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Ch. 2~^~^~

(click on pic to see bOyFriEnD mATEriAl)

Jaemin scrolled through his phone, looking at dank memes (istg mE) on Instagram (stan DEAN), until he came to a familiar account in his recommendation feed.

Lee Jeno

He had over 10 million followers. He was a billionaire and an ulzzang. He seemed to be tall, had a slim but lean figure, strikingly black hair, and in his pictures where he smiled, his eyes crinkled. No wonder everyone fell in love with him. He was the literal definition of perfection.

Jaemin loved looking at his aesthetically pleasing photos He wondered what it'd be like to be him, or at least know him. Was he kindhearted? Was he charming?

Jaemin would admit he was a little envious of Jeno too. Everyone he came across appeared to have such picture perfect lives, and he was the odd one out.

It was like he was the only person on the planet who wasn't utterly and completely content with his living situations, other than working at the café, of course.

It lit a raging fire inside of him, but he always quieted it down. His mom used to tell him that rolling around in anger and holding grudges would only make him suffer more.

It was better to be kind and respectful to everyone, you never know if they're drowning in their own personal struggles.

Maybe everyone isn't as content as they seemed.

That's when Jaemin noticed that in every single one of this Lee Jeno's photos, his smile didn't seep into his eyes.

It seems almost as if it's fake.

Jaemin denied the thought. No, if you were to live like this guy, you'd have to be pretty well off in your life.

*Ring*

Jaemin looked up from his phone screen to the sound of the entrance to the café's bell tolling. He was in the kitchen though, so it was pretty pointless. He heard Mark's voice, and the voice of the newcomer.

They ordered and in less than 5 minutes, he heard the bell ring yet again, telling Jaemin that the customer had left. Mark was swift, and got things done pretty fast.

It made Jaemin feel like he wasn't even needed here...

Jaemin sighed, and gave his full attention to his phone again. He was currently leaning against the big metal sink, arms crossed, his right one over his left, also the one that was holding his phone. His back was slumped as he loomed over his phone, his hair falling into his face ever so slightly. (his hair is light brown in this btw)

Suddenly, Mark's voice cut through the then silent air from the counter area.

"Yo, Jaemin-ah, I'm on break. You mind keeping an eye out for any customers?" He asked, shouting it out.

Jaemin sighed. There wouldn't probably be any customers, but at least it gave him something to do other than look at his phone. He pushed himself off of the sink, and sluggishly walked through the curtain seperating the back from the dining area.

Mark smiled once he saw the younger come through the curtain, reassuring him that Jaemin was going to do what he asked.

Mark walked to Jaemin, patting his back as he passed him and through the curtain.