ONE SHORT FICTION – MINI SMROOKIES

Pairing: NA JAEMIN with MARK LEE

Contactme : @babyhansolly

It's a fic that I wrote a long time ago. Since the beginning of last year with a short temper while studying (Why did they let you go to school? Why did you get a fiction plot?)

We saw male and female students teasing each other. (Apart from not studying, she is also a bit confused about the villagers.) The girl was asleep.

The boy slowly crept up and tickled the girl's waist until she flinched. They turn to scold each other in a cute way. I like it. Haha.

But he played very quietly. It doesn't disturb other students at all. (It's our eyes that disturb him)

Leave Mark Mick another story in my heart. Aom Phiyada as always, I love you.

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A scrap of paper with a torn mark was slid onto a slender hand that was writing a hand number problem. It stopped when it touched the paper. A sweet expression flashed on his face, before turning to the source of the scrap of paper, the boy sitting there. Been beside him since an hour ago Smiling at you as you lifted your arms up onto the computer table and turned to face him.

Send a question mark to your eyes. But the answer of the person who sent the paper was only to open his mouth and point to the paper in his hand, telling him to open it and read. When he saw it, he did as the other person wanted.

What's your name?

A simple Korean sentence written in poor handwriting was revealed as Jaemin unfolded it. The reader raised his eyebrows in surprise before looking at the person who had sent it.

The old smile is still there. But what is added is a gesture similar to telling the interlocutor to write a response to the sentence instead of speaking because you don't want to cause noise to other people who are studying.

Na Jaemin

Write it back on the same piece of paper as the other person wanted before turning your attention back to the math problems in the book and the computer tutor in front of you.

Mark, what time do you finish school?

The paper was returned in no time, and Jaemin had to press the clip before turning his attention to the strange boy with this conversation again. Slender hand grabbed the paper, quickly wrote on it, and handed it back.

In half an hour the reservation time will expire. Please give me some privacy.

It was a rather polite way to cut off the conversation, causing the boy next to him to raise his hand and apologize before stopping sending the scrap of paper as the other person had said, but he didn't move anywhere. Still sitting next to Jaemin as before, big eyes squinting at the stranger beside him. When he saw that the other person wasn't going anywhere, he tried not to pay attention and turned to studying with the computer tutor until the reserved time was up.

Jaemin stretched both his arms all the way up and tilted his head back and forth to relieve the stiffness before starting to put things in his school bag. It took less than a minute and everything was fine. But just as he was about to get up, Jaemin stopped.

Forget it.

Round eyes looked at the stranger who was asleep at the next table. When he looked away and looked around the room, he found that there were not many remaining students who were gradually walking out of the room, opposite an aunt of the housekeeper who was about to Come in and clean. White teeth bit into his lower lip in debate before deciding to walk out of the room.

When Jaemin walked out of the cram school, he let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't like he hadn't encountered anything like this before. His appearance was not ugly at all, but when they saw that he was a student and didn't care about things like that, they stopped.

"Wait a minute, why didn't you come out and wake us up?"

The sound behind him made Jaemin walk faster. But the footsteps of the person behind him sped up until he finally caught up. People with dignity are strangers. Walk up to someone who is clearly not wanting to talk to you.

“You were so cruel that you wouldn't wake us up.”

“Well, we don't know each other.”

“Who said this is Jaemin? This is Mark.”

No matter what, he pointed at Jaemin. before turning his finger to point at himself while exhaling the name of the person being pointed at before tightening the strap of his backpack.

"What's the matter?"

“Business? Um…well.”

The person who was asked to go in another direction raised his hand and rubbed his neck, heaving for a long time until the person couldn't stand it. Pretending to walk past

"Oh, wait a minute, okay, just tell me."

“But really, you don't have to tell me, you should know.”

"I like you."

"How do you know we're siblings?"

The other person didn't answer with words but took out something from his jeans pocket, which made Jaemin's eyes widen.

“When did you take it?” he protested loudly as he hurriedly reached out his hand to grab it, but was only able to catch it because the other person was able to dodge it in time.

“Calm down, little sister dropped it, so I kept it for you. I was about to return it but my younger sister asked for privacy.”

