#renmin drabbles

[djcaracalhisshiss]

renmin au drabble

wherein baby jaem went with his parents to a pizza place because he got an award from school. Jaem's parents were busy choosing what to order and jaem was too excited he kept on tugging his mum's shirt

'Can I get a cheese pizza and some milkshake please?'

'okay baby' his mum continued to give her order to the girl in the cashier

jaemin walked away from his parents and decided to look for a spare seat and while he was scanning the place his eyes caught a very cute kid sitting with his grandparents.

he slowly approached the table and immediately said hi to the boy

'my name is jaemin how about you?' he offered his hand and even showed the dino toy he was holding

the other boy hid behind his grammy

'renjun say hi to your new friend he seems nice don't be shy'

renjun was peeking and timidly looked at jaemin who was still smiling at him

'im renjun'

jaem quickly seated beside renjun and his grandparents 'let's play with my toy'

jaem's parents were puzzled as to why there was no trace of him behind them but they're not surprised that their outgoing son is already playing

'jaemin baby? come already we have our order'

jaemin's mum tried to apologize to renjun's grandparents

'it's okay your son is very cute and i'm glad he approached our grandson'

'jaem you should say bye to your friend now. we have to go already'

jaemin just pouted and bid his farewell

'bye renjun i wish we could play together again. i'll share my dino toys to you'

'okay i had fun playing with you. thank you jaemin'

renjun waved as jaemin and his parents exited the pizza place

fast forward to a teenage Jaemin on his way to his freshman orientation

he's running towards the school auditorium due to being late when he bumped into another student

'I'm so sorry'

the other student immediately said 'its okay'

jaemin wasn't able to look at the other student when he heard him saying

'are you on your way to orientation?'

'yeah i'm sorry again tho'

'it's really fine. we can go together'

the other student offered his hand and introduced himself smiling

'Im renjun btw what a nice way to meet you'

this suddenly came to my mind while i was scrolling through my fb stories let me know what are your thoughts hehe i might start posting drabbles here

[ncity-agere]

Breakfast Time! || NCT DREAM

little!Renjun x cg!Jaemin sfw age regression drabble

��� Fandom: NCT DREAM •

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“It’s time to wake up, Renjunnie! Wake up, baby…” Jaemin softly rubbed the little’s back. Sunlight flooded through the windows and Renjun’s eyes squinted and whined to try and keep the light out.

“Daddy… ‘m sleepy…” Renjun pouted, trying to tug the covers over his head. Jaemin simply tugged them back off with a gentle pull, making the baby whine even more. Jaemin chuckled and ran a hand through Renjun’s messy, dark hair.

“You gotta wake up, baby boy. Daddy made breakfast, Renjunnie. Pancakes and fruit and eggs… Go grab Bun-Bun, let’s go eat.” Jaemin reminded, Renjun’s face lighting up.

“Daddy make pancake?” Renjun giggled, eagerly crawling to the edge of his bed and grabbing his bunny plushie, Bun-Bun. His tummy growled suddenly and he blushed, looking away from Jaemin in embarrassment. “Uh ohh…”

Jaemin nodded -stifling a laugh- and reached his arms outwards. “Yep. All for you, little one. Come on…” He smiled softly as Renjun giggled and leapt into his caregiver’s arms, clinging to Jaemin’s torso and wrapping his legs around his waist. Jaemin only kissed the top of Renjun’s forehead and held him tight, walking down the hall and into the kitchen. “It’s time for breakfast, baby. Someone’s hungry!”

Renjun blushed more and hid his face in his daddy’s shoulder. “Nooo… that… is Bun-Bun’s tummy rumbles…”

Jaemin cracked a smile as he carried Renjun into the kitchen, the smell of freshly cooked waffles and cut fruit wafting through the air. “Riiiight… Bun-Bun’s tummy, huh?”

“Mhm!”

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[mochifromsaturn]

should you have any noren, nahyuck, kunten, dojae, chenji or renmin prompts you want me to write a drabble out of, feel free to drop them in my rs!

