Paint, Flowers, and Dirty Laundry ✔️

five

"This time, please drop the laundry, Jeno," Mark huffed.

"Yes, I'm going to the laundry, Mark-hyung," Jeno slipped on his shoes and put on his coat, "Are you going out again tonight?"

"Ah... I got into an argument with... you-know-who," Mark clicked his tongue, "I was the one to blame, though. I called him a kid and he just..."

"What?"

"What?"

"Him? A kid?! Hyung, who are you dating, for goodness' sake?!" Jeno asked.

"Calm down, I didn't do anything--"

"Oh my God!" Jeno exclaimed, "I'm going to the laundry now!"

Jeno walked to the laundry, still thinking about his soon-to-be brother. It's not that Jeno was homophobic, no. He doesn't want his brother (he liked to think Mark as his real brother) to date some underage kid. He's eighteen years old!

"Welcome! How may I help you?"

Jeno was dumbfounded once he stepped into the laundry. Instead of the reddish-brown haired laundry boy, it was an older guy with dark hair and pale skin. He was tall and Jeno was intimidated, since he seemed so cool.

"I'm here to drop the laundry," Jeno squeaked.

"Sure, you are," the guy chuckled. He measured the weight of the clothes and gave Jeno the receipt.

"I'm sorry, but... where's the... the..."

"Oh! You're looking for your red-haired friend?" The guy suddenly called a name, "Hey, Renjun, you have a visitor!"

But there was no response from the back. So, the guy clicked his tongue and went to the back of the laundry, leaving Jeno alone. However, Jeno wasn't ready to face that boy again, so he ran outside and stopped when he's a few blocks away from the laundry.

Renjun.

So that's his name.

Jeno felt his stomach churned. He knew his name, he knew where he sits in Art. He knew his address.

Now what?

Oh yeah, threatening him so he wouldn't spoil Jeno's secret soft side.

Triple update in a day how bout dat.

This book is a long ass ride, folks, so i'm hurrying cus i have another fanfic to publish aw yeah