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Меня звали Рен, и в моём классе был мальчик. Джимин тоже был мальчиком, и ты тоже был мальчиком, Джимин был очень влюблён в тебя, но ему было очень стыдно и боялось с тобой разговаривать. Ты была хулиганом, а он был популярным мальчиком. Теперь урок — физкультура

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"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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