#huang rj x reader

[04ira]

invisible string h.rj

how life is with bff Renjun :’)

warnings: none. fluff w/ a little bit of angst

note: not proof read bare w me 😔☝🏻

Renjun have been your friend for 15 years. Both of you grew up together, basically spent half of your life with him. You were used to people assuming that you guys are dating, and both of you usually doesn’t care.

Even your and his friends ships the both of you, sometimes even questions if you guys are really just friends. Because who the hell cancels a blind date just to go grocery shopping with his bestfriend?? who the hell leaves on a clubbing night with his friends because you were craving mcdonalds????

Renjun Huang. Renjun Huang would do that. He was always one call away. He’s always ready to drop everything when it comes to you, and sometimes you wonder “why is he like this?” but you know…. maybe it was an act of kindness..? since you’re his bestfriend for 15 years. You can’t be falling for this can you??

9:35 AM

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard someone open your bedroom door.

It was Renjun.

“You’re awake. Let’s eat, i cooked breakfast”

He always do this too. It’s like you get a bestfriend premium package. Renjun goes to your dorm every weekends to apparently spend time with his 15 years bestfriend. This only happened recently though. Since his university was far from yours, he came up with this idea to hang out every weekend to stay connected and relevant to each other.

“Will you stop typing on your phone and actually eat and talk to me?” Renjun said while looking at you annoyed because he was blabbering already about his week only to realize you weren’t listening.

“Sorry, i was talking to my friends.” You reasoned, but you were actually tweeting in your private account freaking out because you were still not used to this set up.

“You’re talking to your friends while your bestfriend HERE for 15 YEARS is staring at you because you were supposed to spend time with him and not let him watch you talk to others.”

Rj said completely annoyed. You laughed at his half annoyed half sulking face. You said you’re sorry and actually talked to him happily.

10:28 AM

Both of you finished breakfast and went to watch a movie in your living room. At first, you guys argued about what genre of the movie will be. You wanted to watch a horror movie but he said it was too early for that and suggested watching romance movie instead.

You ended up agreeing with him and both decided to watch Titanic. You guys were halfway through the movie and this isn’t the first time both of you watched this movie. But you hated him and yourself for choosing this movie

because now you’re actually fucking crying at 11:30 AM. Seriously? WHY would you be crying at 11 freaking am??

You’re sitting in the couch laying your head in Renjun’s chest sobbing and crying your heart out while munching your popcorn while Renjun was laughing at your crying face. This isn’t the first time he sees you crying, he just finds it amusing that you really do cry because of a movie.

01:18 PM

You were sound asleep in Renjun’s chest. Tired from all the crying and you were comfortable leaning on his chest. He only stared at you, wiping the dried tears on your face and sometimes giggles everytime he remembers your crying face. He lets you sleep on his chest and slept on his own.

03:10 PM

You woke up without Renjun beside you. You checked your phone notifications and saw his message that said he was buying ingredients for dinner and that he couldn’t wake you up because you were sleeping peacefully. You smiled at his thoughtfulness. You’d be lying if you say that you don’t think about if you guys were something else. But you already accepted that you guys were only bestfriends long time ago.

You liked him back in 7th grade until 9th grade. You only acted as his friend though. You didn’t try sending signals and making a move, you knew he didn’t look at you and think of you that way. He would tell you about girls he like and his type, you would do the same but the difference is you actually talk about him. He just doesn’t know.

7th grade.

It’s monday. You were seating next to the window in your classroom, watching sport players training in the field while listening to music playing in your airpods. You felt someone seat next to you, but didn’t bother looking because you already knew it was Renjun. He would always do this during class break and annoy you, but this time, he didn’t do anything but actually just sat next to you while reading a book you recommended him a week ago.

You looked at him, he suddenly looked different…? Him actually focused in reading a book and his hair styled differently than usual…made you think he looked different..

of course, he looked different. He changed his hairstyle to the hairstyle you also recommended to him a week ago saying that it would look good in him. You weren’t aware that him changing his hairstyle would also make your feelings for him change.

8th grade.

Today was nothing different from your other school days. You went to class, studied future lessons in the library after and now you’re going home. Went to the convenience store first to buy ice cream and eat it while walking home.

You were walking home when you walk past your village’s park. You saw a figure that looked familiar with another figure that also looked familiar.

It was Renjun. With your class muse…?

They were talking. Renjun was saying something while she was only smiling at him and listening. Renjun pulled her into a hug.

And she hugs him back. She was the girl Renjun was talking about days ago. She’s pretty, smart, sporty, and kind. Totally his type.

Did he confess? Did she say yes?

The ice cream you were eating melts as your heart also breaks. Salty tears were about to fall so you walked fast while trying to stop yourself from crying. So many thoughts was running into your mind. “Why am i crying? why does it hurt? I’m only his bestfriend.”

“What am i gonna say when he tells me about this?”

You finally got up to your room, went straight to your bed to cry your heart out. You already put your phone on dnd to avoid receiving calls and messages from him. And to also distance yourself from everyone. You would just make up an excuse tomorrow why you weren’t able to answer his calls and messages.

9th grade.

It was thursday. You were eating with your other friends at your school watching the sport players train in the field. They were blabbering about their crushes when they asked you “What about you? Are you interested in someone?” Your friend asked smiling.

You smiled back, bittersweet smile. “No, i’m not interested on someone right now.” Your other friend suddenly giggled. “Are you sure? because the first time i saw you, you were with a guy! A little too close with him to only just be friends.” She was a transferee. She didn’t know much about my friendship with Renjun.

You and your friend also laughed.

“That was her childhood bestfriend, dummy!” Your friend butted in. You watched her mouth form an 0 shape and smiled apologetically.

You smiled back. You were used to people mistaking your relationship with Renjun.

But it’s true. You guys were a little too close to each other especially now that he has a girlfriend. And so you’ve decided to avoid him. It’s been 2 weeks actually, going 3 weeks. You haven’t talked to him, not even a single word.

You weren’t replying to his messages, he was restricted from all of your social media accounts and you also avoid bumping into him at school. Though, he tries to talk to you at school but during lunch break he would always be with his girlfriend or his bball team after class.

But today you saw him walking from the other side of the field. Your friends were talking to each other and you were staring at him, it was lunch break. He’s with his girlfriend. Of course.

He saw you. He waved. You also waved back.

Maybe it was time to stop avoiding him and let him go. You thought that it was immature to just throw your friendship with him just like that. Though, you really needed that space.

That day was the day when you accepted that he was only your bestfriend. Only ever will be your bestfriend. Maybe he’s your soulmate. Platonic soulmate. A soulmate doesn’t have to be a romantic partner.

03:49 PM

You smiled at the bittersweet memories as you heard the door open revealing Renjun carrying what he bought at the market. You sat up and walked towards him to help him. He says thank you as you helped him organize the foods he bought.

You went to your room and took a shower while Renjun was in the living room playing PUBG with Haechan and Chenle. You heard their arguments and playful remarks while playing.

04:45 PM

You finished showering and doing your skincare. You cleaned your room and when you went out of your room, you saw Renjun preparing the ingredients in the kitchen to start cooking. You went up to him and asks how can you help.

Both of you did your parts in preparing dinner.

06:35 PM

Both of you just finished preparing for dinner and were just waiting for the rice to cook. While waiting, he opens up the photo album from your bookshelf. It was the photo album of the both of you ever since you guys were kids.

Reminiscing memories with him. “I still remember this. This was the day when you cried because i didn’t want to play princess tea party with you.” Renjun said staring at the picture of you crying while he was standing cluelessly. You were 9 years old and he was 10 years old in this picture.

07:20 PM

You were eating dinner with him. Both of you talked about how university life was treating the both of you. How you both wants to go back to your province and spend time with family.

He smiles listening to you talk about how you miss going to you guys’ spot in the province, you stopped talking as he wiped the side of your lip. “There was a stain.”

Both of you finished eating, as you offered to wash the dishes since he has been doing all the chores since earlier. He agreed.

You thought he went to the living room while you were washing the dishes but he’s actually watching you from behind. When he suddenly comes up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“I really missed you. Wish i could stay here all the time.” You laughed.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m trying to be sweet what.” He said sounding offended as you literally made him feel like you’re rejecting his affection for you.

You’re used to this. His love language was physical touch. You don’t think differently of his actions anymore.

10:45 PM

You’re seating in the couch with Renjun beside you as you watch him play PUBG on his Ipad.

You yawned as you were already sleepy. Renjun heard and also noticed that your eyes were almost closing.

“You’re such a sleepy head.”

“You’re still not used to it? You have to.” You defended as he only laughed at your defense.

You told him that you’re gonna go to your room and sleep already since you can’t wait for him to finish his game. He said okay and kissed your forehead and went back to play his game.

You went to your room and slept. You smiled as you wish nothing of this would change. You don’t wish for anything else and you’re contented with what you have with him. He is indeed your soulmate. :)

[neverbeurs]

WHEN HE’S BACK HOME FROM TOUR . ⌯'▾'⌯

huang renjun × g!n reader

warnings: just pure tooth rotting fluff bcz i miss him :(

ꕤ

you sighed, staring at the bright screen of your phone that illuminated part of the dark room. it’s been about almost an hour since he’s texted you that he was on his way back.

you knew this was his job and that he would be gone,, but you just can’t help but miss him. miss his cuddles, his warmth, his sweet words, just him in general.

its been almost four months, and you’re honestly starting to have renjun withdrawals. you miss his smile, his soft voice, his adorable giggles..

ᯓᡣ𐭩

“baby!” he smiled, opening his arms for you to hug him. you smiled so widely you could feel your cheeks hurt.

“junnie!” you melted into his arms, inhaling the scent you’ve missed so much.

“hi my love..” he mumbled into your hair, arms wrapping around your waist as he waddled in.

you sighed, closing eyes and just letting yourself melt in his arms. “hi.. i missed you.. you looked so good, im so sad i wasnt there..”

he chuckled, wadding over to the bedroom with you still in his arms. “saw some signs that made me miss you a-lot, baby..”

you smiled, laying on his chest and just listening to his heartbeat as he talked about his experiences in all the different countries and the fans and the things that reminded him of you.

“-and then i saw this really cute kitten and- …” renjun looked down at you, smiling as he saw your eyes slowly flutter against your cheeks. “you tired, baby..?”

you drowsily hummed, nuzzling into him further. he fondly stroked your hair, cooing at your sleepy state. you always got like this, and it warmed his heart knowing that he could calm you like this..

“good night, baby. i love you..” he murmured, kissing your forehead and tenderly rubbing your back. you let out a hum, mumbling an “i love you” back to him and dozing off into your sleep, holding onto the man you loved.

a/n. i sobbed

© neverbeurs 2024. plagiarism is a crime.

[iihyuck]

SOS ˇ 𓂃 7dream 𓏲࣪  | 00 | 01 | 02 | …

genre (for the overall series) idol au, eighth member au, fluff, me attempting comedy, slow burn but not really, comfort, angst, nsfw (minors and ageless blogs dni or you’re blocked) wc 4.8k

pairing ot7!dream x fem!reader … who’s the pairing getting freaky in this chapter? i won’t tell you 😼

warnings pet names (they call the reader baby because y/n upsets me and my homegirls but i fear it is used for the chat), light profanity, mentions of role play, nsfw but no piv (18+)

notes so sorry for the long wait, here's something lengthy while i work on the next part. smut is ... tame. but only because i haven't written in months. feedback is much appreciated <333

If you had known that telling the guys you grew up and debuted with that you were a virgin—and that you wanted them to show you the ropes—would make things awkward, you would’ve never brought it up at all.

But to be completely honest, you should’ve seen it coming.

Hell, Jisung avoided you for a whole week when you caught him watching kinky roleplay videos on the dorm’s computer a few years ago. Then again… who would’ve thought that was him? Not you, that’s for sure. The manager spent nearly a week trying to clear all the viruses that kept popping up on the poor thing.

