Hooked ◇ L.Jeno

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Tw: mentions of violence

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[3.57pm]

If there was one way to describe the day, Jeno would call it monotonous.

Waking up at the same time, wearing the same kind of black tshirt with sweatpants, spending hours in the same room, it was all so boring.

It was definitely amusing to see his father losing his mind over text.
"Jeno come back, I was wrong"
"Jeno I didn't mean it"
"Stop being a ignorant"
"I did nothing wrong, it was your fault"

It was like he couldn't even decide on one excuse. What a joke.

The only parts of the day he actually liked were the boxing classes with Damhee. It had been a week and Jeno couldn't help but develop a liking to the girl.

Not that he was the type to show it.

They didn't exactly talk much. It was just him giving her instructions on boxing and a lot of cardio, which she always complained about.

The other fun instances in his day would be the boxing matches.

Well known in the underground fighting community, Jeno had found himself being invited to at least four fights in just a week.

It was a huge upgrade from his usual count of just one match per week.
Currently on his way back to the gym which was close to being home, he stopped at the grocery store to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Giving a warm smile to Damhee as she was on her shift, he bid her goodbye and treaded on the path to the gym.

Still having some time till classes start, Jeno deviated from the streets and found himself in front of his mother's house.

Going through the pain of their parents' divorce, Jeno had found himself in the custody of his father at the age of fourteen.

That didn't exactly turn out for the best. Every once in a while he stood there, just looking at what his life was supposed to be.

Peeking into the curtain-less windows might be creepy but Jeno wasn't in the right mindset when he started the habit.

He stood there, looking at his mother taking care of her six year old, with all the love and affection in the world. He couldn't help but feel jealous.

His mother was happy. But he wasn't.

She was the one that left him with his excuse of a father, and he couldn't do anything about it. Nobody could now.

Scoffing at the unfortunate turn of events in his life, Jeno stepped away from what could have been his.

The gravel road looked more interesting than anything else around him. Kicking a stone with the tip of his shoes, he watched the pebble roll away, involuntarily.

Just like him. It was like his whole life was full of being kicked around.

Pushing the invasive thoughts out of his head, he looked up at the building in front of him, not realising he was already at the his destination.

He climbed up the usual worn out concrete steps, muscle memory carrying him to the third floor.

He expected to see an empty place on the said floor only it wasn't empty.
There stood his father, leaning against the locked glass doors of the gym.

Why the fuck is he here?

Walking past the older male, Jeno completely ignored his existence. Not that it mattered to him anymore.