It Follows {Book One}

02

Monday, July 30th

33 days

•Jaemin + Jeno•

"People have been predicting the end of the world for thousands of years," Jaemin said as he stood behind Jeno, the two looking out the sliding glass door that lead out to the appartments balcony. It wasn't theirs or course. It was abandoned by some buisness man who probably left to spend the rest of his days on some exotic island, which actually wasn't so far fetched. That's what lots of people were doing. The refrigerator and the cupboards were fully stocked, and Jaemin had been ecstatic that he hadn't have to go out to get them food. But today, he noticed they we're already running low. At least, on things they considered to be edible. There was still plenty of food, but things like a bulk sized container of oats, a few whole onions, a bag of celery, a massive bag of white rice (which was nice but were they expected to eat it plain? No.), and the rest were mostly condiments and canned beans. He was definitely not a fan.

Jaemin put an arm around Jeno's shoulders and pressed his cheek against his. "At some point, someone had to be right."

"I know," Jeno nodded, closing his eyes. He stood there in the sun, with full knowledge that the UV rays were even more dangerous now that the stratosphere was very quickly being torn apart. Scientists had said that what was left was practically useless, and at this point, going outside at all would inevitably cause skin cancer, but no one cared. Who would? They'd all be dead in a month, anyways.

The only thing Jeno was really worried about was a sunburn. He'd be stuck taking cold showers for the rest of his life (ha), and he really didn't want that.

This was the only time he could text "I'm literally dying lol" and not look like an idiot for not knowing what the word 'literal' actually meant. Something he liked to call others out on when ever they'd use the word incorrectly, and he was a little disappointed that he couldn't do that so much anymore.

Jaemin was about to press a kiss to Jeno's cheek, but decided he didn't want him to open his eyes just yet. He looked so calm and at peace, and he also liked being able to admire his features up close without Jeno getting shy and covering his face. "Don't stare at me," Jeno suddenly said, but his eyes remained closed. "You're making me nervous."

Jaemin sighed, but decided he might as well kiss him now before he left to get food for the two of them. "Then how do you think I feel?" He mumbled, leaning closer, but just before his lips pressed against his cheek, Jeno had quickly turned his head. Jaemin could feel Jeno smiling through the kiss, which was nothing new. Their kisses we're always  soft, always slow, and Jeno was always smiling. Jaemin tugged on the elders ear for surprising him. "Warn me next time."

"Yeah, whatever," Jeno waved his hand in dismissal, his other hand rubbing his ear, which was now bright red. "I love you."

"I know you do. Now let's go."

"Where?"

"We have to get food."

"We should get spaghetti so we can do that thing in Lady and The Tramp. I've been practicing pushing a meatball around my plate with my nose."