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jaehyun [seventeen]

"I'm not saying there's a right or wrong way, just clarifying," he held up his hands defensively.

"Anyway, start over from the beginning, Y/N!"

And so you described the date from start to finish to your two friends, leaving out or modifying certain details—for your human friend's sake, later you'd probably tell the Kitsune the real story; he'd definitely get a kick out of it. When you got to the part about your "phone call" from Mark, you found your mind fixating on the real part of that. You'd sensed Mark underneath the Wraith sensation for some reason. There had to be a good explanation. Maybe he had just been visiting Jungwoo or Sungchan and because the shrine was so close and your nerves were so frazzled, you'd gotten the signals mixed up. That made sense.

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Monday morning came upon you rather quickly, but you couldn't bring yourself to even grumble at waking up so early. You were seeing Jaehyun again today.

You eagerly went through the motions of your morning routine at perhaps a record pace, giving Taeyong a rather rushed goodbye at the front door before you took off for your school. Unsurprisingly, due to your haste, you were the first person to arrive to the quad, and you couldn't stop yourself from bouncing on your heels as you waited for the others to arrive. Well, more like you couldn't stop yourself from bouncing on your heels as you waited for Jaehyun to arrive. You didn't have your next date planned yet, but you were excited for it, and excited that your strange behavior hadn't scared him away at your last one.

Yuta was the first to get there after you, and he immediately laid down on the concrete planter in front of you. He let out a yawn, "I'll never get used to 8 a.m. classes, I swear. I have no clue how we did this every day in high school; I can barely do it twice a week."

"You were young and had abundant energy back then, Yuta," you teased.

"Oh, right, I forgot that I was old and decrepit now."

You clicked your tongue, "I don't how you could forget, those old bones must be so difficult to get out of bed with every morning."

"If my creaky joints weren't so fragile, I'd get up and would smack you upside the head."

"No, you wouldn't."

"And why wouldn't I?"

You poked your cheeks with your fingers and tweaked them, an obnoxiously bright grin on your lips, "Because I'm just too damn cute!"

"She's right on that," a voice was behind you, and you spun around to see Jaehyun, immediately dropping your hands from your face to greet him.

"Oh, hey Jae!"

"Hey, Y/N," he pecked your forehead, bringing a slight warmth to your skin.

Yuta groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes, "Great, now I'm third-wheeling until Jaemin gets here."

You and Jaehyun exchanged a look before you decided to change the subject, "How was work yesterday, Jae?"

"On my lunch break I was reading and spilled my orange soda all over my book."

"Oh, that's so sad."

"If you weren't a peak physical specimen who has been boxing since middle school, I'd call you a fucking nerd," Yuta snorted, rolling onto his side to squint his eyes back open at you two.

Jaehyun laughed and brought a hand up to muss up his hair, a habit you'd picked up on over the years that was now simultaneously endearing and infuriating as you had to the urge to fix the messy hair. And so you did, rising up on your toes to be able to accurately brush the stray strands back into place with concentration. Jaehyun had frozen to let you do so, watching you with something that could only be called adoration.