The taller man said as he smiled cutely. Jaemin looked at the person in front of him with a confused frown. If I remember correctly, at that time he didn't have the impression that this man would come to his night. He just asked his name and kept. Thao Arm looked at him and smiled like a pervert.

“Please give me my wallet back.”

“I told you before that I would agree to talk nicely.”

"So you're not talking right now?"

"Yes, but I'd like to talk in a nice way without being grumpy."

Jaemin's brow furrowed as he tilted his head to look at the man in front of him who was still holding his wallet above his head in an argument.

“Let me tell you right here. That right now I'm not interested in dating anyone. Thank you very much for your kind feelings. Please give me my wallet back.”

“So cruel…not now, but maybe in other times, right?”

“Brother, I beg you, I will hurry home.”

“Answer me first.”

“Answer what?”

"Not right now, but maybe in another episode, right?"

"No, now or anytime, I don't care."

“…Are you sure?”

“I'm sure!”

"Okay"

Mark said in a high-pitched voice and handed the wallet back to the owner. Before he smiled a little at the corner of his mouth, his eyes showed a playfulness, and he held his hand lightly on the raven black hair.

“See you again, little Jaemin.”

It wasn't until the person touched that he slapped his hand away. Mark pulled away before putting his slender hand into his trouser pocket and walking away, whistling.

“Who would like to meet?”

“Jaemin, today is Saturday. Aren't you going anywhere?"

Mother's voice came from the kitchen. A high school student who was watching TV on the sofa in home clothes turned to answer her when the show was taking a commercial break.

“There are classes in the evening.”

“Would you like to rest for a day? I came home late yesterday.”

“The reason I came back late yesterday was not because I finished late, but-”

Got thrown in the wrong direction by a mentally ill person.

“What, child?”

“No…it's okay, Mom. I want to finish my studies quickly before starting my third year.”

“As you wish, Mom, I just don't get to eat dinner with my son anymore.”

The mother said in a stern tone. Because when Jaemin had classes in the evening, that meant he had to finish late. And the son would get something to eat from outside before entering the house. The middle-aged woman pouted at the son who was laughing at her.

"I'm not upset," the son said that was all before turning his attention to the program that was continuing to be shown.

5.30PM

Jaemin placed his bag on his lap after sitting down before taking out his school supplies and placing them on the table. When he was finished organizing his things, he looked up and prepared to turn on the computer screen to start studying.

But a palm-sized piece of paper lying in the corner of the table urged Jaemin to pick it up and read the handwriting, no different from the piece of paper someone had handed him yesterday.

I intend to study.

Jaemin read the message before looking up from the paper and looking around the room, not seeing the shadow of the writer. So I stopped paying attention and put it back in its original place.

I also know that he likes to sit here.

8.30PM

His long arms stretched all the way up like he always did when he finished studying. Jaemin turned off the computer and put things in his bag, preparing to get up but when he looked at the scrap of paper that was still in the same place, he stopped. Biting his lip, he considered it before putting it in his bag and walking out of the room.

When you arrive in front of the tutoring school Jaemin was looking for something but when he couldn't find it he smiled in comfort. Grasping the straps of his backpack, he started walking but had only walked a few steps before stopping when he looked to his right and bumped into the boy that Jaemin was sure was the owner of that piece of paper.

He wasn't looking this way. But he was squatting down and playing with the two kittens that were circling around his legs. Mark rubbed the heads and scratched the chins of the two kittens in turn and laughed alone when he saw that the kittens were playing with his hand until they fell on their stomachs.

A slight smile appeared after seeing that picture. Before it closed, Jaemin blinked. before quickly turning around and going the other way. Then walked out of the front of the tutoring school.

The man playing with the kitten looked after the dark backpack of the child he was spying on. Even though I don't have to secretly anymore, I still don't know how to get him to pay attention. Mark sighed before shaking his head and smiling to himself.

The next day

Jaemin, who had showered and changed clothes, walked out of the house with white hands tightening the straps of his cartoon-only backpack because he was going to the book rental store. All that was in the bag was the book that was going to be returned. In my head I was thinking of plans for the next matter. Beautiful lips spread into a good-natured smile. But when we reached the station, my legs suddenly stopped.

“Hey!”

A loud cry of protest made Jaemin turn around and return to the direction he had just come from. But he shuffled his feet and couldn't get anywhere before he was stopped by a force from his shoulder.

