20

                                    

                                          
Jeno was warm when he woke up. 
                          
His eyes slowly blinked open when he saw sun streaming through the bedroom he knew too well. 
                          
He was in Jaemin's room. 
                          
Jeno felt his heart drop when he remembered it wasn't because they made up. 
                          
It was because Jaemin broke down. 
                          
A breakdown down that was most likely his fault. 
                          
They were still facing each other like last night. 
                          
Jeno's arms had somehow made their way underneath the hoodie Jaemin was wearing. His arms wrapped snuggly around the small waist. 

Jaemins whole body was leaned into his chest, his head laying on Jeno's shoulder like a pillow and his nose was tucked into his shirt. 
                          
What the fuck?
                          
Jeno thought when he felt his heart race when he saw Jaemins fingers curled cutely into the fabric over his chest. 
                          
Jeno's brows furrowed. 
                          
What is going on with me? 
                          
He felt Jaemin move in his arms and he stiffened and held his breath. 
                          
Jaemin only shifted a tiny bit, his body curling a little bit causing his forehead to come down and rest against Jeno's collarbone. 
                          
Jeno held his breath for a few more seconds before realizing Jaemin was still asleep. 
                          
Jeno made a small frustrated face as he decided to experimentally move his hands. 
                          
He moved his left hand up to push a little on Jaemins lower back, taking good care not to hurt the younger, and pulling him a bit closer. 
                          
The snugness of their bodys together felt so warm and Jeno's heart fluttered a bit in his chest. 
                          
He moved his arms back around Jaemins waist when he felt Jaemins nose nuzzle against him. 
                          
Jeno pouted as he remembered how sniffly the boy was last night. 
                          
He felt Jaemins hair tickling his neck and he leaned down slowly. 
                          
He let his cheek rest gently on top of Jaemins head, the softness of his hair making him almost want to giggle. 
                          
But then he brought his head up to bury his nose in Jaemins hair, the soft locks smelling like vanilla. 
                          
He let that sweet scent lull him back to sleep. 











                          
Jaemin woke up with a start. 
                          
He almost freaked out when he felt arms around him and his eyes opening to face a chest. 
                          
His muscles instantly relaxed when he smelled Jeno's cologne. 
                          
Only to freak out again. 
                          
Grow. Up. 
                          
Jeno's harsh words were still ringing in his ears. 
                          
Jaemin's body was hurting from all the previous abuse and from last night. 
                          
He felt his spine and wrist aching for medical attention but maybe the new burns on his body may seek them too. 
                          
He needed out of Jeno's arms before he loses his mind. 
                          
Before he loses everyone. 
                          
Before he loses Jeno. 
                          
He already lost himself. 
                          
Jaemin put his palms against Jeno's chest and pushed a bit. 
                          
Jeno's body began to roll away from his but as soon as his arm was loose on Jaemins waist, he was pulled right back into the warm chest.