#☠︎︎ DAY 11 — “The Willow Tree on A Hill” — HUANG RENJUN
☾︎ GHOST AU! MENTIONS OF GHOST, MURDER ☽︎
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Renjun heaved a heavy sigh when Donghyuck was rushing to pack his bags to leave.
The mansion they are in was not so terrible… Sure, it is thousands of years old, but it didn’t remove its beauty. Although, the aura Renjun has been feeling is getting out of hand.
The male walked around Jaemin’s room. The younger was printing the pictures he took, including the pictures he took of the dead-hanged bride.
As Renjun walked around, he noticed all the antique paintings in the room. From a picture of a woman’s portrait to a picture of a… Willow Tree on a hill?
“Weird,” said Renjun. His fingers gently brushed the painting’s surface. Its brushstrokes felt by his small hands.
At that moment, Renjun was curious. He lifts the painting from the back, only to watch some kind of paper fall from behind it.
“Did you put this here?” Renjun asked, the paper visible to Jaemin who shook his head. The other continued along with the printing.
Renjun scratched his nape, anticipating what’s in the letter. A written note for someone or from someone? A map? Information about the mansion? The willow tree?
When he unfolded the paper, he could feel his heart stop. A curious storm takes over his mind. His mouth had a small gap as his gaze was stuck on the paper. It was a map.
And now, that is what he’s doing. He’s following the left notes on the map. The red ink was dull, no longer vibrant, like it was made from ages ago. However, Renjun found it lovely.
The dull red ink, the iron smell of the paper, and the cursive writings in red; it was all pleasing to his artistic eyes.
At the top of the map, there was a cross, an X mark on something. He couldn’t see, but when he made it there, Renjun was flabbergasted.
There stood the Willow Tree on the hill, right next to the mansion.
Renjun moved closer, feeling an eerie vibe from the tree. He turned to the side and saw an ax and a music box right next to each other.
He faced the willow tree and saw the countless clothes hanging from it… That’s not what the painting had pictured.
The willow tree looked well, it looked healthy and still living.
Renjun was just confused why the willow tree had clothes hanging from them. Most of the clothes had stains… brown stains and ton parts. Its stains were like the stains he saw on the ax’s handle.
Renjun flipped the map over to see a brief note on the bottom.
“Here marks the place where the man chopped his daughter’s head with an ax.”
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[9:37 pm] you have one (1) new voice message from my injun:
“hey. it’s renjun, um, in case you don’t have my number anymore. i’m calling to let you know i dropped by an hour ago, i think? i was hoping to return your things in person, but you weren’t home. um, i just got back to mine. i left the box near your door instead. everything’s there, even my favorite hoodie. maybe in case you miss me? no, i mean, in case you miss it. in case you miss the hoodie, not me. i always associated it with you whenever i had it on, anyway. it’d be nice if you keep my–your hoodie. um, sorry for rambling. this explanation was so simple in my mind, but suddenly nothing’s gone right when i started this call. what more if i saw you earlier? i could’ve hu–no, nevermind. i guess that’s all. um, i hope you’re happy.”
the waves aren’t that bad (my feelings for you are stronger)
Member: Renjun (NCT)
Word Count: 3.7k+
A/N a good old summer au for the soul also i’m fairly sure part of this ended up being like my last jun (svt) au Please don’t @ me i already know lmao -Admin Ay
Water sprayed on your face as you stood against the rails of the boardwalk. There were a group of children running back and forth behind you with half of their ice cream cones dripping all over their shirts. You liked to sneak away from your home and watch as the boats moved in and out of the harbor.
Living in a lake town was really quiet in the winter. Houses on the shore were empty, the residents floated through the streets boredly, and the occasional dedicated fisherman sat on the docks with their hook in the water. Summer, when the sun obnoxiously beat on everyone’s skin, was when the town was as busy as Times Square. Well, at least you liked to think it was. You had never been.
