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Oh thank Merlin. He hadn't learned how to make his clothes bigger or anything, so a coat would be very helpful, yes. Jaemin took it gratefully from the professor and stood up to pull it on over his clothes; one of the buttons on his shirt popped when he moved his arms into the sleeves, and his face went even darker pink as he hugged it closed around himself. Even just standing felt odd, because... he was clearly taller. Which threw off his perspective of everything.
But he was not nearly as tall as he had been hoping he would be. Jaemin looked down at his feet, now a bit further away, and frowned. He wanted to be at least six inches taller than this! The nineteen year old reached up one hand and absently rubbed at his cheek, which was not nearly as round and squishy as it had been previously, and looked around for some reflective surface to peek into. If he wasn't going to be tall, then... he at least hoped he was cute.
He found himself looking into a shiny tray, and the frown deepened.
"I just look the same!" The disappointment was evident in his deeper voice. He looked to the professor, chewing on his bottom lip lightly. "Can I keep this coat for a little while? And bring it back after the stuff wears off?"
Or should he take the antidote before he left? It wasn't like he absolutely needed to take it, right? He wasn't like, super old like the professor was... or too young like Haddie had been. |