My First and Last 2

Chapter 8

Sensing that Jaemin already left the room, Haejin slowly lifted her head up. He saw a note beside her, seeing the word 영원히... forever...

She smiled, getting a sticky note and writing the words ...그리고 항상 and always...

(a/n: for those who can't read korean, the phrase 영원히 그리고 항상 means forever and always :))

She stood up, wiping her tears away, silently humming My Answer.

She sneaked into Jaemin's room and placed the note on top of his desk, hoping that he'll see it later.

She went back to her room, skipping dinner, and decided to sleep.

The NCT members, on the other hand, were at the dining room, talking about things. Haechan and Mark were preparing dinner.

"Jaemin-ah, why are your eyes red and puffy?" Renjun asked.

Jaemin looked at him sternly, "Yah, Injoon-ah, why did you have to ask that loudly?"

The guys' attention was on him. "Wait, you talked to my sister right? Where is she? And what happened?" Mark asked, while munching his chicken.

Jaemin gulped, "U-Uhm... we're kind of—"

"Fighting." Jisung finished. "Wow, hyung. You two actually fought?" He continued, not believing what he heard.

Well, it's true. They don't usually fight. Key word is usually. Well, you can't have a couple (who truly loves each other, for that matter) who don't fight. In their case, both of them have been busy with their schedules— except for Haejin who recently woke up from coma.

"Yes— I mean no! We are not fighting." He clarified. "More of like, uh, misunderstanding." He continued.

Mark shrugged, "Better make sure that she won't wake up disappointed, okay? That won't be a good sight to see, I guarantee." He paused, suddenly gasping when he realized something, "Wait, woah, that rhymed!"

The rest of the members responded by shaking their heads.

The next morning, Jaemin woke up the earliest. He looked at his phone, only to see that the time is still 5:30. He usually wakes up at 6 or 7.

It was a hard time for him, flipping himself on the bed, trying to get more sleep, because damn, it's 5 in the morning and he's already awake.

He decided to stand up, did jumping jacks and heck, he even ran around inside his room just to tire himself up— but no to avail, he was already wide awake.

He plopped himself lazily onto the blue bean bag in his room, thinking if Haejin already forgave him.

He stood up, picking his phone up from his desk. He saw a note— in which he didn't see earlier— or more like, he didn't noticed, because he was too busy tiring himself.

It was a note with Haejin's handwriting.

...그리고 항상