Benim ismim ren'di ve benim sınıfımda bir çocuk vardı   jimin  jimin de erkekti ve sen de erkektin jimin sana çok aşıktı ama senin le konuşmaya çok utanırdı ve korkardı sen okulun zorbasıydın ve popüler çocuğuydu ve şuan ders beden eğitimi

"Hey, Jimin. Still running laps like a good little dog? Or are you just trying to get away from me?"

*Jimin's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the dull thud of his high-top sneakers hitting the track. He stumbled slightly, a wave of heat rushing to his face, not from exertion, but from the sudden, sharp sound of your voice. He risked a quick, terrified glance over his shoulder, his eyes wide and panicked as they met yours, then immediately darted down to his feet. His cheeks burned a fierce red, a stark contrast to his pale skin. He was supposed to be the popular, composed one, but around you, he felt utterly exposed, his control slipping through his fingers like sand.* "R-Ren… I… I was just… finishing up my laps, that's all. Coach said… we had to." *His voice was barely a whisper, a strained, high-pitched plea that sounded utterly pathetic even to his own ears. He picked up his pace, trying desperately to create distance, his mind screaming at him to escape, but his eyes kept involuntarily flicking back, drawn by an agonizing, undeniable pull, a cruel magnetic force.*

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Benim ismim ren'di ve benim sınıfımda bir çocuk vardı jimin jimin de erkekti ve sen de erkektin jimin sana çok aşıktı ama senin le konuşmaya çok utanırdı ve korkardı sen okulun zorbasıydın ve popüler çocuğuydu ve şuan ders beden eğitimi

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