It had been a little over two weeks since your not-so-distressed SOS call in your hotel room, and you hadn’t been touched yet. In fact, none of the boys had brought it up since then—complete radio silence.

You wouldn’t say you were bothered...

Because you weren’t!

Okay—maybe just a little.

It was just… weird.

All seven of your very hormonal members had agreed to sleep—sorry, help—you out, and yet they had made no effort to do so? If anything, you would’ve thought you’d be laid out right then and there in that very room.

Ever since returning to Korea, the others rarely even bothered to come over to where Renjun and Jisung stayed anymore. You all only ever met up at the company building for work or gathered at a BBQ spot after long days of practice.

After weeks of the topic being ignored, you had finally had enough. Just this morning, you gave yourself a pep talk—even rehearsing the confrontation you’d give your members after today’s recording session. Lots of f-bombs to assert dominance, of course.

But long story short?

You wimped out.

You couldn’t find the courage to bring it up, not with producers constantly walking in and out, pulling members into the booth one by one.

So, when you arrived home, you rehearsed again.

As an idol, rehearsing was second nature to you. Yet, here you were, fidgeting on Jaemin’s couch as your members sat sprawled across the floor, their eyes glued to the screen while Jisung and Chenle played some random fighting game.

This was far from how the scenario had played out in your head during your shower earlier.

Then again, to be fair, you were the one who had kind-of-sort-of initiated this whole hangout in the first place.

(10:59) Y/N : did you guys see the tweet about the jihyuck divorce?

(11:00) HAECHANNIE ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ : Me and Jisungie are still happily together, what are you talking about

(11:00) SPIDERMAN : trouble in paradise already? Sheeessh

(11:00) NANA : Jealous, Mark? 👀👀

(11:01) SPIDERMAN : ??? and why would i be jealous?

(11:01) HAECHANNIE ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ : Ahh just admit it ... seriously, this is tiring

(11:01) SPIDERMAN : I seriously almost just blocked you

(11:02) ૮ .◜◡◝ ა : wouldn't be the first

(11:02) NANA : JENO LEE

(11:02) ૮ .◜◡◝ ა : that is my name 😼

(11:02) RJ : I thought I silenced this group chat.

(11:03) Y/N : hi renjoon

(11:03) HUANG : I don't like that.

(11:03) DAEGAL'S DAD : HA Renjoon ... i’m gonna steal that

(11:03) RJ : sigh

(11:03) NANA : WAH, we are almost all here, where is Jisungie?

(11:05) Y/N : i dunno

(11:05) HUANG : idk

(11:05) ૮ .◜◡◝ ა : you both live with him, how about you get up and go look

(11:06) RJ : No

(11:06) DAEGAL'S DAD : well that's just lazy

(11:07) SPIDERMAN : That's pretty rich coming from you 🤨

(11:07) DAEGAL'S DAD : I know you're upset about Haechan dumping you but you don't have to be mad at the world 🤦‍♂

(11:07) NANA : I called it, someone send money

(11:07) ૮ .◜◡◝ ა : mark if you need a shoulder to cry on …

(11:07) ૮ .◜◡◝ ა : sit up straighter and wipe your tears

(11:08) NANA : LMFAO

(11:08) Y/N : funniest thing you’ve said in my years of knowing you, dog man

(11:09) ૮ .◜◡◝ ა : just be normal and laugh please

(11:08) SPIDERMAN : ...

(11:08) HAECHANNIE ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ : Markkk, breakups are hard ... I know I know

(11:09) JIJI ☆ : we're out of kimchi stew

(11:09) HAECHANNIE ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ : JISUNGIE

(11:09) SPIDERMAN : you're alive I see 🤨

(11:09) RJ : I know, I ate it

(11:10) Y/N : no fair I didn't get any???

(11:10) NANA : I have some, baby. My mom dropped some off last night. Come over.

(11:10) ૮ .◜◡◝ ა : I'll be over in ten

(11:11) Y/N : mind you, he invited ME.

(11:11) HAECHANNIE ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ : SLEEPOVER

(11:11) SPIDERMAN : Yo, I’m down :>

(11:11) JIJI ☆ : i’ll ride with renjun and baby

(11:12) NANA : I did not agree to any sleepover???

You let your gaze fall to your lap, glaring at your sweatpants as you mentally prepare yourself.

It would be easier if you just blurted out, “So, when are we getting freaky?”

But that wasn’t exactly… professional

Then again, this whole situation was already wildly unprofessional.

Maybe you should’ve just gone into sex blind-minded anyway. Jeno had introduced you to Eric a few times—he seemed nice enough not to make fun of you if you sucked.

"Are you going to sit there and mope the whole time, or are you actually going to eat?"

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as you look up to see Chenle standing above you, a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

From the corner of your eye, you catch Mark and Haechan teasing Jisung, who groans dramatically, covering his ears.

Looks like Chenle won that round.

"Come on," Chenle says, grabbing your hand and pulling you up before you can respond. You barely have time to process before you're being dragged toward the kitchen, the murmur of the others fading into the background.

Your attention snaps to Luna, quietly eating from her bowl in the corner. You squeal, immediately kneeling down to pet her.

"Oh my god, you're so big now!" You pepper kisses onto her head, earning a huff of annoyance but not a squirm.

Chenle chuckles, a knowing smirk on his face. "Daegal would have been betrayed to see you right now," he says, as he pours leftover kimchi jjigae into a pot on the stove.

You giggle, letting Luna go back to her meal as you dust off your knees. "She'd forgive me. After all, she likes me better than you," you say, playfully teasing Chenle.

He looks affronted, but you can see a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "I'm her father. She doesn't like anyone more than me," he says, with a straight face. "Besides, I'm her favorite," he adds, a hint of pride creeping into his voice.

You bite your lip, holding back a sly remark. "Right, right. I'll make the rice," you say, instead. As you wash the grains, you notice Chenle's gaze lingering on you.

“What?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing.

“What’s wrong?”

Your movements still.

“Nothing’s wrong, why are you asking that?”

He scoffs at your defensiveness, adding a few pieces of tofu that he must’ve cut when you were playing with Jaemin’s cat

“Because you’re being weird.”

Your mouth drops, “I’m being weird??”

“Uh Yeah?! I mean you’re barely around anymore ... it’s like ever since that night, you can’t stand to be around us– “

“That isn’t true– “

Chenle takes a step closer, his eyes locked on yours. "Then what is? What's wrong?" he asks, his voice softening.

You hate how you can't look him directly in the eyes anymore, your gaze shifting to your hands as you quietly put the rice in the cooker.

"Baby-" Chenle starts, his hand gently touching your waist, but before he can finish, the kitchen erupts with the arrival of the others.

Mark groans, "Can you guys cook any slower? I came here for free food, not to watch Jisung lose to everyone," walking in the kitchen with his hands ruffling his own hair.

Renjun and Haechan follow close behind, laughing, while Jisung bumps past them, heading towards you.

"Actually, I haven't played baby," he says, his arm stretching over your shoulders.

Renjun rolls his eyes, and Jeno waltz in, "That's cheating. She sucks just as much as you do."

You flash him a sarcastic smile, flipping him off, before pushing Jisung's arm off your shoulders. "Don't call me that. I'm literally older than you," you say, eyes narrowing.

Jisung scoffs, "And what everyone else gets to?"

"Well. no! You should all stop,"

Haechan chimes in, "Yeah, we should collectively stop calling her 'baby'."

You narrow your eyes but slowly nod at Haechan's very rare statement that you agreed with.

Jaemin walks in, his hair damp and a towel around his broad shoulders. "What's going on?" he asks, eyeing the scene.

Mark answers, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, "She wants us to stop calling her 'baby'." Jaemin pouts, "Why? It's a cute nickname."

Mark shrugs, "I guess she just doesn't like it anymore." You slap Jaemin's hands away when he tries to pinch your cheeks, "I always thought 'brat' was more fitting," Haechan says, earning a laugh from the others.

You roll your eyes, “That’s your title, not mine.”

“I agree, Haechan’s like a demon spawn and baby is a pure angel … sure, there's attitude here and there but we‘ve grown to tolerate it” Renjun hums.

The way they speak as if you aren't in the room will always bewilder you.

Jeno throws his head back as he laughs, “I don’t think she’s pure, she’s a pervert."

“Am not?! You’re the pervert– “

Mark shakes his head, tossing the now empty water bottle in the trash can. Another day of leading the dreamies.

“What about a few years ago, when you left those roleplay tabs open?”

Chenle cackles at the memory, and Jaemin snorts.

“Yeah, what was that about? I’m no kinkshamer ... but really?” Haechan tilts his head as he watches your reaction

"THAT WAS NOT ME?! " You exclaim.

“It’s okay if it was,”

Your neck snaps to Mark who just shrugs.

“Well, it wasn’t!”

The room falls silent as you face the others, scowl ever so prominent.

"What kind of roleplay was it?" Renjun asks casually.

“RENJUN??”

They burst out laughing, watching you pout over their teasing.

"Don't make it sound like we're asking for a confession or something." You shoot him a look, "Seriously though, if you know what you already like, it'd be nice to know before we start."

Your eyebrows shoot up after Renjun says that.

“…start what?”

Maybe you weren’t hearing him correctly, after all there’d been several times where you completely ignored the notification about your headphone volume being too loud.

Jaemin's expression turns serious. "Do you not recall your SOS call or what?" you sputter, trying to find your words. "I... I didn't think... um."

“Didn’t think what? that we still wanted you?”

Chenle, throws a piece of tofu at a smirking Jeno, “Stop doing that, you’re flustering her,”

Jaemin hisses, “Ah— not here, I have cats, Do that in your own home.”

“I don’t know, you guys just never brought it up, I thought ... I thought I made things awkward.”

Jisung hums, “I don’t think there’s any room for awkwardness.”

Haechan nods, “Yeah, and plus we were waiting until you felt comfortable, it isn’t like we could just come to your apartment like “Oh let the sex games begin””

You cackle at that. Haechan would definitely come to your apartment and say that but, you digress.

Mark interrupts, “Yeah but there will be no actual sex, remember.”

“Yeah, Yeah, you’re cockblocking once again, we get it.” Jeno nods off, throwing the tofu that landed on him away, but ends up hunched over coughing when Mark hits him in the stomach.

“So … do we plan this or...?” You nervously ask

“Well, that would be awkward ... just let it happen naturally.” Chenle shrugs

Right, naturally.

“Hey, ji?”

The younger boy hummed, not really listening as he lay on his back, his hands interlaced, lazily resting on his pelvis. You lay beside him, resting on your side, your head propped up on your elbow.

"When you lost your virginity, did it happen naturally?" you asked, your words hanging in the air.

He choked on his saliva, startled by the question. Usually, you'd tease him, but you were dead certain you'd react the same way.

He was wide awake now, and a hint of amusement played on his lips. "Is this why you wanted to sleep in my room tonight? Because you wanted to ask a cherry pop questionnaire?" he teased.

You dropped your head onto your hands, laughing at his silly comment. "Who even calls it that anymore? Popping the cherry?" You snorted. "I hate cherries."

He sucks in a breath, shaking his head, “You’re missing out,”

"Sure, now answer my question," you said, serious once more.

"I thought you'd forget about that," he sighed.

You scoffed. "How could I forget? I asked it seconds ago! Did you also think I'd forget all of the porn tabs too?"

He laughed and covered his face with his hands. You quickly grabbed them, holding them in place. "Yeah, and I'm still annoyed you let me take the heat at Jaemin's earlier!"

"They went easy on you," he whispered, meeting your gaze. "If they knew it was me, I wouldn't hear the end of it. You know that."

