high five ˡ·ʲᵉⁿᵒ

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(a/n : lemme tell u guys, this is my fav chapter)

"no. I think you deserve to know about me."

- seri pov

after what I say, he look at me. taking a deep breath, I explain.

"you see, jeno. I was left since I'm still a baby. I spend my whole life at the orphanage." I say as I look down.

"our orphanage always send the children to this one school near it. but, you know. I don't like to be treated nice out of sympathy by the teachers there only because I am from the orphanage.

being stubborn I am, finally our caretaker, we call him dad, he send me here.

but then I realize, tuition fee here isn't fully supported by our sponsor. and I decided to work part-time to help dad.

didn't know that my choice affect others' life and also, my life. by working so much, I didn't get to make friends and live like those from our house.

dad ask if I want to transfer to the other children school. but knowing our school, they wouldn't want it cause of my achievements." I explain and finally look at jeno.

"j-jeno.."

I call him. he's,.. sympathy was shown over his face. teary eyes and he's holding it back.

"hey, don't look at me like that." I told him. that feeling when others are being sympathy for you, I don't like that.

that's when he burst out.

"yah, jeno!"

he spread his arms looking at me and says.

"c-can I h-hug y-you?"

this is new. no one has ever been like this towards me. looking at him, my heart melts. I nod and pull him to a comforting hug. his hands circle my neck and me putting my chin on his shoulder. patting his back and try to calm him down.

"jeno,.. don't cry..."

"i- i can't. you're s-so strong h-hearted." he says through his sobbing.

"jeno,... if you're saying that I'm strong, you should be strong too. you're a big guy, aren't you?"

a moment of me trying to calm him down and I strangely found it comforting.

"are you okay now, boy?"

he finally pulls away and wipes the tears with his sleeve. he look at me with those puffy eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm the one that should be comforting you, but otherwise happened." he says.

no, you comforts me too.

I shakes my head, and told him  "no, it's okay. it kinda shows me another side of yourself."

he cock an eyebrow.

"what do you mean?" (insert wdym by Justin Bieber)

"you're usually disturbing me and it's annoying. plus, you're no fun."

"excuse meh??" he says making me laugh.

"and, today. I finally know you're a baby, despite your being a strong guy you insist."

"what?!! I'm not a baby!!"

"yes, you are."

"no, I'm not!"

"yes."

"no."

"yes."

"no."

"no?"

"no."

"wow, you didn't fell for it." surprising.

"of course I'm not falling for that lame trick." he says proudly.

"youreababyandyouwilladmititwithsayingwhatibythequestionyesorno."

(no need to read that one)

"what??!!"

"oh, you just admit that you're a baby."

"what, why??"

"okay, listen carefully. I'll repeat what I said." I say and he hum as response.

"you are a baby and you will admit it with saying what by the question yes or no."

"what??!! that was new!!"

"I'm cool, right?" I say making him rolls his eyes and cross his arms.

"okay, okay. I'm sorry." I apologize to him over and over, but he's just being sulky and didn't looks like he's going to forgive me any sooner.

"duh, let me make this up for you." I say and rise my right hand, palm facing him. he looks at me.

"high five?" I ask.

he looks at my hand and my face back and forth. he sighed in defeat and finally raise his right hand  and stick his palm with mine.

I smile at his action and he replies it back.

the day was filled with another joy and full of laughter compared to days before. jeno try to make me laugh and forget about what makes my life hard.

well, gotta admit that not all his jokes are funny. but, he still try and it makes me happy and relieved that he's not leaving me like other kids have done to me.

he is a total kid and really knows how to enjoy life. I didn't regret having him as my best friend. never have I thought that the annoying transfer boy would be my first and only friend.

he's one of a kind.