FALLING FOR YOU | Renhyuck

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Chapter 1:

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Sorry if the story isn't that great. English isn't my first language but I tried my best, forgive my mistakes.

Renjun sat alone at the cafeteria table, pushing his food around his plate, barely touching it. Across the room, Jeno and Jaemin sat close, sharing a plate of fries, laughing at something only they found funny. It was always like this. Renjun often found himself on the outside looking in, wondering if he really belonged with them. He forced a smile when they occasionally glanced his way, but deep down, he felt like a ghost—unseen, unheard.

“Hey, Renjun, come sit with us!” Jaemin waved, his voice cheerful and bright.

Renjun hesitated but picked up his tray and moved to their table. Jeno barely acknowledged him, eyes glued to Jaemin, who immediately slung an arm around Renjun’s shoulders. Renjun stiffened at the sudden contact, feeling the awkward tension between them. It wasn’t that he disliked Jaemin—Jaemin was warm and kind, always trying to include him. But Jeno’s subtle glares whenever Jaemin was touchy with him made Renjun uneasy.

“What’s wrong? You’ve barely touched your food,” Jaemin pouted, poking Renjun’s cheek playfully.

“I’m not that hungry,” Renjun mumbled, feeling out of place. Jeno’s eyes flickered toward them, and Renjun quickly pulled away from Jaemin’s touch.

Before Jaemin could reply, a voice interrupted. “Well, isn’t this cute? The third wheel finally found his spot.”

Renjun’s head snapped up, meeting the familiar smirk of Haechan, Jeno’s stepbrother. Haechan had this aura about him—confident, mischievous, and annoyingly flirty. Renjun’s heartbeat quickened involuntarily as Haechan leaned in close, his cologne flooding Renjun’s senses.

“Miss me, Renjun?” Haechan’s tone was teasing, dripping with a flirtation that made Renjun’s cheeks burn.

“No,” Renjun snapped, scooting away. But Haechan didn’t relent. He slid into the seat next to Renjun, their knees brushing under the table. Renjun’s mind went blank, the proximity sending his heart into overdrive.

Haechan leaned in, his breath warm against Renjun’s ear. “Why so shy, darling? Afraid you’ll fall for me?”

Renjun froze, his face heating up at the words. Haechan was always like this—bold, unafraid, and constantly pushing boundaries that made Renjun’s pulse race. Renjun hated it. Or at least, he told himself he did.

“Back off, Haechan,” Jeno growled, glaring at his stepbrother. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass my friend?”

“Oh, I’m just making conversation,” Haechan shrugged, but his eyes never left Renjun. “Can’t blame a guy for being interested.”

Renjun’s heart stuttered at the insinuation, his mind struggling to process Haechan’s words. Was it all just a game? It had to be. Renjun didn’t believe in love, not after everything he’d been through. People were cruel; they said things they didn’t mean, used others for entertainment, and tossed them aside when bored. And Haechan seemed to embody that kind of trouble.

But whenever Haechan got close—like now, his arm casually draped on the back of Renjun’s chair, his smile lazy and teasing—Renjun couldn’t think straight. It was like his mind went on autopilot, focusing solely on the warmth radiating from Haechan’s proximity.

“I don’t need your help,” Renjun muttered, directing his words at Jeno but feeling the weight of Haechan’s gaze on him.

“You sure about that?” Haechan murmured, his fingers brushing against Renjun’s, a touch so fleeting it could have been accidental, but Renjun knew better. He flinched away, heart pounding.

“Haechan, just leave him alone,” Jeno snapped, his patience wearing thin. “Can’t you go bother someone else?”

“But why would I do that when my favorite person is right here?” Haechan’s smirk deepened, enjoying the way Renjun’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. He thrived on the reactions he could pull from Renjun—the shy glances, the stuttered words, the way Renjun would try and fail to hide how flustered he got whenever Haechan was near.

Renjun stood abruptly, his chair scraping the floor loudly. “I need to go to class,” he said, avoiding everyone’s eyes, especially Haechan’s. He didn’t need this—not now, not ever. The attention, the teasing—it was too much, too close, and too confusing.

As Renjun walked away, he could hear Jaemin calling after him, but he didn’t turn back. He needed space, somewhere to breathe, somewhere to clear his head of Haechan’s overwhelming presence. But just as he reached the door, Haechan’s voice echoed behind him.

“You can run, Renjun, but you can’t hide from me.”

Renjun’s steps faltered, his heart skipping a beat. He didn’t dare look back, but he could feel the promise in Haechan’s words like a lingering touch. Haechan was trouble, no doubt about it, but Renjun wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to resist it.

As he disappeared into the hallway, Renjun’s mind swirled with thoughts he didn’t want to admit. Haechan was annoying, flirty, and way too confident—but there was something else there too, something that made Renjun’s walls tremble. He hated it, but a small part of him—the part that went blank whenever Haechan was near—wondered if it was possible to hate someone and still crave the way they made you feel alive.
And that thought terrified Renjun more than anything else.

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