The Difference

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∆I'm sorry in advance for how bad this is :/∆

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"Yah! Get this shit off me! Or I'll hit you with my rolling pin!" Jaemin runs around the bakery kitchen, chasing a certain Japanese male. Yuta was laughing hard, barely able to stay away from the angry teenager. "Hyung!" But Yuta only laughs louder. Jaemin, being completely fed up with his coworker's antics, walks to the front of the store where he knew Sicheng was behind the counter. He steps out from the kitchen door and spins the Chinese worker around, glaring at him.

"Jaemin-" He begins to snicker. "W-what happened to you?"

"Your boyfriend happened to me!" Jaemin groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Please, for the love of fucking god, control that imbecile." He gestures to the kitchen where they could faintly hear Yuta still laughing. "I am going to wash all the icing off my face" He turns around and walks back into the kitchen with Sicheng quickly behind him.

Yuta smiles cheekily at his boyfriend who just gives him a weirded out look in return. "You two really are something."

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Jaemin steps out of the' employees only' door at the back of the bakery, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He grumbles and continues to pick dried pieces of icing out of his hair. "I am going to kill him, I swear." He glares at some white icing in his hand, using his fingers to flick it away.

"Well you don't look very happy."

Jaemin jumps in surprise at the voice, glaring at the boy who was standing near Jaemin's bike. "Yeah, my coworker is an ass."

Jeno laughs. "What did he do?"

"He chucked a bowl of icing at me. While I was working too!" Jaemin grumbles curses under his breath, wishing Yuta to all of damnation. He undoes the kickstand of his bike and begins walking with Jeno beside him. He had gotten used to the older picking him up either from school, dance, or work and walking home with him. Occasionally Jeno would spend the night but his sister would mostly force the two boys to come to Jeno's house to take care of Chan while she worked. Mind you, she was still running her business.

"Are you free Sunday?" Jeno turns to Jaemin expectantly. The younger teen holds up a finger so he can check his calendar.

"Mmm....Yeah, I am. I don't have work and I have a tournament Saturday, so I'm all good Sunday."

"Oh," Jeno's face falls.

"What's wrong?"

"Well I don't want you to be tired from your dance competition."

Jaemin laughs, shaking his head. "I'll be fine, seriously. Why do you ask anyways?"

"'Cause I wanna show you something." 

"Alright, I don't see why not." Jaemin flashes the boy a smile and continues walking, enjoying the crisp winter air.

"Also...uhm...Jaemin-ah..." Jeno stops him by holding his wrist. 

"What is it?" By now, Jaemin could tell when Jeno was nervous. Or when he was feeling anything really. It wasn't body language or facial expressions, nor his tone of voice. Instead, it was what he called him. 'Jae' meant he was his normal, happy self. 'Jaemin' meant he was being serious or slightly pissed and occasionally worried. 'Na' usually meant he was mad as balls, but Jaemin only saw it happen twice. 'Jaemin-ah' meant he was nervous. And by the looks of it, Jeno was almost shaking.