[jibbdrabbs]

✎ [3:30 PM]ˎˊ-

The rain that fell on the window was cold and soft, the sound murmuring around the cozy apartment where four boys were cuddled together on the couch, limbs a tangled mess while they watched whatever random drama the eldest had on when they got there earlier that day.

"You watch the cheesiest shit Renjun." Jaemin commented as the two main characters flirted with each other some more. The older sighed at the remark.

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for a good love story." He admitted and Haechan chuckled, rolling his eyes as he nuzzled more into Jeno's stomach. Jeno just smiled quietly as he ran his fingers through youngers hair some more.

They were happiest like this- quiet and sated by each other's soft touches and gentle teases. Jeno had always thought that he liked the storms that were brought with spring because of the soothing properties of rain, but he was beginning to believe that he liked it for a better reason than that.

─ 𝙅𝙞𝙗𝙗*:･ﾟ✧

[wokainight]

mark: hey whats up

jaemin: gas prices

mark: lol dude i meant like what are you doing?

jaemin: renjun

mark:

mark: okay im going to go now

[ptgyuki]

“And maybe that’s the way it’ll always be. Jeno would do something and Jaemin would accept him regardless of what it was. Jeno was going to be gone for a long time, he knew this because he knew it would be too risky. Jaemin would wait. Jaemin would wait a thousand eternities for Jeno to return to him. He would forgive everything Jeno did because he loved him. Lee Jeno was his weakness and he knew it to be true.”

all we lost | nomin/renmin au | ao3 link

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[fullersunnyy]

Dismantled Almosts

A/N: This drabble was inspired by my favourite slam poetry piece: ‘Almost’ by Bianca Phipps.

Addendum: //tw- mentions of death

Renjun’s favourite word is ‘eternal’. Jaemin’s least favourite word is ‘almost’. But even them, with their supposed mastery of the English language were not immune to the shortcomings of their vocabulary.

It was a sunny morning of May when they first met, along the medical ward of their local hospital. Renjun was there for his yearly general checkup while Jaemin was there to visit his father.

  “Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.” Jaemin uttered out of the blue. He thinks that the silence between him and the stranger is too agonizing. 

  Renjun let out a genuine smile and replied, “Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina, 1878.”

“Mhm. Eloquent taste. Name’s Jaemin, and you are?” Jaemin chuckled and held out his hand.

  “Renjun. My name is Renjun.”

It was the first time they exchanged words. Renjun loves poetry. Jaemin loves literature. It’s as if Bragi, the skaldic God of Poetry, sent his majestic words down the mortal realm to thread Renjun and Jaemin’s fate together.

Days and months have passed- language became their vein of communication. They decipher their own letters and syllables as if they own them, as if they created them.

Jaemin would tell Renjun his dreams with such metaphors that they both were fond of. They would read each other stories- from Shakespeare to Tolstoy to Woolf to Plath- they read it all. They wrote each other’s fears and vulnerabilities into a series of haikus. They made a whole library out of the rib cages of their hearts- formidable, daunting.

  “Why do you hate the word ‘almost’?” Renjun asked as he intertwined their hands and gave it a soft, subtle kiss.

Jaemin smiled with Renjun’s love language and gave him a quick peck on the forehead, “Because 'almost’ held failed potential. It represented our ability to be just not good enough. That we had come into the brink of something beautiful but fell short so many times. It’s terrifying, really.”

But even them, with their supposed mastery of the English language were not immune to the shortcomings of their vocabulary.

  Jaemin has a brain tumor while Renjun never said the words “I love you” that were stuck on the hem of his pride.

  Renjun went back to their local hospital for his yearly general checkup.

One year has passed. He thought.

Jaemin didn’t visit his father the day they met, instead it was the day he knew he only had five more months to live.

And he did live it fully.

With Renjun.

[dreamiesdotcom]

[8:06] "So, this is it?" Renjun's laughter fades to a smile, "Thank you for today, Y/N."

"Yes, of course. Please tell Jaemin happy birthday again, for me."

