There was something about the boy, something that made Jaemin happy.
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𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓈 : 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒
RANKED #3 IN LEEJENO
RANKED #2 IN LEEJENO
ⒸJehyemfh
2018 | NOMIN
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Jaemin arrived a Jenos apartment, and instantly went up the stairs to Jenos place. Once be got there and knocked on the door once, no answer. Jaemin gave it 3 more knocks.
After awhile of no answer, Jaemin was about to knock again until he heard a old mans voice behind him.
"So you must be him." He sighed heavily after the sentence and Jaemin turned around to look over at him. He recognized the older male was the landlord, the man he talked to the first time he was here.
"Uh, excuse me?" Jaemin asked in question.
"You must be that kid Jeno was talking about." He said simply.
Jaemin raised an eyebrow at him and he shook his head at me.
"He's gone. He moved in with his grandpa just yesterday, but I think I need to tell you something." The man said slowly.
"And what's that?" Jaemin asked cautiously.
The old man just put a hand up and flapped his fingers at the other as he walked down stairs, signaling for Jaemin to follow him.
"Follow me." The old man said.
Jaemin hesitantly followed him down stairs, and they walked until they got to a run down looking door. He brought out keys and opened the door.
'This is where he must live.' Jaemin thought.
He opened the door and waited for Jaemin to go in, as the other did he closed the door and walked past Jaemin into the small living room that held barely a full sized couch. Jaemin smelt ramen and other scents he didn't even know of.
'Nothing like Jenos.' Jaemin thought to himself.
The old man then sat down. Patting the spot on the couch beside him, Jaemin sat down. Jaemin looked at him expecting him to tell him something. Waiting.
"Jenos a tough kid. He's a really tough one. That's was makes me worry about him so much. He's lived here for awhile, he came to me lost and broken, confused and hurt. I lended him a place to stay here, say a week or so, until I told him if he lived here he'd have to work and pay rents." He said until he cut himself off by heavily coughing. Then continued. "He told me about you. A lot. He talked about you every time I went over to his place. I think your name was Jaemin? Nana? I don't know, can't remember."
