#but first the shirts started BLEEDING like the red is everywhere on a white tshirt

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ooohhhhh mytgg gooddddd I was given 3 simple tasks that are not being simple!!!

[ijenoyou]

Bright eyes.

werewolf!jeno x human!reader. 

summary: jeno reminds you of a part of your childhood you don’t remember ever living.

PT2.

warnings: mentions of blood, loss of memory.

note: this is kinda based on the book saga The Wolves of Mercy Falls hehe anyways don’t mind any grammatical mistakes:) english isn’t my first lenguaje soooo hehe enjoy! also i might do more parts of this lol depends on how well it goes lmao

MASTERLIST.

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Another cold and boring day.

It was the coldest day by far in the whole year, making you wear a gray sweater under your tshirt and fluffy jacket. Middle of the new semestrer starts today so it would be no surprise if you saw some new faces at school. And still, you would find most of them boring and plain, nothing could get you excited today, unless something big happens which was unlikely in the cold and boring Minnessota.

When arriving at school, you met your best and only friend, Mark. A nice boy with soft brown hair from Canada, who moved five years ago to the bright yellow house next to yours.

“I think this year is going to be good!” Mark said with a smile after you said hi to him.

You wished you were as happy as he is —it’s not like you were in a constant state of sadness— but you couldn’t help but to wonder why is he always smiling and beaming with happiness. There’s nothing in Minnessota to be excited about but maybe it’s the way he could ditch you any time and get more nice friends who could actually talk to him the way he does with you.

“I don’t know Mark, it feels like the year is going to be the same as the other years.” You said while beginning walking towards the entrance of the school.

“Maybe this year you can find someone to you know—“ He said while nudging me with his elbow while moving his eyebrows up and down.

“What? More friends to hang out with?” You snort and laugh while shaking your head to the sides.

“I mean— You could get more friends, sometimes I feel bad when I see that I’m your only friend.” He answered while faking a sad pout. “I was talking about you know... A boyfriend maybe.”

You stopped walking making him laugh with nervousness.

“Or girlfriend! I don’t judge.” Mark said while shrugging his shoulders.

You roll your eyes and push his shoulder with yours and began walking again.

“I’m not looking for someone to date, dude.” You said and took your usual seat, Mark groaned and put both of his hands at the sides of your desk making you look directly at this eyes. “What?”

“You’re going to die alone if you don’t start hanging out with other people!” He said almost screaming.

You huffed and decide to take out your phone which was connected to your earbuds. You put them on and pressed play so your loud music could start. And that’s when Mark knew he lost the battle so he decided to just sit next to you. The class was about to begin when other students started to apear and take their places. You weren’t paying any attention until one of the new students arrived, you frowned when seeing what he was wearing.

Isn’t he cold? You thought to yourself.

He was wearing black skinny jeans, a plaid black and white flannel with a black shirt underneath with black combat boots. You were thinking of how could he not be shivering since it’s snowing already and it’s going to be like that for 2 months in a row. But what got your attention was the fact that he was wearing sunglasses, wondering why since there’s no even a bit of warm lights coming from the sun.

You followed him with your eyes until he took the only free seat which was in front of you.

Mark saw the way your eyes were looking at the mysterious guy and smirked, thinking of a way to make you talk to the new blonde boy.

It was free period when you saw him again, this time you alone since Mark had basketball practice. You were walking towards your locker when you saw the boy with blonde — almost white— hair next to yours trying to open the door but failing miserably.

“You have to twist it and let it click.” You softly spoke behind him. “Like this.” You did it with your locker and it opened.

He copied your moves and his door opened in which he smiled. He turned his full body to you.

“Thanks, I’ve trying to open this damn thing for almost 10 minutes.” He said and started to put some of his books inside the locker.

You gave him a small smile with a nod and took your water bottle of your own locker and close it with your shoulder since you were carrying some heavy books for your science class.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You’re already asking one.” He answered making you snort. “But sure.”

“What’s up with the sunglasses? There’s no sun.” You said making him laugh, he shrugged and took them out revealing a pair of eyes which had some tones of red mixed with brown and a mole underneath his right eye.

Why are his eyes red? Maybe you were seeing things but you could swear to god that his eyes were going from a deep brown to a dark red.

“I’m Jeno.” He extended his hands towards your and you took it without hesitating.

For some reason you feel like you already know him, and when you took his hand into yours a tingle went right through your whole arm. It was a feeling you had in the back of your brain like a memory you had lost. When he let go of your hand he smiled and turned around to leave.

“I’ll see you around Y/N.” He said while walking away from you.