The wind blows, and the air is suddenly too hard to breathe. The passing cars seem to slow down, so does the leaves dancing to the wind. You swallow the bile in your throat, a wistful look on your face as you speak, "You two look good together. I wish you the best."

Renjun nods, and you were about to leave when he stops you from turning around by holding your wrists. It takes him the weight of the world to meet your eyes.

"I'm... I'm glad that you're back. I just. I wanted to say it before we said goodbye," he rambles, and then he sighs. "Why are we always saying goodbye?"

You shrug, and you laugh alongside him. The cars now resume their usual speed — no, faster. Time is suddenly faster, and Renjun feels it too, because his stare is identical to yours. His eyes had that yearning look, soft and painful to watch.

"I loved you," he whispers, a sad secret. "I wanted to tell you that, but you left and…"

You reach out to hold his hands, "I know," you whispered back. "I loved you, too."

Even now, you wanted to say, but you didn't.

[sleepypandarmy]

I feel like doyoung and renjun are different stages of the same pokemon

[gtec-anti]

them >> sleep

“What a good day—“Renjun jumps onto the bed and loosely flops –“No problems!”

The day went completely well, it was rare for them to shoot a music video without delays and by delays he means no weather inaccuracies, no wardrobe malfunctions, and last minute changes on the site and so on. Nothing happened like whatever was previously listed and with that being said it had been a good day if Renjun must say.

His breaths calm while slowly giving in to sleep.

“INJUNNIE!” a blasting voice came in barging the room, ruining peace.

Stunned as hell, he froze and audibly groaned “One problem”

“What? What problem? Injun tell me!” the voice continued loudly and as if it wasn’t enough; started bouncing on the bed.

“JAEMIN! YAH!”

“Yeah, what?”

“Yeah what, my ass. Be considerate, jesus can’t you see I’m trying to rest if that isn’t obvious enough? What the hell is wrong with you!?”

If Jaemin was somewhat normal, he’d be afraid right now. Terrified truly, however Jaemin and normal just doesn’t go together. While he stares down on the other, with cheeks red and puffed up, eyebrows taut. He smiles ever so fondly; you could almost say he fell in love.

“Jun, its movie night” he whispered softly as he sat next to him.

Grasping his sheets, he bundled himself up and forcefully turned around “I don’t care”

“You know you don’t mean that”

“…”

“Come on jun, Chenle’s planning on horror and I don’t think you’d appreciate that”

“And besides movie night sucks without you” Jaemin adds.

A click of the door signals Renjun that he had left and for the first time that day Renjun sighs because he too knows.

Their little group of 7 maybe a little too chaotic and is shamelessly impossible to deal with sometimes but he’ll always choose them over anything and Renjun just hopes they know that too.

 (plot twist: they definitely know)

[kimberly1366]

With all these Area 51 memes, I’d like to think that amidst the new NCT Dream comeback, Renjun is secretly planning his Area 51 raiding scheme and trying to get the rest of the dreamies to be on board with him

[neoangelic]

[10:29pm] Na Jaemin is the lonely spirit that haunts the old pizza parlor. You showed up with your friend, Huang Renjun on one of your paranormal excapades but you never expected to actually catch anything there. Occasionally, you two visit to talk to him in hopes to relieve his spirit.

Jaemin develops a little crush. He is happy he finally has friends to talk to (that don't scream and runaway... even if Renjun did that at first.)

[weishenbwi]

NCT Dream ~soft~ 00 line Headcanons

all the affection in the world

sharing a bed because they’ve been doing it since birth

cuddling anytime anywhere

so much cuddling they fall asleep on each other

deep conversation that last into the night

not wanting to part because they love the conversation so much

knowing each other better than knowing themselves

“because i trust you”

ambiguous “i love yous”

they feel like home to each other

doesn’t want to go away during holidays because “home is where you are”

resting on shoulders with soft affections 

babying each other

lots of cheek kisses

lots of forehead kisses

missing the other even when they’re around because they’re not close enough

real trust is like second nature

affection is second nature

being lifelong best friends

[glittermork]

Modern Royalty AU pt. 1

part 2 part 3

Summary: Two’s company, three’s a crowd.

