Next day came again and while they were waiting for their second period professor, a classmate of Renjun called him. "Renjun, someone just sent you a package." holding a medium-sized box, the classmate walked towards where he was sitting.

Renjun furrowed his eyebrows, confused, then looked at Yangyang who was just behind him. Yangyang shrugged, shaking his head 'no.' And that made him more confused and curious as he stared at the box.

"Who is this from?" he asked but his classmate shrugged.

"I don't know. It's been sitting by the door with a note, 'For Renjun.' when I noticed."

Renjun just nodded and grabbed the box in his hands. "Okay, thank you." His classmate nodded back before leaving.

"Don't tell me you have another suitor other than me?" Yangyang commented as Renjun started to open the lid of the box. "No way!"

When he placed the lid on the floor, Yangyang looked inside. Renjun glared at him and pushed his face away. The younger guy just grinned and pinched his cheek. The older wiped his cheek before finally looking inside the box.

He saw three stems of yellow tulips, a lollipop, a sketchpad and a set of colored pencils. It also included a note stuck on the cover of the sketchpad.

"Who are those from?" Yangyang suddenly spoke, "They gifted you some of the things you like. Except for that lollipop, unless it's strawberry-flavored since you like strawberry."

Lollipop? Renjun picked up the note and angled it a bit so that Yangyang could not read it.

i thought dancing
was my passion,
but i was wrong.

loving you is.

and i don't know
what am i gonna
do about it.

i am sorry.

— hc

"HC? Haechan?" Renjun gulped and stared at the note.

"Huh?" Yangyang asked but the older just ignored him.

Renjun clenched his fist, crumpling the note then threw it inside the box. He grabbed the lid from the floor aggresively and put it back on.

Dancing? So, he's a dancer. He's in the College of Performing Arts, I assume.

Before he was lost in his mind, their professor suddenly came in so he placed the box under his seat.

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Renjun was in the College of Architecture building, just beside the building of College of Performing Arts. Both inside the same school.

Dance majors were apportioned into five sections as most of the Performing Arts students enrolled in the music field, which had 10 sections, while acting majors were divided into three sections only.

Holding the box, Renjun walked in the hallway of the dancing majors and sighed. Since he didn't know which one was Haechan's room so he thought he had to go to each, one by one.

He first went to the first room and knocked on the door. The person at the front noticed him and walked over to him. "Hi, yes, what is it?"

"Uhm, do you have a student here named Haechan?"

"Haechan?" the student tilted her head and looked at the person near the door. "Hey, do we have a Haechan here?"

"I don't think so."

"Yeah, no Haechan here. Sorry. Try asking the other rooms."

Renjun sighed. "Okay, thank you. Sorry for the disturbance."

"Nah, it's fine." She smiled a bit before going back at the front of the class.

Renjun left and went straight to the next room. He knocked on the door but he was surprised when there was a professor discussing in front. He was about to leave but the professor called him.

"What can I help you with?" The professor seemed nice.

He pursed his lips together before speaking. "Good afternoon, Miss, sorry for bothering your class. But I was wondering if there is a student here named Haechan?"

"Hmm, Lee Haechan?"

"Yeah." He nodded even though he didn't know what is Haechan's last name.

The professor smiled, "He's actually in section 4, that room just across." she pointed at the opposite classroom.

He looked at the said classroom which door was closed. He sighed of relief because thankfully, the professor knew Haechan. He looked at her and bowed, "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, dear." she nodded.

He bowed once again and the professor went back inside, and Renjun walked to the said classroom.

He breathed heavily and was about to knock when the door suddenly swung open.

The student who opened the door raised an eyebrow at him, glanced at the box and asked, "What do you want here?"

He nervously chuckled before speaking, "Uhm... I'm looking for Haechan. Is he here?"

"Haechan? You mean, Lee Donghyuck?"

He creased his forehead slightly before nodding. "Y-yes." Haechan wasn't his real name?

"Donghyuck! Someone's looking for you!"

Renjun gulped when a certain person was suddenly walking towards him. Haechan smiled at him when he's finally in front of him. The latter then looked at the other person and tapped his shoulder, "Buy me a croissant, I'll pay you later."

"Fine." The student finally walked passed them and left.

Haechan glanced at the box Renjun holding before looking at him. "How did you know that this is my classroom? And what is that?" he then pointed at the box.

"Doesn't matter. And this is a box."

Haechan chuckled, "I know that is a box, Renjun, I'm not stupid. What I mean is, why did you bring it here?"

"Obviously, to give it back to you." Renjun pushed the box on the younger's chest.

"Ouch!" Haechan grabbed it and furrowed, "Why?"

"Why?" Renjun mocked. "Why are you giving me gifts? You told me you're not going to court me."

Haechan clicked his tongue and pulled Renjun at the end of the hallway, near the stairs, holding the box.

Renjun leaned his back on the wall while Haechan stood in front of him, now placing the box on the floor. He then looked at the older, eyes dark. "I'm not going to court you. This is simply my way of letting go of my feelings... my feelings towards you."

Renjun blinked. "Feelings? But we just met like, two days ago, I think."

"You met me two days ago. But I've been stalking you for a while. When I saw Yangyang almost kissed you, I couldn't help myself any longer and punched him. But when I learned that you don't want any suitors, I decided that I'm going to stop liking you to not hurt myself anymore."

"What?" Renjun couldn't believe what he just heard. "How long have you been stalking me?"

"Uh," the younger of the two looked down, "two months."

"What the heck!" Renjun slapped him on the arm. "You're such a weird person. I don't like you."

Haechan looked up again and bitterly chuckled, tears starting to fall out of his eyes. "I know, right? I'm sorry. You don't need to like me back because I'm going to stop liking you now, so don't worry." He slight smiled and took the box. "You can go back to your building now. Also, if you decided to say yes to Yangyang, congrats in advance. Good bye."

Renjun clenched his fist in his side. "You're annoying, Donghyuck." he said before walking passed him and went downstairs.

Haechan bit his lower lip and bumped his head on the wall as his tears continued to flow down his cheeks, closing his eyes. He hugged the box in his chest so tightly, it almost crushed.
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