The chips were taken care of, which meant that the worst was over. The one to have the worst of it seemed to be same, but after all was said and done, the youngest immediately went back to his usual cheerful self. Jae was fairly happy himself, despite the circumstances. There was only one thing that was bothering him and that was Taemin and his job being put on the line. Jae couldn't be more thankful to his friend, but there was no need for him to risk his job, his only means of living, for the likes of them who were on the runaway. They could have somehow managed on their own. Luckily he wasn't the only one that felt this way. Elani looked to be just as concerned, and they had a right to be, but Taemin was taking zero excuses. In fact, this is the first time since the two boys had meet that Jae had ever seen him take charge this way. His friend didn't wait for more excuses nor did he wait for anyone to give him the okay, he just made the arrangements on his own. Though Jae was upset with the fact that his usually easily persuaded Taemin wasn't listening, he was also impressed by his resolved. He almost couldn't help but to feel proud. If he didn't know any better, he'd say it was to impress the girls, one in particular. But Taemin was usually motivated by much more than that.
"Even though we are getting makeovers, he still need a change of clothes to match. I can run into town to get some and I can only carry one person with me." Right, the clothes had almost been forgotten. Luckily England was on top of things, and though he was hot headed, he was the leader for a reason. "Jae could go with you! He's always had a good fashion sense" Taemin volunteered his friend cheerfully, only to receive an odd look in return. This was something Taemin wasn't used to seeing, but then again, six years could significantly change a person. Either that or there was something going on that the Korean was completely oblivious to. Tae was almost sure it was the second one, but despite his facial expression, Jae didn't make any excuses. "Sure" he answered simply with a faint smile. WHat else could he do? Throw a fit and saw he didn't want to go? There was no time for childish things such as that. They had a mission and they would get it done. The smaller Korean got to his feet with a stretch, wincing immediately as the small incision made by their leader reminded him it was there. What good was being able to heal when he couldn't even heal himself? "Hold on! Don't move" Taemin ordered him before disappearing into the kitchen.
Alex sat quietly watching the scene. Now they were back to the basics, looking for new clothes to keep them from being spotted within the crowd. Of course Jae was chosen to accompany their leader, though the Korean didn't seem as ecstatic about it as he had been last time. Whatever had happened between the two was clearly not going away any time soon. Alex almost dared to say it was England's fault, but that didn't make sense. He was a stubborn man, but there was no doubt in her mind, or anyone else's for that matter, that their leader had fallen hard. Jae on the other hand was ironically more of a mystery. Though he flirted constantly, it was a little unclear whether his feelings were real, or if it was all just for the fun of it. Jae didn't seem like the type of person to play with other's emotions, but then again, Alex wasn't the mind-reader. Love and crushes were such a complicated thing. Why anyone bothered with them was beyond her. The redhead was happy on her own, not having to worry about impressing or keeping another person happy. It all sounded like too much work.
"Left your shirt" was the first thing Taemin said when he walked back in. Jae's brow flew up into his hairline, until he distinguished what the other was holding in his hand. A first aid kit, clearly. "I'm fine Tae, don't-" once again, Taemin was hearing no excuses. Instead he took the liberty of lifting up the other's shirt on his own, taking a seat on the edge of the couch so the cut was at eye level. "Hold please" he instructed. Jae did as he was told, because protesting was clearly useless, and held his shirt up while the cut was cleaned and a bandaid large enough to cover it was placed. "Okay you're free to go" Tae said as he got to his feet. Jae returned the smile on his friend's face. "Thanks...for everything" it was never too soon or too late to say thank you.