Shit, full of shit. Disgusting. Sick. Whatever.

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Jaemin shouldered his bag, slipping on his shoes and walking out the door of his hospital room. Closing the door silently behind him with a click, Jaemin padded down the pristine white halls, down the stairs and out the door, the chilly air enveloping the dark haired boy.

Jaemin sighed and walked toward the garden, shoes clicking against the pavement steadily as he found his way toward the center of the garden, settling down in the gazebo, spreading his drawing stuff out onto the table, playing music on his phone.

Jaemin hummed along, feet taking control as he danced along to the rhythm.

Something felt oddly familiar.

。。。

Jaemin shook his head shyly, watching the older blonde move fluidly. The pout on the elders face growing as he pleaded for Jaemin to dance with him.

"Please Nana... dance with me!"

Jaemin shook his head vigorously, blushing furiously at the muscular blondes sweaty figure, biceps bulging with only a muscle tee on, blonde hair pushed back sexily.

And that stupid pout.

"Im not dancing!"

"Oh come one Nana!"

Jeon roller his eyes and smiled, dragging the younger into the center of the slab of pavement nestled in the middle of the pretty foliage of the park.

Jaemin grinned, a pretty smile lighting up his face as the two danced along, laughs and looks exchanged.

Everything was perfect in that one, fleeting, precious moment.