Jeno is his red rose, Mark is his blue lavendar 

I attached a red string at the end of your finger, so no matter where you go, I'll find you and we'll meet again. Basically a summer fic that no one asked for

Ten doesn't understand why does the tall boy from the class two floors below his own was so mesmerizing in his eyes, The latter has always been so quiet, so distant, yet part of him wanted to learn more about him so eagerly, like a treasure box with a lost key looking to be found.