always ↬ leading me on || l.dh • h.rj • z.cl

·ten·

He had yet to figure out why he was being tortuously embarrassed like this and as his chocolatey-brown eyes scanned over the room once, he sighed. Realising that while everyone seemed envious of him, no one would make a move to do anything of it - Ms. Young proved herself to be useless in those moments as well.

Finally someone piped up, their voice cold as their words cut through the air in the room, "Donghyuck oppa just said something to you, answer him."

Renjun glared at the short-haired female that had spoke, he didn't give two shits about who said what to him and he certainly wasn't going to give anyone the satisfaction of an answer. Who was she to order him around?

"I'm sorry, I never realised we were playing Simon Says here, but since we are, I'll be Simon and Simon says fuck off." Renjun scoffed and to say the least, all the students were stunned.

The black haired male felt more than heard a light, breathy chuckle against his back as strong hands wrapped firmly around his waist. Jaemin nipped at his earlobe and smiled, "you're definitely a keeper."

And Renjun nearly cringed at the multitude of dreamy sighs that filled the room as the pupils gawked lovingly at the boy who's lap he was sitting on.

Maybe he should've just listened to Chenle when the younger had told him not to transfer to SM High.

Somewhere he didn't mind though, because he knew that he'd be able to see his best friend while he was here. He didn't even try to hide how much he missed Chenle and everything about him; his smile, his hard-working personality, his ever-supportive nature, the way he cared so deeply for Renjun, his beautiful face, even his annoyingly high-pitched, dolphin-like screech that in certain realms, passed off as a laugh.

Renjun missed Chenle. There was no lie in that statement.

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By the time the pale boy had wondered out of his thoughts, he'd realised that the teacher had already set a task for them — class now concentrating on work — and that Jaemin (he'd supposed that was the pretty boy's name) had began to speak to him about something.

"...and then Jeno nearly strangled him to death-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Who did what to who?" he asked, finally zoning in to the conversation. He'd supposed that getting on these two's bad sides wasn't something he'd want to do.

Jaemin let out another small laugh as he tucked a strand of Renjun's hair behind his ear while smiling up at him adoringly, "Jeno tried to strangle Hyuck."

Renjun wondered why the brunette looked so star-struck while he talked about someone nearly murdering someone else, but he mentally shrugged it off and nodded.

"I don't know who Jeno and Hyuck are, but they seem fun."

"Nah, Jeno is hella boring and very no fun." The boy replied, pulling Renjun closer to him. "And that's Hyuck by the way," he coughed as he turned the boy's head in the direction of his friend.

"Lee Donghyuck," his tone was flat as he spoke and Renjun gave him a once over before his eyes stopped at the bracelet he wore around his wrist. He gave Chenle an identical one before the younger left to Korea. He never knew they sold similar ones over here as well.

"You remind me of a carrot," he accidently blurted out after his eyes met the other's again. 'Oh shit,' he thought 'I wasn't supposed to say that out loud'.

"I mean your drawing reminds me off a c-carrot," at that, Hyuck glanced at him questioningly.

"I didn't draw anything though?"

The ravenette inwardly facepalmed, why was he such an idiot?

Renjun sighed, "it's not my fault you're walking around with bloody fucking pumpkin hair," he mumbled and he felt like slapping himself again, he wasn't meant to say that out loud either. This was his cue to just shrivel up and die in a corner quietly-

"OH MY LORD, PUMPKIN HAIR. I'M FUCKING DYING-" Jaemin wheezed and he would've doubled over in laughter if it weren't for the boy seated on his lap. He wiped away an imaginary tear, "please just marry me now Injunnie."

Said boy, who had his eyes tightly squeezed shut - anticipating the worst, lifted one eyelid precariously and looked around. Phew, no one was glaring at him just yet and he may or may not have seen a small smile break through on Donghyuck's face.

He cleared his throat and straightened up immediately, trying to regain his regal air, "my sincerest apologies your highness, but I am already taken."

Jaemin's happy expression dropped, "wait, you are? O-oh um... I'm so-"

"Obviously I'm not taken, you fool," the transfer snorted, whacking Jaemin up the head as he laughed.

"You'd actually think anyone would want to date me? I'm practically invisible to the world."

"You're not," Haechan butted in just as his friend had opened his mouth to speak, happy mood returning, "there's no way you could be invisible when you have some obvious guts and snarky remarks up your sleeve."

"Thanks, I guess?" he replied, "but my guts aren't up my sleeves, they're in my st-"

"Just shut up now," the orange haired boy shoved him lightly with a playful glare, causing both him and Jaemin to fall sidewards across the table.

The three of their laughs sounded through the air as the fallen duo tried to get up.

"I don't think I mind you all too much. Actually, I might even just like you Injoong." Hyuck grinned.

"Well it's great to know that our pointless and dead conversation got us somewhere," huffing, he leaned back against Jaemin's broad chest, "it's Injun by the way. Injun. Not Injoong. I know I have a nice philtrum, but it doesn't mean I am one," and he got shoved again by a chortling Haechan.

"StoB shOvinG mE!" The dark-eyed boy shouted in mock anger as he tackled the other into a headlock.

Jaemin watched on, amused, "Damn, Jeno's gonna just love him," he whispered to himself, a soft smile gracing his features.