Very often you would be able to spot the people who were in town for a vacation. They were louder, younger, and brighter amongst the residents who grew tired of seeing the same things every day. In technicality, yes you were also a lifelong resident, but in your heart you were just like the fresh faced tourists that drifted through annually.
“Honey–”
You jolted in your spot at the sound of the voice behind you. Knowing exactly who it was, you winced as you turned around to face your mother.
“Jesus kid, how many times do I have to tell you about being so close to the lake? It isn’t safe!”
Your groaned as your mother yanked you away, her grip paralleled with that of a bear’s. Part of you wanted to whine about how overbearing you mom was being, but you also understood it.
Your dad had died in the water. His boat too small and too far from the shore on such a stormy night. So rather than complaining whenever you were denied permission to go play in the deep water with friends, you would listen and find something to do by yourself.
“Hey, Mom? Could you at least let me go?”
Steps faltering, she did as requested and rubbed her hands on her pants. Your mother cleared her throat before speaking again.
“Go stop by the corner store before coming home, alright? We need more juice and and eggs.”
You sighed and nodded, splitting from your mother. You decided to go ahead and run the errand as you had nothing else to do. A loose rock on the ground kept you entertained throughout your journey as you kicked it, not having to pay much attention to your direction. You knew the town like the back of your hand.
Getting to the shop did not take long, with it being located two blocks away from the boardwalk, just on the edge of the gated residents. It’s where all the rich people lived, or stayed rather, in their large lake houses during vacation. The area was beautiful from what you could decipher whenever you got curious enough to peek through the gates.
As you walked in you saw a boy looking quite exasperated as he dug in his pockets. The cashier, Donghyuck (you were familiar with him, he typically worked the day shift)(he might have also been in your class once? He tended to stay to himself), tapped his foot loudly against the floor.
Finally, the boy huffed and dropped his hands.
“Sorry, I’ll just take the milk then.”
You noticed the pack of gel pens that the boy also had placed on the counter. Donghyuck began to slide the pens away before you stepped in.
“How much are they?”
The boy jumped as you settled next to him. Donghyuck looked at you tiredly.
“10 bucks.”
The boy gasped, eyes wide as he looked at you.
“Oh, no, you don’t have to!”
You smiled, “Don’t worry about it. Its my good deed of the week.”
Donghyuck snorted at the conflicted look on the boy’s face.
“Just take it, man.”
You hummed as you slid a ten dollar bill from your pocket and handed it to Donghyuck.
“I’ll pay you back, I swear.” said the boy.
You rolled your eyes. Then, an idea made way into your head.
“How about you tell me your name and you can help me carry my groceries home?”
“Its Renjun,” the boy said, shy smile stuck on his face as he took his now paid for items and followed you to the produce section.
You and Renjun fell into a comfortable rhythm as you talked. It wasn’t as if you were conversing about anything profound, just small talk. Unlike most small talk, filled with forced smiles and awkward pauses, it felt like you were catching up to an old friend. You learned that Renjun was only staying the summer with his aunt (she stayed in one of the fenced off lake houses) and that he liked to draw in his free time (hence the neat gel pens he were struggling to buy). Renjun learned that you lived with your mom in a condo above a flower shop (his eyes lit up at the fact).
Time flew, and before the both of you knew it, you were standing right in front of the said flower shop. Renjun began to turn around, but you couldn’t help that you wanted to stay with him longer.
“I guess I’ll just–”
“Uhm, do you want to come inside?”
Even to your own ears you sounded terribly desperate. Despite that, Renjun grinned.
“Sure, I mean,” he frowned, “is that okay? With your mom?”
You nodded, “Don’t worry about it.”
Your mother being fine with Renjun would be an understatement. She was quite charmed with how polite he was. She even had the gall to wink at you (very conspicuously, may you add) when you recounted the events that led to you becoming friends.
