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[haechanniez]

intense fight

[weirdkpopgirl]

I Think It's Love | Renjun Fic #1

Title: I Think It's Love

Genre: Fluff with slight angst

Warnings: subtle mentions of reader being insecure in the beginning

Word Count: 1496k

Author's Note: Uh, am I crazy for posting at such a crazy hour (it's almost 1 am a the time I'm posting this), considering the fact I have two finals literally tomorrow? Most likely yes. But that's what anxiety does to you lol. Also, I'm just a sucker for romance, and I think Renjun embodies that really well. So I hope you guys like this. Thank you for reading ^ - ^

Also, the title was somewhat inspired by Taemin's song. I also apologize if this is poorly edited.

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Every so often, Renjun’s eyes drifted to the black and white clock on the back wall of the rehearsal room. Usually, he was so focused on memorizing their choreography, especially when new moves came into play. But today, his mind kept wandering to something else. Even his members noticed the boy was more distracted than usual.

“Hyung, you’ve been checking the clock for the past half hour,” Jisung nudged the male, looking slightly concerned.

Mark was next to speak out. “Yeah, what’s up with you man?”

Renjun hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether he should answer honestly. But he was never one to beat around the bush.

“(Y/n) gets off of work soon, and I was thinking about going to see her,” He confided.

The Dreamie’s ears perked up at the mention of a girl’s name. “(Y/n)? You mean the café girl?” Chenle asked incredulously. 

Renjun felt a flush of embarrassment rise to his cheeks and the urge to hit the younger boy for talking in such a loud tone. Of course, the other boys were quick to ask more questions.

“Oh?” Haechan’s eyebrows raised at his friend. “Does our Renjun-i have a little crush?”

The young singer groaned as Jaemin and Jeno chuckled in the background. He shot them an icy glare.

“It’s not like that,” He protested half-heartedly. Of course, he was only lying for the sake of his pride.

Over the past couple of months, Renjun spent more and more time with you. When you guys first met, you had been so timid. The first few times he stopped by the café, you had been so hesitant to engage with him. You could only offer a passive greeting before asking what he’d like to order. He picked up on how your gaze remained fixated on the touchscreen cash register, almost as if you were afraid you would break if you made direct eye contact with him. 

Other customers might get annoyed with such a meek person. But Renjun was rather drawn to your reserved nature. He was so used to being around his members who were quite loud and boisterous. You, on the other hand, acted in complete contrast, exuding a mysterious aura that intrigued him.

So gradually, Renjun put in more effort to be friendly to you when he came to order his regular coffee. He started with polite questions, asking how your day was. From there, he would occasionally compliment your hairstyle or the cute sweaters you always wore.

Eventually, Renjun could feel you warming up to him. Initially, he just saw you as a younger sister he felt oddly protective of. But he began to feel different as he got to know you more. Your shared interests in food and music, as well as your life values, revealed a lot to him about who you were as a person. Renjun concluded it was the first time you opened up to him when he officially fell for you. 

He had caught you on one of your bad days and offered a listening ear. You were a bit reluctant to be vulnerable to someone, especially a guy. But Renjun’s encouragement allowed him to learn about your deep-seated insecurities. Despite how weak you felt after practically spilling your life story, all Renjun could think of was how strong you were. Later, when you admitted that you had a hard time getting close to people, Renjun felt a sense of satisfaction. He knew that he earned a special place in your life, and it only confirmed his feelings for you.

“Are you sure?” Jeno questioned, snapping the boy from his daze. Renjun let out a sigh and glanced back at the clock. He realized he had been lost in thought for longer than intended.

“Okay, maybe it’s more than just that,” He huffed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel before gathering his things. “But I really need to get going now, so don’t wait for me.” 

Renjun left the dance studio and made his way to the café he’s grown fond of. A small smile stretched on his lips when he spotted her mopping the floors through the windows.

You internally grumbled when the ringing sound from the door set off. 

“Sorry, we’re closed—” You started to say in the politest tone possible. Until you glanced up to see a boy wearing a light denim jacket over a plain white tee and dark pants. The black cap covered his currently silver hair, but you could still recognize it.

“Are you really going to turn away a customer?” He joked from the doorway.

You chuckled, “What are you doing here?”

“I actually finished up my schedule earlier today, so I thought I should walk you home,” Renjun said, trying to sound nonchalant as he scratched the back of his head. “It’s not safe to be alone at night, you know.”

Honestly, you were quite touched by his gesture. But you tried not to make it too obvious. “Thanks, Renjun. That’s so sweet of you.”

You quickly put away the mop and closed the shop so that you could walk out together. The two casually took turns listening to the other talk about their busy days of work and school. It felt refreshing, to have someone to vent to after a long day.

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked as you arrived at your apartment. It seemed rude not to offer him to come inside after he had been so kind to walk you home.

Renjun was already reading your mind when he shook his head no. That was how he found himself being led into your home, so you could make a late dinner for the both of you.

He watched in amazement as you prepared tteokbokki from scratch, carefully measuring and mixing the ingredients. He was used to making the pre-cooked one the guys would get from the store. But seeing you skillfully create this dish on your own, left him quite impressed.

You had to stifle a laugh when a low growl echoed from the boy’s stomach. Since you were close to being done, you beckoned him over to taste.

“Here, try this for me,” She instructed, raising the chopsticks to his mouth.

Renjun tried not to blush as he let you feed him. He chewed slowly, taking in the flavors from the spicy sauce and the softness of the rice cake. But he couldn’t help but think of the thoughtfulness behind your actions. Immediately sparks lit up, and his heart was pounding like a drum. 

Meanwhile, you nervously anticipated his reaction. “What do you think?”

