Probably cliche. May have few grammatical mistakes. Totally fictional. Hope you enjoy.
Jaemin gets a second chance at life but in someone else's body. How will he manage to cope up with his new family and friends without barely knowing anything abo...
"I'll drop you home now. You Brother is waiting to see you",the white haired boy told me and helped me get back in his car. He drove off and was focused on the road ahead of him, changing song on the radio in between and I was just looking outside the window, seeing the scenery go by. I didn't know what to talk about since I barely knew who I was at the moment. Will I get my answers when I go 'home'?
"Renjunieee you're back!",a tall, thin boy said to me while running towards me. "I'm so glad you made it"
"Me too Winwin hyung haha", the white haired boy continued while I was still confused.
"Thanks for dropping him here. I'll take him to his room now. He definitely needs rest"
"Yeah. I'll come over tomorrow to see you", with that the boy gave me a small kiss on the forehead which made my stomach feel all tingly and he left to his car.
"Come on now", the other boy said and pulled me by my arm inside this new house and we went upstairs and he stopped in front of a room, which I was guessing was my room. "Go sleep for a while. I'll call you when it's dinner time okay"
I nodded my head and went inside. How could I possibly get sleep when I had millions of questions running across my mind? There definitely will be an answer to atleast some of them if I looked around this room.
There were many pictures of this Renjun and his boyfriend, hung on the wall and one, framed near the bed. A serious couple, I see. There were few with this other boy as well and two older people which I am guessing is his parents.
I looked around the shelves and found lot of comics and old notebooks. Most of them were filled with drawings and small quotes. Some had famous song lyrics too. But nothing had information about me.
I went to the wardrobe next and found a pile of hoodies placed messily, jeez. But there was something sticking out, under the pile. It looked like a book. I took it out without shaking the pile too much and found out it was a diary. Good, now I can finally know a few things about myself. ------------------
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