“Where are you in such a hurry? Aren't you going to study?"

“Is this a mental illness? You can come and follow him,” Jaemin said as he turned his shoulder to avoid the other person's hand.

“But I got here first,” Mark said with a laugh. That made Jaemin turn his mouth softly at him.

“Then why do you have to come to this station?”

“Well, our house is around here. So we came to this station.”

Another man defended himself with his hand pointing in the direction that he said was his own house. Jaemin frowned at the other man with eyes filled with disbelief that the taller man had to repeat.

“I swear, I really didn't follow it. Do you want to go see our house?”

Jaemin looked at the man who offered him something he would never do before looking away in displeasure. The taller man smiled triumphantly before sliding his face closer to the frowning man.

“Let's go study, little Jaemin.”

Jaemin only squinted at the person in front of him before walking past. "I don't have class today."

“Oh, so where are you going?”

"do not tell"

“I want you to follow me.”

"No, you don't have to come along."

“Ah, the car is here.”

Mark didn't seem to listen to Jaemin's objections. But instead, he dragged someone younger than himself onto the train and because there were a lot of people, Jaemin couldn't resist Mark and had to be dragged until he was inside. The other person agreed to let go.

“What kind of comics do you like to read?”

“Well…many styles.”

Jaemin answered without turning to his interlocutor. In fact, it would be an understatement to call him an interlocutor because since leaving the station, Jaemin had not yet looked at Mark.

Walking further, we soon reached a book rental shop. Jaemin went to greet the familiar shop owner, took a comic book out of his bag and placed it on the counter to return before walking into an alley full of bookcases.

“Read this yourself? It's finished now."

Mark said as he walked in behind Jaemin. The person walking in front didn't turn to look, but asked after the other person finished speaking.

“Read it too?”

“Read, it's fun.”

"yeah"

The conversation ended there when Mark didn't invite any further conversation but instead tried to find some cartoons to read to relieve boredom. Before he found something he liked, he picked it up and walked over to Jaemin.

“Jaemin.”

“Like?”

Mark said while making the face of the manga hero on the cover, trying to make his own big eyes look slender and angry like the original, which would be very funny. Because Jaemin had to hold back his laughter and had to purse his lips tightly.

“So what are you going to read next?”

“I don't know yet.”

"um…"

“Do you have any recommendations?”

Mark looked up from the comic book he was holding and looked at the person in front of him who could only see him from the side in disbelief because he didn't expect the other person to invite him to talk. A smile curled his lips before he hurriedly thought of something he liked.

“This matter,” Mark said as he turned on the phone for the other person to see. Jaemin turned to look at him before smiling a little.

“I have read it.”

“Oh, so…”

The tall man let out a long sound before opening to his own photo album that he liked to keep anime photos in. He liked to open photos that were the wallpapers of his favorite anime shows. Jaemin took one look and then turned to the bookcase again.

“I read it too.”

But Mark didn't stop trying. About 4-5 photos were opened, but Jaemin's answer was 'read'. Mark's mouth was all over when Jaemin said it for the fifth time before he groaned.

“…Why do you read so much?”

“Then I'll give you a suggestion. Like me, it has to be this matter.”

Mark looked eagerly at Jaemin's hand before narrowing his eyes at the younger man who was laughing because the cartoon he picked up was a sweet-eyed cartoon with a not-so-cute name.

I love you, you stubborn girl.

“Do you want me to stop being persistent?”

Mark said with a grumpy voice and looked at the other person who was still choosing a cartoon, acting like he didn't care. Just a smile from the corner of his mouth like a winner, Mark curled his lips at the kid who was deafening before speaking again.

“I really like this.”

“I've liked it for a long time too.”

“I would say that I have been mentally ill for a long time.”

Mark pursed his lips again when he was scolded, thinking in his heart that if Jaemin thought he was such a psychopath. Soon he might actually get it. Jaemin picked out his own comic book and picked it up from the bottom shelf before standing up.

“I'm so boring. All day I just study and read comics. I don't have fun talking like you do."

"…already-"

“Please stop flirting with me. It's not fun.”

Jaemin said before walking past Mark and coming out to pay the comic book rental, putting it in his bag, then turning to look at the person still standing there, he pursed his lips softly before turning and walking out of the store.