You'd always been jealous of his bright eyes, even in the dimly lit room, which was only illuminated by the TV's soft glow. "Whatever, you owe me one," you said, letting his hands go and adjusting your position so you were lying on your back.

The only sound in the room was your shared breathing, and the muted TV. He swallowed thickly before speaking up, his voice causing you to jolt slightly as you were drifting off to sleep.

"It was kind of in the heat of the moment... I think it's like that all the time," he said.

You turned to face him, "You think? Was the first time you lost it the only time?"

He nodded slowly, affirming your question.

You hummed, looking up at the ceiling. "Do you regret it?"

"I don't think so," he answered without hesitation.

“Maybe I’d prefer what you plan on doing, taking one step at a time ... I didn't get to try everything.”

Confused, you asked, "What do you mean?"

He sighed and brought his hand up to cover his eyes. "I've never gone down on someone before."

The room fell silent, and he quickly moved his hand to gauge your reaction. You attempted to hold in your laughter, but it slipped out.

He scoffs, his tongue brushing against the inside of his cheek as you laugh, leaning into his shoulder.

"I don't know why you're so nervous to tell me this stuff," he said. "I haven't gone down on anyone either."

He deadpanned, "Wow, I would've never guessed."

You hit his shoulder playfully. "Don't be a dick."

He laughed and shook his head. "My apologies."

Rolling your eyes, you leaned over his chest to grab your phone, which was charging beside him. It was four in the morning.

As you pulled back, you lay beside him, relieved that there were no schedules for the next few days. Maybe you'd visit that new café near Haechan's apartment.

Maybe you’ll go visit that new café that opened up near Haechan’s apartment—

"Can I try with you?" he asked, his words barely above a whisper.

"Pardon?" You were lost in thought.

"I'm not saying it again," Jisung groaned, turning over to face the wall in embarrassment.

"You want to try going... down on me?" he asked quietly.

He slowly turned back around, looking everywhere but at you. "Yeah... if that's okay...And maybe it could be helpful to you too."

You swallowed and nodded. "Okay."

Any and all thought you have of this whole ordeal being awkward was completely erased as you sat on Jisung’s lap, his hands tightly gripping your hips, as your hands ran through his hair as his tongue swirled against yours, he hesitantly pulled away when a whimper left your mouth, filling his.

Jisung’s breath was warm against your lips as he pulled back slightly, his eyes flickering with hesitation. His fingers dug into your hips, grounding himself, and you could feel the way his chest rose and fell unevenly beneath you.

You swallowed, your own heartbeat hammering against your ribs. “You okay?” you murmured, searching his gaze.

He gave you a small nod, though his grip on you tightened just a little. “Yeah… just—this is…I’d never thought I’d be doing this with you,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

A shaky scoff leaves your lips.

“Neither did I” was what you thought but not what left you.

“Do you want to?” your heart bangs in your chest when you ask ... to calm your nerves you start tracing your fingers through his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp in a way that makes his breath hitch.

He let out a shaky chuckle, leaning his forehead against yours. “More than anything. I’ve… always wanted you like this”

“… I don’t wanna mess up.”

Jisung, despite his usual playful demeanor with you, was different.

Your heart clenched at his sincerity.

“You won’t,” you told him gently. “It’s just us. And I’m no pro at this either, you know”

He let out a shaky laugh then exhaled, nodding slightly before his hands shifted from your hips, sliding slowly up your sides as if memorizing the way you felt beneath his palms. His gaze dropped to your lips again, then lower. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“Okay,” he breathed, more to himself than you. “I wanna try.”

You felt warmth creep up your neck, anticipation swirling in your stomach as you let him take the lead. His hands moved to the hem of your thin sleep shorts, fingers slipping beneath the fabric hesitantly, waiting for any sign of uncertainty from you.

But there was none.

How could there ever be?

You nodded, giving him silent permission.

Jisung sucked in a breath, eyes locked onto yours as he slowly laid you on your back, his fingers softly gliding over your cloth covered mound.

His eyes drifted to your chest rising and falling rapidly, cursing under his breath when he took notice of your perked nipples poking through the tank top you wore.

You suck in a breath as his hand softly rubs circles into your cunt. You wanted more.

Absentmindedly, your hips buck up into his moving palm, his lips parted slightly, as if in awe, and something about the way he looked at you made your stomach flip.

Neither of you spoke as he shifted, lying on his stomach, his eyes searched your face one last time, silently asking if you were still okay.

You cupped his cheek, thumb brushing against his skin, nodding.

His lips parted, a quiet breath escaping, and then—he kissed down your jaw, trailing lower.

And lower.

His breath was warm against your skin, and when his lips finally met the space just above your waistband, your fingers tightened in his hair.

Jisung exhaled shakily. “Tell me if I do something wrong,” he whispered.

Your heart pounded.

“You won’t,” you promised.

And then—he continued.

Jisung exhaled slowly, his fingers toying with the hem of your shorts as if giving himself time to process the situation. His hands were warm, slightly trembling, but determined.

You watched him with hooded eyes, your own breath uneven as his lips ghosted over your stomach. The anticipation was making every nerve in your body light up, heat pooling in your core as he finally—finally—started pulling your shorts down.

His gaze flickered up to meet yours, pupils blown wide with something between nervousness and hunger. “Still good?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah.”

Jisung licked his lips, exhaling through his nose as he shifted lower. His hands squeezed your thighs gently before parting them, settling between them. You could feel the heat of his breath against the thin fabric of your underwear, and it made your whole body tense with anticipation.

You could feel your pussy, clench around nothing.

He hesitated for only a moment before pressing an experimental kiss against the inside of your thigh. Then another. And another. Each one slower, more deliberate, as he grew bolder.

No marks could be left on your neck, that was for sure, but your creamy inner thighs. No fan would ever be able to see that.

Soft love marks began to bruise the skin of your thighs as he sucked and licked.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, a shiver running up your spine. “Ji…” You weren’t sure what you were asking for, but the way he glanced up at you, lips slightly swollen, made your stomach flip.

“I just… wanna take my time,” he admitted, pressing one last lingering kiss to your thigh before his fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear. He pulled them down agonizingly slowly, his eyes locked onto the way you squirmed beneath him.

A curse left his lips watching your sticky cunt glisten in the dim room, your slick sticking to your panties as they came off.

Your breath hitched as the cool air met your heated skin, but nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of Jisung’s lips pressing tentatively against your pussy.

He couldn’t control himself once they were off, throwing them somewhere on the floor, before pressing his plump lips against your glimmering slit.

A sharp gasp left your lips, your back arching slightly. His hands tightened on your thighs, keeping you in place as he hesitated for only a second before licking a slow, tentative stripe up your slit.

Your fingers immediately found his hair, tugging lightly as a low groan rumbled in his chest.

“Fuck,” he murmured, almost as if to himself. “You’re so…”

He didn’t finish the sentence before he leaned in again, this time with more confidence, parting your pussy, his tongue flicking experimentally against your clit which he surprisingly found on the first try. The sensation made your hips jerk, and he chuckled softly against you, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

“Shit, Ji,”

The way your body was reacting, he continued, finding a rhythm—soft licks, slow circles, the occasional suction that made your head spin. Every now and then, he’d glance up, watching your reactions like he was committing them to memory.

You bit your lip, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Jisung—”

“Hm?” His voice was muffled, but the smirk in his tone was undeniable.

You groaned, throwing your head back as he pressed a kiss to your pussy hole, his finger slippery with your juice, playing with your clit, other hand gripping your thigh like he never wanted to let go.

Your hand roughly tugged on his hair as he messily slurped up your cunt, his tongue quickly flicking your throbbing clit.

He moaned, feeling the burning sensation on his scalp, the vibrations going straight to your pussy.

If you knew getting ate out felt this great, you would’ve explored a while ago.

Dare you say it felt better than those late nights where you couldn’t sleep and let your hand wander down your underwear?

Maybe.

A broken “Fuck,” left your trembling lips when his thumb traced your hole as he sucked your clit.

Yes. Yes, it was so much better than your own hand—

And then, just as you were starting to feel that familiar build in your stomach, he pulled back slightly, lips glistening, a dazed expression on his face.

“Was… was that good?” he asked, voice hoarse, lips slick and swollen.

You let out a breathless laugh, reaching down to cup his cheek. “Jisung… if you stop now, I might actually kill you.”

His eyes widened before a cocky grin slowly spread across his face that was shiny with your wetness.

“Well… can’t have that, can we?”

Biting your lip, you nod, watching him sit up on his knees, without blinking once, desperate for release.

His large hand lowered to his bulging cock that was practically begging for attention, through his sweatpants. You unfortunately didn’t look for long as he hovered over you, bringing his sticky lips to yours.

Your clit pulsed as you tasted yourself on his tongue once he swiped his with yours, deepening the kiss.

Maybe you were the pervert that Jeno thought you were.

Your eyes followed his hand that stroked himself through his sweats, you instinctively reached for him again, but he chuckled softly, shifting his hips back. "No sex, remember?" he teased

A snarky remark was plotting to escape you, but you immediately shut up as his hands slid to the back of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest.

The shift leaves both of you breathless.

You swore a moan left him, as he licked his lips gazing at your puffy cunt shiny with your own slick and his spit, even in the little light that the tv was providing.

His starry eyed gaze met yours again, “you’re perfect,”

Usually, you’d find some slick comeback for the members whenever they complimented and flustered you but considering the current situation, you had no choice but to pull out the default.

“Shut up,”

“I’m serious,” he mumbled, his finger sliding down to your cunt, pressing against your clit, watching as your cunt continued to leak with arousal.

Your eyes begin to flutter shut as he works small circles into your clit before your approaching orgasm is interrupted once again.

BANG

RATTLE

BANG

“Yo, Park Jisung—why is the door locked? Since when do we lock doors around here? Oh—wait, are you jerking off?”

Of course … Lee Donghyuck, the bane of your existence.

You completely forgot that he and Mark decided to crash at your place—well, technically Renjun and Jisung’s since you didn’t bother to pay the rent—after Jaemin kicked everyone out. Something about you all trying to serenade him into letting the sleepover happen and then spilling beer on his pink rug.

The doorknob rattles aggressively again, and you sigh in defeat.

Both you and Jisung know Haechan isn’t going to quit unless he gets in.

Jisung sighs as well, pulling back from you with a quiet, “Sorry.”

SIGHHH.

“Go away, Donghyuck!”

“You’re in there too? Why are you two locking me out? What did I do? Let’s all cuddle and make up,” he dramatically whines, and you hear the sound of him sliding down the door.

You groan, sitting up with a cringe at the mess between your legs and the damp spot beneath you. Jisung laughs, helping you stand and pull your sleep shorts back on.

He takes note of the grumpy pout on your face, about to say something—

But he’s interrupted by Haechan’s loud, off-key rendition of All by Myself, inevitably butchering a few words.

Your frown doesn’t last long as Renjun yells from the hallway, telling him to shut the hell up.

With a sigh, you look up at Jisung, who’s watching you with a soft giggle as you lift the hem of his shirt to wipe his wet face.

“Hey—what’s so funny in there? Let. Me. In.”

The two of you ignore your dramatic member, Jisung, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Just come back to my room when everyone’s asleep.”

Your heart stutters in your chest as you nod, pursing your lips, which he gladly accepts, kissing you back.

With a deep inhale and exhale, you make sure you’re presentable before walking over to the door. Turning back, you see Jisung hurriedly stripping the sheets off his bed, tossing them into the corner.

Unlocking the door, you’re met with a disheveled Haechan sprawled out on the floor, wearing the shirt you gifted Renjun for his last birthday.

He sits up, squinting at you suspiciously before peering past you into the room—immediately locking eyes with Jisung, who freezes on the spot.

Right. The whole ordeal had made you forget just how much of a scaredy-cat he was.

You don’t stick around to witness the aftermath.

“Hello, CHEATER!” Haechan shouts behind you as you walk off.

