SECRETS • Nomin • Renmin

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Meanwhile,
Jeno took Jaemin into an empty room before closing.

'If you want to say something, say it fast,' Jaemin snapped, his voice laced with annoyance. 'I have a class to attend.'

'Why were you with Renjun?' Jeno demanded, his anger barely concealed.

'Why does that bother you?' Jaemin retorted coldly, his dislike for Jeno's line of questioning evident.

Jeno stopped pacing, his eyes pleading. 'I told you, Jaemin, Haechan and his friend Renjun are bad news. I care about you. I rejected Renjun, and after knowing I like you, they're definitely going to take revenge by making you away from me.' Jeno said trying to convince Jaemin the lies.

'You don't know him, Jeno,' Jaemin said, his voice a bit softer now. 'He's not like that.'

Jeno's face hardened. 'Don't be naive, Jaemin. You don't know what he's capable of.'

As Jaemin's gaze drifted to the window, a slight smirk formed on Jeno's lips. Suddenly, he noticed the school's 'Tea Master also known as TM' lurking outside with a camera. An idea sparked in his mind. TM was notorious for her gossip-fueled social media posts, and Jeno knew she wouldn't hesitate to exploit this situation.

Swiftly, Jeno back-hugged Jaemin, his arms enveloping him. The Tea Master, unaware of their ruse, snapped a picture and scurried away.

'Trust me, Jaemin-ah,' Jeno whispered, breaking the embrace and turning Jaemin to face him. 'At least once.'

Jaemin hesitated, his heart pounding.
'I need sometime to think about it'

'Take how much time you need, don't take the wrong decision tho and don't believe their lies' Jeno said as Jaemin left the room

Jaemin went straight to the rooftop instead of his class as he was already late for it and isn't in a mood to get scolded by the teacher. He reached the rooftop sitting in an empty bench placed near the wall.

The wind whipped Jaemin's hair around his face as he sat on the rooftop, a gust of wind carried the faint scent of blooming flowers. Jaemin closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to calm his racing thoughts. The gentle breeze caressed his skin, offering a momentary respite from the chaos within.

Jeno's words echoed in his ears, a persistent hum of doubt and fear.

'Trust me, Jaemin-ah, at least once?' Jeno's voice, laced with desperation, had sent a shiver down his spine. He'd seen the vulnerability in Jeno's eyes, the raw emotion that had been hidden behind a facade of confidence. But trust was a fragile thing, easily shattered. And Jeno's words, though laced with concern, had a bitter undercurrent of possessiveness that made Jaemin wary.

He thought of Renjun, his smile as bright as the sun, his laughter as light as a feather. Renjun, who had been nothing but kind and supportive, who had offered him a friendship that felt genuine and unburdened.

With a heavy sigh, he reached for his phone and dialed a familiar number. 'Hlo, Jaehyun hyung?' he whispered into the receiver.

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During lunch time,
Jaemin didn't attend any of his classes. He left from school and messaged both Jeno and Renjun that something important came up sonhe had to leave.

Renjun was worried, ''Did Jeno do something to him?' Renjun whispered, his voice barely audible over the din of the lunch crowd.

Haechan, oblivious to the turmoil swirling within Renjun, was busy regaling him with a story about his latest conquest. 'And then, she was like, 'Haechan, you're not that funny tbh!' Can you believe it?' he exclaimed,  he was not even listening to whatever nonsense Haechan was blabbering next to him.

Suddenly, a cold sensation washed over Renjun's head. He blinked, startled, and looked up to see Jeno standing over him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. A half-empty bottle of water lay on the table, its contents now soaking Renjun's hair and clothes.

'Tf you think you are doing?' Haechan roared, his hand reaching for Jeno. But before he could land a blow, Mike, Jeno's hulking sidekick, grabbed his arms, pinning him in place.

Jeno, his face contorted with a cruel smile, grabbed Renjun by the collar, pulling him close. 'Don't you dare say anything bad about me to Jaemin,' he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. 'And he's mine. Stay away from him. I don't want you around him anymore. Otherwise, you know what I can do, Huang Renjun.'

Renjun's eyes welled up with tears. He struggled to breathe, his chest constricted by Jeno's grip. Jeno, satisfied with the terror he had instilled, released his hold, pushing Renjun to the ground. He then swaggered away, leaving Renjun gasping for air, his body trembling.

Haechan, freed from Mike's grasp, rushed to Renjun's side. 'Renjun, are you okay?' he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Renjun, unable to speak, only managed to nod weakly. He looked at the empty seat across from him, his heart aching for Jaemin.

'Come let's go to the medical room' Haechan said dragging him to there even after Renjun refused.

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