𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀; nomin

seventeen

"Jisung you don't understand. This whole mess that we've gotten into is a lot worse than I initially thought," Jaemin mumbled, lowering his gaze from the group of boy's that were the topic of their conversation and letting his eyes fall on the pinkette.

"And what could possibly be worse than the fact that Jeno is being abused?" Jisung hissed, clearly in some mood. Jaemin had narrowed it down to either Mark or Jinsoo, since he had figured that they were the route of most his moods.

He no longer sat with those boys, but with Jaemin and sometimes Renjun, if the eldest felt like sitting with them.

He genuinely felt quite excluded and replaced. Jaemin hadn't set eyes on him since Jisung had joined, and it made Renjun sad.

Years of an untouchable relationship came tumbling down with three boys.

Renjun knew that his friend had a big heart, and wanted nothing more than to help the boy who was struggling upstairs, yet any time Renjun tried to help, it resulted in Jaemin declining and taking up Jisung's offer.

Quite disheartening indeed.

Renjun stood from his seat, knowing that they would not even notice if he left, and so, as he trailed away from the table, sending a hopeful glance back, he felt his heart drop when the pair kept talking.

"Fat load of use schooling together was," the brunette mumbled tiredly.

He had moved all the way to Korea, lost all contact with home once leaving school due to his declination to study at home for Jaemin's sake, and here he was, third wheeling.

He couldn't help but ask a question that he promised would go unasked. Was this even worth it?

He had promised Jaemin that he would try to not regret such a permanent decision, such as cutting his whole family off for a friend that soon got over their friendship to help a stranger.

At this thought alone, Renjun could feel tears rise behind his eyes, the burning sensation making him want to cry even more.

What had he done?

His lectures were done for the day thankfully, so all that he could do is go home.

As he stepped out the front door, his mind became distracted by the snow that begun falling lightly.

It hadn't started sticking to the footpath yet, but he knew that in a week or two, they would be I need if road clearance.

As the sun shone on the December  afternoon, the small flaked twirled gracefully to the floor. Once landed on the wet concrete, they would glimmer and sparkle before bunking and dissolving into the ground.

The Chinese had always watched the snow as a child, thinking it was cotton that coated the ground so beautifully. But as he grew up, the enjoyment in wishing for snow and watching it fall had disappeared.

Christmas was rapidly approaching now that December had finally arrived, and the thought that had once brought life to the boy, now held one of distain.

What was he meant to do for their three week break?

As the thought rushed through his mind, he carded his hands through his rich chocolate brown locks, slightly wet from melted snow.

This was going to be a long year ahead of him....

            。 。 。 。

"So you're telling me that his sister is going to die if he leaves that bastard?" Jisung whisper yelled, leaning in closer to Jaemin with his elbow. "What are we meant to do now?"

Jaemin looked around at a loss. There were certainly ideas and possibilities, yet not many of them led to much hope.

"I really don't know, Ji. Maybe my parents could pay?" He offered, resting his cheek on his hand while sipping from the straw.

Jaemin was wearing an oversized blue sweater, the sleeves falling over his hands cutely. His tight, black ripped jeans complimented in enviable figure indeed.

It was chilly to say the least, and as the blonde glanced out the window, he couldn't help but notice the small snowflakes had started to fall.....again.

Snow. It always reminded him of how he and Renjun had met.

At this thought, he tilted his head in the direction of his closest friend, a small frown tugging at his lips when he noticed the older was no longer there.

Had he seriously not noticed him leaving?

"Look Jisung, we can discuss this more later, but I have to go. See you tomorrow," he dismissed, picking up the cup of Pepsi and a few notebooks that he had used in his last class.

Jisung nodded in acknowledgment before Jaemin slipped out of the buzzing canteen.

"Renjun," he muttered, looking in all directions for the Chinese.

He finally made it out of the school, only then feeling the depth of coldness. This led him to scold himself for forgetting his coat at home.

This thought got discarded as he saw a retreating figure in the distance.

"Renjun?"