Unknown | NCT Jaemin ff | Part 1

Mina PoV 

"Children, what is happening between you two?" Yeseul asked us, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"Nothing." I said, taking another bite of my pancakes. 

"You sure about that? Cuz, it don't seem like that to me." Yeseul said through a mouthful of food. 

Jeno FINALLY came back looking fresh. He had on a casual white shirt and some jeans on. He had done up his hair and he looked more awake than he did earlier. 

"Yo, you started eating without me?" Jeno pouted. 

Yeseul motioned for him to say 'ah' and fed him some. 

His eyes widened in excitement. "WOAH!!! Who made these?" 

"That would be moi." I said, raising my hand. 

"Wooooowwww."

I laughed. "If you want more anytime, hit me up." 

He nodded quickly and agreed with my idea, shoving more of my pancakes into his mouth. 

"YAH don't eat all the food!!!" Yeseul shouted, smacking Jeno on the back. 

Jeno didn't mind and kept eating happily. 

"I'm full." Jaemin said. 

I nodded. 

Jaemin stood up and put his dish in the sink. "I'll wash the dishes later. Leave them in the sink."

"Where are you going?" I asked. 

"To change obviously. We have school today." He said coldly. 

To say that my heart was unaffected by his words wouldn't exactly explain what happened. My heart shattered and I thought I was going to cry. Instead of breaking down, I just nodded and watched him walk away. After he left, I continued eating with Jeno and Yeseul. 

"Okay lady. Spill the tea." Yeseul said, pointing her fork at me.

"W-what?" I asked, slightly taken aback. 

"The tea....what happened between you and our buddy Jaemin over there?" Yeseul rolled eyes. 

"Nothing. Nothing happened. I woke up, prepared breakfast, Jeno got up and asked me about toothbrushes and stuff, changed and then I continued making your food. I heard footsteps coming and thought it was Jeno, but it turned out to be Jaemin. We chit-chatted a little and then when I finished we just kind of ate in silence. Nothing really happened and then you came." I said, leaving out the important parts. We don't need to tell everyone. Yet. 

"That's it?" Jeno asked.

I nodded, getting up to put away my dish. 

"But the air seemed so tense. You guys didn't happen to talk about you leaving Jaemin." Jeno said. 

"W-what?" I said, shocked. I looked at Yeseul, but she looked away from. "Yeseul you told him about that?!"

"I'm sorry! I had to! I can't keep secrets like these from my own boyfriend." Yeseul defended. 

"UGH YESEUL!!!" I groaned. 

"Hey, hey. Ladies. Chill. It'll be alright. Mina, trust me. I'm not stupid enough to tell Jaemin something like this. He'll be heart broken. But I think you should know this. Jaemin likes you. A lot. He's constantly talking about you and saying how you would like this or that. Sure, you guys haven't known each other very long, but c'mon. Give him a chance before pushing him away." Jeno hushed. 

I stared at him, gently shaking my head. "I can't do that. She'll kill me. I'm going to die." 

"No she won't Mina." Yeseul said. 

"You don't know that." 

"You don't know that she will kill you either." She fired back. 

I sighed. "Fine. Whatever. I'm going to get my stuff ready. We're leaving in 30. Eat quickly Yeseul." 

I walked out of the kitchen and turned the corner. I accidentally hit something which caused me to fall over. Before I hit the ground, I felt someone grab my arm and spin my around. When we landed, I wasn't hurt, but the person beneath me definitely was. I slowly opened my eyes. I saw Jaemin staring at me with concern. 

"Are you okay?" He asked. 

"Y-yeah. A-are you....alright?" I asked.

"Yeah I'm fine. But I think you should get off me."

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and I immediately stood up and dusted off my shorts. Jaemin got up himself, but I heard him grunt in pain. I turned to him. 

"J-Jaemin!" I said, gently holding his arm. "What hurts?"

"Nothing." He jerked his arm from my grasp and walked away.

I watched him walk past me, holding his shoulder.

"Jaemin." I said sternly. 

"What." He said, sounding annoyed. 

"You hurt your shoulder. You should really go see a doctor. I'll take you." I said. 

"No."  

"Don't be stubborn! You obviously need to go see a doctor. I don't want to see you getting hurt."

"But I will still be hurt in the end right?" He muttered. 

"What?" 

"Nothing. Don't you need to get ready now?" 

I quietly nodded and headed to my room. I slammed the door and tears streamed down my cheeks. I could feel myself choking up and I had the urge to cut myself again after all these years. 

As a child, I had hardly any self confidence and the smallest things would've hurt me. So I resulted in cutting myself. I couldn't handle the pain so my best friend was my razor. When my mom passed away, I felt completely lost because other than my mother and grandfather, I was not close with anyone in my family. Then my grandfather passed and it was just too much for me to handle. I hardly had any friends around me and my brothers were out doing their own thing already. 

I grabbed my knife that I had kept and brought it close to my skin. I sat on the bathroom floor, the cold tiles sending shivers down my spine. I hovered over my skin, debating if I should really do this again. Should I really cut myself? Should I really hurt myself over this? I shouldn't have to feel like I needed to cut myself over something as trivial as this. And I didn't deserve to cut myself. 

In the end, I decided that I might as well just cut. There was so much frustration and confusion in my brain that I needed to release. 

I sliced my skin three times and watched the blood flow out. 

Then suddenly, the door to my room slammed open and it revealed a tall figure.