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2nd February, 2015
“He's cute”
Jeno looked up to see who was his classmates were talking about.
A boy.
Sitting alone in the garden. Slowly picking up the sliced fruit from the container with his long slender fingers before carefully pushing them inside his mouth.
How many pieces will come out from a single finger? 3 per finger? If they are snipped from each knuckle .
That was the first thought that came to Jeno's mind when he first saw Jaemin on the second year of high school. & yet, Jeno would say he was pretty normal to think that.
13th April, 2016
1:00 PM
“I heard he's blind! He won't even know who it was!”
Jeno kept writing down his notes as a few low lives kept planning something just behind him.
Idiots.
7:45 PM
“P-please! Please Help Me!”
Jeno stared at the crying boy in front of him. The boy looked historic as he tried to find anything or anyone to grab onto blindly.
The blind boy.
Jeno kept staring at the boy who was trying to find a way out from the room with his half-torn school shirt & messy look that screamed what was about to happen here a while ago.
It wasn't like that Jeno wanted to help the boy or something. It was purely a coincidence (at least Jeno would like to say it was) that he was in front of the janitor’s room 3hrs after the school was over. It was purely a coincidence to beat his noisy classmates to death one by one. He didn't really want to save the boy from being gang raped inside the school. He just wanted to feel excited, he just wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline in his body when he would see the red tacky liquid oozing out from those noisy kids bashed skull. He didn’t mean to spare the blind boy.
But he did.
Jeno wordlessly held the boy's trembling hand as he guided the other to the nearest washroom. He wordlessly pulled out the torn shirt over the protesting boy's body in a swift tug before handing him a shirt he sneaked out from the gym locker on his way. Jeno was annoyed, he had a sudden urge to suffocate the screaming boy who thought he was still getting violated.
& Jeno did. He felt the other clawing his hand, that had its fingers wrapped around the other boy's neck, suffocating him until the boy's screams faded away into heavy breaths & choked sobs.
Jeno felt something in him stir that moment. When his eyes locked with the teary eyes of the blind boy. Jeno felt alive to be in control, he felt alive to have control over the blind boy who was now heaving like a gaping fish. Jeno kept observing as the other's half naked body shivered with fear, as his visionless eyes frantically moving every direction in a futile attempt to find Jeno.
Jeno hated it. He hated the marks from those noisy kids on the blind boys slightly golden skin. He hated how they marked the boy like beasts trying to rip off the blind boy's skin. He hated how the boy trembled in fear mistaking him for one of those dead kids.
Jeno hated being mistaken as those bastards.
But now Jeno liked it. He liked it when he saw the blind boy crying because of him. He liked how he had the upmost control over the boy now. He liked how the boy had a blooming mark around his neck because of Jeno. He liked how the mark screamed that.... The boy was Jeno's.
The boy was only his to break, only his to fix.
From that moment Na Jaemin belonged to Lee Jeno....