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"Renjun! Are there any boxes left in your room? If so hurry up we will be leaving in 5 minutes!"

Renjun didn't even bother to answer his mom as he picked up the last box from the floor of his used to be bedroom and made his way downstairs. He wasn't very happy about this whole moving to a new city thing but he knew they didn't have another chance. His father has already delayed his promotion for two months just so Renjun wouldn't have to exchange schools in the middle of the term.

To be honest he didn't really mind moving to a new city, you could even say he was a little excited about it. He didn't even care much about the fact that he had to leave his school, his only problem was leaving his dance studio. He has been going there since he was five and he loved the place. He loved his dance teachers and all of  his friends. They have been joining national as well as international competitions all together for twelve years and now he had to leave all those memories behind with the people that were part of them. They had a sleepover as well as a goodbye party in the studio last night but Renjun had to leave early in the morning so he didn't have chance to see everyone when he got up to leave. Just a few of them woke up when they heard him and fell back to sleep as soon as Renjun left.

A little smile crawled up to his lips as he handed the last box to his father. He was thinking about last night and all the stupid things they did. His father saw the sadness in his sons eyes but he didn't say anything. He left the possible emotional talk to his wife since he never knew what to do in these kind of situations.

Once all the boxes have been settled in the trunk of their car Renjun opened the back door and placed himself comfortably in the back of the car. The road was going take around five hours and there was no way he could sit still for that long. When his parents finally got in the car as well his father started the engine and they made their way towards their new house with the truck which had their furniture and other things from their old house following them behind.

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"Dude I'm telling you she totally has a crush on you! She has been staring straight at you for the past fifteen minutes why don't you just go and talk to her?" Jeno rolled his eyes at his bestfriend who was sitting on the floor in front of him and isn't willing to take no as an answer.

"Jaemin I'm telling you this for the last time. I don't even know her why on earth would I go and talk to her just because she has been staring? Also you're right in front of me she might be staring at you as well!"

"Believe me if she was staring at me we would have been talking already and probably arranging a date for tomorrow night. But no, she is staring at you and you're totally ignoring her!"

"WHAT'S UP BITCHES!?" Jaemin and Jeno stopped arguing about the girl when the owner of the loud sound dropped his body in front of them. They both rolled their eyes at the brown haired boy.

"Good morning to you too Haechan"

"Yeah, whatever" Haechan got himself comfortable on the floor and put his head on Jaemin's knees. He knew the pink haired boy wasn't comfortable in this situation, which was making him enjoy it more. He really was a pain in the ass for his friends.

"Haechan thanks to you I got rejected by a girl last day because she thought I was gay!" Haechan took this chance and started clinging on him even more.

"Don't you enjoy it when I clinge onto you baby?" As he was starting to wrap his arms around the pink haired boys shoulders Jaemin stood up making him land on the ground just like when he first arrived. At this point Jeno was laughing with everything he has while holding his phone recording the moment. He had way too many videos like this on his phone but that didn't stop him from filming it again. The eyes which were focused on three friends ever since Haechan entered the room lost their focus on them when the head of the studio came in. Everyone got up from the floor looking at the red haired man who was in his twenties.

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