9:49 pm — lee jeno has a reputation, you know that better than anyone else. he has toxic habits. habits like talking to multiple girls at once, breaking up over text and reeking of an intriguing mix of smoke, alcohol, and strawberry flavoured nicotine.
all while you can barely count the amount of boys you’ve been with on one hand.
that’s why, when jeno approaches you at such an unexpected hour at the most unexpected of places, your thoughts feel hazy and you imagine the whole ordeal to be a dream.
“anyone sat here,” he doesn’t let the question linger in the air for even a second before slumping into the empty sofa of the booth before you. you bite the inside of your cheek, unsure of what to respond with. in your whole nineteen years of living, you’ve never spoken a word to lee jeno, so why he feels the need to speak to you now, you fail to understand.
“uh, no,” you mutter almost a whole ten seconds later, causing a small smile to stretch over the boy’s lips. you can’t decipher if it’s a smile of amusement, mockery, or anything in between.
“i can see that, sweetheart,” he leans back in his seat, his dark eyes lowering to briefly glance at your knees pressed together before returning to stare at the growing blush in your cheeks. you don’t miss the smirk he sends you before calling over the waitress to order a milkshake – chocolate, you note.
“c-can i help you?” you mutter, your straw now left unattended as you stare across at the stranger sat before you. he pauses for a moment in thought before sitting up and resting his elbows on the tabletop in a more interested manner.
“yes, actually,” his finger taps against the presumably empty salt shaker beside the menu, “i wanted to know if you’re with anybody?”
jeno’s abruptness catches you off guard and you curse when you feel your cheeks burning harshly under his strong gaze. you duck your head down to stare at your lap in wait for your blush to disappear, but nothing happens and you’re forced to meet the smirking boy’s eyes again. he cocks an eyebrow in your direction, clearly expecting an answer.
you wonder whether this is all a cruel trick and his band of rowdy boys are hidden around the corner, ready to jump out and explode into howling laughter at your embarrassed state any second now.
but nothing happens. jeno’s eyes stay glued to you, and you remain puzzled.
“here’s your milkshake,” the waitress returns with his milkshake, and you send her a thankful smile, because even though she’s merely doing her job, she manages to buy you a few extra seconds of thought.
jeno nods a thank you to the woman before returning his sparkling eyes to yours.
“you’ve never spoken to me before, i’m confused?” you frown deeply, truly starting to believe that this is a joke of his own doing. the boy’s face drops momentarily and you fail to ignore the way something like disappointment passes over his features for a second.
“i would like to, y/n,” your name sounds foreign coming from his mouth, but you enjoy the way it smoothly rolls off his tongue nonetheless. “i would like to get to know you.”
he seems genuine, no mocking glint in his eyes now, no trace of humour in his voice – just pure interest.
you try to suppress your smile before eventually answering, “me, too.”
so, there you sit, until twelve at night, talking about nothing but each other. your interests, your fears, your aspirations, everything in between.
you must admit, you’ve never felt more comfortable ever before in your life.