"𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧"

Chapter 2

"Hey Jaemin." A girl called.

Jaemin looked beside him and a shade of red came covering his cheeks.

"H-Heather..., do you need something?" Jaemin stuttered out.

'he looks cute when he's shy...'
Renjun thought.

"I was wondering if you would like to hang out sometime?" Heather said as she fiddled with her fingers a blush forming on her cheeks as well.

Jaemin widened his eyes then a big smile formed on his mouth.

"Sure! I would love to." Jaemin said.
Renjun has been watching them the pain in his chest keep getting further as he listens to them but still.. he kept a smiling face.

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"She asked me out Renjun... She asked me out!!" Jaemin shouted with a big smile on his face.

'If he's happy then it's okay.'

"Now now, don't get too excited Nana." Renjun laughed as he watched his best friend skipped around him.

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"Renjun! Me and Heather are going to the park right now, what do you think I should wear?" Jaemin asked on the phone.

Renjun rolled his eyes for the nth time for today then sighed. "Just wear something you usually wear, like a white striped shirt and a light blue jeans."

"But I want to look better, so she can only have her eyes on me." Jaemin whined.

"Then wear something chic I don't know." Renjun said as he flopped on his bed then put his phone on speaker.

"Why do you sound so sad?" Jaemin asked, concern filling in his voice.

'He can't know.'

"Nah, I'm just tired." Renjun said receiving a hum from the phone.

"Gotta go, she's calling me. Bye. Love ya."

"Bye." When the phone call ended Renjun closed his eyes as he felt a tear came out of his left eye.

'Why does it hurt so much?

He loves Heather not me.'

Renjun then sat up, took his notebook by the table and laid back down on his stomach.

'Should I write a song?'

After that thought Renjun began writing on his notebook.

Every memory of him and Jaemin.

He wrote it down.

From the day he gave his sweater.

He wrote it down.

When he jokingly kiss his cheeks.

He wrote it down.

Every time he looks at her.

He wrote it down.

He wrote everything.

Everything.

From the bottom of his heart.

From the tears he shed every night.

From his heart that is always beating faster every time they're together.

Everything.

'I wish I were Heather...'

--' To be continued '--