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"but nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it."
— Calla Quinn —
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[ 3RD PERSONS VIEW。]
The news spread out quick throughout the school hallways, nothing was more grand and known than the Zhong Chenle finally coming back after being gone for like a week.
Jisung fumbled with his locker, not seeming to get the lock open. Groaning, he was close to punching the metal door when a hand stopped him. He craned to his side, finding his best friend whom he had missed dearly.
Eyes widening, he covered his agape mouth in shock. "Holy– you're back!" his voice squeaked out of the sudden. Chenle laughed, "Yup, I sure am." he nodded and easily unlocked Jisung's locker.
The younger boy grinned, "Thanks!"
"Seems like you saw him already." the two boys stopped their conversation, facing the girl who leaned against one of the lockers.
"Lihua!" Jisung called out and she simply smiled at him, waving her hand as a friendly gesture.
"Have you met the others yet?" she questioned her cousin who just shook his head in return. After their talk during the weekends, they had planned everything out that they had to gather up everyone. Lihua was nervous to pull up a something like this, it's not everyday you would experience something out if the ordinary.
They were basically teens, trying to figure out what happened behind their friend's death.
"Looks like someone came back." a boy stated beside them. By the tone of his voice and the way he stood, Chenle could easily recognize the male.
A smirk formed on his lips as he quirked a brow up at the new presence, "Lee Donghyuck!"
"Zhong Chenle." the said boy called out with the same amount of energy, the only problem was it sounded way too sarcastic that even someone who's really oblivious could have noticed. "It's good to have you back." he mumbled and opened his locker.
Sighing, he could hear a bunch of loud conversations between the cliques of students not far away from where they stood. His left eye twitched in annoyance, his fingers gripping tightly onto his locker, knuckles turning white.
Chenle eyed the few students who kept spewing out nonsense. He scoffed, approaching the clique despite Lihua and Jisung's many protest not to.
