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"Wake the fuck up, you bitch-ass hoe."

Jaemin groaned, not bothering to move and just chucked a pillow in the general direction of the annoying voice.

"Your aim belongs in a garbage truck, now get up lazyass."

"Fuck out, Jeno."

"My mom will shove chopsticks up my ass and drown me in bleach if you don't get ready, so fucking do it."

Jeno had been rudely woken up early by his mother who heard about his plans for the day. She ushered him to his closet and forced him to dress somewhat nicely, then kept on ranting and lecturing as her son was getting ready in the bathroom. And now, here he was, awake at the ungodly hour of 9 AM, trying not to beat up Jaemin.

The said boy rolled over in his bed and opened an eye to peer at the demon who disturbed him.

His hair had finally been combed and styled, still messy but in a decent-looking way. On his body was a loose white t-shirt tucked into simple ripped black skinny jeans, and managed to pull off the look well. Jaemin was shooketh — he never knew Jeno could clean up that good.

"Leave, gimme time to change," Jaemin ordered, yawning as he crawled out of bed.

Jeno snorted at the younger's hair, caramel strands sticking out in every direction, but left the room and made his way downstairs.

Their mothers were already waiting in the kitchen, and when she saw Jeno, his mother called out, "Good morning, sweetie! And where's Jaemin?"

"Changing," was the monotone, one-word reply.

"Well, Gayoung and I are heading out," Mrs. Lee informed as the duo made their way to the front door, "so you two make breakfast, be nice, and have a splendid day!"

"You sound like some high-maintenance British mom," Jeno commented, flinching at the death glare he received. "Bye!"

The front door shut, and Jeno began looking through cupboards and searching the fridge to see what there was to eat. After a good five minutes, he found a box of blueberry Eggos and shrugged, popping a few into the silver fancy toaster with four slots. He grabbed some Nutella and set out other spreads and some fruit on the kitchen island that had stools for quick dining.

"Mom would be so proud of me not being an asshole right now," he muttered as he also brought out two plates, cups, and cutlery for both him and Jaemin.

Jeno didn't wait for the younger and just began eating when the waffles were ready, perched on a stool as he scrolled through his Instagram feed.

A few years ago, he began a small modeling career in Korea, basically becoming an ulzzang with a ton of aesthetically pleasing photos on his own feed. With time, he had amassed quite the fan base, having around 200,000 followers and at least 500,000 likes per photo. Logging onto his account, scrolling through the comments and fan photos he's tagged in always put a smile on his face.

By the time Jaemin had finally finished getting ready and walked downstairs, Jeno had finished eating all the waffles he toasted. The caramel-haired saw the other's eye smile as he looked down at his phone, so Jaemin asked, "Texting your crush?"

Jeno looked up, just having read a lengthy paragraph from someone who had been his fan for a while, feeling so light and happy inside because of the sweet and loving words.

He saw the younger wearing a similar outfit to his — black pants and a sort of nude pink shirt that looked to have a silky, smooth texture. "Fuck to the no. I'm--"

"Oh right, 'cause you couldn't ever get your crush to like you," Jaemin sneered, and popped more Eggos in the toaster while he took a seat in the stool next to Jeno's. He snatched the older's phone and stared at the screen, eyebrows raising in surprise when he figured out what Jeno was doing.

"Hold up," he said. "You're an ulzzang? And you've modeled for companies before? What the fuck?"

Jeno rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone back. "It's nothing, just a little thing I did on the side in Korea."

Jaemin laughed genuinely, revealing his pearly white teeth. "'A liTtLe tHiNG yOu dID oN tHe siDe.' Bitch, I saw your account, you have 200K!"

The humble older just shrugged, and Jaemin gasped when he realized something. "Wait, are you going to quit now? You're in America so you can't really model for Korean clothing companies anymore. Or will you continue being an ulzzang? How do people even like your ugly ass face? Ooh! And you looked so good with white hair, why'd you dye it back to ugly black? And what about--"

Jeno clamped his hand over the younger's mouth. "Shut up. And I don't know. I'll keep being an ulzzang, but I might quit modeling. Dyeing my hair kills a part of my soul, I have more split ends than there are people living in the world. And I guess you're fucking blind because clearly, 200K people seem to love my face."

At the Ding! of the toaster, Jaemin bit Jeno's hand, eliciting a sharp yelp from the other. "Ah! Fuck you, your teeth are motherfucking sharper than my jawline!"