Your mother giggled at one of Renjun’s stories about his friends back at his home town. Then, she shot up at the sound of her phone alarm dinging.
“Ah, I have to pull my lasagna out the oven.” she scurried into the kitchen area.
Renjun leaned towards you, making eye contact. He mouthed the words “I love your mom,” causing you to snicker. Your mother placed the lasagna on the kitchen island and started decorating the countertop with other food items.
“Hey, sweetie, ask Renjun if he wants to stay for dinner!”
You rolled your eyes, as if Renjun couldn’t hear her.
Said boy glanced out the window and gasped. The sun was starting to set on the horizon. You caught on and placed a reassuring hand on Renjun’s shoulder.
“Actually, Mom, I don’t think he can. He was probably supposed to bring his milk home a long time ago.”
Renjun gasped again, “I totally forgot about the milk.”
Your mother laughed at that.
“That’s fine! I’d love to have you over another night, though.”
You looked at Renjun hopefully, and he smiled back at you.
“Of course, thank you for having me over!”
You stood up, making your way towards the door, “I’ll walk you out.”
You watched as Renjun gathered his things and shuffled your way. Once out of the building you both could hear your mother yelling from out the window.
“Come by whenever you want, young man!”
Your mother’s enthusiasm cracked him up, and the sound made you feel giddy. When he finally calmed down, Renjun cleared his throat and started rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. You tapped your foot, trying to think of something to say.
“If you don’t have anything to do, you can come over tomorrow and hang around the shop.” You said, ending more on a question.
“Definitely.” Renjun said.
You didn’t notice the tightness in your chest until it was gone. With that, Renjun waved and finally left. He vanished around a street corner, and the remnants of his shadow followed.
The next day, you were awoken by the sound of your phone dinging. You groaned and grabbed for the device. The screen said that it was five past noon, which caused you to groan again. Getting your sleep schedule back in check will be a pain.
Still sleepy, it took you a second to find out what was the cause of the noise that woke you up. It was Renjun, causing your eyes to open a little wider. He had sent a string of nervous messages; they asked when he should come over and apologized if he had woken you up. You chuckled before a yawn overcame you. So he was an early riser? For some reason that didn’t surprise you.
Eventually, you managed to get dressed and come down stairs into the flower shop. You jump as the first thing you see is Renjun tripping through the door, your mother rearing behind him.
“Look who I found out and about!” She chirped.
You rolled your eyes, unable to help the goofy smile growing on your face. Renjun walked towards you hand held up, and you appropriately responded to the gesture by high-fiving him.
“Sorry I didn’t text back, I just woke up a few minutes ago.” You had the sense to look embarrassed
Renjun shook his head, jabbing a thumb towards your mother’s direction, “Its cool, your mom told me all about it.”
By now your mother had snuck into the store’s back room, most likely to continue putting together a few bouquet orders. The sounds of foliage could be heard and you knew that was precisely what she was doing.
You made your way behind the cashier counter, putting on a beige apron with the words “Le Jardin d’Eden” scrawled on the front in blue. Renjun was glancing around the store; he seemed especially entranced by the orchids in the far corner. You pulled a stool next to you behind the counter and patted it loud enough to get Renjun’s attention. He got the message and sat next to you.
“So, what were you up to so early in the morning?”
“I guess you consider 9am early in the morning,” Renjun chuckled, “I wasn’t doing much. Just planning a few pieces for my portfolio.”
You parroted the word “portfolio” in curiosity.
Renjun cleared his throat and looked at his hands. “Yeah, I’m trying out for an arts school.”
“That’s so cool,” you nudged Renjun, causing him to look back up to you, “You should totally show me what you have so far.”
He smiled and let out a breath, “Totally.”
