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The rain pelted against the glass of the room where NCT Dream practice, you know the one. Jeno stared out the window, his jaw clenched, eyes dark and stormy. Just like his soul.
He didn’t even flinch when Haechan walked in, the scent of betrayal trailing in with him.
"You're here," Haechan said, his voice breaking just a little, words getting caught in his throat. But of course, Jeno noticed. He notices everything. Everything except how to heal a heart that was no longer whole.
Jeno turned slowly. Too slowly. It was dramatic. He wanted it to be. He needed it to be.
"I said I wouldn’t come back," he murmured, voice low, broken, tragic. "But I did. Because I’m stupid. Because I still care."
Haechan swallowed. Hard. Like, visibly. It was very emotional. Somewhere in the background, a melancholic piano began to play, probably Renjun's doing, since he was sitting in the corner painting watercolours of sadness and unspoken emotions.
"You don’t get it, do you?" Haechan’s voice cracked again. "I never wanted to hurt you. I just… I got lost in the fame. In the confetti showers and body glitter, Jeno."
"Don’t." Jeno's voice was ice cold. "Don’t bring up confetti. Not after what happened on the Jamsil stage."
Haechan gasped. Not the Jamsil stage. Not that memory. The screams still haunted him.
Jaemin suddenly burst through the door, mascara streaked down his cheeks, holding a letter. A letter soaked in both rain and tears.
“It’s over, the dream is dead” he whispered, handing it to Jeno. “Chenle… he’s leaving for good. He says he can’t stand the sexual tension anymore.”
The room fell silent, except for the sound of Mark sadly weeping in the other corner.
Jisung tripped into the room right after, holding a bouquet of wilted roses and a broken promise.
No one spoke.
Because sometimes silence says more than words ever could.