(Alternatively: norenmin spend 3.1k angsting at each other, and I suck at writing)

The issue is this: Jaemin is the fucking bodyguard.

“You know,” Mark, the crown prince Taeyong’s bodyguard says, “we’re not homophobic here, Jaemin, it’s okay to tell us anything.”

This was not how Jaemin imagined their weekly security check-in would go. He really wishes he had hit the snooze button one more time. Five extra minutes might’ve helped him get out of this situation, perhaps.

“Oh my god,” he responds, because he thought everyone in the entire palace already fucking knew he was gay. Maybe he’s doing a better job at keep both of his crushes a secret than he’d thought.

“I’m serious, Jaemin,” Mark continues, seemingly oblivious to Jaemin’s internal panic. He’s pretty unobservant for a personal bodyguard, but then again—it’s not like Taeyong needs much guarding. “We don’t discriminate here!”

“That’s lovely, Mark,” he says, because what the fuck are you supposed to do in this situation? Maybe he should’ve just called in sick today and spent the next sixteen hours in his bed staring at the Moomin plushie he’d impulse-bought last week and chickened out of giving to Renjun, and beating Jeno at 8 ball pool because the prince can only use his phone under the table at meetings.

“But I thought everyone already knew I was gay?”

Mark’s eyes widen comically round, and Jaemin bites back the urge to laugh in his face. Mark is nice, if a bit clueless for someone tasked with protecting the future king, and he didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but just. . . .has he ever seen Jaemin? He’s pretty sure the photos of him and Jeno at Pride circulated around the media for about six months after the parade. He really hadn’t enjoyed the call from his mother about ‘where glitter should and should not go’. That had been a fun week of PR clean up. He’d thought Renjun was going to strangle them both.

Mark, who has his head in his hands and a blush creeping up his neck sighs, and mumbles “You’re dismissed. . . .sorry about. . . .” and Jaemin cackles all the way back to Jeno’s office.

The issue is this: Jaemin is in love with the prince. And the prince’s advisor.

He’d thought he was a gay disaster in high school. This, this is just painful.

Especially because he is sitting in the chair across from Jeno’s desk checking the security cameras on his phone with a strawberry lollipop in his mouth, stroking one of Jeno’s five million rescue kittens, when Renjun storms in. He’s probably fuming because of his weekly check-in with his father, and he usually comes straight to Jeno’s office afterward to rant to him. Jeno looks up and he just—his face visibly softens when he sees Renjun. Like, like he’s melting at the very sight of him. And suddenly Jaemin feels like he’s intruding on something private. Something soft and delicate, that runs deeper than he could ever possibly understand. And so he gets up and makes his quiet exit as Jeno places an innocent, comforting hand on Renjun’s thigh while the elder makes himself comfortable sitting on top of Jeno’s desk.

He wants that. He wants to make Jeno smile, and look up from his paperwork with his dorky glasses sliding down his nose. He wants to comfort Renjun when his father is being an ass, place a soothing hand on his neck and pull Renjun into his lap—it’s. . . .it’s not something Jaemin can ever have. He’s used to overcoming seemingly impossible obstacles—there’s a reason he’s the only person who’s ever graduated Academy in three years, instead of four. When he wants something, he’s not afraid to work for it.

But this? They are not something Jaemin should even want, let alone have.

He’s just the bodyguard. It’s not his place.

“You doing alright there, buddy?” Jaemin’s pity party is interrupted by none other than Yuta, the co-director of foreign affairs, carrying what looks like fifty-thousand coronation invitations, a box of frosted animal crackers, and the ugliest cat Jaemin has ever seen in his life, perched on one shoulder.

He’s about to make a snarky and slightly-hurt remark about not being the one who looks like he’s about to drop ten pounds worth of royal stationary paper, but he refrains because he’s pretty sure he’s still crying. Also there is cat in his pocket and his entire life is falling apart, so no, he’s not doing alright.

He needs a nap. And a drink.

