"psst," Jeno furrows his eyebrows, hands pausing while loosening his grip on the small pencil he only had. He tears his gaze away from the paper in front of him and looks up.

The teacher was taking a quick nap, but that doesn't mean they could fool around. Especially when they have already been given a punishment by writing some essay.

He hesitantly and carefully turns his head to look for the person who had tried to get his attention. Raising a brow when his eyes set on the girl near him.

Feeling a pair of eyes staring at her, she looks up and shakes her head as if she could read his mind. Pointing her thumb behind her as Jeno's eyes quickly followed the direction.

Eyes blinking in confusion when the tanned male at the second to the last row discreetly waves a hand to him, gaining his attention and also confirming his obvious question.

"Do you have an extra pen?" Jeno couldn't really catch that, but as he was about to ask in a whisper, the boy in front of the tanned male passes down a piece of paper.

When it reaches to Jeno, he didn't open the unequally folded paper immediately and instead focuses on the tanned male.

It was obvious he was a little frustrated, especially when he has to whisper his words; something he isn't very fond of nor good at. Used to being loud.

Making weird hand gestures until he whisper yells, "a pen!"

"I'm using it."

"Goddamit!"

"He meant an extra pen," the previous girl near Jeno quickly speaks up. Thankfully the brunet boy finally understood as he then searches in his pencil case.

A sudden memory flashes in his mind, making him chuckle in amusement with his cheeks turning beetroot red. The current situation reminds him of a certain boy and a certain scenario.

Quickly passing down an extra pen for the tanned male, Jeno hurriedly finishes his work when they hear the teacher mumbling incoherently as the man squirms.

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"Alright, you guys can leave. I'm sure I will still see you here sometime soon," the teacher announces in a lazy tone, leaning back on his seat.

Leaving the detention room, Jeno's bored face immediately lightens up when he comes face to face with a blond haired boy.

"How was detention?" A mocking grin dancing on his lips, Jeno huffs but still lets himself get engulfed in a welcoming hug.

"It sucked," he mutters in reply. "Although, I'm sure it wouldn't have been too bad if you were there."

"Dang, you really want me to punch another guy for you so I can join detention?" Jaemin quips.

Jeno nods with a silly smile adorning his pretty face, "it's a win-win situation, isn't it? You would save me and get to hangout with me in detention."

"Hmm, guess it really isn't too bad." Parroting his words, Jeno laughs at Jaemin's words of agreement.

Although it could be a joke, something on how his boyfriend said it sounded quite cute and sweet for Jeno's beating heart.

They both pause when a certain tanned male walks up to them, "here." He curtly says.

The couple looks down at the hand that was reached out to them, fingertips loosely gripping a pencil.

Jeno takes it with a smile as the tanned male purses his lips, "thanks for letting me borrow it." Although the tone was a little flat, they could sense him being genuine.

He's just hesitant to show his emotions, open up to them due to the situation going around between them despite how they were close... Friends.

"Anytime, Haechannie." Jeno sweetly replies, eyes smiling along with his plump lips.

Haechan visibly gulps, nodding his head briefly before turning around and rushing off to somewhere.

Jeno looks up and meets Jaemin's gaze, filled with amusement and confusion all in one.

"That was a little weird," Jaemin mumbles. "Weird but... I guess a good sign?"

"Work in progress, babe." Jeno giggles as he interlocks their arms and drags his boyfriend away with him.

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"Okay, tell me I'm being delusional as fuck right now." Hakim exclaims, eyes wide as if he had seen something horrifying.

"You're being delusional as fuck right now– oh wait, you always have." Amy snickers at him, smirking mockingly.

Huffing, he was about to bite back but Jeno speaks up, "what exactly happened?" Opening his eyes slightly to peek at his friend.

"Renjun just..."

"What did he do?" Patrine raises a brow, sounding a little impatient.

"Nothing, he just... Didn't complain when we were paired up in class." Hakim then grimaces, "ew that's so weird, what even–"

"Huh, that is a little weird." Patrine hums, "he's probably not in the mood," shrugging her shoulders in the end.

"It isn't just him though," Jaemin speaks up, fingers pausing on caressing Jeno's fluffy hair.

Reluctantly ignoring his boyfriend's whines from suddenly halting on the affectionate action. "Haechan wasn't being mean today too." He blurts out.

"I'm telling you guys, they either ate something bad or not in the mood."

"That's like... Almost the same thing," Patrine gives Amy a weird look.

Amy rolls her eyes, "doesn't matter, what I'm trying to say is–"

"They're plotting something." Hakim says out of the blue.

"No! Wait, I don't know." Amy rubs her temples, "ugh, I should do my homework instead. Somehow that shit makes more sense."

Standing up, she walks over to where her bag was laying on the ground and takes out her said homework.

"What do you mean they're plotting something?" Jaemin raises a brow at Hakim, going back to what he had said.

Hakim shrugs his shoulders, "it's just a guess, you don't have to agree on that by the way. I just easily suspect people."

"Trust issues, bitch." Amy calls out from where she was.

"We all have it," Jeno mumbles with his eyes closed, smiling faintly when he feels Jaemin's fingers going back to caressing his hair.

"Can't blame you," his boyfriend says, "after what you guys are going through, and having to hide it from everyone else because of some fucked up shit."

"Don't remind me, I almost answered the phone when my mom called." Patrine grumbles. However, they all laughed it off to ease the atmosphere.

While they continued their conversations, Jaemin leans down to kiss Jeno's closed eyes. "Take a nap, I'll wake you up later."

"Walk me home?"

Smiling at the brunet boy, he nods as he plants a longer kiss on Jeno's lips this time. "Of course."

"Sorry to ruin the moment guys, but can you help me with this part?" Amy butts in, whining as she also sounded desperate.

Sighing, Jeno turns his body, face now pressed against Jaemin's stomach. Feeling it vibrate when the blond haired boy laughs.