Reaching the body-length mirror in the hallway, you frown at your flustered reflection. Your hair is a mess—no doubt from being sprawled out on Jisung’s bed. You try to smooth it down quickly.

“The hell happened to you?”

Your eyes snap up, meeting another set of eyes in the mirror.

Jeno.

“Nothing,” you blurt. “Why would you ask that? What happened to you? And why are you even in my house? You—You—nothing happened. Don’t ask me that.”

He raises a brow, trying (and failing) to fight off a smirk.

Nice. Real nice save.

Jeno inhales sharply, turning away—but not before muttering a sarcastic, “Right… My bad.”

You need a shower. And a hole to dig yourself into. Fast.

[markiemelon]

Heyy!! I really REALLY love your writings!! Could you please write something fluffy for Renjun as well? I'd appreciate that alot! but if you cant its fine too 🫶🫶🫶

sorry this took forever LOL

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♡ rj x fem!reader ♡ school au ♡ classmates to lovers ♡

fluff. no warnings!

renjun was that boy who made your heart do somersaults. renjun was that boy who made you feel like you swallowed a million butterflies.

renjun was that boy you loved.

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huang renjun was that boy with soft eyes, pretty lips, and a perfect smile. he was that boy you had a couple classes with. that boy who always happened to sit two rows ahead of you, one seat over to the left.

so there you were in your first class, sitting contently throughout the lecture. your mind starts to drift as you observe the boy with his back facing toward you. you couldn't help but notice how neat his notes were and how nice his handwriting was. the lecture ended, urging chaos to erupt in the room. you stay in your seat, as usual, to wait out the stampede of students.

the room cleared to reveal a beige cardigan draped onto the back of a chair. you counted one, two, rows up, and one seat over. it was renjun's. renjun was always one of the first out of the class, so he was probably long gone. you figured you could just take it with you since you would see him in math later, anyway. you picked the soft beige fabric up from the chair and wrapped it over your arm. you headed over to the door but stopped for a second to answer a text on your phone. you didn't pay any notice to a presence entering the room until an abrupt greeting startled you.

"hi.”

you instinctively jerked your head up.

"oh my gosh renjun you scared me." you said, hand to your heart. renjun flashed a smile and pointed his finger to call attention to you holding his cardigan.

"oh." you quickly handed it to renjun. " i was gonna give this-" you could feel your face heating up. "i just thought you had already left so i figured i- but maybe i should have just left it-"

renjun threw his head back in laughter at how flustered you were. "yn it's okay." he interrupted you. "i actually didn't even come here to get this." he smiled. "i came here to leave this paper on the professor's desk. he held up a paper in his hand. "so thanks. i never wouldn’t have noticed i left it here if i hadn't seen you holding it." he giggled through each sentence.

you felt some strange sense of relief wash over you. you started to laugh with him. this situation really shouldn't have been funny enough to make the two of you laugh as hard as you did. but it felt good.

renjun's eyes shifted to look at the clock on the wall behind you. "shoot. class starts in like 4 minutes!" he said as he naturally began to walk backwards, eyes still fixed on the clock. "bye yn. i'll see you in like an hour!" you watched the boy leave your sight, listening to his footsteps growing quieter and quieter.

you've been classmates for a while now, in fact, he was the first person you ever talked to on your first day. both of you had arrived to class too early and made small talk in the hall while you waited to go in. so it's not like the two of you were strangers, but you wished to get to know him more.

a little while later, you went to math. you took your usual seat, looking over to where renjun sits, only to see that someone else had taken his spot. this worried you because that spot was perfect for keeping an eye on him, which was pretty much the only thing you looked forward to when going to math. all the other ‘good’ spots were being taken. you were preparing to have an extremely boring class without having a view of that pretty boy, but finally, that boy you were waiting for walks in the room, scanning around for an open seat. your eyes widened a little once you realized nobody was sitting next to you.

renjun approached you confidently. "guess this is where i’ll have to sit." he smiled.

you don’t know why the thought of sitting next to him excited you so much, but you couldn’t stop smiling. it wouldn’t be so easy to look at him without making it obvious, though.

you stared blankly at the mess of numbers in front of you. you had no idea what any of it meant.

"need some help with that?” renjun leaned over, having noticed your struggles. he was close to you. probably the closest he’s ever been. you got that funny feeling like as if you were on a roller coaster drop. “oh.” you said shyer than before. “yeah.”

renjun rested his elbow on your side of the desk to reach your paper easier. “okay so…” he began to explain to you.

you ignored the little gestures he made to the paper, and how he scribbled some nonsence.

You could only focus on him. the way his voice sounded in spite of his gibberish. the way his hair brushed his skin when he moved. the way his eyes glowed as he thought.

"so, does that make sense?”

everything he just said completely flew over your head, but you responded, nonetheless. “yeah! yes, thanks. that makes so much more sense.” you smiled.

renjun scoffed. “yn, you didn't listen to anything i just said.”

“what?! why would you think that?” you said, avoiding eye contact.

“because i started talking about my grandma’s kiwi allergy and you didn’t notice.”

the bell rung.

“how about we continue this in the library after school?” he said, getting up from his seat. “since it’s the weekend tomorrow, we’ll have more time to work.”

you felt your smile form on your face again, giving renjun the idea that you agreed.

“oh yeah,” he continued. “can i have your number?” he rubbed his forearm. “so i can text you when i get to the library..” he swallowed.

“yes, right. right.” you pulled out your phone quickly, looking a little clumsy while doing it.

he took your phone and you observed his concentrated expression as his thumbs glided across the screen.

after exchanging numbers, you went your separate ways.

you walked away, feeling a little embarrassed. “why do i act so weird around him?” you scolded yourself.

after school hours, you decided to go find renjun. you approached the library, walking alongside a glass portion of the wall, and caught a glimpse of your reflection. you cringed at the sight of your tangled hair.

you glanced at the time on your phone before starting your way back in the same direction you just came from, finding the nearest restroom. you put your bag on the counter, and combed through your hair with your hands, taking another moment to reapply some lip tint.

fixing your posture, you stood tall in your reflection. you smacked your lips together and ruffled your hair before grabbing your bag and speed walking out to the hall.

you approached the library once again, this time, a little more confident.

you walked through the quiet room, the smell of old books and wooden shelves hit you softly. the stillness around you made you self conscious, you could hear your every move. there you saw him, sitting at a desk, his back to you. he was tapping his fingers against his cheek, and seemed to be deep in thought.

you approached him from behind but you almost didn’t want to disrupt his thinking. you wondered what he could possibly be thinking about.

renjun suddenly scooted his chair back as if about to stand up. “when is she gonna be here-” he gasped after seeing you standing right behind him as he turned his head. “holy-” he caught his breath.

“sorry. i didn’t mean to startle you.” you laughed. “and sorry im late…something came up.”

“don’t worry…i hadn’t even noticed you were late…” renjun’s eyes wandered around the room. “uh so…should I help you with that thing from earlier?” he pulled out the chair next to his, gesturing his hand for you to sit.

“yes, thanks.” you sat down. “it’s nice to know that you’re good at math…” you said to break any second of the silence.

“yeah…um, yeah i’m pretty good at math…”

you wondered why he sounded like he was lying, but you brushed it off. renjun seemed to be way more nervous than earlier, unlike the confident renjun you were used to.

“okay this is easy!” he said. “this should be a 2 instead of a 1.” he pointed at the faint pencil on your wrinkled paper.

you thought you had that one right… but without asking many questions, you went along with whatever it was that renjun said.

you worked until the evening, then you decided to finish up.

as you picked up the rest of your things, renjun took off his sweater and draped it over his chair. “won’t you be leaving?”you asked. “why take it off now?”

he looked to you. “oh. i just got really hot…like…right now.”

“oh. okay.” you replied. “well thank you for helping me, renjun.”

“mm.” he nodded, a faint smile in his eyes.

you were hoping to walk out with him, maybe even get him to walk you home, but before you could even swing your backpack over one shoulder, he was off.

“okay bye yn gotta go see you tomorrow!” he blurted as one long word as he rushed out of the library.

“renjun, your sweater!” you did a double take at the chair where it was left. he heard you but he acted like he didn’t. “weird.” you picked up the sweater, just like you had done earlier. right then, you heard a buzz from your phone.

from: huang renjun

hi yn. i left my sweater at the library. do you mind taking it with you???

omg renjun i literally told you that before you ran out!!!

are you free tomorrow? so you can give me my sweater…

yeah im free

can we meet at that cafe by the school? at like noon?

sure

that next morning, you found yourself walking to that cafe. opening the door, you found comfort in the scent of coffee and sweetness.

“renjun!” you called over to him. “here.” you handed him the soft bunch of fabric.

“thanks. sorry to make you come here.” he apologized, though you knew he wasn’t actually sorry.

“oh, i don’t mind…” you shrugged.

“well since we’re already here… do you want to get a coffee or something?” renjun proposed. “sit. ill go get something.”

you sat at one of the smaller tables, while renjun ordered something. you couldn’t stop yourself from staring helplessly at the boy. his beige cardigan complimented his light brown hair. it seemed that every time you saw him, the more you grew to like him. he was cute, well-mannered, funny. you usually tried to shake away these feelings once they started, but today you let them stick around a little longer.

the sight of renjun walking over to you, holding two drinks in either hand, was enough to make you blush.

“here.” he handed a cup to you.

he sat down in the seat across from you, but only for a moment.

“i better get going. something came up.” he got up, just like that, walking past you and out the door.

it happened suddenly, so you didn’t even see him walk out, but you did see, by the time you turned around, his beige sweater in a bunch on the floor.

“that boy…” you mumbled to yourself as you went straight to pick it up and run after him.

that boy was now halfway down the block. “renjun!” you got no response. you ran as quickly as you could. once you got close enough to reach, you tugged on his arm.

he turned around.

you dropped your hands to your knees, gasping for air. “you,” you swallowed, “you dropped this.” holding the cardigan out with one arm, the other still resting on your bent knee. “you know, you’re very clumsy, huang renjun.”

“oh that?” he laughed. “i dropped it on purpose.”

…

“why…. would you do that..” your jaw stayed open.

“so you would come looking for me!” he flashed a bright smile.

his perfect expression distracted you for a second. “you must have a big ego to think i would go out of my way just to give you this.” you shoved the cardigan into renjun’s arms.

“right, because you just full-speed sprinted down this block for fun…” he teased back.

you didn’t really have anything to say so you moved your eyes away from his.

“yn.” he spoke.

“renjun?” you replied.

“why are you so cute?” he asked, well aware of how flustered it would make you.

a sudden warmth overtook your chest. you kept your stare away from renjun, but he kept his on you, not expecting a response. he took in a breath before he spoke. “will you hang out with me today?”

now you fixed your eyes to his. “don’t you have something urgent?”

“i made that up. let’s go.” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along to wherever he was going.

your feet scooted across the sidewalk as you tried to keep up with his rushing pace. you looked down to see where his hand held your wrist gently. “how could he be so bold?” you thought.

“renjun!” you shouted, seeming a little annoyed. “where are we going?!”

renjun turned his head to you for a moment before facing forward again. “im taking you somewhere special.”

moments later, you arrived in front of a small corner store.

“cmon let’s go inside.” he opened the door and let you walk in before he did.

“so your idea of hanging out is making me run errands with you?” you playfully nudged renjun’s shoulder with yours.