“No,” he says finally, and a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding is released. He sags even further onto the wall, and watches in confusion as Yuta bends down as carefully as he can, and puts down the looming tower of responsibilities on the floor next to him.

“Okay then,” Yuta says, giving Jaemin a rather soft, toned-down version of his usual blinding grin. Jaemin decides he likes it infinitely better, no matter what the gossip columns say about how breathtaking Yuta’s media-smile is. “Come with me.” And with that, Jaemin is whisked away to a place he’d thought he’d never see again: Taeyong’s wing of the palace.

The issue is this: Jaemin likes his job.

And he’s not willing to lose it. He’s not willing to lose Jeno (and Renjun, because clearly, falling in love with one unobtainable person wasn’t enough, no, Jaemin had to go and fall for two). He’s not willing to give up lively banter with Renjun in the back of bulletproof limos, on either side of Jeno with one of each of the prince’s hands entwined with theirs, trying to calm him down before an event. He’s not willing to give up midnight-kitchen raids with Jeno, sliding down the marble-tiled hallways of the palace in fuzzy-sock clad feet, collapsing breathlessly on top of each other when they scramble to turn around when Johnny, the East Wing night-watch catches them. He’s not willing to give up the tired, grateful smiles Renjun sends his way every time he passes by the advisor’s office on a late-work night with a cup of tea and kitten, chatting quietly with the redhead to keep him awake through his work.

He can’t let them go. He doesn’t know how to.

“That’s a nice story,” Taeyong says finally, when Jaemin has gone through an entire box of tissues and probably ruined a seven thousand dollar suit, soaked with his tears.

“But what are you going to do about it?”

The issue is this: Renjun is the fucking advisor.

He loves his job. And he loves the prince. and Deep, deep down, if he stopped lying to himself, he’d probably realize that he loves the prince’s bodyguard, too.

But this, this is just ridiculous.

He doesn’t know what he did wrong in his past life, to deserve this, to deserve Jeno and Jaemin, to deserve the prince and his bodyguard sitting on the floor of his office, completely surrounded by cats. There’s a really pretty gray one that’s been trying to climb up his desk for the last ten minutes, and his tea has gone cold.

And he’d like nothing more than for the two stupid, oblivious, gorgeous boys to come over here and give him a hug. Jeno gives the best hugs. He’s never hugged Jaemin before, but the youngest is so much taller and broader than Renjun and he could just feel how warm and encompassing it would be to have those long, capable arms wrapped around him.

Not that he’s thought about it before. . . .so maybe, Renjun does have small problem.

“If it helps,” Donghyuck, the head chef’s apprentice says, putting the finishing touches on some hor d'oeuvre-concoction he’s testing out on Renjun, “I think you’re still doing better in the love department than the rest of us,” he says, pushing the plate towards Renjun.

Renjun gratefully takes a bite, and then moans, taking another. “Aren’t you dating Mark and Yukhei? This could use just a little more herb oil.”

Donghyuck blushes, and squeezes a small drop of oil on Renjun’s outstretched cracker. “Sort of? I guess? We’ve each been taking turns planning a date once a week and we’ve all changed our schedules so we have the same day off but. . .” He trails off, fiddling nervously with the mangled corpse of a purple carrot he’d carved up as a garnish.

“What’s wrong?” Renjun asks, shoving the rest of the appetizer into his mouth.

“Why are they even with me?” Donghyuck groans, planting his forehead on the pristine kitchen counter, and kicking sadly at his stool. “They’re both so much more attractive and higher-up than me and—for fucks sake they should just date each other and stop stringing me along! I’m sad and ugly! I should know better!”

Renjun stares thoughtfully at Donghyuck’s outburst, and sighs. “Do you feel better now?”

“A little.”

“Are you going to talk to your boyfriends about this? They deserve to know how you feel too, Hyuck, you know that’s the only way these things can work.”

Donghyuck finally picks his head off the table, and Renjun doesn’t like the looks of the smirk the younger is shooting his way.

“Deal. But only if you confess to Jeno too.”

“Hyuck—you know it’s not the same.”

