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Flashes of colours, each of his hands being dragged by another, running on soft sand, wet grass, hard cement, giggling and chuckling as they ran away from their problems with the wind blowing in their faces. A reality that would never be his, Renjun knew, but only something that was in his dreams. He found himself thinking about them a little too much. He wasn't sure how to classify it, but after thinking it through in the times that he had woken up in the middle of the night, he labelled it as love. Romantic attraction. The one thing he felt that would stop him from getting what he wanted. He had no friends, no one he could rely on. Jeno and Jaemin were people who had just appeared in his life randomly, but he felt more emotionally attached to them than to his own family. And now he was thinking of ways to kill them painlessly to keep himself alive in a hotel, thirty kilometres away from their home. It was funny how Renjun had immediately accepted it as his home despite being unfamiliar with it. He refused to have these feelings at first, but now accepted them. There was no use in avoiding it. He loved the two since the moment he laid eyes on them. 

Another theory he had made was that, if you fall in love with someone at first sight, you could have somehow recognised them as your lover from your past life. He liked to think that the dreams he had about them were memories from his previous life. He liked to form scenarios to connect the events in his dreams. He liked to laugh at himself, as he cried about them, for being so stupid. They were too good-looking, too nice, too caring, too perfect boyfriend material. He could never do any of that.

"I should get ice cream, or commit a felony. I'll decide when I'm done with my shower."

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A cutie. The first thing Jaemin noticed about him was that he was incredibly cute. He almost forgot that he would one day be staring down at his blood-covered dead body. Or so he thought. In the first few days of living with him, he noticed his mood swings, the little features on his face, the way his nose would almost always be a little redder than the rest of his face after he washed it. He told Jeno about it, and Jeno would observe him as well and smile when he did the things that Jaemin told him about. He found it admirable too. There were times he caught himself staring into his eyes with no intention of blinking, but just thinking about the pure beauty that was Huang Renjun. They talked about it, many times, both unsure of what they were feeling. They just went along with instinct, since the feeling felt good and it was something they felt with each other too. When realization hit Jaemin that he wanted Renjun like he wanted Jeno, and when Jeno realized that he too wanted Renjun like he wanted Jaemin, they came to the conclusion that whatever they were feeling for each other, they were feeling for Renjun too. 

And what they were feeling for Renjun was love, the feeling of never wanting to be away from him, of wanting to keep him happy, of wanting to spend their lives with him. But of course, they'd be refusing the reputation of having helped a president. It wasn't about money anymore, but it was a choice of whether they wanted happiness that wasn't ascertainable, or whether they wanted to be feared and famous. Was a reputable career really more important than satisfaction in their lives? No, it wasn't. That's what Jeno and Jaemin concluded in the first twenty four hours that Donghyuck had given them. It was time that they started to live a little for themselves. The second day was spent explaining to the ex-president why they couldn't do it, and then slow dancing to EDM songs while sipping strawberry milkshakes until midnight.

I don't care if I die because of you. I want you.

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And this had all happened in a month.