All That I Know

you taught me

Lee Jeno, Lee Jeno, Lee-mother-fucking-Jeno.

His mother had called you right after your class and she was bawling. The letter had been sent to their house that Lee Jeno had asked for a student withdrawal. You haven't spoken to Jeno in three weeks since it was your finals and summer was fast approaching—after your exam on Wednesday, you'd already be ready to go and take the bar exam and add a few more years to your education since you wanted go for further studies.

But you were fucking livid; Lee Jeno's name so clear on the withdrawal form, paired with his signature.

Lee Jeno had always been rather impulsive and he had always been very quick to decide things on his own but this was a whole different thing. He had spent two years in law school and now he was going to withdraw? If his grades were bad, that was another thing but his scores were average and you knew deep down that Jeno studied for his exams.

Why? Why did he suddenly drop out?

Mrs. Lee: Please talk to him
Mrs. Lee: You're the only one who can.

You began to dial his phone number, over and over again. You knew that he had filed for the withdrawal on the Friday before. It was a Monday now and you decided to find out where he was. You called the guard of his apartment to see if he had swiped his card (Don't ask why you had his number. You made friends with the guard the multiple times you had sent Jeno up when he was drunk at parties).

"No, ma'am. I think he hasn't been home or he hasn't left his apartment."

You massaged your head.

You: Please pick up the phone.
You: We need to talk.

He read it and your eyes widened when you finally decided to give his apartment a chance. As you were dropped by Doyoung who wished you good luck, you entered his apartment and went to his room. After two minutes of knocking, you realized that he wasn't home. There was no shuffling and when you called his phone, there was no evident ringing sound.

You looked at your phone, trying to think of what to do next when it clicked.

That is how you found yourself standing behind Lee Jeno in the rooftop. He was staring out blankly and you softened. He was wearing a hoodie and he had his hands in his pocket, deep in thought. Something told you that this Lee Jeno was different.

This Lee Jeno knew what he wanted.

"Jeno," you said and he turned to see you standing there, in your comfy pants and oversized T-shirt. He hadn't been sleeping and you realized that he must have thought long and hard about this. "Jeno, what's going on?"

"I want to make music," he told you suddenly, not missing a beat. "I want to make music and I don't want to study anymore."

You wanted him to finish his studies and pursue music as a hobby but Jeno knew one thing—the moment he went down this road, his parents would not let him go. He'd end up a lawyer and it was now or never. He despised the future he was going to face and he had been waking up to reality for the longest time now.