“Why not? You guys have been best friends since the dawn of time, I’m sure Jeno would never let anything, not even a crush change that. And besides, you don’t know how he feels, how do you know he doesn’t like you back?”

Renjun stares wordlessly at Donghyuck’s outstretched hand, and makes a decision.

The issue is this: Renjun loves Jaemin too.

It had taken time—months, even, for him to warm up to the bodyguard. But it was all downhill from there. One minute he was resenting the hell out of the shiny new recruit who always had a biting remark ready, who could keep up with Renjun when no one else could, who could protect Jeno in ways Renjun would never be able to, and the next he found himself staring at Jaemin just as much as he stared at Jeno, found himself daydreaming about how it would feel to hold hands with a boy in each hand, had found himself blushing when Jaemin would place a hand on his lower back to escort him out of cars and limos, the exact same way he’d been doing for months prior.

He wants them both. And that’s not something that could ever happen. Simply put: the chances of Jeno loving him back are minuscule. The chances of Jaemin loving him back are dismal. The chances of the three of them working out together are nonexistent. The chances of him getting through this without getting his heartbroken are zero.

But he must admit, he’s held this away from Jeno for far too long. A lifetime’s worth of feelings are a lot to atone for. He’d rather tell him now than have it get out in the future when it could do even more damage.

He’s going to come clean. Fuck. Maybe. (Do normal people feel like they’re marching to their death when they confess?)

“You look fine, Injunnie,” Chenle’s voice crackles over FaceTime.

Renjun stares down at he outfit he’s wearing, and sighs. There’s nothing particularly wrong with it—you can never really go wrong with designer jeans and a soft, cashmere sweater, and Jeno always kind of goes blushy when Renjun abandons his usual suits for casual clothes, but still. It feels like something’s missing.

And then he sees it: in the corner of his peripheral vision, the simple, tasteful cuff Jaemin had bashfully gifted him for his birthday (accompanied with a litany of apologies for not being rich, that Renjun had shushed with a peck on the cheek that had left both of them blushing for several minutes afterward) tucked neatly into the pretty case that Jaemin had picked out himself. The bracelet was engraved with Renjun’s initials and the Chinese characters for his name on the inside, and clasped by a delicate chain. Renjun loved it and wore it hidden under his suit everyday.

As soon as the bracelet is clasped comfortably on his wrist, he lets out a breath.

“So I’m really doing this, huh?” He addresses Chenle, who had gone silent over the phone, and runs a shaky hand through his immaculately styled hair.

The younger looks up from his tablet and rolls his eyes playfully. “You’ll be fine,” he says grinning encouragingly at Renjun. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

So he’s really doing this, huh?

Renjun takes a deep breath, and tries not to look at the bracelet wrapped around his wrist, as he knocks on Jeno’s door.

The issue is this: Jeno is the fucking prince.

Honestly, it was bad enough that he’d fallen in love with Renjun when they were twelve, and now he’s gone and added stupid, lovable, probably-could-kill-him-in-his-sleep, secretly soft, sarcastic, wonderful Jaemin, into the mix. His bodyguard.

His fucking. Bodyguard. And Renjun. his childhood friend, his most trusted advisor, the boy who threw him a prom for just the two of them when he was seventeen and emo about never getting the full ‘high school experience’.

He’d thought that he could live out the rest of his life and watch Renjun meet another noble, or maybe even someone normal, and fall in love and he’d be the best man at their wedding and it would be fine. But now he has to bear witness to Jaemin winking at Renjun every morning when he walks into breakfast, has to watch Renjun blush and roll his eyes at Jaemin, running a hand through the younger’s hair when he passes to take his seat. He has to sit and observe as Jaemin wordlessly puts his bacon on Renjun’s plate, and Renjun casually sips Jaemin’s glass of orange juice, and Jeno glares down at his own carton of banana milk that had made him smile when he sat down that morning, but now feels stupid and childish, and why does he have to love the both? At least they’re happy. . . .together? He’s not really sure, but there’s something there, anyone can see that.

