𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 [EDITING]

7

"Why did you have to come early again?" Jaemin asked Jeno, as he dragged him down the empty school corridor. "I have a football meeting at quarter to eight." Jeno said, finally reaching his locker. "And you brought me because?" Jaemin questioned. "Because you love me."

The two now stood in a comfortable silence, talking every now and then. Jaemin leaning against the wall, waiting for his boyfriend to finish getting his stuff out of his locker. Soon enough something caught his eye, a familiar figure popping into view.

It was Renjun.

He saw the boy limping badly, with dark circles under his eyes. In the midst of staring at the boy, Renjun had fallen against the wall, clutching to the locker for stability. Jaemin saw the boy lean his head up, now noticing the cut in his lip, and the dried blood on his forehead.

What the fuck happened to him?

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Renjun woke up earlier then usual today, at around 4:00. Ruining his schedule, he set of early to the cafe, planning on catching an early train. But what he forgot was that five boys like to mess around late at night, and that those boys were assholes.

"Oh look who we have here boys, little Injunnie." After hearing the familiar voice Renjun froze, seeing the boys hanging out in front of the apartment complex.

There were five boys in total. Jiyong who was the leader of the group, and an utter sadist. Something about Renjun's 'pathetic' life and quiet behaviour, attracted him. Then there were the twins Hyuk and Hyun, who actually live next door to Renjun.

Daeshim was the youngest of the five, he actually used to be best friends with Renjun when he first moved here. But gradually the two drifted apart, being reunited after he joined Jiyong's gang.

Chung was the last. He was a fellow Chinese boy, always teasing Renjun in their mother tongue. Renjun hated them, all of them. But something about them made the boy so submissive, dangerously submissive.

"Hello, hyungs." Renjun stuttered out, Jiyong grabbed the boy by his hair. "Hello, Injunnie." He smiled sadistically, Renjun letting out a whine as Jiyong's hand tightly held his hair. This caused all of them to smirk, Hyuk soon coming up with an idea.

"It doesn't look like he showered today, maybe we should give him one." He said, pointing at the puddle, which filled a pothole at the side of the road. Hyun agreed with his brother, taking Renjun by the hair, holding as tight as Jiyong did.

Renjun let himself be dragged, but once he faced the puddle, he wanted to run. His face was now being dunked into the puddle, and Renjun's forehead repeatedly hit the concrete floor, causing the water to turn red with blood.

"Damn you got him good." Daeshim commented, inspecting the small boy's bloody forehead. "Aw poor baby." Chung said in Chinese, grabbing the boys arm, looking him in the eye. "Does it hurt?" He asked, so which Renjun nodded. "Good." He smiled evilly.

"Why are you limping Renjun?" Hyuk questioned, seeing the boy's leg buckling every now and then. "I-I sprained m-my ankle." He barely got out, still in Chung's hold. "Oh did you?" Jiyong said, kicking the boys bad leg. Making him fall down onto his knees.

"Just where you should be, on your knees, in front of me."

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Renjun was in total pain as he reached school. Tripping constantly, and soon enough collapsing against the wall, holding onto a locker for day life. He faintly heard footsteps walking towards him, and felt an arm wrap around his waist.

"Oh dear god, what happened to you?" Renjun knew that voice, it was Jeno. "The nurse won't be in, let's just take him to classroom or something." That was Jaemin. Their voices were oddly calming and soothing.

Soon enough Renjun felt himself being placed on a table, his head being gently placed on top of a hoodie folded up. "You poor thing." Jaemin said, and Renjun faintly heard the sound of a wrapper being opened.

Jeno pulled out his antiseptic wipes, gently wiping the graze on Renjun's head. He knew what to do since he always got grazes like this when he played football. He grabbed his little first aid kit he had, getting a gauze swab and covering it with sterile gauze.

"You seem prepared, babe." Jaemin said, holding onto Renjun's hand, who held on tightly, trying to release his pain. "I always am, Nana." Now Jeno was patting his forehead dry, causing the other to wince. He then placed a plaster onto the Chinese boy's head.

"Renjun, are you okay?" Now he was back fully conscious, Renjun realised what was going on. Two handsome teenagers he barely knew, actually cared about him, and are genuinely asking him if he's okay. Even attending to his cuts.

Oh my actual fucking god, I think my hearts gonna explode...

"Uh, yeah." He stuttered out, taking in his surroundings. "What happened to you, bub?" Renjun was shocked by the nickname used, but it didn't even faze the other two. It just felt out of Jeno's mouth, and to them it fitted him perfectly.

"Um, just f-fell." He eventually got out, still unsure about the predicament he was in. "You sure, you can tell us if something worse happened." Jaemin placed a hand on the boy's thigh reassuringly, and it calmed Renjun down.

These boys will be the death of me...