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Jaemin eyes the three boys that were giving him death stares. Ever since Jeno got dragged to Jaemin's school by Chenle last week, these three guys have been almost stalking Jaemin. It was freaking him out. He recognized them, they were juniors in class 1E and were notorious for beating up underclassmen. Which was why Jaemin was so confused, because he was a senior, so he's not sure why they hate him all of a sudden.

"Park Huijin! Lee Dongmin! Kim Myungjun! Come here please, we need someone to clean the classroom and you're on duty!" Jaemin guesses that the person calling his "stalkers" was their teacher.

Jaemin closes his locker as he watches the three boys leave the hall and go into their classroom. "Huijin....where have I heard that name before?"

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Jaemin glares at Yuta, who was pestering him. Jaemin was just trying to knead some dough, but his hyung just kept on talking about his boyfriend. Sicheng this and Sicheng that! Jaemin honestly wonders how he hasn't murdered Yuta yet.

"And oh my god Jaeminnie, the other day he was-"

"Yuta! We need you at the register." Taeil calls from the front, making Yuta pout and Jaemin sigh in relief.

"Thank god." He smiles to himself, glad to just be able to bake in peace.

The bakery had a setup that is similar to a cafe. Moon Cakes, had tables and chairs to eat at. And he had cakes and pastries and other desserts ready for order. Jaemin's job was to prepare desserts for future orders. He was like the person that prepared food for the future. Yuta was normally the person who would prepare orders, like cutting up the cake. Grabbing cookies etc. Sicheng was the drink maker, that's pretty self-explanatory. Jungwoo was normally on the cashier deck and Taeil was a baker with Jaemin. But he was mainly in his office managing the bakery.

Jaemin puts the kneaded dough into the freezer for cooling and moved on to making snickerdoodle cookies (one of his personal favorites). He jumped when an iced coffee was slammed onto the counter beside him.

"Jesus christ Jungwoo hyung, you scared the crap outta me," Jaemin says, grasping his heart.

The older man smiles softly. "Sorry, Nana. Anyways, Taeil says you're free to go, he's closing early today."

Jaemin raises a brow. "Oh? Why?" He begins to untie his apron and hangs it on the hook.

Jungwoo shrugs and helps Jaemin get his backpack. "Not sure, something about an old friend coming in. He didn't give me details, but he seemed very happy." Jaemin nods and grabs his coffee.

"Well, I guess I'm going. Bye hyung!" He waves and Jungwoo waves back, still smiling. Jaemin walks over to his bike, ready to head home and get some homework done before he has dance practice at 6. But, of course, luck just couldn't be on his side.

"Na Jaemin." The boy turns and his eyes widen at the sight of those juniors.

"Y'all must really be stalking me, goddamn." Jaemin hops off his bike and walks up to the three boys. He crosses his arms and raises a brow. "What?"

"We were fine with you befriending that little Chinese kid. But this...this is too far, Na Jaemin." Huijin begins talking as his two "friends" circle round and grab Jaemin by the arms.

"What the fuck is this Huijin...What on earth did I do?"

"You're befriending their kind! That's what you did!" Huijin begins to shout before throwing a punch to Jaemin's gut, making him cough.

"Who...who is 'their kind'?"

"We saw you leave school with Lee Jeno. You're trying to get out of here aren't you?"

Jaemin coughs again as Huijin kicks him to the ground. "We're friends...what the fuck.."

"Shut up! Shut up I said!" And that's the last thing Jaemin hears before Huijin, Dongmin, and Myungjun beat him to a pulp. His stomach would definitely be covered in bruises after this. Heck, his whole body would be covered in bruises.

It seemed like they couldn't make it any worse for Jaemin, but he knew it was getting bad when he started coughing up blood. Jaemin soon loses track of what happened or how long they were attacking him. But when he opens his eyes again, he's sitting against the back wall of a 7/11.

Groaning and wiping his mouth, Jaemin slowly stands. He looks to his left to find his backpack was left on the ground, untouched. When he looks to his right, he groans in frustration. His bike was completely ruined, and the wheels were clearly flat from being stabbed with a stick or something. Jaemin sighs and holds his head as a sharp pain shoots throughout his whole body.

"For fucks sake..." He gently grabs his bag and pulls his hood over his head. "Well, at least I'm next to a 7/11. They may not have a first aid kit but they'll have napkins and water." Jaemin says to himself as he walks around to the front of the store. He wipes his nose and mouth one more time and pulls his hand away. It was covered in blood from a bloody nose. He sighs, tasting the clear flavor of iron. He steps into the 7/11, and thankfully there's only the cashier who was reading a magazine. He walks down the drink aisle and slips his hood off his head. He grabs a random water bottle and continues to wander around the store in hopes of finding a cloth or napkin. He was just about to grab a pack of tissues when a voice stopped him.

"Jaemin?"

The boy drops the water bottle in surprise and freezes. "Y-yeah?"

Jeno raises a brow at the boy who still had his back facing him. "I thought you still had work."

"Uhm, we closed early."

"Oh...ok. You alright?"

"Mhm, just fine." Jaemin squeaks out, he just wanted to get out of here.

"Then why won't you face me?"

"Uhm..." Jaemin mentally curses himself. 

Jeno sighs and quickly turns Jaemin around. "Holy..."

"I-it's not as bad as it looks! I swear!" Jaemin begins to wave his hands in front of his face. "Really, I'm fine!"

"Jaemin, you need to clean those up," Jeno says quietly, clearly not believing the boy before him. "Come on, I can't have you getting infected." He grabs Jaemin's hand and walks out of the store. He walks Jaemin out to his bike.

"Jeno, it's fine."

"Jaemin it's not fine. Stop lying and get on the bike seat." Jeno says sternly as he puts both backpacks in the bike basket. Jaemin sighs but sits on the bike anyways, there was no point in arguing when he knows Jeno is right. Jeno grabs onto the handlebars and walks the bike down the street, going in the direction of his house.

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∆Hey buds, here's chapter...12? I think? Lmao anyways, thanks for reading and getting this book to almost 280 reads. Fricken insane oh my god :(( I love you and I'll see you soon∆