Jeno is only human, even if he is a prince, and there’s only so much heartbreak he can take before he crumbles. He’s perfectly aware that as a fucking prince, he hasn’t exactly lived a lacking life. He’s gotten everything he’s ever wanted and more. But if he were to allow himself one small inch more of selfishness, he wants them both.

And then there is a knock on his door.

Jeno has loved Huang Renjun since he was six years old. He’s loved him since they were ten and escaping their shared nanny to wreak havoc at the annual palace Christmas Ball. He’s loved him since they were twelve and Renjun told Jeno about his first kiss as they laid in the gardens under the stars. He’s loved him since they were fifteen and got drunk together for the first time, with soju stolen from the kitchens and a box of chocolate croissants. He’s loved him since they were seventeen and waltzing alone in the palace’s largest ballroom, half-decorated with rainbow fairy lights and neon duct tape.

Jeno has loved Renjun for as long as he can remember, with as much of his heart as he thought possible. And then he met Jaemin.

He doesn’t know when he fell in love with Jaemin. He doesn’t think it matters.

What matters is the fond smile Jaemin looks at Renjun with, when he thinks no one is watching. What matters is Jaemin’s palm in Jeno’s sweaty hand, soothing him before press-events that Jeno should be used to by now. What matters look of total and utter awe, the first time Jeno’s oldest, most treasured pet cat crawled into his lap to take a nap. What matters is Jaemin’s dedication, his selflessness, his ability to turn Jeno into a pile of mush with just one wink.

What matters is that Jeno has gone and fallen for two men that will never love him back. And it’s starting to show.

The issue is this: Jeno opens at the second knock on his door.

Huang Renjun is more than Jeno has ever believed he could have. And he’s standing nervously at Jeno’s door with a bouquet of flowers and a kitten trying desperately to claw it’s way up Renjun’s perfectly-fitted designer jeans.

He looks beautiful. He looks radiant. He looks slightly sad, and Jeno can’t pinpoint why.

“Hey,” Renjun smiles, and Jeno thinks he might have a heart attack then and there. “I brought these for you.”

“Tulips,” Jeno grins back widely, “my favorite! But. . .why?”

“I think it’s time,” Renjun replies, and his voice makes shivers crawl up Jeno’s spine. Why is he so nervous? He’s been waiting for this moment since he was six years old. “—that we stop lying to ourselves.”

Oh, Jeno thinks, you have no fucking idea.

“I suppose,” Jeno replies, and his eyesmile makes Renjun’s heart crumple like it’s made of origami paper. “You’re right.”

Oh, Renjun thinks, I’m still as hopelessly in love as I’ll ever be.

Jeno leads Renjun inside to put the flowers in a vase, and Renjun marvels at the room, familiar with a lifetime’s worth of memories, but somehow foreign. Like he’s seeing it in a new light.

“Well?” Jeno looks at him challengingly as the prince dries his fingers on a several-thousand dollar pair of jeans. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

“Lee Jeno!” Renjun exclaims, pretending to be offended. “At least take me to dinner first!”

“Hmm. I was under the impression that you were gonna ask me?”

“LEE JENO!” Renjun shrieks pompously, climbing up Jeno’s bed and hanging on the posts like they did as children, and Jeno can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of his chest. He hasn’t seen Renjun look this carefree since they were teenagers.

“WILL YOU!”

“Yes!”

“DO ME,”

“Yes!” Jeno exclaims, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Renjun, who sticks out his tongue.

“Shh, let me finish!”

“Go for it.”

“DO ME, HUANG RENJUN!”

“Yes!”

“THE HONOR!”

“Yes!”

“OF GOING ON A DATE WITH ME!”

“Get down from there, you idiot,” Jeno laughs, tugging on the sides of Renjun’s sweater as the shorter boy sits down.

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you,” he blushes, and Renjun can feel his whole body heating up, flushed with exhilaration.

Renjun looks breathlessly into Jeno’s eyes, and leans in.

The issue is this: Jaemin walks in to Jeno’s room to find the prince and his advisor lost in their very first kiss, and lets the door slam shut behind him.