Then, a customer walked into the store accompanied by the bells on the door jingling. You got up to help, and when you finished with him a new customer walked in, and another. It seemed like a busy day, which was a bummer. You wanted to spend all your attention on Renjun. Every time you glimpsed at him he was drawing a new flower in the sketchbook that he, from what you know, conjured out of nowhere. Sometimes you met eyes with him and his mouth twitched at the corners. Attempts at smiles while his mind was concentrated on his art. He looked like a painting himself, but you blushed at the thought and continued to work.
You fell against the door after turning the “open” sign to say “closed,” officially ending the working day. Your mother started sweeping the floors and Renjun disappeared into the back room a while ago to do something for her. He said he felt bad for doing nothing while you and your mother worked. You began to pick up cleaning supplies yourself until your mother waved her hand.
“Ah, no. Go accompany your friend, I got this.”
You rolled your eyes at your mother’s antics but internally thanked her as you approached Renjun in the back room. He was trying, and failing, to wrap a bow around a basket. He whispered what you could only guess to be swears under his breath as the bow turned out crooked.
“Do you want me to help?” You grinned at the way Renjun’s arms fell like weights to his sides.
Renjun let out a groan before answering in a whine, “Yes, please.”
You moved in front of the basket and untied the ribbon. Renjun leaned towards you to get a better view of your hands. You tried your best to ignore the way his breath was warm as it hit you. While walking Renjun through the steps it was hard to will the shake out of your voice, but you managed.
After what felt like forever, you finished tying the bow. Renjun’s brows furrowed, and for a second you thought you actually did worse than you thought until he spoke again.
“How did you manage to do that so easily?”
You laughed and shook your head.
“I said almost the same thing when my mom taught me. It just takes a couple of times until you get the feel for it.”
Renjun smiled, “I’m definitely gonna impress you with a cool bow next time I see you.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
There was a lull in the conversation, but neither of you minded. You looked over Renjun’s shoulder as he worked in his sketchbook. He had a page full of flowers that were on display in Jardin d’Eden. Everything looked perfect to you, but Renjun would grunt and fill in another part of a large hydrangea in the corner of the paper.
That’s how you spent the next weeks. Renjun would come to the shop and distract you while you worked. At least not deliberately. You just couldn’t help your eyes from drifting to him and whatever he did. Most times he’d be drawing, but sometimes he’d also be engaged in conversation with a customer or your mom.
Finally, Renjun took you to meet his aunt. She was just as friendly as Renjun when she spoke, but was otherwise distant as she left you and Renjun to your own devices. You both would often spend time together on the balcony of her house looking over the lake when you weren’t working.
Sometimes Renjun’s friends would video call while you were with him. They were all very friendly (and loud) and would make sure to explain inside jokes to you. Especially if they were at the cost of Renjun’s embarrassment. Often you would find yourself crouched on the floor, holding your stomach from the laughter. Jeno and Jaemin, you had noticed, were the ones most often poking fun at him.
One day, Jeno popped on screen, interrupting the deep conversation you were having with Jaemin about snacks.
“Injunnie! Have you taken (Y/N) onto the boat yet?” Jeno’s eyes blinked into the camera, them being the only part of his body you could see.
Renjun coughed, face flushing as he shook his head.
“Uh, no. Not at all. Completely forgot auntie had it, actually.”
Another of Renjun’s friends, Chenle, shoved Jeno out of the way to be seen.
“What do you mean ‘forgot’? Didn’t you help your aunt repaint it the other day?”
You caught a glimpse of Jaemin behind Chenle, smirking as if he knew something. Renjun was too busy studying the lake to see you tilt your head in question. Then you remembered your mother.
“Its cool if he didn’t,” you shrugged, “My mom probably wouldn’t have let me anyway. She has a thing against the water.”
Renjun seemed to finally snap out of whatever he was thinking, as he whipped back towards you.
“You literally live in a lake town, why would she have anything against you being in a lake?”
You sighed and looked up to the sky. Stars shone, and you remembered one of many nights where you stayed out and tried to ignore your mother’s crying.
