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Truth is like a surgery

It hurts

But cures

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Jaemin arrived a Jenos apartment, and instantly went up the stairs to Jenos place. Once be got there and knocked on the door once, no answer. Jaemin gave it 3 more knocks.

After awhile of no answer, Jaemin was about to knock again until he heard a old mans voice behind him.

"So you must be him." He sighed heavily after the sentence and Jaemin turned around to look over at him. He recognized the older male was the landlord, the man he talked to the first time he was here.

"Uh, excuse me?" Jaemin asked in question.

"You must be that kid Jeno was talking about." He said simply.

Jaemin raised an eyebrow at him and he shook his head at me.

"He's gone. He moved in with his grandpa just yesterday, but I think I need to tell you something." The man said slowly.

"And what's that?" Jaemin asked cautiously.

The old man just put a hand up and flapped his fingers at the other as he walked down stairs, signaling for Jaemin to follow him.

"Follow me." The old man said.

Jaemin hesitantly followed him down stairs, and they walked until they got to a run down looking door. He brought out keys and opened the door.

'This is where he must live.' Jaemin thought.

He opened the door and waited for Jaemin to go in, as the other did he closed the door and walked past Jaemin into the small living room that held barely a full sized couch. Jaemin smelt ramen and other scents he didn't even know of.

'Nothing like Jenos.' Jaemin thought to himself.

The old man then sat down. Patting the
spot on the couch beside him, Jaemin sat down. Jaemin looked at him expecting him to tell him something. Waiting.

"Jenos a tough kid. He's a really tough one. That's was makes me worry about him so much. He's lived here for awhile, he came to me lost and broken, confused and hurt. I lended him a place to stay here, say a week or so, until I told him if he lived here he'd have to work and pay rents." He said until he cut himself off by heavily coughing. Then continued. "He told me about you. A lot. He talked about you every time I went over to his place. I think your name was Jaemin? Nana? I don't know, can't remember."

'Nana.' That nickname ran through Jaemins head and he gave a small smile in remembrance of Jeno saying it. He missed that.

"But just 3 days ago he told me something. Very...unfair, I guess. I'm guessing you want to hear it?" The old man guessed.

Jaemin nodded his head, insisting for the other to continue.

"I heard you two had a fight, and with a girl of who I don't know of. He told me that what she did deceived you." The old man said in a husky voice.

'I knew it! Why didn't I trust my instincts?! Jeno was innocent this whole time.' Jaemins mind was screaming at him, and he regretted everything.

Guilt settled in him, and he felt terrible for what he did.

"What really happened, at least what he told me, is that she set him up. She told him to stay away from you, as he was interfering with your "relationship". She called him some things, and I guess wanted to get rid of him. The truth is, she pulled the knife on Jeno. She pulled the stunt."

He looked at me straight in the eye, sadness filled in them.

"And she's the one who made Jeno like this." He finished sadly.

It was silent for a moment, and Jaemin was processing everything.

"L-like what?.." Jaemin asked slowly.

The old man gave a heavy sad sigh, and Jaemin prepared for the worst.

"Once I entered his apartment, he was lying there. On the floor, in complete darkness. He was crying of somewhat, so I helped him up. That's when I noticed the bruise on his cheek."

He gave Jaemin an evident look, and he quickly looked away in guilt. It was his fault after all.

"That's when he told me everything." The old man sighed and leaned back.

There was a pause, until he continued.

"I don't know if I should be telling you this..but Jeno has lost so many...." He said lowly.

Jaemin looked up at him in confusion. He was looking down at the table, what looked like on the verge of tears.

"Poor kid lost his mom and his house at the age of...who knows what. Young age I'm guessing. Jeno was alone for half his childhood- hell hes been alone." He put his hand on his head and covered his eyes. "He's never had anyone to lean onto, his father neglected him, he's gone through- no- he's going through depression." He gave a heavy sigh, and another heavy cough.

Jaemin was frozen on the spot. He should've been there for him. He should've trusted him. He should've been that shoulder he could lean on, but wasn't. This is all his fault, all of it.

"I just want the kid to be happy." Then he looked at the other. "And I think your the key to it."

Jaemin then looked at him confused, but then realized everything in one split moment.

Jeno loved him.

Jeno loved him.

Jaemin stood up and put my fist in the air yelling a loud "YES!".

Jaemin then looked at the landlord and smiled at him.

"Where is he? Where does is grandpa live?" Jaemin asked quickly.

The man frowned, and shook his head.

"I have no clue. Sorry kid." He said before he got up and shuffled down the small hallway. "Your gonna need to figure that out." He said before he entered a room and closed the door.

Jaemin stood there, thinking about where Jeno could be. He went out of his apartment, and walked down the side walk. Jaemin didn't know where he was going, nor what he would face.

However in this moment he would face whatever he would have too. He needed to get Jeno back, he need to apologize, he needed to clear things up, and he need to tell him. He had too.

He was risking everything to get Jeno back.

Looking at himself in the mirror is the worst thing he could do, and somehow he did it on a daily bases. He regretted it every time, and it's only been half a week since I've seen Jaemin.

Jaemin.

That name runs through Jeno's head everyday, every second of the day. How he wish it could stop. He couldn't handle this. He needed to get him out of his mind, he needed to stop thinking about him.

He hasn't ate in a while, at least a real meal. Jeno hasn't been taking care of himself at all, and he knew it, yet he didn't do anything about it. He was lying in bed all day, he quit work, and he's finally felt like giving up. He cut more and now my thighs and wrist hurt, but it's not like anybody cared. Nobody needed him anymore, he was useless. He cried most of the time, and hated himself for it.

He knew this would happen, and knew he could only take so much.

Before he broke completely.