When Jaemin arrived home, he hurried up to his bedroom to read comics. A slender hand opened the zipper wide and took it out, but something fell out.

Jaemin picked up the scrap of paper in surprise because he didn't think Mark had time to put the scrap of paper in his bag. Maybe it was when he left his bag on the counter. Another person followed behind, this time what was written on the paper was in English.

I used to ride around

I didn't wanna settle down

But now I wake each day

Looking for a way that I can seeyour face

Jaemin read it before closing his eyes and holding it for a while before realizing something. He picked up the bag and opened the front zipper and took out another scrap of paper. Jaemin looked at them lying in his palm for a long minute before placing them on the bedside table and turning his attention to the cartoons.

The next day

After class ended, Jaemin came to study at the same cram school as usual, walking to his usual desk. But it seems like it's not his place today. Because there were kids from other schools who had already sat down before him, Jaemin was about to look for a new seat but his eyes stumbled upon a piece of paper that had been folded up and stuck to the computer. His wide eyes blinked before he walked closer to the table.

"Uh, I'm sorry."

He said to the woman sitting there who was a little startled but ducked to let Jaemin pick up the piece of paper. When Jaemin read it, he felt disappointed. Because there was no handwriting that he had ever encountered, it was just advertising paper.

Jaemin stood still before folding the scrap of paper and putting it in his pocket and looking for a new seat to start studying. But while studying, I didn't feel as focused as I should have. Because I kept thinking back to my own words.

I don't know if it was too strong for Mark or not, but what he said That's what he really thought.

Over three days passed and Jaemin looked every time for a scrap of paper on the table but couldn't find it. Today is the same. When class finished at the same time, Jaemin slowly walked out in front of the cram school. I concentrated on looking for Mark but couldn't find his thin lips, which were bitten by white teeth before he could groan.

“Why are you serious? Where have you gone?”

Or are you angry?

Jaemin walked home the same way, being careful about the way, feeling annoyed that he was worrying about someone like Mark who hardly knew him. When he imagined his grumpy attitude at the book rental store, he couldn't help but find a place to vent his feelings. The damned rock that was pushed near Jaemin's feet was kicked with such force that it slammed into a trash can on the side of the road.

Jaemin looked at the rock he kicked before stumbling upon a shadow in the dark alley next to the trash can, as if several people were doing something. In fact, Jaemin couldn't have cared if he hadn't heard the loud moaning.

"Don't do it to me."

“Then bring the money.”

In the end, what Jaemin saw was a thug extorting a student, and the student looked even more scrawny than him. The child was helpless and looked pitiful with a white face and bruises on the sides of his cheeks. Jaemin looked left and right to turn for help but it was already late at night. Plus, there aren't many people in this area. So Jaemin looked for something else instead.

The can of some kind was the thing that Jaemin saw most clearly, Slender's hand quickly went to pick it up before it went into the grove of dogs. It was not known if it was because of coincidence or skill that the can had landed in someone's pate. Someone is so beautiful that it makes a sound.

"Hoy!! Who!!”

“Shit,” Jaemin said softly to himself before rushing off to run.

“Don't run away!!!”

“Shit, what the fuck, Jaemin?” he cursed at himself the entire way he ran before turning to look at the group of thugs from time to time.

Bang!

Thank heavens, today was so kind to Na Jaemin. A bag of trash scattered not far away met Jaemin who was running at full speed, causing his long legs to stumble onto it.

“Ouch!” Jaemin shrieked as he hit the ground so hard that his wrists hurt.

“Hey, you're so talented. Get up.”

A deep voice sounded behind him, causing Jaemin to quickly turn himself up. A group of 5 people came to stand, all around Jaemin, all around Jaemin before one of them bent down and pulled Jaemin's shirt collar until it was crumpled.

“Haven't you ever heard that you don't make a fuss about the villagers?!”

"So..so are you really a good person? A group of dogs with people who have no way to fight?"

Even though his voice was shaking and almost incomprehensible, Jaemin fought with the thugs with a heart of fear. Even though he loves justice, he could pee at any moment.

“Is there a flashback? There's a flashback!?”

The person who was like a ringleader was about to swing his fist at Jaemin, who could only close his eyes tightly, preparing for the destruction that was about to come.

“Hey!!!!”