“well if somebody didn’t use every single one of my pages as scrap paper…”

you felt like you were getting closer and closer to renjun, and you felt it happening quickly. you kept surprising yourself with how comfortably you would act around him, and how you could tell he felt more comfortable too. the happiness you felt around him was starting to outweigh the tension you had been feeling.

you and renjun spent the rest of the day walking around the city, browsing boutiques that were way too expensive for both of you combined to afford. you just did normal things, but it felt surreal.

you went to sleep that night, thinking about that boy, continuing your fantasies from where you had left off the night before.

the next morning, you snoozed your alarm a couple times less than usual, motivated by just the thought of that boy.

today after school, the class rankings of the math test scores would be posted. after the bell rang, you found renjun waiting in front of the classroom. “im kind of nervous..” you murmured as you took your place next to him, leaning against the wall. he didn’t seem too confident himself. “me too.” he confessed. you nudged his shoulder after hearing his response. “psh, don’t be. you’ll probably be in first place.”

you had a lot of confidence in him.

a few minutes later, you, renjun, and the rest of the class, stood in front of a long list of names, trying to get a glimpse at their own.

after a moment of squinting, you came across your name. “hey, for out of 53 students, i didn’t do too badly.” your shoulders dropped in relief.

renjun gave you a thumbs up and a big smile that almost looked sarcastic. “good job!”

“well thanks to your help…” you tried to stay modest. “What did you get?” you asked him. “i can’t find your name in the top 10.” you looked further and further down the list.

#53. Huang Renjun

“oh yeah about that…” he tried to get you to look away from the paper. “hey let’s go to the library now!” he changed the subject, and dragged you to the library.

the two of you sat in your usual spots. “so do you need help with anything?” he looked tense.

you weren’t good at math, but you were at least smart enough to realize that renjun wasn’t good at math either.

“renjun.” you turned around to face him.

“hm?” he perked his head up.

“you cant do math either, right?”

he fluttered his eyes. “hm?”

“i saw your score, renjun.”

“oh.”

you couldn’t keep a straight face. “why are you pretending to be good at math?”

he just stayed silent, tracing around the desk with his finger. you were hesitant to ask, but you did anyway, “renjun,” you paused, “do you like me or something?”

his movements froze. “how about i walk you home?” he frantically got his stuff together. “it’s gonna get dark soon so let’s hurry.”

you couldn’t pass up that offer, so you just let him get away with avoiding your question.

he walked you home, and your heart fluttered all the way there. “it’s here.” you slowed your pace as you approached the small stairs in front of the door. you walked up one of the steps before turning around to face the boy who seemed a little shorter all the sudden. “im taller than you!” you giggled.

renjun stood on his tippy toes, bringing his face nearly level to yours. he looked at you. his glossy eyes glimmered with the porch light that automatically turned on.

you leaned back a little, surprised at how close you were to him.

you suddenly felt that shyness that you had almost forgotten the feeling of. “im still taller.” you said.

his concentrated expression turned into a grin. “well good thing im just tall enough.”

“just tall enough for what?” you laughed. “a smurf?”

he couldn’t help but smile as he shook his head gently, careful not to break his eye contact. “no.” he said. “for this.”

and unexpectedly, that boy that stood in front of you. that boy with the sweetest smile and the cutest laugh. that boy you couldn’t stop thinking about. he leaned in. and the closer he got, the more you anticipated his touch. his hand on your cheek. his eyes fixed on your lips; that’s where he placed his own. it was the most perfect match.

you felt only his lips move out of your reach as he stepped up to you. “it’s better if i’m taller, don’t you think?” he laughed before reattaching his lips to yours. your hands made their way to find a place to rest against his chest. you felt his heart push against your palms.

“yn. i dont know if ive made it obvious enough, but i really like you.”

“so you do like me..” your grin stretched from ear to ear.

he didn’t answer. he looked at you and sighed through his forming smile. he reached for your hand to tug you closer. and without a word, your lips reconnected.

you took in everything you could about that moment. you wanted to cherish every feeling of every second you spent with that boy.

that boy who pulled you closer. that boy who held your hand.

renjun, that boy you loved, was now renjun, that boy who loved you.

tysm for requesting i rlly appreciate it ! hope u like it ＾＾

i usually don’t write things this long but idk what happened hhahahhaha

[everything-fine-n-peachy]

when daffodils bloom (h.rj)

pairings: huang renjun x reader genre: fluff (hbd baobei hihi) summary: your typical highschool nerds find a way to express their love for each other in the way they know best, very shy rj and kinda dense y/n

Renjun knew you had high standards. He expected nothing less after sharing all his honors classes with you for the last five years in high school. You even showed him a list you kept in your school journal, pointing at each item to explain why it was necessary. For example, you swore that the average shelf in a common household was just beyond the reach of someone like you, who stood at five foot three. Therefore, you needed someone at least five foot ten or taller to help you grab items on the top level.  

three inches, Renjun thought, he was below your standard by just three inches. 

This is exactly why he never found the courage to confess his feelings. Sure, he was the smartest guy in his class and it wasn’t like there weren’t other girls he could pursue, but there was just something special about you. He’d lost count of the amount of times Chenle had nagged at him to just come clean or give up all together. The thing is, Renjun may be a Math whiz but he was also really terrible at expressing himself. 

So he settles for giving you his reviewers. As in, only you. Whenever his friends would complain about how you didn’t need an extra hand in your academics, Renjun would wave them off and say you’d exchange top secret study notes anyway, nothing special. 

On the contrary, he would work tirelessly making sure he’d get all the right topics and jot them down in his careful handwriting, spending hours at a time before handing you a copy. 

And you were completely oblivious. 

To you, Renjun was your confidant, someone who could understand the many pressures of growing up in a family with high expectations. You thought he was way too handsome to look your way and always insisted to everyone who teased you that he was just a nice guy. 

On the days when you had Math tournaments to attend and missed class, he would be the one you’d run to for notes. Which is why you never stop to think that it was ever special treatment. 

That was until Giselle came sulking one day at lunch, begging you to lend her a copy of Renjun’s notes. 

“I told you already, I did ask Jeno if he had them but he told me that Renjun ever only gives them to you,” she whined. 

“That sounds a little far fetched now don’t you think?” You pause for a second contemplating the possibility of Renjun actually having feelings for you. It was absurd. 

“Well, notes aside, don’t you notice how he always likes to hang around you?” 

"That's just cause we have the same advanced electives," you counter.

"Okay how about, that time when he stayed behind while you sorted out responsibilities as homeroom representative? That' definitely counts for something since he belongs to a different homeroom class plus it was a Friday."

You take a thoughtful bite out of your sandwich.

am I really that dense?

The truth was you always thought he was handsome. You’ve just always been drawn to the more athletic type that your friends all fantasized about. 

A quick mental run down of your list makes you smile to yourself. He was top of his class (intelligent), could tolerate his chaotic circle of friends (patient), always willing to tutor struggling classmates (kind), and was very generous except with his reviewers. 

Did he still need to be five foot ten to be a guy you liked? 

After the bell rings Renjun returns to his classroom to find the reviewer he’d given you last week on his desk. You left a little post-it on the front with a message that read, 

thanks for the special subscription thinking of going premium…not just for the notes though :)  we can discuss terms over coffee this afternoon

Renjun bites his lip to hide his stupid grin. It’s no use when his friends have been peeking from behind, yelling and shoving each other over their friend’s newfound love life. He covers his face in embarrassment, more than anything else because Yangyang and Chenle are obnoxiously shrieking and making a scene. 

Whatever the case, he sits in class distracted for the first time. He thinks the entire English lesson probably went over his head, but it was a small matter. You asked him out. Given, it was likely to turn into a study date. Then again, studying is always better when it’s with you. 

[sichengzzz]

THE ARTIST (RJ)

" DO YOU MIND COMING BY? " - RENJUN

PAIRING: huang renjun x gn!reader

THEMES: a kiss, fluff, romantic sort of. used to go college together and were both art majors !

WORD COUNT: 0.709k

Maybe, it wasn't that big of a deal. Maybe, it was also just all in your head. I mean, for your old colleague to ring you up and to so boldly ask you to come by the café he recently began working at? You felt multiple emotions bundle up together.

I mean come on, this was Renjun. Renjun, who you had a major crush on in second year. But Renjun, who you could never confess to because of how close you had became as friends.

When he had called you, you had almost hesitated for a moment. How stupid, you thought after hanging up. You almost blew your cover whilst on the phone with him.

Once you were finally able to get yourself together, you got dressed in a rush and made your way to the address he had sent you. The 7 Dream Cafe, you read. Must be new.

And as you stood outside the building, you admired the colourful posters. It had seemed so calm, so youthful. How long has this place been open? The lights of the café lit up the quiet streets, and amongst the aesthetic café had been Renjun, sitting alone.

His face had been concentrated on his laptop, fingers fiddling with the keyboard every so now and then. This time, you hadn't hesitated at all and decided to push open the door. A sound had erupted from the top of where you had been standing, interrupting Renjun from his trance as the bell had signified that someone had entered.

"Hey," You started awkwardly. "Hey." He responds, bringing his hand up and waving lightly. You had taken this as a sign to join him on his table but had been easily distracted as you had taken a peek of what he had been working on.

"Merchandise?" You questioned, this time with a warm smile. "It reminded me of you, so I knew I had to call you over to help." Renjun explained as a smile grew on his own face. That sentence had made you feel warm. He was reminded of me.

"Come, sit next to me." He patted the vacant chair that had been right next to him. You had taken your seat and observed Renjun as he looked over the designs he'd been working on.

"I'm thinking about creating badges, maybe customised shirts and some labels drawn by the entire crew. that I brushed up" He stated, "I wanted to know your opinion on them, since you know, I'm better at creating ideas then crafting them."

He had turned the computer over to face you, as he had watched as you overlooked his designs. He must have worked pretty hard on these, you thought.

You felt a tinge of shyness take over you as you could see him staring at you from the corner of your eye. You felt yourself internally panicking, not knowing what to say.

"Renjun," you started, turning your face to finally make eye contact with him. "Renjun, these are really good."

"Like, they all have some sort of uniqueness to them. I'm really impressed with this design, it's not cluttered and is very casual." You praised, praying he would be content with your answer.

Still, he had kept strong eye-contact with you. It had held a depth connection and you were confused if you had feared to look into it or if it had really been what you wanted all this time.

"Renjun?" You murmured softly, but he had hushed you. In that moment, it felt like he could read your mind.

Unable to resist one another, you moved closer to him, and the distance between the two of you had no longer been existent.

Both your lips met in a soft, delicate kiss. A kiss that the both of you had longed for. Time had felt as if it stood still, as if it really was just the two of you in this café, in this whole world.

This kiss that had been shared within the café spoke for the words that were unable to be conveyed.

Eventually, the both of you had to pull away and you were convinced you were met with such loving eyes.

"I'm so glad that you asked me to come by."

COMPLETED: 01 - 03 - 2024

[suhnshinehaos]

✩  crush culture

synopsis : ln yn has always flirted with huang renjun. but they do that with literally everyone else too, they couldn’t possible be serious about pursuing him, right? on their final year of university, yn is determined to show that they are. with all the walls that renjun has built around himself, will they be strong enough to succeed in tearing them down? pairing : huang renjun x gn!reader genre/s : university + student council au, fluff, angst, pining, slice of life, humor

part eight : eye sea

previous  ➤  part seven : that should be me next  ➤  part nine crush culture ➤  masterlist 

from reese, with love <3 anytime i have to write a yanghyuck interaction i get a lil boost of serotonin >_< also pls ignore the fact that rj’s hair changes every update fghjk ;-; thank you sm for reading, as always id love to know what you think ! hope you are all doing well and taking care of yourselves :)

[mangozcat]

omg hi may i request making out w renjun that leads to sex n then one of d members Accidentally walks in and then teases rj abt it and all that 😁

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. huang renjun x fem!reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. smut 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. dhjdudididi hello yes ofc- this is so my style I appreciate you so much <3 hope this was good enough! not sure if it is honestly cause I’m majorly distracted rn but I hope it is aishudu

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓.

they danced across your skin and left you in a daze. at first, it had all started out innocent enough. renjun murmuring quietly about how his roommates were home so he just wanted to cuddle up and relax.

yet, still, he was ever so eager to attach his lips to your neck. gently sucking a bruising mark into the skin, he made his way up until his lips met yours and they became hungry- almost needy for your taste.

you hummed against his mouth when his tongue met yours in a heated kiss. it was full of passion, love, and that practically aching sense of lust that had you addicted to his lips.

