"If the world is ever going to turn against you," you had whispered. "You know who to run to."
He nodded, kissing your nose.
It was all that he ever known.
"You."
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Operation-Make-Her-Love-Me was in action and Jeno woke up the next morning with a newfound plan to make you fall in love with him. What was the plan? To show up at your doorstep over and over again. The more you see him, the more you'd find it hard to ignore him.
"Hi," he greeted you at 7 am in the morning and you blinked, stepping away from the door. What in the world was he doing there at 7 am on a Saturday?
"Lee Jeno," you began. "You could be a stalker."
"You wouldn't let a stalker into your house," he pointed out and you grumbled, telling him that you were still not yet done sleeping. He brought his hands in front of him and shoved flowers towards you. "Flowers."
"Thanks, Jeno. But you do know, I'm hardly home." You stopped yourself before you'd say something you'd regret. You should act grateful even though you thought flowers were a waste of money. "I mean, thank you."
"That's why they are fake," he told you and you glanced down at the flowers. They, indeed, were. "Jaemin bought them for me."
"Thank Jaemin for me."
"But it was my idea."
"But Jaemin bought them, didn't he?" you asked, Jeno frowning at you. He did not expect the conversation to go this way. "Is there a reason why you're here at 7 am in the morning, Jeno?"
"You keep bringing time up. You don't sleep past 7 am, anyway," he pointed out but you yawned, shaking your head.
"That was five years ago." You slumped down on the couch. "I sleep 'till ten now."
Jeno realized a bunch of things that day. You changed, a lot. You were still you, thankfully. But you now wore colored clothes. Your wardrobe was filled with black before and now there was an array of colors. Blue, red, gray. Jungwoo, you told him. Jungwoo loved color. He must have rubbed off on you.
Your traits were a combination of someone else and yours all in one. You no longer drank the same brand of coffee. You liked tea more now. You loved staying in bed with nothing to do other than going out to do something productive.
You did not change, you told Jeno. You simply grew older.
Your conversations with Jeno were still the same, however, and he was still the same way he was with you years ago as he was now. He was older, a little bit more mature but he still followed you around the apartment like a lost dog.
Attention! He wanted attention. He wasn't scared of asking for it.
It worked so many times before, it would work now.
You found something to keep him in one spot—the laundry. Sort it for me, Jeno. The reds and the blacks in one. Colored in one. Socks in another.
"What if I can't find another pair?" Jeno asked, whipping one of your socks back and forth.
