DESK LETTERS | JAENO

[one]

[chapter one]
First Letter

JENO was the type of boy you'd see sitting under a tree with a nose in a book, reading until his brain hurt. Or drawing someone that caught his attention somehow and someway, it was never the other way around. He was always a nobody when it came to school, or even outside of it. He didn't know if he liked that or not, to think about having no attention or having attention all the time always made him think hard.

He was always quiet, and that's probably why he had few friends. He always kept to himself, and introverted person. He talked little, showed little emotion, and rarely ever showed up to parties or hang outs.

But there's this person, that's always on Jeno's mind. 24/7 his smile was shown into memory, his face was glowing, along with his skin, and his eyes sparkled like stars. Jeno swore if he looked into them, he would see the galaxy.

Na Jaemin was that person.

Captain of the football team, and to Jeno it seemed like a fan-fiction type thing to say. Jaemin's not like the rest though, to Jeno, he saw deep in his personality from observation. He wasn't one of those kids who thought they were higher than everyone else because they had more friends and popularity, he wasn't about that. Jaemin made friends with lower classes, and sometimes geeks and nerds, and he didn't care. Jaemin was always happy, and had a sense of humor, and was always smiling. Jeno liked that about him.

Jaemin also was kind, and a little lazy at sometimes. He sometimes skipped school, or skip class, and start food fights in the cafeteria. Jeno sometimes thought it was childish, but sometimes he'd look at the other, and only wished to be the one talking to him. He wished he would be the one holding his hand through thin and thick, and be there as if some close friend.

Of course, these things were only wishes, and to Jeno, wishes don't come true.

Jeno walks into class, taking a seat at the back of room by the window, known as the best spot. The room was split into two sides. One side, you have the 'populars.' The ones who never sit down, do as their told, and talk until their vocals hurt. Then you have the other side, the quiet side, where the normal kids would be reading, doing homework, sleeping, drawing, and all sorts of other things.

Jeno was a normal.

He slept during most classes, and sometimes draws through lectures. He remembers that one time where he got lunch detention for sleeping through a final, and that was his last time going to a room full of delinquents.

Jeno was looking for his pencil, as he couldn't find it but swore he walked in with it. He reeled through the desk and that's when his hand seemed to brush up against something on the roof of the desk. His eyebrows raised in habit as he bent down to see a letter, taped to the roof of the inner desk. He was in question of what it was doing there, but ripped the tape off and grabbed it out from the desk.

The letter was purple, and wide open as if left to be. He opened the flap, and took out a note card.

Hello random person, how's your day?

Jeno couldn't help but smile a little at the horrible hand writing. It seemed to be rushed almost, and Jeno thought for a moment before writing back.

Hello :) and boring, how about yours?

Jeno thought he was being too cheesy, especially with the smiley face, but brushed it off as he remembered he didn't know this person. This person didn't know him. It was fair enough.

As he put the note card back into the desk, taping it up again, the teacher walked in. First thing she did was yell at the students for talking to loud and not sitting down.

Typical.

Jeno stared out the window, and couldn't help but wonder to the thought of who wrote the letter. He hoped it wasn't some weird theater kid, or those people who cosplay, he finds those people far out of his own comfort.

He didn't know why, but his mind drifted to a certain person.

'No Jeno, why would he write that?'

Jeno shook the thought off, and grabbed a pencil as he started writing notes, hoping to clear his mind of his lingering thoughts.