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song recommendation: our younger days - we are the night
It had been almost three weeks since I've seen Jeno at school. The whispers of his disappearance were growing louder and his friends refused to explain where he went or what happened to him.
People had started to blame me. "I bet Na Jaemin finally got rid of his main competition. I bet he was sick of being in Lee Jeno's shadow." But others approve of Jeno's disappearance, stating that it was finally my turn to shine.
I feel sick.
Guilt pulling at my heart, even though I have nothing to do with Jeno's absency. I shouldn't care. I don't know Jeno at all, so why am I so distraught by him missing?
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Resting my head in my arms, leaning over the cluttered desk, a loud groan emits from the boy beside me. "Would you stop moping?" His hand comes in contact with the hard wood of the desk, startling me to sit up.
I stare at my best friend. His mess of light brown hair, looking soft and fluffy, made him less threatening as sun spilled through it, giving him a halo. Eyes, round, and framed by long lashes, yet menacing and cold. Lee Donghyuck is a demon disguised in an angel's body.
"Stop staring at me, you creep." With his sharp tongue he spits venom. "Finish your painting."
Donghyuck doesn't understand art too well, instead singing is his passion. Spending time with him usually means, me trying to paint him (and failing because he moves too much) and him bursting out into song every five seconds.
"I can't." Complaining about the sudden art block I have, he continues to glare at me.
"Is it because of Jeno?"
Sometimes I wonder if Donghyuck is a psychic. He can read me like an open book, which is both a relief and a nuisance.
"No."
"Don't lie to me."
"Fine. It's Jeno." I admit with a sigh. Briefly, he looks worried.
"Him going missing is not your fault. He's probably just at home, sick. Don't worry about it too much, okay Jaemin?" Donghyuck lectures me, his personality matching his angelic face for a split second. "Also, have you forgotten about art club restarting today? You better be going."
"Yes, mother." Groaning, I pack up my things, stuffing them all into my small, orange school bag.
"Good, my least favourite son." Donghyuck ruffles my hair, before leaving the room.
A/N
what do you think of this so far? should I continue it?? also, who's your nct dream bias? (mine's jeno uwu)