“You know how my dad was a fisherman? He died when I was little, drowned during a storm. My mom hasn’t let me swim in the lake or get on a boat since.”
Your father’s absence wasn’t something you felt often. You could barely remember him. More than anything, your disconnect to the incident was what bothered you the most. You swallowed down the weird feeling that you got from it and looked back down to Renjun. He wasn’t saying anything, but you could tell what he was thinking from the downturn of his lip and the hurt in his eyes.
“We’re sorry.” Jeno whispered, him along with Chenle and Jaemin mirroring the same look.
You smiled, “Don’t worry about it. If I’m honest, I’ve been wanting to rebel just a little and swim in the lake or something. I can’t remember the last time I did.”
“Then why don’t I take you?” Renjun blurted, then blushed. His eyes flickered to the side towards his phone screen before he looked back at you.
He took a deep breath and started again, “Why don’t I take you on my aunt’s boat?”
Jaemin leaned into the screen and somehow managed to whisper loudly as he spoke, “Sneak out when your mom’s asleep and can’t wonder where you are.”
The rest of the boys in the call grew mischievous smiles on their faces. You gulped.
“I mean, I’ve never–”
“Of course you’ve never snuck out,” Chenle rolled his eyes and you held back the desire to frown, “There’s nothing to do there. You probably never wanted to.”
You finally did frown. You heard a smack from the phone and Chenle rocketed out of frame with a hiss.
Jeno looked at you apologetically, “Don’t take what Lele says seriously. We sneak out all the time to do stuff together, Renjun would too. You’re just a good kid.”
From there the conversation branched off. Renjun told you a story of how Jeno once actually stole candy from a baby. Everyone laughed, void for Jeno, who buried his face into Jaemin’s shoulder. Then your mother called, and it was time for you to leave.
Renjun walked you home. His hands fidgeted with the loops of his jeans the entire time. His nervous energy made you nervous. Before you knew it your home and the shop were in sight and you and Renjun hadn’t said a word to each other. That was, before Renjun cleared his throat, causing you to jump.
“You know, I wasn’t joking.”
You tilted your head, confused about what he was referring to.
“I mean, about taking you out on the boat. If–” he looked to the ground, “If you wanted.”
You tried to bite down the goofy grin you knew was trying to inch across your face. You lightly stepped on Renjun’s foot to make him look up at you.
“Honestly, I totally do.”
You didn’t realize Renjun’s hands were still moving until they stopped.
Renjun let out a breath, “Yeah?” his voice soft.
“Yeah,” you matched his softness, “I haven’t had my life-changing summer adventure yet.”
Renjun snorted as you turned to walk into the building. You’d deny the skip in your step as you made your way to your room.
“Are you sure this is fine?” You couldn’t help from wringing your hands as you followed Renjun on the small path through the trees.
Renjun chuckled before turning around to you. It was hard to ignore how the lights of the fireflies twinkled in his eyes and the moonlight rested on his skin.
“I promise its fine,” he held his hand out to you, “to make you feel better.”
You had only known this boy for a few weeks, but all rationale initially flew through the window when you decided to sneak out in the middle of the night for the first time. So, you nodded and grabbed his hand as he lead you towards the dock. It didn’t take much time before you reached it. The water was placid and the only things that seemed to disturb its surface were the water striders gliding across and the occasional fish.
There alongside the dock, a sailboat bobbed in the water.
“This is your aunt’s?” you said.
Renjun only nodded at you before looking back at the boat. You stared at it as well. It was pretty, painted in a coral color with blue cursive letters on its side. You squinted to try and read what they said. Renjun kicked at a nearby rock and tugged on his hair.
“The Moomin,” he coughed, “My aunt, uh, she had me name it when I was little.”
You couldn’t help the teasing smile on your face, “That’s precious.”
“Please shut up before I push you into this water.”
Renjun continued grumbling under his breath, and the chokes resulting from holding back your laughter almost caused you to fall in all by yourself.
