All That I Know

so teach me everything

Jeno was always impulsive and maybe that was why he ended up driving away when he saw you and Jay kissing. It did things to him and even if you were never his, he felt like his world was spinning. So, he did what he knew best when faced with a situation he did not like— he ran away from it.

He stepped on the accelerator, not looking back, Jaemin holding onto his bucket hat filled with nachos for dear life.

Jaemin knew what Jeno was going through. He took one look at Jeno who could not drag his eyes away from Jay and his lawyer smooching on the side of the streets when he slid away slowly to get away from the frame.

Damn the paparazzis. He didn't know what he'd do if they caught sight of his crazy pink hair in the image but Jaemin knew the nature of such photographers. In a few hours, it'd be all over the news with a zoom up of their lips and some snazzy title.

Now, they were in their rented Airbnb, Jaemin on the couch as Jeno paced back and forth in front of him. Jeno had thrown the keys on the table the moment they arrived and Jaemin made a mental note to find it, knowing with that bounce—it must have fallen somewhere on the floor. But would Jeno find it? Nope, it was Jaemin's job.

He stared at Jeno, his friend removing his blazer and throwing it towards the side.

Jeno chewed on his bottom lip. Was he angry? Sad? Mad? He had no idea. He reached up to rub his eyes, closing them momentarily when the image of your face tilting towards Jay flashed through his mind. The way he had cupped your face with one hand, another bringing you towards him as his lips moved over yours, his face angled to the side to kiss you deeper—

Jeno clenched his fist when he realized one thing.

Jaemin was standing right beside you when he saw you.

He whipped his head around to confront Jaemin, demanding to know what Jaemin said to you. Jaemin knew about you, Jeno knew. Jaemin had seen your face before. It was impossible that he wouldn't. Half the songs he produced were to you. About you. The lyrics that he had written for songs were written with you in mind.

Your face was no stranger to Na Jaemin.

"And why am I staring at her face while slamming the door?" Jaemin asked one day, Jeno trying to equalize one part of the song. They were going to add a door slam into the bridge, Jaemin very passionate about feeling the noise. Jeno's laptop was open and a photo of you was pulled up, colorful and bold. "Is this the girlfriend?"

"Uh..." Jeno didn't know what to say to that. It was the time he and you still talked like old friends who had feelings for one another. "Just... do your part."

So, as he stood in front of his manager, assistant producer and now best friend, Jeno waited for the answer; Jaemin chewing on his nachos.

"What did you say to her?" Jeno asked again, unable to hide the impatience from his voice. Jaemin blinked, the memory of meeting you by the taco truck still fresh in his mind.