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maybe we were nevermeant to be from thebeginning

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maybe we were never
meant to be from the
beginning. everything
about us was different.
normally, we would've
clashed way too much.

jeno had a peaceful day of
work on wednesday, but
now that thursday had
rolled along, he knew his
luck had already worn
out.

walking into his old high
school, he was met with
the usual prejudiced looks
from the students that now
attended. he only worked at
the school for extra money, as
well as experience- as he had
hoped to become a teacher
since he was a child.

none of the students dared
talk to him, but he could
always hear them talking
about him behind his back.
much like what happened
when this used to be his
school.

after renjun left, he had been
alone- until his last year there,
where new kid donghyuck had
shown up and soon later had
become his best friend. er, only
friend at the time.

he didn't really enjoy the
presence of others, but
jeno had quickly became
the acquaintances of the
younger boys friends'.

there was something about
that group that made jeno
feel like home. if there was
ever a time he would feel, it
would be with the boys he
had learned to love.

there was endless chattering
in the halls, and soon- jeno
knew why. renjun was filming
a video. their old middle school
was connected to this building,
so he assumed they were going
to spend most of their time
there. but he was wrong.

renjun went around every
part of the building, greeting
students and teachers alike.
everyone loved him.

something sparked in jeno
that day as he continuously
passed the blond haired boy
in the hallways. something
that he hadn't felt truly in a
very long time. not since
jaemin had died.

jeno thinks,

he really thinks,,

just maybe...

he was feeling something
once again. and he was
feeling something for the
person he never wanted
to feel for again.

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