She still wasn't home the next morning. Renjun's mom was still out from the night before.
I have one more day.
Renjun didn't know what his mom was going to do with him once she read that note, though he knew it would be nothing good. However, Renjun was determined to keep his most likely last day at school as normal as possible, not wanting to worry anyone. He wasn't a great actor, but he was sure that he could make this work.
He had to get up an hour earlier than usual however, to make sure that his sister didn't catch him before he had the chance to get the hell out of there. He almost forewent brushing his teeth as it seemed too loud and therefore risky, but remembered that his sister was a painfully deep sleeper, and went forward with it cautiously. He then went up to her door and put his ear against it, and upon hearing his sister's thunderous snoring, sighed in relief and went downstairs.
He didn't bother grabbing anything to eat, he couldn't eat when he got nervous or he would get sick. He was shaking in his seat the entire bus ride. He even got a little delusional at some point and imagined his mother storming in through the open doors of the bus during a stop, and snapped to attention with a thundering heart. He was beyond scared of what would happen when he got home, by which time his mother would have arrived and would probably even be waiting at the kitchen table to... to do whatever she was going to do with him.
He would try to do more things today, he decided, as he probably wouldn't be going back to school, or this school anyway. He would just be a dumb fag in his mother's eyes, and she wouldn't pay for his education no matter how many A+'s and pleased reports from teachers were shoved under her nose. Maybe she would send him to a school for juvenile delinquents, if she didn't just kick him out of her house completely.
Renjun stood outside the school for a minute, taking in the building for probably the last time. He noticed that one of the windows was different from the others, with a different sill, and that the roof was very well maintained compared to the rest of the place. He named some of the windows after the classrooms he were sure they were part of, and after he decided that was enough.
He normally would have ignored Chenle when he came running up to him at his locker ranting about his favourite group's recent comeback. He had previously not known the name of the group, but he listened, actually listened this time, and discovered that they were called RFN. He kind of spaced out after Chenle started ranting about is bias (Yoonso?) for a while but Chenle payed no attention to him and talked for a while just about the idol's birthmark on his ear (was he more whipped for Yoonso than Jisung?).
Renjun stayed there at his locker for a while after Jisung joined Chenle and started talking animatedly about RFN as well, spazzing out over his bias, and complaining about how much Yoonso wrecked him, at which Chenle only laughed and teased him.
How cute. They stan the same group.
Renjun then excused himself from the fanboy's congregation and went to the classroom his first class would be taking place in to do the homework he hadn't completed the night before. What? I'm not going to break a perfect record on my last day here.
The day went normally from then on, mostly. Renjun even got himself to eat an apple he got from the cafeteria, swallowing bites past his nerves. He had to have something to eat, his mother probably wouldn't even give him scraps tonight. With that thought in mind, he brought a sandwich for later.
He sat with people he hadn't had a chance to catch up with for a while at lunch, laughing and smiling and storing these memories away forever. I hope I never forget these guys. Hell, I'll be having a hard time forgetting about Donghyuck and Yukhei.
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notes || jaenoren (norenmin)
FanfictionRenjun really thought he was being a nuisance when the two boys on either side of him kept asking him to pass their notes to each other, but when he sees what they're talking about, he has to rethink things. © -THREADS