Renjun climbed into the boat first. You followed, easing your way on with Renjun’s help. The boat rocked from the movement of you both sitting down. You tensed, and both your hands shot out to stabilize yourself. Renjun sat right across from you. He touched his ankle to yours, and you eased. Your mouth still twitched in displeasure, for some reason he felt too far away.
The boat eventually stopped rocking, but your stomach still felt tingly. Renjun eyed you worriedly as you tugged at your hair. You couldn’t get your eyes to stop jumping from one thing to the other.
Renjun stood slowly and moved to sit next to you. Your breath hitched as the boat rocked again.
You shot Renjun an anxious glance, “Aren’t we supposed to be on opposite sides? Isn’t it dangerous?”
Renjun smiled, and suddenly it wasn’t so hard to breath.
“Its fine,” he took your hand in his, “Are you okay?”
You sighed and squeezed Renjun’s hand. He squeezed back.
“I’m going to be. I think.”
Renjun doesn’t speak after that. You look up at the sky and see the full moon shining bright. All the noises you hear are crickets and Renjun’s breathing beside you.
The warmth from Renjun’s hand spreads up your arms. Your stomach still feels tingly, but its different, and the thought that you could stay on the boat forever crosses your mind.
“Renjun?”
“Yeah?”
The words don’t make it out of your mouth but Renjun seemed to already know what you wanted to say, his lips pressed against yours.
Your eyes were shut, but you could still see Renjun in your head. Radiant, soft, like you were kissing the moon. You dreaded the sun rising again.
[01:27am] "hey tinkerbell, don't be jealous" renjun laugh softly looking at your pout and crossed arms "you are the only one i want and i don't care about others"
so renjun is your typical high school senior, stressed out but kind of doesn't care anymore
he's stressed about college apps and graduating but he's also just here so he can finally graduate
most people would think he isn't into idols, but HE TOTALLY IS
he turns to music whenever he wants to wind down,, drowning himself with performances, fancams and variety shows
but there's one group that he's always been into,, your group
ever since those group debut teasers were released he hopped on the stan train so fast with a one way ticket
his love for your group only grew as the times passed
celebrating every milestone with the group,,, 100 days,, 1 year,,, first wins,,, award show wins :')))
renjun held you guys so close to his heart ūwū
and ,,, this is where you came in
you were his bias,, from the moment he saw you in the debut teasers you captured his heart
big ūwū
he's whipped so hard for you,, he runs those twitter pages that like 'y/npictures' that only posts about you all damn day
his phone storage cries because literally 80% of it is pictures of you (lq and hq but he believes every quality is hq bc you're hq ;)) ) and 20% memes
he evens runs another account that posts a tweet every day where it's like '538 days loving y/n' it's cute
but sadly he's never been able to go to a fansign ,, or concert ,, or even a music show performance :( he never had the money since school was robbing him
he still tried to show his support as much as he could, he voted whenever it came for the time,, he streams and he just LO VE S YOU
he's not a solo Stan so don't think that >:( renjun loves all the members but you are his precious baby bun
he spent his allowance that he saved for three months to buy your groups lightstick :'))) in hopes one day he can use it
and that day ,,, might come
your company was hosting a fansign and the people hosting it WERE HOLDING A GIVEAWAY FOR ONE TICKET :O
all he had to do was submit a video showing his love for your group
AND THATS WHAT HE DOES
aN d H E WINS
the boy is literally screaming when he sees the email from your company
hes texting jaemin and hyuck about it since they were already going :))))
they're all crying
yes yes yes
OKAY !!! so ,, the day comes
he's shaking
he hasn't even left the house yet and he's already in tears,, finally he'll be able to see his ultimate bias ūwū
jaemin comes to pick him up,, and they both walk to hyuck's house
they're all holding some cute gifts that they'll give to their bias
RENJUN ,, had a flower crown and a book that has all the messages the fans wanted to say to your group that he was able to collect with his Twitter uwu
so so so !!
