but the majority of time it's very interesting. What about you? What is your dream job?"
"I think singer, like Jae an... yes, singer," Renjun felt something painful hitting him when Taeyong's name stuck in his throat.
"You're very talent and already influential so I guess you'll make it," muttered Jaemin when Renjun blushed harder.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you became a star of a casting show without anyone knowing who you are just because of your talent and charisma, you're probably way more known now than that kid who had won it."
Renjun's stomach crumbled at the word 'kid', ok Chenle was young, but they were the same age. Was he a kid too in Jaemin's eyes? He suddenly wished to get up and leave, but the waitress came back carrying two beautiful glass cups filled with ice cream. It looked delicious and Renjun felt way to embarrassed to leave now, so he just glanced at the huge portion in front of him.
"So bon appétit," muttered Jaemin tasting his ice cream.
"Thank you," Renjun was watching him admiring the way the sun was playing in Jaemin's hair strings making them dark brown, exposing the rich warm tone of his skin.
The ice cream will melt, whispered Jaemin when Renjun felt his stomach twisting again, he began to eat quickly to cover how embarrassing it was. Why was he acting so stupidly, Jaemin was definitely sure he's some weird kid.
They finished the ice cream in silence , Renjun having difficulties with his, as it was a lot. He was so full he laid back on the chair groaning.
"And which one was the best?" asked Jaemin.
"I don't know anymore, strawberry I bet, and chocolate," Renjun blushed.
"Are you ok to go? We will take the car to the exhibition centre, you don't need to walk much," Jaemin got up walking to the waitress asking her to bring the bill.
He was in a hurry, Renjun guessed, so he groaned again getting up walking out of the restaurant when Jaemin paid. They reached a car park in the main mall soon and Renjun was happy to be able to sit in the car, that was definitely too much of worrying and too much of ice cream.
But Jaemin turned some soft piano music on then drove off. Renjun was trying to concentrate on the view behind the widow, not at the wild thoughts circling in his head, thoughts about reaching his hand out to touch Jaemin's hand, to intertwine their fingers like in the movies. Or him leaning in moving closer... Stop! Renjun begged his mind, he was so embarrassed, so nervous, uncertain, but even the silence was ok, the smooth music between them, the calm moves of the car, the nice smell inside, Jaemin's scent - Renjun guessed. He knew it was way too impossible because of the age gap and stuff, Taeyong had already left because he had tried to kiss a boy, or the boy had tried to kiss him. Right now the thought of Lucas was only disgusting, only painful, he was ashamed of the closeness they had had, the touches he had allowed.
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