sweet pea. [nomin/jaeno]

I Wait

Jeno had been on dates before, a couple. Even though he was much more reserved and would rather be alone, he was quite popular, especially among the ladies. He knows he was a good looking guy, but he never flaunted it, as he didn't really care; the dates he had been on before never really gave him any sort of spark, so he found himself not caring much to date. He would rather focus on school anyways.

He really thought he wouldn't get into a serious relationship until after college, not wanting to be distracted by anything. But also, he just wasn't interested. That was, until he met Cat Star Boy at his part time job.

Jeno didn't usually get really nervous over stuff like this, as once again, he just didn't care or have time for it. But as he searched through his closet for an outfit, he felt his heartbeat pick up a bit at the thought of it. He wasn't one to dress up, just usually throwing on a hoodie and some jeans, or even just a tshirt and jeans. But he really wanted Jaemin to think he was attractive.

He froze his fingertips against one of his shirts hanging in his closet, frowning as he remembered a large fact that ruined the idea of having a good outfit. Jaemin was blind, he wouldn't see the outfit or Jeno anyways.

The boy blew out a breath of air, rubbing his fingers through his hair as he looked at the ceiling. In a sense, this kind of helped Jeno's nerves, as Jaemin wouldn't even know if he looked like shit or not. The thing was, Jeno still wanted to look good for him, whether the boy could see him or not.

He furrowed his brows together, reaching his hand out again to rub his fingertips against some of the materials of different fabrics in his closet. Jeno thought of Jaemin, and the way he felt the petals of flowers, the spines of books, the cotton of Jeno's hoodie when he held his arm. He closed his eyes, lifting his other hand to fully grasp onto different shirts. Some had been silky, some rough with wool, some soft with linen.

The fingers against shirts slowed on one shirt, feeling how smooth and comfortable it had felt, it felt warm and cozy. Jeno opened his eyes to take in a soft, dark blue sweater, the neckline shaped in a v. He pressed his lips into a tight line, before nodding a bit and grabbing it off the hanger, laying it out on his bed so he could go grab a pair of pants to match; settling on some plain black jeans.

He made sure to style his hair, and spray his best cologne in hopes Jaemin would like it. He knew his other senses were heightened, so he didn't want to go overboard with the spraying of perfumes.

Jaemin had texted him his address earlier that day, along with a 'Don't get lost, Flower Boy. I'm actually looking forward to this:).' Jeno smiled a bit back at the text, allowing his phone map to guide him to the address as he drove. He let out another breath as a couple more nerves hit him, not really knowing why he was nervous in the first place. Probably because Jaemin was ultra pretty.

The neighbourhood he had ended up in was small, little houses littering the sides of the road and short picket fences lining the outskirts. It was cozy, the lighting from each house glowing a bit over the street as some families were seen through their open windows cooking dinner. Jeno glanced down at his phone for a second, making sure he had the correct house when he pulled up; putting the car in park before wiping his sweaty hands down on his jeans.

He took a breath before opening the car door, stepping out onto the pavement and closing the door behind him. Jeno glanced at the house, smiling a bit at the multiple flowers and plants that grew from the ground, vines lining up the side of the house. His house back with his parents hadn't had any plants whatsoever, as they "attracted bugs," so seeing this was refreshing. His apartment probably only had a couple plants, nothing compared to this.

Jeno took another breath before gaining some courage to knock on the door, wincing as he hoped it wasn't too loud nor too quiet. He was nervous, okay. The boy heard some voices from inside, before footsteps made their way over to the door, a light shining on Jeno once it had opened.