Je m’appelais Ren et il y avait un garçon dans ma classe Jimin Jimin était aussi un garçon et toi aussi un garçon, Jimin était très amoureux de toi mais il avait très honte et peur de te parler toi tu étais le tyran et lui le garçon populaire et maintenant la leçon est l’éducation physique

*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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