"So they ain't sharp at all," the brunette snickered as he jumped off the stool to get his waffles, then placed them on his plate.

While spreading generous amounts of Nutella on them, he continued speaking, "Anyway, we could probably find you some company willing to take you for modeling."

"We?" Jeno asked, raising a brow in disbelief.

"Yes, we," Jaemin snapped, shoving his waffles in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed before continuing, "I hate your ugly ass, but you have lots of followers and I respect that shit. We're gonna find you places to model so your fans can keep loving you and sending cringey marriage proposals."

"Damn," Jeno mused, staring at the younger in shock. He couldn't believe what had just come out of Jaemin's mouth. How was he so nice right now?! "Uh, thanks. That's like, the first kind thing you've done for me ever."

"You musty asshole!" Jaemin shrieked. "I also let you use Netflix and Fortnite! Don't think I don't know about how you logged into your account and play it all day!" Jeno snorted while the brunette ended with, "And anyway, you're too stupid for other jobs, modeling is your only hope."

"Thought you said I was ugly as fuck," Jeno countered. "And hurry, we gotta go."

Jaemin shoved the last waffle pieces in his mouth while Jeno put dishes and food away. They raced to the front door, Jeno whooping because he got out first, Jaemin swearing while locking the door, then they set out.

"We're meeting at a cafe then we'll tour," the younger informed, and Jeno nodded.

"Do they play Fortnite?" he asked.

Rolling his eyes, Jaemin slapped him. "You're dumb, of course, they do."

Jeno hummed, and they walked a few blocks in silence before he asked, "Is there a dance studio here?"

"Why, you dance?" Jaemin didn't want to know the answer to that because he did too, and he swore to Jesus that if Jeno had another interest similar to the brunette's, Jaemin would fling himself off a cliff.

Jeno nodded.

The younger groaned. "Yeah, there're lots of studios, but you won't have to worry."

Cocking his head to the side, the raven-haired asked, "Why?"

"The school I, and my friends, go to is a boarding school that specializes in performing arts," Jaemin explained. "Your mom will probably enter you there, so finding a dance studio now is stupid when you'll be dancing all the time elsewhere in two months."

"Ew, I don't wanna go to the same school as you, living with you is enough."

Jaemin sighed. "I know, but our moms are satans and like torturing us. Ooh, look! It's the cafe!"

He began running to the small, quaint building. They had walked to the edge of what Jeno guessed was downtown and were on a street with a strip of small shops.

Once entering the cute cafe, Jeno immediately knew he'd frequent this place a lot from now on. The exterior was a simple white and brown, with the words "mint cafe" in artful calligraphy on the window. The interior was white walls, beige tables, chairs, shelves, and mint decorations, artwork, and accents. Succulents dotted the small cafe, and the calming aroma of coffee filled the air.

"Aye, Dreamies!"

The cafe wasn't too busy now, so it was obvious who Jaemin's friends were. They walked over to a table with five guys looking their age who were lively and chatting loudly in Korean.

All five looked up, and the tanned boy with dyed hair a light, orange-strawberry shade asked, "Who's this cutie?"

The one sitting next to him with curved brows and chestnut brown hair glared.

"Hey, I'm Jeno," the raven-haired waved and smiled brightly.

"Aww, his smile's the cutest," one of the blondes said. The other blonde nodded in agreement, and the last boy, the most attractive in Jeno's opinion, with black hair just stared.

"He's the one I'm living with," Jaemin said, his voice dull when he noticed the look in the other black-haired boy's eyes. "Introduce yourself, y'all."

"Donghyuck!" the sun-kissed one waved then turned to the brunette beside him, "And this is my boyfriend, Mark. Touch him and I'll castrate your ass."

Jeno nodded and one of the blondes, the one who appeared taller spoke up, "Jisung, the uglier blonde is Chenle from China. He's hella rich and likes to flex money that he didn't earn himself."

"I will shitting beat your ugly ass to China, you fucktard," Chenle muttered. "I practically paid for your dumb existence."

"And I'm Renjun," the last one smiled warmly, and Jeno felt a small tinge of pink grace his cheeks. "Also from China. Pleasure to meet you."

Jaemin narrowed his eyes, and Donghyuck muttered, "OooOOoooOof, someone's got competition."

Mark nodded. "Jaemin better collect his mans before he goes wildin' over Jeno."

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