the fansign begins,, renjun bought a ton of fansite merch ,, he has a bag full of it and now he's sitting in his seat which surprisingly is really close to the front :D
jaems and hyuck are a row behind him so he can still communicate but dudes junnie is nervous like he's still shaking
then it happens,, you hear screaming and then you realize that someone was popping out
IT WAS YOU,, Why were you under the table who knows
but o h k y god renjun's heart?? combusted
he was swooning
you were so ethereal ,, how could someone lso perfect be even PERFECTER IN PERSON
his cheeks were starting to hurt so bad because throughout the entire opening he was smiling like a fool
now the line was starting to move
he was almost there ,, you were the last person :[
he was still so kind and grateful to the other members !! he had gifts for all of them,, you just so happened to have the best gift duuuh
and that's when it happened,, you were next
he was watching you finish signing with the person in front of him
your eye smile making his entire heart melt
you said your thank yous then look over to him
jun is gone,, his soul deceased
"hi there! whats your name?" you ask softly
renjun's eyes widened like a deer in headlights
what,,, was his name
"r-r-ren-ju-u-n" he stutters
it earns a laugh from you
"renjun? that's a lovely name" you smile,, grabbing the album that was to your side and signing it
"who's your bias renjun?" you look up at him, making direct eye contact
RENJUN IS DEAD ,,, he was shaking so bad
he didn't know what words were anymore
"y-you."
insert you :O-ing
"REALLY OMG!!!" you were so estatic to meet someone who biased you,, "that's so cool! UWU"
"how'd she do that out loud yeah,, I've biased you since debut!"
now you're really giddy
you go to grab his hand,, and you notice it was shaking
"are you nervous?" "yes" "hey you didn't stutter that time,, maybe I should hold your hand more often"
yO U WERE SO CHEESY IT HURT HIM
he's a smiling mess
as you two were talking (still holding hands) he grabs the gifts he got you,, giving you the book and explaining it
then pulls out the flower crown,,, your eyes light up
"do you want to put it on me?"
renjun is a goner ,, actually he's been gone since he woke up that morning
you tilt your head down,, allowing him to put the crown on you,, all the fansites cameras are going off like crazy when you have the crown on
the manager was now rushing him since there are other people obviously
you say your goodbyes :[
and renjun sadly walks down those stairs,, holding his album
he doesn't open it until he's back in his seat,, that's when he's really gone
'to my jun, thank you for supporting me and biasing me. it's so nice to know a wonderful person like you supports my path! also I know about your Twitter page ;)"
• It's hard when you're a young vampire who doesn't like the taste of human blood, especially when your family is the most vicious clan in the supernatural world. •
Renjun sat at his desk in the getaway tower, this is where he always came when his family were feeding. He hated what they did, how they lured the innocent into their home, acting as though the castle was a 'tourist attraction'. He couldn't tell if that was worse than what they were doing, the fact that most of these people were foreign and are here on holiday. They're poor families back at home...
Renjun looked out the small barred window, he had tried to run away on many occasions before when it wasn't locked, his family eventually found out and starting putting bars on every window across the castle.
His clan was called bloodlust (Shì xiě in chinese), they were the most renowned clan in the vampire, and supernatural, regions. They were known for their killings in masses and how they killed for fun even when they were full, the castle was a blood shed, no vampire had ever dared to stand up to his clan. They protected themselves by showing how ruthless they were, not Renjun though, never Renjun.
Instead he sat here in his little tower, everyday, every hour, every second. Slowly he was wasting away, he could feel it, though his family never thought twice about it, never really forced him to eat. When he was younger he had to drink, but he was young and naive then, he was never allowed to watch the killings take place instead he was just given a sachet of blood and was told to drink from it. It had looked innocent, he never understood where it came from but when he turned 16 and was seen as old enough to even be a part of this act, he swore to never drink again.
