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"Yeah well, I'm here," Jaemin says, narrowing his eyes at the boy before him. He looked strangely familiar. "Hey, aren't you-"

"Lee Jeno, youngest son to the Lee Corporation? Yeah, that's me." Jeno says tiredly, he was getting rather bored of being recognized as the son of Mr. and Mrs. Lee.

Jaemin shakes his head. "Well yeah...but aren't you that kid that won the National Dancing Competition for minors? Last year?"

"Oh...you saw that?"

"Yeah."

Jeno smiles. "Yup, that was me." He puffs his chest out in pride.

Jaemin hums and waits a moment before speaking again. "Well dancer, what brings you up here?" He asks the boy who takes a seat a few feet away.

Jeno crosses his legs beneath him and puts his hands on his lap, looking up to the sky. "It was too crowded down there."

"That's fair." Another moment of silence. "You go to that private school across town don't you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing." Jaemin sighs. "You just give off the vibe."

"Uh-huh..." Jeno narrows his eyes. The honey-colored hair boy next to him was certainly a little strange. It's like he knew Jeno's whole life story already.

"I'm surprised someone like you is out here this late. Wouldn't your parents want you home?"

"Yeah, they would...so I snuck out. I'm sure they'll send security for me if I'm not home by 2 am. But I don't really care all that much."

"Mhm." Jaemin looks out to the city, the building lights creating an ocean of fluorescent stars. 

"Don't your parents want you home though?" Jeno asks him after a few minutes.

"No...it's not much of a home anyways." Jaemin sighs, face now looking down at his dangling feet. Right about now his dad would be asleep in his study, papers scattered around his head and his glasses still on.

"Why not? I mean, we all have a home."

"I have a house, but I don't have a home."

Jeno tilts his head in confusion. "You have parents who care for you, who feed you and pay for your things, you take care of you, do you not?"

"My mom is dead, and my dad forgets my existence-" Jaemin pauses, his voice becoming a bit defensive. "Look, why do you care so much? What's so interesting about my life?"

"I don't know, I've never met anyone like you."

"Like me?" Jaemin rolls his eyes. "Right, because I'm some weird species." He fiercely turns back to Jeno. "You really don't know much about the world, do you? You don't see much of the struggle." He raises an eyebrow but Jeno says nothing, making him scoff. "Of course not."

"Look, I'm not sure what you have against me, but-"

"I don't have anything against you. It's just disappointing that you don't care to learn about the rest of the world. You get everything handed to you on a platter, born with a silver spoon in your mouth..." Jaemin trials off. "Sorry, you don't want to be given a lecture, do you. My bad." He stands, brushing himself off. He makes it to the door before Jeno calls back to him.

"I'm sorry if I've done something...but...what's your name?"

Jaemin sighs muttering a small 'even his fucking manners are good'. He waits a second before talking loud enough for the other to hear. "Na Jaemin."

And with that, he leaves Jeno alone on the roof.

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"Jaemin, thank god, Chenle passed out. We should get him home." Mark says once he sees his friend. Jaemin groans and picks Chenle up onto his back with the help of Mark. The two boys quickly make their way out of the club and towards Mark's house. Jaemin didn't say anything about the rich boy he met on the roof, nor did he ask Mark who he had slept with tonight (the older boy was covered in lipstick stains and his hair was wildin').

"I can take him from here, you should head home Jaemin."

"It's alright Mark, I can-"

"Go home Jaemin." Mark turns to him, giving his friend a look. Jaemin sighs and nods, gently unloading the sleeping Chinese boy into Mark's arms. "Thank you."

"Mhm. Don't drop him too hard."

"Oh my god shut up Jaemin." Mark rolls his eyes, making the younger boy laugh. Jaemin leaves one last time and walks off in the opposite direction back to his house.

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Jeno lands with an 'oof!' on his bedroom floor. He always forgot that his window was a good few feet off the ground. He stands up quickly, which makes him stumble from dizziness.

"God damn. I should start putting a stool here for when I come in." He says, sitting on his bed. Looking at the clock, he checks the time. 3 am. Jeno sighs. He wasn't even tired, just bored. He didn't stay at the club very long (it's kinda sad going by yourself), so he just wandered the streets for a good 2 hours before coming home.

"Welp, might as well do my homework. Mom would kill me if she found out I haven't done it yet." Jeno gets up from his bed and moves to his desk where his backpack lays.

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Jaemin enters his front door and heads up to his room silently. He jumps onto his bed and lays there, just staring at the ceiling, mind blank. He imagines what the rest of the world was doing. Some were awake, others were still asleep. Cities were probably bustling, while small towns were just waking up. And here lies Jaemin. On his bed at 3 in the morning. In a small town, in a small country, in a very large world, lives one boy out of billions.

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∆Hi, here's the third chapter. I'm glad to see that you keep coming back to read this, it makes me pretty darn happy. I don't really know what I was writing for that last thing lmao but it was something. Thank you for reading :) see you soon∆