[3lubabies]

♡ giggly excited nana ♡

he’s so beautiful and mesmerizing

he’s my favorite person in the world

>* ))))><

[renjunsgaybff]

Starry Night ✨🌌

Just a small drabble seeing into the mind of Jaemin and his favorite moment in time with his love

Ship: Renjun x Jaemin

Story Genre: Literally just pure tooth rotting fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 713

Jaemin’s POV

I felt the cool air of the fall night breathe it’s icy winds along the earth, a small shiver running up my spine despite wearing a thick long sleeve and a huge warm jacket. I stuck my freezing hands into my blue jean pocket to warm them up when I caught sight of Renjun under the brightly lit sky, stars littering above us in this huge cluster that was stretched into what seemed for forever. A gentle smile rested on my lips as I stared at his beauty, thinking how lucky I was to know him. Heck, I was surprised myself when he had asked me out. It was like a dream come true, my crush, what it seemed like an eternity I had liked him, the day I was going to ask him to be mine was they same day he decided to do the same.

I chuckled, remembering the day clearly in my head.

Both of us were sitting on the roof top like we always did during lunch, and right when I had gotten the courage to say, “I like you.” He turned, grabbed my shirt collar, and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked to say the least.

I was dozing off into space when I felt a little nudge, “Hey, whatcha laughing about?” Renjun asked me. Man, I’ll never get tired of his voice, it was literally the voice of an angel despite what he thought. “Just the time when you kissed me, and asked me out,” I said, pulling my hands out of my pocket to hold his hand when a small gasp escaped without me knowing, “Renjun, you’re literal ice!” I said, quickly shrugging the coat off my shoulders and onto his, only noticing now that he just had a long sleeve on. “Babe, you need to take better care of yourself,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his smaller frame, and kissing his cold forehead. I heard him chuckle, “Sorry, I rushed out the door without even thinking.” He sheepishly laughed, burying his head into my chest. I rubbed his back up and down, “What am I going to do with you?” I muttered into his neck, breathing in his sweet vanilla scent.

“Well, you could always kiss and hug me...”

“Ew, who would want to do that?”

“Jaemin!”

“I’m just kidding, if I could I would give you all the hugs and kisses in the world,” I laughed lightly, kissing his temple, “You’re too adorable to resist.”

“Damn right I’m irresistible!”

Shaking my head as a playful smile rose to my face, I looked back up at the magnificent view in front of me, taking in the amazing sight when I looked down at Renjun to see something even more breathtaking, so majestic that not even the most beautiful thing in the world could compete cause that’s what he is, standing right here in my arms. The way his delicate fingers play with my hair, to where his hips could sway like none other, to his neck that I could nuzzle in, to his soft hair that I could brush my hand through all day. The way his eyes sparkle brighter than any light when he sees something he loves, to the way his lips fit perfectly onto mine like a puzzle piece. He was all around perfect, cause let’s not even start on his heart and personality. He had the fierceness of a lion, yet the beauty and gentleness of a butterfly. He was kind to all, and loyal to his friends and loved ones. He completed me.

Renjun must have felt my eyes on him as he turned his head to face me, a soft smile gracing his already beautiful features only making him more radiant than he was if that was even possible. I traced a finger down his jaw, my eyes flickering down to his luscious pink lips to his dark chocolate brown eyes that drew me in the first time I looked. Soon enough we drew closer and closer till I felt his soft lips on mine, molding together in a light feathery kiss. It was the perfect kiss, just us, only love in the air, and under those twinkling stars that shine just like my beloved.

A/N: Okaksjoqiskqs lMAO so I actually wrote those like 6 months back at 3am because I was feeling real softᵀᴹ and just decided to post this. I hope y’all enjoyed this drabble because these boys just have this affect on me, idk how but whenever I see or read about them I literally just melt into a soft uwu puddle as they put me in my feels (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ JEJDJEJDJSJ omg also this actually isn’t the Renmin fic I was talking about that would be a complete disaster that’s coming up soon I hope :)