All That I Know

This is not a love story simply because love stories don't start this way.

Or at least, you don't think so.

You wanted to kill Jeno.

You really wanted to kill Lee Jeno.

You were sitting in your classroom with your best friend beside you. Kim Doyoung leaned back against the chair, his pen twirling around between his fingers elegantly when he snuck you a look. You and your eyebrows furrowed and your top lip had disappeared under your teeth. You looked stressed and you looked like you were going to stand up and storm away.

"Are you okay?" Doyoung asked. He knew that expression on your face very well. He knew what you looked like when you were conflicted and things weren't going your way. As fourth year law students, you both had gone through thick and thin together.

Studying after school hours? Check. Emotional break around your finals? Check. You telling him you'd just drop everything and become a farmer instead? Check. Doyoung has seen it all.

"Jeno," you told him and he rolled his eyes, leaning back. "His grades came and his parents are telling me that..."

"He hasn't been slacking off, has he?" Doyoung asked and you shook your head. There was a different problem about Lee Jeno altogether.

Now, Lee Jeno. Second-year law student. Charming little imbecile. Always very smiley-smiley until he would find a way to piss you off. Lee Jeno was not your average hot-guy-on-campus. Lee Jeno to you, was someone you had been tutoring since high school.

His parents trusted him with you.

Heck, Lee Jeno trusted himself with you.

He was one cheeky bastard. Your dynamic with Jeno was one that isn't for the weak. If he wasn't younger, you would have fallen for him. You only ever dated older men and Jeno always liked bringing that up.

You're old, he would say.

And you're young, you would counter.

When he first met you, you had applied to be his tutor since his parents had put up an ad. You were in your first year of university then and Jeno was starting eleventh grade. You were in need of quick cash and Jeno was in need to get into law school. He had no other choice. His parents were going to find a way to make his life a living hell and you were there to make sure it wouldn't have to come to that.

The first time you met Lee Jeno, you had entered his bedroom that smelled like luxury perfume. He looked miserable, sitting there in his pressed suit and his thick-rimmed glasses that rested on top of his nose. He looked at you and for years to come, you'd remember the look in his eyes.

Defiant.

Ready to fight you to get what he wanted.

He was turning seventeen and you were a day shy of nineteen.