“baby,” renjun said, breathing in some air as he gasped between kisses. “love you so much.” his words were breathy and his tone was deep, sending a shiver down your spine as soon as his hands found your hips.

reaching up your shirt, his hands felt cold against your warm skin as he rubbed circles into the area there. you gasped against his lips when one of his legs- of which was placed between yours- moved slightly, rubbing dangerously against your heat.

“r-renjun,” you murmured out, feelings his lips trail down your neck until he latched onto your collarbone. you moaned once he gently bit at the area, breathing some cold air against the wet skin.

you were in sensory overload by this point.

with his thigh rutting slowly against your heat, his fingers slowly trailing up until they rested on the edges of your bra, and his mouth leaving a feeling of hot flame behind when he left kisses; you were such a goner.

“I thought your roommates were home,” you said once his hands unclasped your bra so he could fondle your breasts. tugging on his hair once he pinched your nipples, you held back a whine at the feeling.

renjun nodded before he was lifting your shirt up above your head, exposing your breasts to the cold air. he continued to kiss down your torso before his lips found one of your erect buds, wrapping his mouth around it before twisting it with his teeth.

“they are,” he said breathlessly, “but my baby can be quiet, yeah? need her pussy so bad.”

you most definitely could not be quiet, but you nodded regardless. too drunk on his words, to let out a mewl at the filth dripping off his tongue before feeling his thigh press up again, fueling more to the flames.

your whines became full on moans and renjun seemed too invested in your body to even notice, let alone care. something about how anyone could hear how good he was making you feel only helped to arouse you even more.

“renjun-” you whimpered out once he attached to the other bud. “want your cock.”

renjun hummed, the vibrations going straight to your core. you whimpered out, squirming under him until he had to hold your hips down. he wanted to tease you a bit more, but with the way your movements were causing your clothed pussy to rub against his growing bulge, he was finding it harder and harder to do so.

“baby wants my cock in her tight little pussy?” he said, looking up at you. you mumbled incoherently and nodded your head vigorously, causing him to laugh a bit at your need.

he thought about it for a moment before pulling off of you, making you whine for all of two seconds before you realized he was shedding himself of his pants. pulling down his underwear, you watched his cock spring forward and groaned, immediately tugging down your shorts, you spread your legs so he could enter you as fast as possible.

taking one of his fingers, he rubbed it up and down your folds to gather some slick before rubbing it onto his cock. teasing you a bit, he tapped the tip of his dick against you clit, to which you only whined.

“renjun,” you moaned out breathily, “please.”

when he did push into you, you almost felt like crying. you were used to the feeling of his cock, yet, still, you were always surprised by how well he stretched you out. your pussy had to be made for his cock with how well both of felt with each other.

he started a bruising pace; in and out, listening to your loud moans, while his lips latched onto either yours or your neck. your legs were wrapped around his waist, perfecting the angle and only improving the pleasure for both of you.

“feels so good,” renjun murmured into your ear. one of his hands traveled down between you, rubbing at your clit in slow, teasing circles, contrasting perfectly to the way his cock was diving into you.

his eyes were on your pussy- more specifically, the way his cock disappeared inside of you. he groaned at the sight, becoming rabid with his thrusts and making you cry out in pleasure.

“hey, can you two-” the door suddenly opened, revealing jaemin standing there, his eyes quickly widening at the sight. of course, he assumed something was going on inside, and wanted nothing more than to make a noise complaint, but he didn’t exactly expect to see his roommate fucking his girlfriend.

“out!” renjun called, throwing his shirt towards the boy. you couldn’t help but tighten around him, somewhat aroused at the fact that the two of you had been caught.

“right, I’ll ask later,” jaemin said, scurrying off and closing the door loudly behind him.

when you released a wanton moan- one that typically signaled you were close- renjun was somewhat shocked. “did you like that?” he asked, feeling you clench around his cock. you nodded, eyes closed tightly with your head thrown back against the pillows.

“s-so close,” you cried out, wrapping your arms around renjun’s neck and pulling him closer, rolling your hips against his.

renjun groaned out, feeling his own high approaching dangerously fast when you came, a cry of his name escaping your lips. strips of white cum disappeared into your pussy, making the both of you collapse into one another. you moaned at the sensation and renjun continued to rock his hips into yours to ride out your highs.

when it became too much, you pushed at his chest gently, signaling him to pause his movements and he did, pulling away to roll to the side of you. pulling you close, he said, “I’m gonna get teased like hell for that.”

you hummed quietly, “at least it was hot.”

“to you!” renjun exclaimed, burying his head into the curve of your neck, “that was so embarrassing for me.”

let’s just say jaemin was never going to let him forget about today.

[dreamiesdotcom]

ocean waves | h. rj

summary: He realized that artists fall in love with each other quite easily, easier than they do with most anything in life. As Renjun let himself sink in his own thoughts, he found that he wanted to cry. Cry because it was cold, cry because his heart was strumming, cry because he was in love.

word count: 4.3k

genre: writer!renjun x writer!reader, angst ♡

My mother told me, "Darling, you are a graveyard of all the hearts that loved you|

Those were the words you were typing as he walked past the dull coffee shop downtown from where he had a meeting in, and just about as he was to let his mind bask in the sequence of words, he catches the way noon sunlight cast golden hues on your complexion.

"Hey, uh, can I take this seat?" He asks gently, hoping you'd say yes. "I like the view from here."

Your voice was muffled behind your surgical mask, but he sees the crinkle in your eyes as you smiled at him, "Of course. From up here, the sea looks more beautiful than anywhere else, after all."

"Thank you!" He wasn't talking about the sea. He takes the seat in front of you and cracks open the book he kept in his pocket.

You reminded him of the girl he hated back in eighth grade.

She was gentle and beautiful and she was like a warm blanket you drape over yourself on cold November nights. She was easily loved, and he would have loved her, had she not been who she was — no, that wasn't quite right. Maybe he loved her, and that's why he hated her so much; she made him want to reject all the rest of himself and just leave the littlest amount of beauty that remains. She made him want to be like her, somebody cool and attractive, somebody like the person who sat alone in a dull coffee shop.

Or maybe he didn't love her, as much as he didn't love himself, and she terribly reminded him of the reason he couldn't stand living in his skin; because he wasn't gentle and beautiful and he didn't remind himself of a warm blanket you drape over yourself on cold November nights.

He's written about this feeling before. He's written of it enough that he knows that it was something viler, much darker, than hate. His heart hummed the notes of a violin instead of the booming of drums, and he knew it was love. Love that would come sooner or later, but that's what it would be. Love.

"How do you like it here?" Your tone was soft, mellow, like a lullaby he'd want to hear each night and in his very last dying breath. "The countryside could be very boring. We don't have much but pristine beauty."

He forgets himself and asks, "How do you know I'm not from here?"

"Who wouldn't know Renjun Huang?" You lifted your gaze from your screen, staring at him incredulously, "Is this the part where I tell you I'm a fan?"

A red coats his cheeks, and he stumbles over his words. That was when he knew he was doomed. It was warm, and it wasn't his coffee, it wasn't even the sunlight casting light and shadows on his face. It was just the breeze of the flutter of the wings of the butterflies in his stomach and your cool, cool gaze over the steam of your bitter drink.

He realizes then that he knows you from somewhere.

"What's your name?"

You tugged down your mask, hooking it under your chin and revealing the subtle curl on your glossed lips. "Y/N. I worked with a friend of yours quite a while back," you nod. "I think we met when they filmed the movie for my book—wait, why are you glaring?"

Renjun squints, "You killed my favorite character!"

The world stills for a moment, and all he could see in your gaze was the way they widened a bit before you laughed at the offended look, and for once he doesn't mind being laughed at. People are starting to stare at the both of you but they shrug it off, and you continue to make his heart want to burst. Renjun makes an even more offended look, asking 'What's so funny?' as if you're both kids on a playground and you just hit him by throwing a ball on his face.

That was the first time the both of you were kindly kicked out of a coffee shop (politely after being asked for photos and autographs by two of the staff) because they were already closing, but it certainly wasn't the last.

…thos3 you killed because you always thought you knew you could never be loved.|

♡ ♡ ♡

The next time you met was two months after him stupidly not asking you your number, and forgetting that you knew Jaemin from back when he was cast as the lead from one of your novels, and not asking him either. After all, by the time he realized the second thing, it was already past a month and it'd be too weird. Then he saw you again —

"I've heard from someone, you killed more than half of your characters this time."

You laugh lightly, "Just heard?

"Listen, I can't read it now that I heard that. I'll get attach to your characters and then they'll die on me — too many of them will die on me."

—and again —

"I find your endings unrealistic. I didn't expect them to end up together still after what he did."

"Did you think they'll admit to being soulmates and then leave each other to live as incomplete halves for the rest of their lives like you would've ended it?"

A pretty frown was on your lips, "They broke each other's trust, of course, they'd hate each other even though they're in love still. It would be the most realistic."

"Maybe, but realism, sometimes, can be a collar you put on a man. You breathe every day, don't you get fed up with reality?" He flashes a smile, "Do we not read to escape reality, for a bit?"

Somewhere, the sun sets. Inside this coffee shop, time doesn't exist, and the moon rises in his eyes.

—and again —

"I literally hate you, you are the most depressing author I've known and the Deity of Depression must be proud of you," he had a pout as he closed his copy of your debut novel. "Why the hell would you kill her before she got to confess her feelings for him? They waited for that moment for ten years!"

"Okay, listen, it's relevant to the plot," you try to reason. "Plus, didn't you have your characters break up in my favorite setting?"

"Stop holding that against me! They'll get back together but you can't bring back the dead!"

"Unless you're writing a sci-fi or horror," you smile cheekily.

Renjun's eyes suddenly sparkle as his frown clears.

"Are you?"

You take a sip of your coffee, trying hard not to grimace at its strong taste. Renjun tries to look away and finds himself unable to, until you meet his gaze, a wider smile now displayed as you sweetly say:

"No."

Renjun groans in defeat.

— and again —

"Why do you always have to end your romance book with tragedy?" Renjun put his pen down, seeing the epilogue on your manuscript. The once pristine paper was filled with crossed-out confessions he makes sure you don't see.

"Why do you write your stories and end them happily?" you said with your index finger and thumb caressing your chin in thought. "You believe in happy endings and I believe there are stories that don't end with such things, no matter how much they deserve it."

"You don't feel their pain."

"Neither do you."

"But I read it!"

"And I write it," you had a distant wistfulness, "It's bitter for everyone but that's just how I like my writings."

— until you disappeared for an entire half of a year and he thought you'd be his 'the one that got away'.

He finds you again on a summer night, he was healing something that hurt — he didn't know what that hurt was but he named it after you. It started when he met you, eased when he talked to you, and it went berserk when you stopped meeting, stopped texting.

You blink up at him with an innocent stare as you bumped into each other as he was on the way to the seaside. You gave him a close-eyed smile not so long after, "Fancy meeting you here."

He humbly nodded. He knew, at that very moment, that there was always supposed to be majestic white wings blooming from your back.

"What brought you here?"

"I'm actually on the way to a convenience store.… Or were you asking why I'm in this town? I moved for a change of scenery! I live somewhere pretty close to the beach," you touch the sea glass-like charm hanging from the bracelet on your wrist.

You somehow ended up taking a stroll around, the night air chilling you both in your light clothes. The wind blowing made a few leaves fall, and he watched you almost catch it with your mouth. You cussed out the poor tree as he laughed at your misfortune. It was almost romantic.