You frowned. “How do you know my name?!” You shouted since he was already pretty far away.

“Your friend Mark told me.” He playfully said while putting his sunglasses on.

Mark is so gonna be dead.

After that atrocious meeting you had wifh Jeno you decided to nag Mark later over text.

When you arrived home the first thing you see is your mom looking at your baby pictures on the kitchen counter with a sweet smile on her face.

“What are you doing?” You asked while filling a glass with apple juice.

“I’m planing on hanging some of your baby photos on my office.” She explains while taking one photo and putting a frame on it.

You placed your glass down and took one picture off the counter.

It was a picture of you when you were between 10 and 12 years old, you could see there was some snow on the ground you were sitting at, next to a big white fluffy dog that looked almost like a wolf. You were smiling while hugging the dogs neck and for some reason the dog looked like he was smiling since it’s —weirdly enough— red eyes were curling like crescent moons with his tongue out.

“Whose dog is this?” You spoke after a few seconds of silence.

“Uh? Oh! That’s Moonie.” Your mother explained and took the picture off your hands. “I’m surprised you don’t remember him, you had him for almost two years.”

Weird. You don’t remember having a dog at that moment in your life, but when looking at the fluffy dog your heart started to beat faster.

“What kind of name is ‘Moonie’?” You mocked and took another sip of your apple juice.

“Well— You always said his eyes looked like moons even when we found him because it looks like he’s always smiling.” She said focused on getting the picture frame standing correctly.

“F-Found him?”

Your mother stoped doing whatever she was trying to do with the frame and frowned.

“Do you really don’t remember Moonie?” She asked with concerned, you shake your head and she sighed. “Y/N, you found him or maybe he found you—“ She laughed. “We went out to the mountains, the ones that are close to the forest, to play with the snow but your father and I lost you within the trees.”

Before she could continue the story your father came down from the second floor and smile when he saw what your mother was holding, gave her a quick kiss in the crown of her head and walked towards the fridge to take a cold water bottle from it.

“Honey, Y/N doesn’t remember Moonie!” She exclaimed and your fathers eyes went wide open.

“I’m surprised she doesn’t.” Your mom laughed and expressed that she said the same thing.

You rolled your eyes at your parents ethics and told your mother to continue the story in which she responded with a very enthusiastic yes.

“We were looking everywhere for you until we heard you scream, we ran as fast as our old bodies could and found you in the ground with a very big bite on your right leg and blood stained the snow.” Your father patted your moms head and she sighed. “We—“ Her eyes started to water at the thought of you hurt.

“A pack of wolfs attacked you.” Your father explains. “But there was one who tried to get them away from you, that was Moonie.” He finished talking.

“So... You’re saying that a dog saved me from being eaten?” You asked with shock. “What happened after?”

“When they left he began licking your wound to try and make it stop bleeding, we wanted to carry you but when your mom and I got closer he would bark at us.” He said and opened his water bottle then taking a sip from it. “Since he wouldn’t leave your side we took him home with us, we hid him on the car when we took you to the hospital to get treated.”

Your mind was racing, trying to remember the dog who apparently saved you— but looking at the other pictures you had with the animal you started to think that maybe he wasn’t a dog, but a wolf. Maybe just a bit smaller than a normal wolf.

“Where is he now?” You asked.

“We don’t know, he one day left on his own and never saw him again, you were so sad it broke our hearts.” Your mother finished putting all of the photos she wanted on frames and got up from the stool she was sitting at.

She gave you a squish on the shoulder and started to save the rest of the pictures in a shoe box.

“Can I keep it?” You took the picture of you and Moonie in between your fingers.

“Of course honey!”

Getting a ton of work on the second day of school wasn’t something you were looking forward to, but here you were, doing literature work if you wanted to get some points for finals. But it was hard to do it since you kept on thinking about that damn dog or wolf — whatever he is. —

“It’s a wolf.” You heard a raspy voice behind you.

“Uh?” You turned around confused.

There he is.

“You were muttering something about a dog and a wolf but looking at the picture in your hand it’s clearly a wolf.” Jeno answered and took seat next to you.

You bit your bottom lip thinking of a reply to his words. “How are you so sure?” You asked while narrowing your eyes.

He smirked and took the picture with him. “There’s no way a normal dog is that big.” Jeno explained and you nodded. “Moonie.” He whispers with a faint smile on his lips.

“H-How do you know his name?” You asked with wonder in your voice.

“It’s uh— It’s on the back of the picture.” He quickly spoke and turned the piece of paper around.

Moonie and Me! ♡

It’s written on very big and bold letters.