bully 00z who will corner you in the middle of an empty classroom before tugging your school skirt down and giving you a wedgie, completely unaware that you got wet from such until you accidentally let out a moan. and after getting over the initial shock they start to tease further, mocking you, calling you a nerd for liking panties up your ass. jeno gets a brilliant idea to whip his phone and record the moment. you protest, asking them to stop recording you in such a humiliating state, but it only fuels their fire. after all, you do enjoy this, panties dampening as they rub against your clit. the camera moves towards your face, as renjun tells you to look into it and call yourself a slut who loves being humiliated. you try to protest, telling them you’re anything but, they just laugh, yanking them up further until your back in arched. you let out a string of embarrassing whimpers before they give it one final stretch, right over your head, an atomic wedgie. jaemin uses his school tie to restrict your hands behind your back so you can’t pick it out, while haechan makes sure to keep your skirt flipped up so that your ass is on full display, giving it a few smacks before they exit the classroom, leaving you all alone, not caring who ends up seeing or how you’re getting out of this mess.
a/n: this lowk a mess but it’s 5am and i can’t get bully 00z giving me an atomic wedgie out of my head so please bask in this thought with me
The car rumbled down the street, a cold silence filled the car. You started out the passenger window while husband!Renjun looked at you from the corner of his eye.
It had been a rough afternoon for the two of you. Renjun failed to tell you about a huge gala he had for work that night even though you had already both agreed to celebrate your wedding anniversary tonight. Your anniversary celebration that had already rescheduled since Renjun would be out of town. You knew this wasn’t his fault exactly, he couldn’t control when he had to leave for work but the idea of spending your first wedding anniversary alone didn’t feel nice.
The gala though, that was his fault entirely. He swore he told you but there were no texts, emails, and nothing in the calendar you both kept up to date. Not to mention that he had told you it was black tie with only 3 hours until he had to be there.
You had wasted half an hour of that time arguing, another hour and a half getting ready and the last hour walking around department stores and boutiques looking for a dress that fit the dress code. And Renjun had been a major pain in your ass the entire time!
He would excitedly tell you found something and when you turned he would be holding a bright, gaudy dress with entirely too many ruffles. He did that countless times and each time you fell for it. You were already annoyed that he had waited until the last second, annoyed that the reservations you had planned were now useless, and annoyed that you had to spend your honorary wedding anniversary shmoozing Renjun’s coworkers.
He tried to make you laugh, tried to compliment you, talk to you like everything was ok but you wouldn’t budge! He sighed, fingers tapping at the steering wheel nervously, “you really do look beautiful. That dress fits you perfectly.”
You huffed like a grumpy child, “no, it doesn’t. It’s too long and the chest is too big.”
“Well, I can’t tell, you look gorgeous.”
“Another thing you don’t pay attention to,” you murmur under your breath.
Renjun sighs, pulling into the front of the venue and sliding out of the car to give the keys to the valet. The valet gets to your door before he can, but he can feel his nerves calm when you hook your arm through his. He tried to help you fix the skirt of your dress but you swatted his hands away.
He groaned under his breath, fine, if you wanted to be petty, he could be even more petty. He knew he messed up, but geez woman! How many time were you going to make him apologize?!
He straightened out his bow tie and entered the venue with you on his arm. He smiled at one of his bosses and walked over, “Mr. Lim! So good to see you again! I don’t know if you remember but this is my darling wife.” His hand squeezed your waist as he drawled out the word “darling.” You smiled and introduced yourself to the older man, standing by as the ever interested wife as they both made small talk.
Every introduction that followed was the same. You were Renjun’s beloved wife, his dear wife, his sweet wife, the wife he adored and with every introduction you felt the genuine disappointment from earlier melt into mild, playful annoyance.
After Renjun had had enough of introductions and led the two of you to your seats you finally took the bait. “I know what you’re doing Mr. Huang, just because you describe me with all these cute little adjectives doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.”
Renjun hides a smile from behind the rim of his glass, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh! This is my precious wife who I love with my whole heart and soul, do you remember her?” You mimic in a low growl.
Renjun laughs brightly, “I don’t sound like that! And I didn’t gush about you like that.”
“You basically did. Now everyone here knows who wears the pants in this marriage.”
Renjun grabs your hands and waits for you to look at him. When you do you find his gaze soft and apologetic, “I really am sorry. It completely slipped my mind and in the future I will absolutely stay on top of keeping you informed. Can you find it in that big, beautiful heart of yours to forgive me?”
You fiddled with the wedding band on his ring finger, “I’m more annoyed that you kept pulling hideous dresses when we didn’t have a lot of time to get here.”