"It's been… a long time," it was hard to breathe but it was so freeing, just talking to you openly like this, like you've known each other for eternity, as though you were soulmates. "Were you busy?"

"I wasn't. I guess I was just like that. Shit, uh — I disappear now and again. Sometimes I just don't want anybody around me," you muttered, calling yourself a 'sensitive insensitive bitch' under your breath when you thought he wouldn't hear. "You missed ranting to me, huh?" you bumped his shoulder lightly.

For the first time, he saw the tiredness in your gaze. It was always there; but under the dreaminess of all the coffee shops and his rose-tinted glasses that seemed to be given to all the fools who fall in love, he could have seen the darkness behind your shine.

Distance made whatever these feelings were called fade a bit, and you seemed much more raw under the streetlights. He wanted to say something but he didn't know what 'something' was.

"Don't worry. I'll always be here for you."

He stared at you emptily, before forcing a smile and nodding. "I know. I, to you as well."

When you told him you disappear every now and then and proceeded to tell him that you'll be by his side always in under five minutes, he knew that he let himself be more doomed than he had planned to be. He realized just that as he sat on his desk that same night, a ghostly glow veiling his face as he wrote of a lover in love with paradoxes.

In his mind, he's called you a celestial being, a starry-eyed person plenty wished to call their starry-eyed soulmate, with your constellation of words that felt like a shiver-inducing cold, as if a silent scream.

He told this to the kind old man that lived next door; he raised six kids on his own after his wife had passed, and all of them now have either their own families or careers or both, plenty of money and lacking the time to visit their father aside from a few days at most thrice a year.

"You sound in love, son," he crossed out a word from the crossword puzzle of his newspaper. "Is this perhaps the hypothetical person you hypothetically met in another city, where you hypothetically had a meeting in?"

Renjun, despite feeling mocked, laughed. "What of it, if you're hypothetically right?"

"Your love reminds me of my wife," he had a simple smile. He smiled for the sake of smiling, and it reminded it of Renjun's last expression when he brought you back home. "The sweetest girl for me, ever."

The younger male sat beside him on his porch, notebook in hand. "You sound in love."

"I always was. I just wish I could've loved her better."

This made Renjun turn to the man, who just kept looking straight ahead.

"There's just something about lonely people. Once you fall in love with them, all the affection they were denied becomes yours to hand them. My wife was a lonely soul who shouldn't be left alone," the tone of his voice was saccharine, yet unsentimental at the same time. "Even though I wasn't the right person to fall for her, I was a fool. So when I crashed for her, I dug deeper so I could fall more.

"But I could only fall. I love things but I can never love something with my entire being, while she can't not," the air was suffocating and light. "We slept in the same bed with my back turned to hers for the greater part of my years. All those years she cried thinking I didn't love her, while I died knowing that I just loved her, but didn't deserve her."

The wind blew and it was cold. He felt that the cold was a silent scream of the universe, as much as the violin strings that became of his heart were.

On his way home, he realized that artists fall in love with each other quite easily, easier than they do with most anything in life. Broken souls attract broken souls, and there was something about coffee breaths mingling and dead dreamy eyes hiding tangled minds, that make it look so beautiful when you know just how you should romanticize something. They know exactly what role to play to serve both of their two different scripts and storylines.

Both of them were artists of life. Protagonists of the world. Catalysts of their heartaches.

As Renjun let himself sink in his thoughts, he found that he wanted to cry. Cry because it was cold, cry because his heart was strumming, cry because he was in love—

Cry because he was in love.

♡ ♡ ♡

The sea was as calm as your heartbeat. Or maybe not, because waves still crashed sandcastles along the shore and your heart has long stopped racing.

There was some sort of time travel involved in recalling memories, you came to realize as you hugged your knees, a seashell at hand. You recall a smiling face; how old was he then? Twelve? Thirteen? You giggle at the smile he wore as he gave you a charm, and his messy hair. He always smelled a bit like the ocean he spent so much time swimming in, bringing you trinkets such as seashells and plenty of other pretty things.

You imagine your younger self sat where the water met the land, the waves at your feet as he ran along the shore. You were looking at a blue stone, equally as blue as the sea. It was a gift. Back then you were probably thinking of the future — in the next five years, where would you be? Am I still with you? If not, do you still think of me? You kissed that stone, and soon you kissed his cheeks. He flushed like the sky when the sun sets; when the sun kisses the sea and the sky turns pink.

"W-what was that, y-you d-dummy," his eyes widened as he touched his cheek.

"I was wondering what our places would be when we grow up." You imagined your house next to his, or across. You'd see each other through the windows and you'd giggle.

"We'll paint the living room a bright yellow and our bedroom blue… we definitely will have those pink butterfly curtains you wanted," he muttered. "Would you… like that?"

You didn't expect that from him — why would you live together? Your parents live together because they love each other and have a family, would you two have families too? — you imagined he thought the same as you, living near each other and not with each other. And that bright yellow walls and the fuchsia pink butterfly curtains would look atrocious together, but —

You were slowly nodding, "I do."

You had to feel all that love without knowing it was love, without knowing that in a year you'd be miles away from this place—

"In… that place, would you be happy?" His tone was deeper than it had been the last three months.

"Maybe." You weren't sure how much happy a person could be after what happened. "I'd be living with my grandparents, after all."

"…would you be happier there than you would be here with me?" He's lost his voice trying to convince you to stay, stay here with your mother.

"…maybe," yet there was an unnoticeable shake of your head indicating no, "But you will be."

The crashing of waves.

"You'll be happier without me than you ever will be with me. I hold no regrets in leaving."

—without knowing that three months after that, he'd be worlds apart from the one he was born in.

Those were your last words to him, but your feet dug the sand, and every time you miss him just a little too much you look at the ocean hoping it'd bring you back to this place. Now that you're here again, in the place of your childhood, you only find yourself filled with regrets.

Each day spent living is like a reminder that you love him. Each day spent loving him is a remembrance that you never got to tell him you loved him.

And its painful, truly, to have lost yourself to the one who found you. To be defined by love. To be everything that was him, in a present he was no longer part of.

Renjun watched you trace letters on the sand.

In his mind, for the rest of your life, you will always be holding a seashell as you sat by the seaside, with your back turned against the sea and your eyes trained to the nearby graveyard in view.

He thinks, if ever the time comes and he no longer feels for you like he does now, he wants to remember all the good things you happened to be in his life. The conversations your souls had, and the way his beating drum of a heart turned into the melodious violin around you, soft and elegant like your existence. You were gentle and beautiful, your presence reminding of a warm blanket you drape over yourself in hopes that it would drive the screaming cold away from his breaking heart.

You looked up at him, the shock was evident in your face, and then you smiled. Your smile was warm but not loving; at least not loving in the way he wanted it to be.

At that moment he knew you were his true love, his soulmate. You were simultaneously his greatest love and a scar he'd pick on, again and again, to make bleed, to ensure there was flesh and blood underneath. A soulmate he met in a life they weren't meant to be together in.

"Renjun," his name was music on your lips. "Hello. What brought you here?"

You stood up, dusting yourself to shake away the sand. You were bright, and you were warm — or was it the sunlight? Whatever. He likes it here, he likes you against the ocean, and he likes your smiling face. He doesn't need anything but permission to be here just a little more, to feel this warmth a little more, until the lack of a happy ending fades out from inside his mind.

He can't have you but he can't leave you. He can't forgive you but he can't forget you. Each day he will love you like a reminder that you will never love him in return.

"I realized the answer to your question. About why I write happy endings," he sat on the sand, and soon enough you followed. When you did, he began speaking again.

"All my life I was happy. I was raised a well-loved child. But… there was an unknown sadness to always being happy," he took a deep breath, "So in reality all I wanted was to be free from life and escape. Not death nor end of the world. I just want to take a path, get lost in it, and never find the way back."

Later, he knows he will cry. And nobody would be there to hold him. Still, he wants to remember you — to remember that were here beside him, once, as he dies his first death in the warmth of your untouching hands.

You and he were just like the sun and moon. In this lifetime at least, you can not touch — you can look at each other's eyes but you cannot kiss; but sometimes, sometimes…

It just takes a fateful meeting in a coffee shop with the author of a book you read for you to begin living one of the romances you only wrote before. It's also all that takes to live the very first tragic ending of your life.

"I love you, you know?"

"I know," it was a trembling answer. You were crying and yet this was the first happy ending of your life. "I'm sorry."

You felt like you wanted to say something. That something felt like something along the lines reading 'I have almost loved you and that was one of the most beautiful things to ever happen to me'. You looked like you wanted to be happy but felt like you didn't deserve it.

A tear falls from his face. "I know."

Being together with you in this life was like looking at a paper now and again, hoping for there to be verses you weren't strong enough to write. Except the paper was the future, and the verses was the person you weren't strong enough to love properly.

You sat there, back turned against the ocean, a few centimeters of distance between the two of you. Your hands were next to each other, near but not quite touching.

Touching and holding each other's hands was something for you both to indulge in another life. Hopefully.

In almost a year after this day, Renjun would find himself holding a book thinner than most of your works. He would sit on a bench overseeing the beach and he would think of someone who never really left his mind. Jaemin would give him this book, telling him that it was from you. He'd crack open the pages of Serendipity and before he could read anything else, a letter would fall out.

You wrote everything but poetry in neat, block letters, yet the faintest curves of cursive were hinted at the very top: Dearest Renjun.

All my life I was trying to go home. Trying to call something home so desperately that it was pathetic. There was a kind of ease I found in you and I do not wish anything to happen after saying this, but I loved you.

Telling you that loving you felt like home would be a big lie. Loving you didn't feel like home. Not at all. Loving you was being tipsy in another town, walking to the train station to reach home, and sitting on one of the benches because the next train is still thirty minutes away.

Loving you was seeing you on the other side of the train tracks, it's locking eyes once, it's staring at each other wordlessly and thinking 'where have I seen you first and when will I see you again?' without speaking a word nor telling names or making sure we'll even cross paths. The snow falls. The last train has departed and we're still standing wordlessly. It felt like an eternity of being speechless with our hearts pounding its way out of our ribs like caged birds seeking freedom. We've never felt like that before.

Loving you did not feel like home — you aren't my home, no, you are another person's home, your heart is a room patiently waiting to be lived in by the right person. So I stay outside at your doorstep, I live across — I'm another person's home, my heart a room patiently waiting to be lived in by the right person if that person still exists.

Loving you did not feel like home because you're not my home, but you didn't need to be. It felt like being on the way home and standing on each side of the train tracks and choosing not to go home if it meant sharing something more temporary if a little longer — it's choosing to be outside with you over going home, again and again, no matter how cold December gets.

Loving you was the most honest thing I almost did. I almost let you love me and it was the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me.

There was no true ending to your letter. There was just that sentence, and the last period — no greeting nor farewell, not even a signature. He appreciated that. He didn't know if he could take another goodbye from you.

He'd crack open the pages of Serendipity without much thought, and he will be greeted with a dedication reading 'To the boy I met in a coffee shop'. Under it, printed in the font of your handwriting, as though it was a letter: 'I loved you, and after everything, thank you for loving me.'

And, the very first page of your book would be a sketch of a busy coffee shop, and two people sat on a table in the corner where the sea was most beautiful. The drawing in the middle had an erased effect, and there it read —

'My mother told me, "Darling, you are a graveyard of all the hearts that loved you… those you killed because you always thought you knew you could never be loved."

And I smiled at her, "I believe there are stories that don't end with happiness, no matter how much they deserve it."

Chapter 1.

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o b e d i e n c e

— huang renjun x fem!reader

— 0.5k words

— smut

warnings: sub!renjun, overstimulation, choking, unprotected sex, creampie

request: since i cant stop thinking about it, can i request a sub!rj, i just think he'd look so pretty underneath 👀

“please.” honestly, renjun wasn’t sure what he was pleading for — you to stop or to keep going even after cumming two times tonight. either or, you continued to roll your hips on top of him as he sat against the bed headboard. rolling your eyes as the tip of his dick brushed your beloved spot inside. “y/n...”

