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As a Side Character
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CONTINUATION OF THE USUAL LOVE STORY.
Renjun sat in the corner of the kitchen counter, enjoying the breakfast his uncle, Sicheng had left him before going off to work. He sliced the omelet into smaller pieces, then mixing his hot steamy tea with a spoon full of sugar.
"Another day to a new start." He whispered to himself confidentially.
Suddenly, the front door burst opened. It creaked so loud that Renjun flew off his seat and the tea cup on the hard stone counter wobbled. Who would be coming in at this time?
Chenle, his uncle's cousin and his friend stormed inside the kitchen with his best friend Jisung. The blonde's head looked like it was going to explode as he could see the grey smoke steaming out from his ears. His hands were out of control, as if he was going to punch up a few baddies on the loose.
"He-"
"Don't hey me!" Chenle shouted at the red head. "Wow, so now you're just gonna act natural after what you've done!"
The younger Chinese male charged for Renjun, picking him up by the collar of his uniform from his seat. "How dare you! Don't you know how upset Jaemin is right now?"
He then pushed him against the nearest wall. They were now head to head as Chenle stared at him like he was a killer. Renjun didn't understand what was happening and tried pushing the younger off. He couldn't feel himself breath properly, trying his best to huff in for air.
Chenle gritted his teeth. "Tell me! Tell me why you're stealing Jeno from his own boyfriend!"
"Wha-"
"Chenle stop!" Shouted Jisung, who was trying to grab his best friend away from the older.
Renjun tried freeing himself, kicking his legs off. "G-get off m-me, I c-can't-"
A loud crash then echoed throughout the house. The two foreigners gasped on what they could see. Renjun accidentally kicked Jisung, making him collide with the hard kitchen counter. The Korean lad was on the hard floor, looking very unconscious. His arms were let loose on the side of his droopy body, all weak and hurt.
Chenle at last let go off him, rushing all the way to the helpless boy.
"Jisung, are you okay?" He asked, voice turned all soft and sweet.
'Why can't he talk to me like that?'
They two can hear a small answer form the youngest, whispering a silent 'I'm fine'. But that wasn't enough for Chenle.
