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eight

it wasn't like renjun particularly liked hanging out with jaemin and jeno, considering they only met on the sleepover and sometimes hung out at lunch, since their friendgroups were connected with each other.

but especially at lunch, he couldn't just leave and spend the rest of the break in the toilet stall, no matter how much he wanted to. the most convient idea was to probably ignore the other two. for now, at least. keeping that up for long, is something he couldn't promise to himself just yet.

why he's doing this, you ask? he didn't know himself. it wasn't even like they ever said something mean to him or crossed his boundaries or anything. actually, he really enjoyed having jaemin and jeno around. he liked the stupid, perverted jokes they cracked, the way they made it impossible for awkward silence to ever find it's way into their conversations, the way they-

and that, that exactly, was the current problem that renjun faced in this moment.

he knew that feeling and he knew what it was, but his brain refused to believe it. he also knew that trying to push that thought into the last corner of his brain also wouldn't work out, since he already did that the last time and it only resulted in causing even more confused feelings, that renjun couldn't figure out for the life of him.

his glance hoovered along the table. there was donghyuck, who was randomly playing a round jenga with jeno -where did they even get it from?- and mark being one who narrated it dramatically.

"and then, hyuck's brick fell onto the table with a slight thud.."

mark started making weird noises like he was trying to summon a demon and renjun was now fully convinced that he definitely didn't get enough sleep last night. 

the only one who didn't seem to be occupied at the moment, jaemin, also must've noticed the futile attempt of the chinese, trying to supress to the urge to just fall asleep, right here and there. on the table and with loud snoring and everything.

the eyes of the pink-orange haired one lingered onto the face of the other one and renjun wished, he really really did, they wouldn't, because his eyelashes were practically glued together, not letting him open his own eyes, in fear of accidentally having to hold eye contact with the older boy and dying afterwards.

simply stated, na jaemin had some of the most mesmerizing fucking eyes renjun had ever seen and he feared, that if he even only held eye contact with him for more than a single nanosecond, he might evaporate into thin air, after coming up with an excuse of why he's suddenly blushing like crazy, as if someone threw tomatoes right into his face.

there was one thing he was asking himself though, though.

why them?

couldn't it just have been some randomly popular guy, he never had a chance to begin with?

wait. jaemin and jeno were.. pretty popular, though.

then, maybe, it could've been someone who's just good at a particular sport or somethi-

OH. wait, fuck, that also applied to them.