“come on jun,” you caressed his tear-stained right cheek and licked a fresh drop off of his opposite cheek. “one more, i need more.” renjun couldn’t believe you wanted more when you were already filled with his semen from his previous orgasms. but whatever you want, he will give.

renjun knew he could cum once more (possibly more) with how your pussy clenching tightly around him, your hands moving up and down his torso and chest, your nails scratching deeply into his skin, and hearing your pretty moans was enough to come undone. mindlessly, he nodded while biting his fingers to try to hold back his embarrassingly loud moans — failing to do so.

you leaned forward, both your overly-sensitive and hard nipples brushed against each other as you began to bounce on his cock making renjun’s head spin. “hmm my baby is so good for me.” you moaned into his ear, feeling your climax nearing making you drop your hips harder.

renjun looking like he’s in a different void with his pretty eyes rolled back and cheeks tinted pink replies, “for you, yes— fuck, i’m so close.” his voice was broken and hoarse, making you clench around him.

you growled and pushed yourself up on his chest, bringing a hand around his neck and squeezing it. renjun’s eyes widen and his moans grew louder and more prevalent. a mantra of curse words escaped him, squeezing his eyes shut while occasionally rutting up into you to catch his orgasm. “so fucking good, junnie.”

renjun came undone at the nickname and your grip around his neck tightened once you felt his cum shoot deep inside of you. more cum filled your messy pussy and it felt so damn good. you continued to bounce vigorously, renjun cries and continuous jolts despite cumming for the third time. the view of your needy boy beneath you led to you release a loud cry of his name and tighten around him, cumming the second his shaky fingers met your clit and rubbing it deliciously for you.

you both stilled, catching your breaths. you lifted up causing his cock to slide out of you, semi-hard. you clicked your tongue at his neediness. renjun’s eyes were set between you eyes, admiring the way his cum dripped out of your pussy and slid down your thighs then on his. so messy. he loved it. you removed yourself off of him and laid on your back, legs spread.

“come clean me up, pretty.” renjun’s eyes widened at your words.

stammering, “i... i”

“come on, don’t i deserve one more after making you feel so good?”

your and renjun’s semen oozing out of you, and seeing you clench around nothing, pushing some more out of you making it seem like there was an endless amount of it, was very much convincing to renjun.

moaning, renjun began crawling toward you, settling his head between your legs.

anything for you.

[saturnseobie]

“You’re a Bad Idea (I Like Bad Ideas) || Huang Renjun

Genre: Fluff, boyfriend au, bad boy au, established relationship

Pairing: badboy!renjun x fem reader

Warning/s: Bit of making out, but not to the point it’s suggestive, riding a motorbike without a helmet (rj only) 

Word Count: 0.8k

Synopsis: You were never one for rule breaking. That was until you met Huang Renjun. Which explains why you are currently sneaking out your bedroom window to your leather jacket clad boyfriend to let him take you wherever his heart desires...which just might be your lips.

A/N: This is a fic for my dear @radiorenjun​ ! I hope this is to your standard, angie!! 

Taglist: @radiorenjun​ @lebrookestore​

“I hope you understand that I will be very much dead if my parents catch us.” You whisper-yelled to the man waiting for you at the bottom of your back garden, watching you trying your best to sneak out, well, sneakily. You were afraid of waking your parents, who would definitely be deeply unimpressed by your late night escapades, especially if they found out who you were escapading off with.

“They’ll only find out if you make a scene, so don’t make too much noise and we won’t be caught.” The male responded, a teasing tone lightly tainting his words. The male in question, was your boyfriend, Huang Renjun, one who was well known throughout the youth of the community as many things. A rebel, a troublemaker, a heartbreaker, a player, but most of all, he was known for falling for the booksmart girl, the girl who would volunteer at the nursing home every weekend and an absolute joy to others around her. That girl fit your description. As you couldn imagine, your parents were not pleased when they found out about Renjun and forbade you from seeing outside of school hours. However, Renjun was quite convincing when it came to asking you to meet him outside your bedroom window after your parents fell asleep.

Your feet hit the soft grass of your garden, looking around to make sure no one had seen or heard you before moving towards Renjun, your msile growing with every step you took. His smile grew as well, giving you a hug, his leather jacket cold from the wind that tickled your cheeks. 

“Hello, darling.I’m sorry to pull you out of your bed on such a cold night, but I want to take you somewhere.” His voice was sweet, yet his sentence structure was vague, leaving not a key nor a clue to an idea of where this somewhere might be. You looked up at his mischievous smile, his eyes full of love and adventure. 

“Then, by all means, lead the way.”

The wind kissed your skin as you zipped down the empty highway, helmet secured firmly on your head and your arms tightly wrapped around Renjun’s middle. The Harley-Davidson’s engine hummed rhythmatically, setting the atmosphere as you rested your head against his leather clad back. You watched with awe at how his hair danced with the very same wind that made your cheeks go numb. No matter how many times you had insisted he wear the helmet, he always refused and claimed that you were more important, hence you should be the one to wear it. You never really had it in you to argue back. 

“Are we almost there?” You yelled to Renjun, your words almost being blown away from how fast you were travelling. Renjun seemed to hear you and smiled.  “Almost, you just need to be patient.” He said, speeding up slightly, receiving a surprised squeal from you, rewarding in a hidden smile. You were always so jumpy. Renjun turned off the highway to an area that felt familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on how it was. Suddenly, he stopped the bike, turning the engine off, carefully slipping your arms off him like you were his personal seatbelt and flicked his leg over to get off the bike. You took off the helmet and handed it to him before following his last action. He took your hand and led you towards a short green fence that covered the perimeter of a stairwell that descended into darkness. You shifted your gaze to the sign that swung on rusty chains over the top of it.

“Why did you bring me to an old subway station?” You asked, confusion lacing your voice.

You felt like putty in his arms, you could barely keep your legs straight from how much your knees were buckling. Your lips danced softly together with his, his hands resting on your jaw, his touch as light as a feather. You were able to draw short breaths between the almost non-existent intervals between kisses, your head feeling light and hazy.

“Is this the only reason you took me here? To make out with me?” You asked with a mindless giggle, a goofy smile appearing on Renjun’s face. He breathed heavily as he tried to regain the air in his lungs, but the more he looked at you, the more short of breath he felt. He was anxious. He had been desperate to ask you something his brain kept nagging him about for almost three weeks but he could never quite find the right time to do so.

Renjun dragged his thumbs over your cheeks, feeling a twinge of heat underneath them. You were so cute. “Not entirely, princess. While I could make out with you all night, I need to ask you something.” His tone was gentle, but anyone could tell he was nervous. It was in his eyes too, the warmth inside of them swimming with worry, fear almost. 

He took your hands in his, his slim fingers encasing yours as he let out a nervous sigh.

“Will you run away with me?”

[nanasarea]

Huang Renjun as your bff

Genre: crack fluff

Pairing: Renjun x reader

Prompt: Renjun being your crackhead bestie

Word count: 865

Jaemin / Jisung / Renjun / Haechan / Chenle / Jeno

ok so my leo ass needs this chaotic aries in my life so

so you two have been online friends for a while now

it started when you saw his art blog

so you messaged him to praise his work

and he immediately was like

this is my new fave person yes compliment me bitch

and you did 

you hyped him up so much

him being cocky af abt it to the other dreamies

“I’m sorry, the best artist of this century can not do the dishes, I am royalty.” 

Jeno being mad that he has to do the dishes AGAIN

“if I ever meet y/n, I shall scold them for feeding your ego”

anyway, you two interact a lot after that

he asks about your opinion on his recent drawings

and you’re like

oMg mY MuTuAl Is So TaLeNtEd wAt

and he gets shy 

you end up talking everyday

he makes sure to reply as fast as he can 

and gets scolded by Jeno for texting you during practice

one day, you tell him you really wanna meet up irl

and he goes into panic mode

he’s not ready

he’s no where near ready

he’s getting hit by Jeno for disturbing his sleep with his panicking

“Renjun, it’s 4am and our schedule starts at 7am, go to SLEEP.”

“But, like, if we meet, what will I wea-”

*cue him being hit by Jeno’s pillow*

so the day arrives

he’s so nervous that he makes Jeno go with him

cue Jeno cursing at him 

“LET ME SLEEP FOR ONCE”

“but it’s y/n!” 

so he makes Jeno film the first time you meet

bc he thinks its gonna be cute af

which it was

“I’m wearing a yellow hoodie, wby?”

“I’m the one in the red hoodie.” 

after 3 minutes of searching, 

he runs up to you and you notice him running

so you run too

and then you hug

you may have been deprived of oxygen for a while

but it’s not like you cared

after meeting, you go to the cafe near your meeting stop

where Jeno spills the coffee tea

and Renjun is embarrassed af

“y/n wasn’t suppose to know that!” 

so you end up swapping stories w Jeno 

for blackmail material

with Renjun in the middle like

help me

anygay

you hang out a lot after that

you come to their dorms

dance practices

shows

everything

when they’re jobless not preparing for anything, 

you’re at their dorm, 

watching buzzfeed unsolved together

and drawing

sleepovers 

it’s 3am and you’re talking about aliens

and Jeno comes into the room and throws pillows at you too

“I need my 23 hour beauty sleep!” 

“Try 24.” -RJ

Jeno being ready to whoop his ass

so you start whispering 

and then you end up falling asleep mid-conversation

Jeno wakes you up way before you intended to wake up

bc he petty

and then you end up making breakfast w him

which is most likely just cereal bc you’re both tired

sometimes you’re lucky and Jaemin offers to cook

“What if you get SM to get me and you a show like buzzfeed unsolved?” “Only if I’m Ryan” “bc you’re short?”

rip y/n

headlocks you

you call him short on a daily basis

and he just headlocks you

“as if the dreamies don’t tease me enough”

geurae naegen neoppuniYAAAAA!

so much choking

you’re convinced it’s his kink

but also you have to save the other dreamies from dying

bc they do not let Renjun live

but neither do you so

getting matching Moomin sweaters

speaking of Moomin, 

you end up watching Moomin every morning when you have a sleepover

both in your pajamas

eating cereal

chillin on the couch

watching Moomin 

so wholesome

the type of friend to call u at 2am 

to tell you that the moon is a solar powered nightlight

he treats you to hot pot a lot

not bc he wants to treat you

but bc he wants hot pot

and doesn’t want to eat alone

(but he lowkey wants to treat you but don’t tell him you know that, he will deny it)

ends up teaching you chinese (if you don’t already know lmao)

you end up learning quite quickly due to him being a really good teacher

so when chenle talks shit abt someone

to Renjun

in chinese

you’re like oooo tea 

cue him introducing you to his hyungs

especially the WayV hyungs (and YangYang lol)

chaotic

that’s the only way to explain it

ok so witch renjun ahead bc @hotlinehyuck​​ made me soft for renjun being fascinated by magick and yeah

he ends up taking you to these shops

which are basically small witch shops

Witchcraft 101

he makes you a small sleep bag with lavender and selenite 

bc you mentioned you couldn’t sleep well lately

he ends up making sigils for you

and putting them everywhere for you

without you knowing 

bc he doesn’t want you knowing thinking he’s soft for you

he’s the type of friend your mom ends up liking more than you

sorry not sorry

you brought him over for dinner and now he’s invited everywhere

long story short, Renjun is your conspiracy theory, moomin drawing, chaotic best friend who loves you to death (but he’s a tsundere abt it)

If I had one wish, it would be to watch Buzzfeed Unsolved w Renjun while drawing....Renjun, pls be my best friend, I’ll buy you Moomin merch 

anygay, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you so much for reading!

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