𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝. 𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖬𝖨𝖭

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Jaemin's point of view

When he walked into the classroom that first day i didn't know what to think. I really don't know how but my heart went all mushy when Renjun had stepped into the room. His face was just too cute and the little moomin key chain on his bag made my heart melt.

My hearted melted and became mushy. Because of some random boy?

I normally don't have this feeling with anyone, i mean, it isn't the feeling of love, just the feeling of being soft when I see someone, that's all. I was sitting in math class, minding my own business then Renjun; who was sitting beside me, placed a note in front of me.

I didn't know what it could've been but when i looked at Renjun he looked down and his face went red as fuck.

Third person point of view

Jaemin fiddled with the note and then finally unfolded the paper. Renjun's handwriting danced beautifully across the page, as if it were a dancer. Jaemin had to say, his handwriting looked like shit compared to Renjun's.

When he read it he scoffed at the silliness of the older boy.

To Jaemin

Sorry for being creepy.
I swore my hand drew that drawing not me.
I know I'm weird you don't have to tell me.
I hope you understand and I'll never do anything like that again.
I'll leave you alone from now on.

From Renjun

He folded the note up again and put it in his pocket, he'd probably show Donghyuck and Jeno at lunch time. He still wanted to hear Renjun talk so he needed to think of a plan, though he was shit at thinking of them, he still did.

"Renjun you didn't need to give me a note, it's fine. The drawing was nice, i have to say that you're really good at art." He said, putting his right hand on the other boys shoulder, making him flinch and look up from his math. Jaemin was hoping he'd say 'thank you' or even a simple 'thanks' but all he did was make a little noise and put his head back down.

"Shit." He muttered. He didn't even know why he wanted to hear him talk. There was only one appropriate reason; so that he would be the first person apart from Jisung and Chenle who would hear him speak. That probably wasn't going to happen but he wanted to try.

Math class was the last class so when the bell rung Renjun got up quickly, stuffing his stuff in his bag. He wanted to get out quickly, Jaemin sitting beside him was enough to make him flustered never mind him touching his shoulder and complimenting his art skills; that he thought he didn't really have.

When Renjun ran out of the classroom he walked down the halls alone until someone walked past him, he knew the boy because Chenle had told him that Jaemin's friend Donghyuck had a crush on him. His name was Mark Lee and he was the principals son, making him someone that could get good parts in plays, or presentations, his grades would go up just because of his Father and he would get all the ladies and gentlemen around the school. Of course all of these was because of who his Father was.

All those points were all pretty unfair in Renjun's opinion but he couldn't do anything about it. But nevertheless he had heard that Mark was also a really nice boy.

The boy rushed past him on his phone, talking to someone saying something like 'We're all trying to make this new kid talk because he's so quiet, do you want to help or some shit?'. That made Renjun stop in his tracks and his eyes widened, it sounded a lot like him. Quiet and the new kid. He tried to brush it off and thought about how it could just be someone else.

He just tried to think about how he managed to pass his second day of school.

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