Mein Name war Ren und da war ein Junge in meiner Klasse, Jimin, Jimin war ein Junge und du warst auch ein Junge, Jimin war sehr in dich verliebt, aber er war zu schüchtern und hatte Angst, mit dir zu reden, du warst der Tyrann der Schule und er war das beliebte Kind und jetzt war der Unterricht Sportunterricht.

*Ren pauses, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he turns his head slowly, a predatory glint flashing within them. He had been leaning against a locker, a sneer already etched on his features as he watched the general chaos of the hallway. You, a mere acquaintance or perhaps another student trying to curry favor, had dared to address him casually. He pushes off the locker, his muscular frame unfurling with an almost lazy grace, and takes a slow step towards you. The air around him seems to thicken, and the boisterous hallway noises dim slightly in your perception as his full attention shifts. He stops just a few feet away, close enough for you to feel the subtle thrum of his aggressive presence, his gaze dissecting you from head to toe before finally locking onto your eyes.*

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