Almost Private, Almost (Ren F4: Thailand)
Warning: accidental public kissing, getting caught by friends, embarrassment, teasing from the group, mild possessiveness, fluff, established relationship, use of Y/N.
🎪✨Ringmaster’s Confession✨🎪
So listen, my lovely audience despite wandering the tag like a lost clown, I have yet to see many F4 Thailand fics that aren’t F4 x male reader. Which is perfectly fine! But your Ringmaster, I too, would like a little feast of female or gender-neutral content… so I marched into the ring and decided to write one myself. It’s more of a blurb than a full performance, and I’m not entirely sure I captured everyone’s reactions correctly…but I think I did. Or the circus spirit did. Either way, we’re rolling with it. 🎭 This idea has been sitting in my notes for an embarrassing amount of time… a whole month, gathering dust and glitter. My apologies for the delay life be circus, but I finally cracked the whip. I hope you enjoy this tiny chaotic offering. Signed with scattered notes and stubborn determination, your Ringmaster 🎪🖤
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Ren had her pinned with that quiet kind of hunger he never admitted he had, the two of them tucked behind one of those ridiculous marble columns in the Eitoku garden. YN’s back brushed cool stone, his hand warm on their waist, and his mouth… far too devoted for someone who claimed he wasn’t the jealous type.
It started innocent. A whisper. A smile. A stolen kiss.
Then Ren deepened it, fingers sliding up there jaw like he was drawing a constellation there, and YN’s knees almost filed a complaint.
Then a throat was cleared. Loudly.
Twice.
Like a villain entering the stage.
“Bro… really? In broad daylight?”
Thyme’s voice, soaked in disbelief and some kind of caffeinated chaos, ricocheted off the garden tiles.
YN froze. Ren didn’t. He just sighed against their mouth like he’d been inconvenienced by the mere existence of other humans.
“Ren! We were looking everywhere for you,” Kavin drawled, hands tucked in pockets, eyes sparkling with the kind of amusement that promised teasing for the next three months.
“Guess we should’ve checked behind the columns,” MJ added. “The romantic ones always hide there.”
YN tried to slip away, but Ren’s hand anchored there with the gentlest gravity. He looked annoyingly calm. The picture of serenity. Meanwhile YN was contemplating dissolving into mist.
Thyme stepped closer, hands gesturing wildly. “I thought you two were just flirting. Not— not—” He circled his finger in the air to indicate the “public affection zone violation.” “Not that!”
Ren finally turned slightly, his cheek still close to YN’s. His voice dropped to that smooth river-tone that made their toes curl.
“You were the ones who said I should stop hesitating,” he reminded them. “I’m not hesitating anymore.”
MJ’s grin spread like spilled sunshine. “So you’re finally claiming them.”
YN covered their face. Ren gently lowered their hand like they were a delicate artifact and kept hold of their fingers, fully unbothered.
“Their mine,” he said quietly, and that set off a small emotional earthquake among the boys.
Thyme: “MY SERIOUS BEST FRIEND ERA IS CRAZY.”
Kavin: “You both look cute.”
MJ: “I saw nothing. I’m blind. But also, when’s the wedding?”
YN was silently dying inside, blooming red enough to be mistaken for a rose in the school garden.
Ren, softly to YN, as the others argued about whether they should leave or keep teasing:
“They were going to find out anyway.”
He pulled YN out from behind the column, still holding their hand as if it were a rare treasure he wasn’t planning to return, walking forward with that understated confidence of someone who absolutely planned to continue kissing them later.
The boys followed, whispering dramatically behind them like a chorus of chaotic narrators.
And Ren?
Ren just kept them close, thumb brushing their knuckles, every touch a quiet declaration.
Caught or not, he wasn’t letting go.
End…
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🎪 Ringmaster’s Warning: No Copycats in This Tent 🎪
