News of people committing suicide, a gas leak and a my brother's disappearance was just the tip of the iceberg when I came home to find my parents dead.
Then I was kidnapped.
By who?
NCT.
Where did they bring me?
SM, School of Missions.
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It was a Monday and everything was beginning to fall into place.
Renjun was happy, more than happy- he was ecstatic and the male was rushing around the big mansion that Dana and Johnny had given them to stay in. Lee Sooman's Paradise, a gated community, now N-CITY, was to be his safe place and Renjun got a floor all for himself. He smiled at the bare walls, wondering what he should paint on them when he saw Jaemin's newly dyed brown hair peek from behind the walls.
"You dyed your hair," he said, Jaemin reaching up to touch the strands. It wouldn't take long until he'd dye it back to something brighter, Renjun thought. He knew Jaemin well.
"Eh, got to do it for the corporate world," Jaemin said, huffing. "Jeno told me that there will be a board meeting with a couple of investors the next few weeks. I hate it... I hate it! Doesn't help that it's a Monday and Jeno is sleeping over at Dana and Johnny's house today because he has work tomorrow. I told him, we can retire! We can finally rest but no, Jeno-the-workaholic! Jeno-on-the-go! What is he saving up for? We have a house and it's not like we're going to adopt any kids... We have you!" He grumbled.
Renjun frowned.
Of course, the only person who would be able to make Jaemin do something he didn't want to do would be Jeno and Renjun sighed, sitting on the bed as Jaemin yawned. He seemed sleepy and Renjun blinked, a smile traveling up his face.
Renjun couldn't put a finger on it... He was so happy and he didn't know what to do when he felt this way.
"Should we have a sleepover party?" he asked Jaemin, the male widening his eyes at his friend. "At the roof top. We used to do that all the time."
"If you want to, my little Shoulder Gangster." Jaemin winked at Renjun, a hand going to ruffle his hair. "Then I shall grab the mattress, and pillows, and blankets and shower and maybe bring a speaker so we can listen to some music and watch the stars!"
Jaemin twirled around happily at the idea and rushed out of the room and it didn't take long before they had dragged everything up to the rooftop and laid down an assortment of snacks and lemon tea. The two men sat on the mattress, the cold Seoul breeze giving them a feeling of nostalgia.
Renjun shifted under the blanket and he beamed at the glittery stars in the sky when he looked to the side to see Jaemin doing the same thing he was doing.
"Remember when I first met you, Nana?" Renjun asked and Jaemin nodded, Jaemin turning to smile at him. "Remember what I was wearing?"
"A red shirt, thick glasses, and the eyes of a lost soul," Jaemin replied, the smile staying in place. "You remember what I was wearing?"