A cry behind him made everyone turn to look, including Jaemin, who slowly narrowed his eyes. I found that it was Mark who was standing there, panting. The savage giant who was holding onto Jaemin's collar turned to look at him angrily before slamming his fist into the side of his white cheek, before dropping Jaemin onto the ground. Mark cursed. before looking at the ringleader's face.

“So angry? Come in and fight back."

The ringleader said before making a happy face because he saw that Mark had come alone. I don't think I can do anything about it.

Which… was right.

“Who said you were going to fight?”

Mark said that before he slammed his belly into charging the cock so hard that he lost his balance, Mark exerted pressure causing the cock to collide with the other underlings until they fell on top of each other before he quickly grabbed Jaemin who was sitting on the floor and picked him up. Everything

The pair ran as the thugs followed close behind until they came to a large pile of trash. And there was a fence that was about twice the height of both of them. Mark turned to look at Jaemin, whose strength had waned, before speaking into his ear.

"excuse me"

Jaemin looked up at the other person in confusion before his eyes widened as Mark pushed Jaemin into a large pile of garbage. The smelly garbage bags rolled down and covered Jaemin, completely covering him. As for Mark, he used his skill to climb trees, but the boy climbed up to the fence before leaning over and perching on the ventilation machine that was further up the fence.

“Where the fuck have you gone?!”

“Go find them or you guys won't have to take the money for the rest of the day!!”

The ringleader announced loudly as he looked around for the pair. Mark swallowed saliva before observing the situation. When he saw that the dogs were all gone, he quickly climbed down and went to dig up the trash (?) to find Jaemin.

“Later, please help me find a better way.”

Jaemin said that his voice was flirtatious and he looked at Mark. The tall man looked at the scene in front of him and laughed because Jaemin's current condition almost blended into the black background behind him. Mark helped Jaemin up. Stand up and help sweep away the trash from your body.

"Can you walk? Can you ride on the back?"

"yeah"

“I won't deny it.”

Mark jokingly said before turning his back on the other person and coming up. Before making a face when the other person had already gotten on the back.

"Uh-huh. It smells like that."

"deservedly"

Mark didn't say anything, but laughed and walked out of the sheltered alley moments ago. Mark looked left and right carefully before hurriedly walking the same way to get Jaemin's bag and going towards the nearest station.

“And how did you know I was there?”

“Are you mentally ill? Where Jaemin is, I know everything."

"Take it good."

“Well… came to sit and wait like every day, but didn't go in to see me. Then he followed quietly.”

“Really mentally ill.”

“Yes, I accept.”

Jaemin looked annoyed at the person below who gave him a blunt answer before turning in another direction.

"I see you're looking for us."

Mark said with a bright smile. Jaemin stopped looking away before closing his eyes and speaking like an innocent bystander.

“What is anyone looking for?”

“No need to be shy. Why are you looking for us?”

“…I'm sorry I said something bad a few days ago.”

“…No need to apologize.”

“Jaemin…I still like Jaemin.”

"But I'm planning to stop dealing with us. I don't want it to annoy us."

“Is that the same station?”

“Oh..yeah.”

When they arrived at the subway station that they had gotten off at before going to the comic book rental store, everything was quiet from then on when Jaemin secretly looked at Mark all the way until they reached the station where they both had to get off.

"Let's go. Can you walk?"

“Uh huh.”

“Let's go home nicely.”

"yeah"

"...We're not going to meet up, so why don't you talk to each other nicely?"

Jaemin pursed his lips tightly before taking out a notebook from his bag and a pencil to write something on the paper. Tear it open and fold it in two. before handing it to Mark

“Good luck.”

Mark looked at the paper in his hand and at Jaemin who was walking away, his hand slowly unfolding the piece of paper. He slowly read them one by one before raising his hand to cover his eyes.

“Fuck you.”

Deep cursed himself and smiled until his cheeks split open, his hand holding the paper clenching so tightly that it was all wrinkled.

Can you come back and flirt with me again?

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It's over. Actually, there's one scene that I'm not so sure about, which is the book rental shop. Is there any in Korea? 5555555555555

If not, think about the atmosphere of our home first. Reading this, I think that Nong Ace and Phi Belle are not going to copy them. Seriously, Hall.

Thank you to everyone who has read this far. Shabu Reader with all my heart Please leave your feedback.

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