sweet pea. [nomin/jaeno]

Pick Up Your Phone

It wasn't easy for Jeno to grow up. His parents loved him obviously, and wanted the best for him, but they never showed him the care he needed as a child. He remembers reaching a certain age and no longer letting himself cry in front of them, because all they would do is stare and tell him to grow up. The small boy would instead hide away in his room to cry alone instead, letting the soft music from his stereo play and the warm light drift over his bedside.

It wasn't easy for Jeno to live like that, as he himself, was a certainly caring individual. He loved his friends, he loved his parents, but in the end he never really received the care he wanted in return. It wasn't easy for Jeno to be left like that by his parents, but it was easy for Jeno to grow up and become his own person, without his parents.

He has comforted Jisung far too many times than he could count, he was always there for everyone he ever loved. He was there for his friends, he was there for anyone he found crying in the school bathrooms, he was there for his parents even when they weren't there for him. Don't get the boy wrong, he loved his parents and he knew they loved him, but he just wishes he could get more from them sometimes, in the sense of feeling like their son; and this made him feel so greedy and terrible all the time.

Jeno enjoyed recharging alone, but he also loved having people he cared about around him. Jisung was his best friend, having been since forever. Even though there was a tiny age gap, he could even see Jisung as his younger brother; hence the annoying vibes that always radiated off the boy. But he loved the boy, and he was grateful he had him since grade school. Jisung was there for him when he cried over his parents.

The raven haired boy couldn't stop thinking back to Jaemin's mother, and how she treated him and hugged him that day. He's sure he hasn't felt his mothers touch in years, probably since he was about eight years old, and feeling a mothers hug made him more emotional than he should have.

But he had also not been able to stop thinking about the woman's son, her beautiful son. He's barely known the boy, and they've only shared their fair amount of time together, but he's sure it's the most he has smiled since he was a kid. Jaemin was something different, someone special and someone he felt himself being pulled too, as if he was a magnet.

They had been on a few more dates since their encounter together in the mud and rain. Jeno had gone over for dinner and had long chats and laughs with Jaemin and the boys mother, he was falling more and more comfortable with the two of them as time went by, scared he was beginning to feel more comfortable with them than his own family; or his parents. Jaemin was getting comfortable with Jeno as well, they had grown close quite quickly, as if being pulled together by the earth.

Jaemin had also shown up at the floral shop when Jeno was working one time, blushing and telling the boy he brought him a lunch he had made the other day, excusing it for 'leftovers.' Jeno liked to think Jaemin whipped it up just for him, in worry Jeno hadn't had enough to eat that day. He felt cared for, more than he ever had in these past few weeks.

Jeno isn't sure why, but he's sure he would do almost anything that the pink haired boy asked him. He felt whipped and he felt a bit like a loser, but in all honesty he did not care, as long as he got to see Jaemin and his smile, hear his laughter. He knew he was being sappy but he just couldn't bare to push the new feelings away.

Speaking of the certain pink haired boy, Jeno hasn't seen him in a bit over a week. They messaged back and forth like they usually did, but ever since about half way through the day, Jaemin stopped. Jeno found himself checking his phone throughout class, furrowing his brows when he would spot no notifications. He tried to ignore it, knowing Jaemin had a life outside of Jeno, and they weren't actually meant to be texting nonstop when they were apart; but he had grown so used to it, and he found himself wondering if something was wrong with the boy.