= The Man In the Mirror = {[Nomin]}

• Chapter 9 •

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The cushions felt soft under Jeno's body, his back slightly stiff from the position he was in, but in no way did it feel uncomfortable. Even though Jeno could feel himself waking, he still felt too exhausted to move.

But he finally managed to flutter his eyes open, feeling the warmth from the morning sun that was slowly rising, and his pillow exceeding that warmth. He shifted his head upwards, ruffling his hair in the process as he saw a sleeping Nana. His head was resting on the younger's stomach that slowly rose up and down with every breath the honey haired took.

Jeno slightly blushed as he raised himself up, hovering over Nana as he studied the boy's sleeping face. He doesn't even remember falling asleep, but he assumed it was due to over stressing.

But all he could think about was how cute Nana looked underneath him, chest rising and falling as the younger laid stiff as a board. A small pool of drool sat itself at the corner of his lips, Jeno noticing and snickering at the sight. He pulled down his sleeve over his thumb and raised it to Nana, carefully wiping away the spit.

Nana slightly shifted, scaring Jeno for a second who retreated his hand immediately. But after that small shift, the younger went back to laying like a dead body, soft snores now escaping his mouth.

Jeno tried to hold in his laugh, eyes now landing onto Nana's mask again. It really didn't make too much sense as to why Nana had to wear it, almost like there was something he wasn't telling Jeno. And for some reason, the longer he's with Nana, the more he wants to see under that mysterious mask.

He leaned in closer to Nana, his legs now surrounding his torso as Jeno became level with his face. His hands slowly made their way to the fabric, before a weird sound interrupted.

It was the sound of his butler's voice through the mirror, making the dark haired turn around and deciding to get on with his day. He climbed off the couch carefully before he walked over to the mirror, only then realizing that he needed Nana to get through.

He bit his lip harshly as he thought about what day it was. It was Saturday, and man did he wish he could just stay in the mirror forever. He could just keep Nana company in here, bring him cooked meals occasionally and his life might be happier. But he knows he can't, he knows that he can't run from reality like that.

It made his head swarm as he made his way back to the couch, sitting down by Nana's legs who slightly groaned in his sleep.

Jeno held his head in his hands, fearful of what the day will bring. Heck, he didn't even know what he was going to do. He already declared himself too chicken to follow through with this unjustified murder, but how would he get away with this?

The man was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice someone slowly sitting up, eyes landing on the stressed out Jeno.

"Good morning," Nana said tiredly, Jeno slightly jumping from the sudden voice.