“I think…” He began to reply, feeling jittery as his eyes locked with hers. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Then, before she could properly process what he said, Renjun leaned in to close the gap between them. Her eyes doubled in size when his soft lips came into contact with hers in a tender kiss. Just as she was about to respond, he pulled away with an almost petrified look.

“Oh my gosh, (Y/n)-ah…I’m so sorry,” He stepped back to apologize, running a hand through his hair in distress. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I should’ve asked fir—”

Afraid he’d continue his awkward rambling, you took it upon yourself to cut him off. You bravely pulled him by the collar of his jacket so your lips could meet once again. Though he was taken aback by your actions, Renjun instinctively closed his eyes and surrendered to the kiss. It felt so natural to cradle your face in his hands, while your fingers gently pressed against his back. The taste of each other’s lips and the warmth of his touch were overwhelming. Renjun couldn’t hold himself back from deepening the kiss.

Neither of you realized how much you had wanted this until it happened. Moments later, you pulled away gasping for air but with shaky smiles on your faces.

“So I take it you feel the same?” He asked, still breathing heavily.

Seeing the endearment in his eyes made you want to cry and laugh all at once. But for the sake of maintaining your sanity, you nodded shyly.

“I think I’m in love with you too, Huang Renjun.”

Those words were all he needed to hear for a wave of relief to finally wash over him. He pulled you into a tight embrace, thanking you for reciprocating his feelings. You could feel the thudding of his heart against your chest, as he held you close.

You spent the rest of the night together, eating tteokbokki and exchanging shy banter about this new step in your relationship. As the night wore on the both of them just knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful and exciting.

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[markiemelon]

short but sweet renjun blurb ^^

you and renjun have been best friends for as long as you can remember. sure, you’ve hugged him plenty of times, but you always wondered what hugging him would feel like if you ever dated. it would surely feel different…but now after a couple months of dating, you still haven’t been able to identify that feeling you were expecting to change. it worried you. you felt at fault for not feeling any different about him, everything still felt the same to you, thinking maybe you just didn’t love him in that way. but it took you long enough to realize that it’s not that you didn’t love renjun… hugging renjun didn’t feel any different because you’ve loved him all along.

[lullips]

THAT BALLET GIRL — hrj

pairings : major art college student!huang renjun x fem!reader

genre : fluff

warning : mention of car crash

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renjun kept his eyes on you. watching each and every movement of you with an adoring face, watching as your white dress flow which makes your performance more entertaining to watch. his hand keeps moving the pencil on his fingers onto the paper of his sketchbook, making a beautiful masterpiece from the scene in front of him.

you danced with your eyes closed, feeling the soft rhythm from the little radio you brought, feeling peaceful and happy. ballet has been your passion since you were four, you were such an amazing ballerina. almost always getting the gold medal, hundreds of trophies & lots of ballet certificates.

but everything has to go down just in a second. everything you built, everything you achieved in 14 years of such hard work has to get destroyed in just a mere second.

it was saturday night, you were 18 when you and your friends decided to go out together for the celebration of you winning first place in the ballet national competition. it was supposed to be an unharmful hang out, the street was empty, and it was a chilly night, the weather was absolutely perfect.

you guys were joking around, just like a usual group of friends. but when one of your friends accidentally shoved you to the street, unaware of a black car passed by, the once fun and safe night turns into a night filled with high-pitched screams when the car didn't stop in time and hits you right away.

and just like that... your dream was destroyed.

that accident caused both of your legs broken, which make you couldn't do ballet anymore. you spent a year and a half grieving and staring with jealousy every time you saw your friends doing the thing that you love the most.

that was until last year, you decided to try again. after so many months of convincing your parents that you can try again, that you're capable to do ballet again, your parents give up and let you do anything you want as long as it completely unharmful. so you did.

but you prefer to be self-taught, you know how expensive ballet classes are and you don't want your parents to pay for those classes again even though they can.

now, here you are, in the park nearby, doing your usual performance with some people constantly throwing coins for you. you're still unaware of a pair of eyes belonged to a man with his mullet brown hair. the pair of eyes that has been watching you for days, mesmerized by the way you moved so gracefully yet powerful. and he definitely did not notice the butterflies that form in his stomach every time he's watching your street performances.

the song ends and you bow with a sweet smile, applause & cheer filling the crowd immediately. renjun looked down at his drawing. it was done, and definitely beautiful.

and now that his drawing of you is done, he has the reason to talk to you. and maybe, just maybe, you would say yes to his offer to get some coffee in the cafe nearby. so he gets up, adjusting his denim jacket before clearing his throat and walking towards you who was massaging your angkles slightly.

he tapped your shoulder and you automatically turn around. when you did, renjun swears that you have become 10 thousand more ethereal. your face is glowing from the sweat and the sun hitting you, your hair was slightly messy... you look absolutely breathtaking.

he clears his throat one more time before showing his drawing of you and sticking his hand out.

"hi, i'm renjun."

[huangrenjun0323]

👐👐👐

[bayangsendu]

"It's okay if all you did today was survive and that alone deserves to be praised. We dont have to compare ourselves to others. We have our own pace. Instead, let's focus on making the most out of life."

Huang Renjun

[gogoboomboom]

I’ve said it before, and I am like 80% certain now, but SM is definitely cooking up some ot21 content (or maybe Dream127 but let me hope)... this new Renjun-Doyoung content is tingling my senses and I feel like it might be something towards the end of the year so that they can use the end of the year stages for some spectacles using the group as a whole.

I’m sure SM knows that it will bring attention and new fans so...

[zishuwu]

sleepless nights for a taste of our eternity