87 - Narration

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J A E R I N

"Hey," bati ko kay Jaemin nang sagutin ko ang facetime. Yeah, we went home together and now we're in front of our gadgets facetiming each other. Pretty clingy.

He's already wearing his panjamas and he really looked cute.

He smiled at me a little, "hey baby, did you wash up already?" tanong niya.

"Hmm." I hummed as an answer. I observed how he looked at me from the screen of the phone.


"Ah nado." (me too.)

"Where's the headband we bought?"

He stared at the screen for a while with a confused look. Natawa ako sa reaksyon niya.

"Ah! It's right here." he moved a little to grab something and came back. He raised his hand to show me the headband.

"Wear it."

"What? B-But baby--"

"Please?"

He sighed and a small smile appeared over his lips. "Arraseo. But promise me you won't take pictures." he said even pointing me a finger as a threat.

I chuckled nodding my head but still getting my fingers ready for screenshots.

"Don't laugh too." he said again lowering his head to put the headband on.

He raised his head and smiled at me
I chuckled at how cute he looks like.

"It suits you!"

I quickly took screenshots and he hissed at me pulling the headband off

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I quickly took screenshots and he hissed at me pulling the headband off. I laughed at his cute reaction.

"I'm gonna send this to the boys."

He pouts his red lips, "Now they'll really think I'm under like Renjun!" he said.

Napailing ako dahil sobrang cute niya talaga.

"Your hoody looked cute on you." the corner of his lips quirks up so I scoffed a little.

"It's yours."

"I know. The one you snatched from my room huh?"

"Ani, this one's from your locker. The white one was the one from your room."

"I have a hoody in my locker?" he asked sounding so amused.

I gasped a little. "You didn't know?"

Umiling siya. Tinawanan ko nalang ulit siya at pagkatapos non natahimik kaming dalawa. Ganon lang, nakatitig lang sa isa't isa.

"Gwenchana?" I asked him with a worried look.

The side of his lips lifts a little again, "neh, why are you asking?"

"Well you look tired." sabi ko.

"A little. I worked my ass off the last game today and I went to our booth after." he said.

"Do you want to rest? Tulog kana." sabi ko dahil gusto ko na talaga siya magpahinga because he really looked tired.

"Aniya. Shiro." (No, I don't want.)

"Waeyo?" (Why?)

"Naneun ajigdo neowa iyagihago sip-eo." (I still want to talk to you.)

He cracked a smile when he saw me blush. I think he's satisfied at my reaction.

"Neo wae igeo joh-ahani~" (why are you like this~)

He chukled.

"Yah, neo neomu gwiyeowo." (you're so cute.)

I pouted then we stood silent again. We're like just staring at each other's eyes for about five minutes. I don't even know since when I became so comfortable towards him and where did I gain that confidence to have a starring contest with him.

"Oppa.." tawag ko sa atensyon niya.

Mukhang hindi niya pa inaasahan yung pagtawag ko ng oppa kaya medyo saglit siyang natigilan. Kita ko ang pamumula ng mga pisngi niya pero di ko siya inasar.

"mwo?" (what)

His smile is enough to prove how he loves it whenever I call him oppa.

"naegai jilmun-eulhaeyahaneunji moleugessda." (I don't know if I should ask this.)

"mudda" (go ask)

"J-Jinyoung oppa hante jiltuhago issni?" (are you jealous with jinyoung oppa?)

I can feel my face burning because of embarassment. Yah, where did I get that?

"oppalago buleuji mala." (Don't call him oppa.)

"You are jealous." sabi ko pa at sinundan 'to ng halakhak.

He rolled his eyes.

"Tsk."

I smiled then sighed heavily.

"Haji mala." (Don't be.)

He looked me in the eyes and I did the same.

"Because I'm yours."

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Guys, parang trip ko gumawa ng mafia story ng nct ㅠㅠ

Guys, parang trip ko gumawa ng mafia story ng nct ㅠㅠ

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