Jaemin and Jeno stayed true to their word, and planned earnestly to go check up on Renjun after they were done with helping Mr Porter. ("Anything to see Renjun," Jeno had said playfully, to which Jaemin had nodded fervently in agreement.)

So here they were, helping Mr Porter put up displays of essays and sorting out files and collecting things from the secretary's office.

"This is taxing, how much time do we have left?" asked Jeno in whisper, putting down one of the many boxes of books that they were being asked to bring over from a different classroom. Jaemin sighed, putting down his own and checking his wristwatch. "Just five more minutes, but it feels like we have been here for like four hours already." Jeno nodded in agreement, and opened his mouth, most likely to ask if their time left here had dropped to four minutes yet, but was interrupted by a sharp "Enough chatting, get back to work." The teacher pressed a key on his laptop, then looked back up suddenly. "Actually, could you go give this file to the secretary, Mr Lee? And you go too, Mr Na, go to the secretary and collect the 20 tes- sheets of paper I've printed out? Don't look at them."

Jaemin nodded soberly while the teacher handed Jeno a thick file. The second they were out the classroom and the door had shut behind them, Jeno laughed. "He thinks he's slick. If they're the tests we have next Friday, I'll kiss you so many times if you can tell me what's on it."

Jaemin rolled his eyes, "You do that anyway, dumbass." Jeno mock-shushed him, biting his lip and winking, causing Jaemin's ears to turn a cherry red. "Ain't nobody gotta know that," and he walked ahead, leaving Jaemin in shock of his actions. "Slow down, you hoe!"

Jeno started running down the empty halls, Jaemin chasing him, stifled laughs and giggles tickling their lungs. When Jaemin finally caught up with Jeno, he pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, and smiled victoriously. However, to his dismay, Jeno didn't even wipe it off and just winked at him again. "You're such a hoe today," huffed Jaemin, Jeno just laughing at his predicament.

They rounded the corner, entering the hallway where the secretary's office was situated calmly, as if nothing just happened, walking a foot apart with their mouths zipped shut.

However, two doors down from the secretary's office, they heard a commotion from within the room. Coming together a bit and wondering a bit closer, they looked in through the window of the door, only to see a bedraggled man pleading with the secretary, who had a stony look upon her heavily makeuped face. He was wearing a suit that seemed as if it was once in crisp order, but the tie had been loosened, the hand kerchief once tucked into his pocket on the floor beside him, the jacket hanging slightly off one shoulder. Only then did Jaemin think to press his ear to the door to hear what was going on within, the main thought on his mind being drama. Jeno saw what he was doing and copied him, though his thought process was a little straighter. Just curious, is all.

"-o, I'm not lying, I'm his dad, I swear! I need to know-"

Interesting, thought Jaemin, pressing his ear harder against the door.

"I just need their address, so I can at least go see him! It's been years...No, I assure you- no you have it all wrong!"

Jeno's eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. Wait...

"I'm sorry sir, but we do not know for sure whether you the father of Huang Renjun, therefore, we cannot tell you any such personal details as his address, so if you could please-"

"Jeno, did you hear that!?" Jaemin had fallen back against the floor and his eyes were widened comically as he looked to the only other witness of this revelation. Jeno nodded slowly, as if too shocked to speak. Then he heard heavy footfalls on the other side of the door, and he hurried to his feet, pulling Jaemin up with him. Jaemin brushed some dust that had accumulated on one leg of his jeans off with his hands. Then the door opened, and they stood before a man that had pervaded being their crush's present father for eight entire years. He even wore glasses, had the same frown, the same nose, even wore the same posture as his son. There was no doubt he was who he claimed to be. Here he was, looking broken, beat down and on the verge of giving up. And they couldn't let that happen.

Trying to evade the fact that they had just spied on his breakdown a few moments ago, Jeno cleared his throat, looking for his voice. "Uhh... hi."

He looked at the two of them, then shook his head and set off down the corridor, towards the front doors. Jaemin was hit in the chest with a burst of panic. "WAIT!" he yelled after him. The man, Renjun's potential father, turned and looked at them sceptically. "What can I do for you?" His voice was surprisingly put together for someone who had been on the verge of tears a minute ago.

Doing his best to help, Jeno tried to feign cluelessness, "Do- do we know you?" The man raised his eyebrows. "No, I don't think so. I haven't been around here for a while." "R-really? I could swear that I've seen you somewhere... or someone who looked like you." Obviously, he was hoping that he would get the hint, but apparently he didn't. He turned to leave again, and Jaemin looked at Jeno exasperatedly, before turning and yelling, "WE KNOW YOUR SON!" Mr Huang stopped, but didn't turn around. Jeno took the chance to run up to him, closely followed by Jaemin.

"Huang Renjun. Kinda short, skinny boy with glasses, straight black hair, brown eyes and a really pretty- a nice smile." Jaemin looked at Jeno like "nice save, idiot".

"You know him? How? Are you his friends?" Jeno smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. Friends. That." Jaemin rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time.

"Do you know where he lives?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we do."