So now he sits there, wasting away, he hasn't eaten for a month. His family have never checked up on him, never really realised he was gone. Until this fateful day that was.
There was hammering on his door, he always kept it locked, and shouts from outside. He didn't hear it at first, he was too dazed, but when they knocked the door down and his older brother lifted him up by the collar, he definitely heard and felt that.
"H-hi Huang." Renjun whispered daintily, trying to smile.
"Mother demands we bring you to her." He stated, refusing to look him in the eye.
Renjun faintly nodded, not having the energy to fight back or argue. When he was placed down to walk he collapsed to the floor, his legs way too weak to hold him up.
"I'm sorry b-brother." He muttered trying to pick himself up but falling back down.
"It's fine." Huang leant down to pick up Renjun. "I'll just carry you down." He said, moving towards the door.
Renjun looked up to see his sister, Sakheli, staring at him painfully. She blocked the way down the stairs so Huang gave her a gentle nudge.
"Sorry." She moved to the side. "Renjun you look terrible." She said by accident, but making it clear she meant it.
"Thanks Sakheli." He snapped, rolling his eyes. She looked as though she wanted to say something else but stopped herself, not wanting to worsen yours twos bond.
You see, Renjun and Sakheli used to be close, combined at the hip close. Even when they were younger they both hated the taste of blood, they promised eachother when renjun turns 16 they won't touch it at all. Sakheli promised, but as the time came, she refused. She told him he was being unrealistic, that he was going to get himself killed, so he did it without her.
Huang carried him into the dining room, there wasn't really any need for one, just his mother liked being at the head of the table.
"Ahh Renjun darling. Where have you been? You look so weak my sweet one." She held her hands out to give him a kiss though he pulled away. "Now don't be like that, after everything I'm about to do for you." She had an even smile on her face, her hands clasped together in front of her.
Huang placed him in a chair, before he could register anything steel clasps went around his ankles and wrists, keeping him trapped in the chair. Now Renjun was frantic.
"M-mother please no." He tried his best to be loud but he couldn't.
She placed a finger to Renjun's lips, "We are going to make you healthy again little one." She laughed then clapped, beckoning two more vampires foward, both holding a sachet of blood.
"You should thank us, we saved you some." She stroked his delicate features. "You've always been ungrateful for everything we've done for you, but I cannot have my youngest dying. If it were Huang I would have let him die." Renjun saw his brother wince in the corner. "But my little baby, of course not." She smiled, her eyes never leaving his.
"Now show me your little fangs." She cooed, taking a sachet of blood from on of the vampires. Renjun moved his head, his fangs coming out yearning for the blood, having a mind of their own. "So you do want it. I knew it!" She giggled.
"Hold his head still!" She snapped at Sakheli and Huang.
"Yes mother, right away mother." They both grabbed his head, however not watching what was about to happen.
The blood bag got closer and closer, eventually getting to his fangs.
"Push his head foward." Sakheli began to tear up and Huang forced his eyes shut.
"Y-yes mother." They both said in unison.
They pushed his head foward, his fangs burst the sealing, the taste of blood hit his tongue and tricked down his throat.
He began to cry as the blood carried on pouring down his throat, only getting faster and faster. Then he blacked out, forcing his eyes to close and his brain to not feel what is going on. What surprised him next however was the flash of light, the feeling of lightness, the taste of blood leaving his mouth completely. And this time it wasn't him doing it.
Renjun opened his eyes only to be met with an angel, he shuffled back uncertainty washing over him, yet he also felt a strong innocence radiating from the man in front of him.
"You're safe now." He said pained. "I'm Taeyong, and this is N City."
And for once in Renjun's life, he actually felt a sense of security.
"we've been writing for years. you know me better than anyone by now."
he's been your penpal for many years now. he has told you everything about him. he listens to your playlist you've given him and he re-reads your letters.
