DESK LETTERS | JAENO

[seven]

[chapter seven]
Seventh Letter

JENO was grabbing things from his locker, trapped in his own thoughts about the letter. He couldn't sleep last night, knowing the letter was in the hands of someone probably not the others. He only hoped that there was a letter there today.

"Did you hear about the 'lunch announcement' yesterday?" Two girls beside him talked, grabbing things from their locker too. He couldn't help but seem to ease drop, as they were talking pretty loudly.

"Yea I did! I wonder whose writing letters to Jaemin."

Jeno froze, and the hand grabbing his book stopped in motion. His eyes widened the slightest, and he felt his blood run cold as the hairs on his skin spiked up. He felt the world stop in time, and as the conversation continued, he could only stand in shock.

"I heard that the person writing to him was a guy. Who do you think it is?"

"No idea, but when people do find out it's gonna be end game all over again." The girls laughed together as they closed their lockers and walked away.

Jeno was still frozen at his locker, and his mind seemed to be moving in slow motion.

'It was Na Jaemin.' Was all he could think.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the bell rang, and he gasped as he looked up and realized he was still at his locker. He gathered his journals in a rush, and ran to class before the doors closed. He made it just in time as he slipped in, and quickly made his way over to his desk. The rest of the students took no notice, and he was glad that they haven't took a hint it was him.

He quickly sat down, and put his hand in the desk hoping to feel something. There was nothing and he looked down in defeat, but his eye caught something written in the desk.

21127

He raised in eyebrow, and then thought for a moment.

'Is it a phone number?' He thought, but then shook his head in stupidly. It was to short to be a phone number.

His eyes then widened in realization.

'A locker number! Of course!' Jeno thought. The teacher then walked into the classroom, and everyone took their seats with a groan.

Jeno didn't listen half of the lesson, his mind was somewhere else. He finally couldn't take it anymore, and in the middle of the class he asked to go to the bathroom.

In truth, he lied as he made his way down the hallway passed the bathrooms. As he made his way through the hallway, he looked for a specific locker number. He finally saw the same number on a locker, and looked at it. He felt his nerves rise as he bent down and tried to open it.

It was open.

Jeno widens his eyes as he opens it, and a piece of paper falls out. He quickly picks it up and reads it.

*** - *** - ****
It seems we've been caught, text me through this. I need to know who you are. -N.J

Jeno felt his cheeks heat up, and he folded the note as he shoved it in his pocket. He then began closed the locker, but before he could a Polaroid picture stopped him. It was hanging on the inside of the locker.

It was Na Jaemin, and 2 other boys Jeno recognized as the football players Jisung, and Haechan. Don't ask him how he knew who they were, he simply knows everyone, but nobody knows him. He quickly closes the locker and he makes his way back to his classroom.

Walking in, he sits down, almost a giddy feeling rising to his chest. He wants to smile for all he knows, but then people would think he's already weirder than he is. Jeno keeps himself calm, the feeling of giddy still jumping around in his heart.

'Na Jaemin, what are you doing to me.' Jeno thinks to himself as he looks out the window.

The smallest smile making way to his lips.