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As soon as Doyoung disappears from the lobby, Renjun drops his calm expression and rounds on him. “What the fuck was that? Huh?” Jaemin eyes the present company around them and decides that they won’t be doing this in public, in the lobby of all places. “I can explain, let’s just go somewhere else—” “Explain?” Renjun seethes. He’s gripping his laptop bag so tight his nails dig into the leather material. “Explain what? That first you stalk me during my entire stay here, appearing around every single bloody corner with your stupid grin, trying to talk to me like we’re old pals despite high school being the worst experience of my life, and now I’ve been roped into being your boyfriend? How the fuck do you plan on explaining that?” (What does one do when they're being forced to escort an old man with grabby hands and ulterior motives to a gala? For Jaemin, the solution is arguably worse, yet logically better — ask the guy who hates him for help, of course.)

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