run. | jaeno

Prologue

don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry

fuck

It was currently one in the morning, and Jeno was still awake doing his 4,000 word essay.

He sat in bed. Hair messy. Laptop on his lap. Still wondering why he picked high level biology.

To be honest, it was his fault. He had like,, 3 weeks to write his essay yet he waited till the last minute to actually type the document.

Biting his nails, he looked out his window. Seeing the room across the road still lit up. He couldn't help but wonder why his neighbor would always be awake at these ungodly hours.

I mean, Jeno is usually asleep before midnight. But when he doesn't follow his sleep schedule, he always sees this one room, right across from his, with the lights on. Sometimes he catches a glance of this no-sleep-person. But not long enough to know what they actually look like.

He tore his gaze off the window. But soon after he could see something in his peripheral vision.

He turned his head over to where he was just previously staring at and found an almost like a human version of Kirby. His neighbor gestured to come over.

Jeno contemplated at first. He thought about his essay, but considering how he only had to write around 100 words left, he obliged in the end.

Said boy threw on a hoodie, slipped on his flip flops and quietly, he opened his bedroom door and crept out into the hallway. Followed by tiptoeing downstairs and out the front door.

Once he reached his neighbor's home, a rope was thrown out Kirby boy's window. Plot convenient am I right?

Jeno assumed that the rope was for climbing so he did exactly that. He landed in the room with a loud thump, his back against the floor.

"Nice to meet you," Kirby boy greeted, hovering over his neighbor.

He let out his hand to help Jeno up. As Jeno observed his neighbor's room, he noticed how cute Kirby boy's style was. Over by his bed Jeno sees a pile of stuffed animals, and majority of the decorations present were in a baby pink color.

"Cute room," he commented.

"Thanks," Kirby boy replied.

Jeno faced his neighbour. He had, again, soft pink hair and was wearing a white shirt and black sweatpants.

"So, what's your name?" Jeno asked.

"Jaemin," he replied.

"Cool. Cool."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Jeno turned his head away. Unintentionally seeing the mess present beside Jaemin's window. An abused easel stood with a canvas on it. Below the setup were bottles of paint scattered everywhere, a bucket of water, and a lot of dirty brushes.

"Art kid I see," Jeno tried to break the ice. He walked over to the mess, "Is that why you're always up so early?"

"No, not really. Most of the time I just can't seem to sleep haha..," Jaemin chuckled, almost sadly.

"We go to the same school right?" Jeno remembered seeing Jaemin during morning devotion once.

"Yeah," jaemin replied. For some reason, Jeno sensed that his Kirby boy was in a not-so-good mood all of sudden.

So, he tried lightening the atmosphere, "you're really good at painting. If I had your skill I would've picked hl visual arts instead of..biology."