love blooms ¦ renmin

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Saturday is supposed to be Renjun's rest day but he decided to help at the foster. It's only 10:30 in the morning but the sky is too dark and gloomy, he almost thought it's night time already.

Renjun has finished taking a fresh bath and now he's wearing his usual clothes, an oversized shirt and shorts. He lets his hair be messy and still wet and goes down onto the kitchen to start making breakfast for the children.

He usually make food for them but since he's busy with school, his time is limited.

After he's done cooking, he sets up the table, bringing the plates carefully then the utensils along with the cups. He brings out a pitcher of water and syrup bottles from the refrigerator then he finally puts the hot pancakes on the plates.

He goes out the kitchen to call the children but he abruptly stops when he sees the boy he least want to see.

"Jaemin?" He says with a confused look on his face.

Jaemin is wearing a white polo, the sleeves are folded until his elbow, and a ripped jeans paired with a white vans. His bangs are almost covering his eyes. And a smile is plastered on his face while talking to his mother.

That stupid smile again, Renjun thinks.

Renjun's mother stops talking to Jaemin and looks at his way. While Jaemin turns his head to his direction, still smiling brightly.

The sun might be missing because of the grey clouded sky but Jaemin seems to be overpowering because of his bright smile.

"Why are you here?" Renjun asks, coming off as rude but it's not. He normally sounds like that.

"We just had some talk about the renovation of our foster." His mother exclaims happily.

Renjun nods his head with a pursed lips, trying not to smile because of what he heard and also because of how his mother looked so happy about the renovation.

His mother's happiness is his happiness. She may not be his real mother but he will still choose her over and over again if someone asks him who he wanted to be with when he's born again.

"Are you done making breakfast?" His mother asks him.

"Yes." Renjun replies, taking a quick glance on Jaemin.

Can you please stop smiling?

"Call the children and bring Jaemin with you. He wanted to see the second floor." His mother ushers them both to go together.

Renjun had no choice but to follow her command.

While walking towards the second floor, Renjun suddenly feels his cheeks burn because he's embarrassed that he looked like an unprepared mess beside an obviously good looking Jaemin.

And when their arm accidentally brush as they are about to climb up the close spaced stairs, Renjun moves away quickly. Jaemin notices it so he steps back and lets him go first.

It was like as if Jaemin was some sort of a masterpiece inside a museum that Renjun cannot touch but only feel the presence.

But Renjun doesn't want to feel anything about him, he hates the idea of it. And he's relieved because it will never happen because Jaemin is nothing to him. They aren't even acquaintances.

Jaemin is just the rich boy in school who held a charity event with another rich boy.

Jaemin is the masterpiece inside the museum whom Renjun hates and will never take a glimpse nor feel the presence. 

Jaemin is the first masterpiece he has ever hated in his entire life.

Why am I even comparing him as an art? Renjun thinks annoyingly.