“I will never, and I mean never, give you fake fashion advice again.”
“Well, I’m sorry for throwing a fit about it too. I accept your apology, my favorite husband.”
너는 나의 orbit, you're my one and only / 밤하늘을 함께 fly with you
“come on, just one kiss,” you whine as HUANG RENJUN tucks the blankets a little tighter around your body. he raises a knowing eyebrow as he looks down at you, purposefully making sure your entire body is tightly wrapped in the softest blankets in your apartment. “please?”
“you’re sick, y/n,” he chuckles. renjun slides the tissue box across the table, propping it upwards in your direction. “you’ve been coughing on me all morning. i’m not gonna let you spread your germs any farther.”
“i haven’t been coughing on you.” despite your words, your body seems to immediately betray you. your eyes flutter shut as another series of coughs racks through you. the force rattles your lungs and forces you to breathe in through short, painful gasps. your throat burns painfully as you tuck your face into the crook of your arm, falling back until your head rests against the edge of the couch once again. “just be glad i’m not throwing up on you.”
“trust me, i am.” renjun grimaces, though he doesn’t let you see. the fabric of his sweatpants rustles against your rug as he kneels down beside you. his skin feels cool against your skin as he rests his palm against your forehead. “your fever is getting worse,” he sighs. “i want you to take some more medicine after you eat.”
you groan quietly; the sound is muffled by the fabric of renjun’s stolen sweatshirt that hangs loosely off of your frame. “if you’re gonna force me to take more medicine, can i at least have a kiss?”
renjun sighs softly as he relents. he quietly chuckles, shaking his head as he leans down. your eyes flutter shut in anticipation before his lips brush against your forehead - feather-light and cool against your feverish skin. his touch is gone almost as soon as you feel it, leaving you with flushed cheeks and a rapid heartbeat. “that’s all you get until you feel better.”
“tease,” you huff.
renjun chuckles in response. he intertwines his fingers with yours before leaning down pressing a final chaste kiss against your knuckles. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll make you some congee. maybe it’ll soothe your throat.”
you smile softly, squeezing his hand in return. “thank you, jun.”
notes: gn!reader, 374 words, still testing new layouts and idk if i like this one, inspired by the fever that i had last week lmao, very late but welcome back renjun :)) i'm glad he's performing with 7dream again <33, barely proofread !! please forgive any mistakes, title from txt - dear sputnik
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PAIRING ↬ boyfriend!huang renjun x fem!reader (feat. ning yizhuo)
TAGS ↬ horror, romance, thriller, suspense, jeno is a ghost, serial killers!! and of course gay witches
WARNINGS ↬ horror, murder!!!, taxidermy (basically like convert someone into a doll), creepy dolls, ghosts, zombified people descriptions, character death !!!
SUMMARY ↬ nightmares to reality. devotion to madness. can you tell what's real and what's fake? who's the true monster in the end?
WORD COUNT ↬ 5.2k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ ummmmmmmmmmm. i can't explain this one it came to me in a car ride. drive safe y'all don't learn from me ok. title is from the cunty kang daniel song, this fic was very very music inspired, so check out all the songs listed if you'd like. pookie bae @polarisjisung beta read for me she my ride or die actually zhong chenle you're getting demoted (he was demoted ages ago)
PLAYLIST ↬ bones - taemin; paranoia - kang daniel; zombie - everglow; good girls in the dark - yena
THE COLD METAL BITES INTO YOUR SKIN,
sending a shiver up your spine as you regain consciousness. The lights flicker on and off, dimming the room. You blink, trying to make sense of your surroundings, but the room feels unfamiliar. You’ve never been here before.
Leather straps pin your wrists and ankles to the table, the edges digging into your flesh as you struggle against them. Panic surges through you as the smell of antiseptic and iron fills your nose.
“Ah, you’re awake.”
Renjun’s voice is soft, almost melodic, as he steps into view. His face is bathed in the sickly yellow light from the bulb. He looks calm, almost unreadable, but his eyes seem to gleam with something dangerous. In one hand, he holds a scalpel. In the other, he cradles a small, intricately carved porcelain doll, its lifeless glass eyes staring into yours.
“Renjun,” you gasp, your voice trembling, “what are you doing? Let me go!”
He tilts his head slightly, as though considering your words. “You don’t understand,” he murmurs, his tone almost apologetic. “You’re so close to perfection. So close to being what I always knew you could be.”
The words send a chill through you. “What are you talking about? Renjun, this isn’t you! Please, you’re scaring me!”
His lips form a sad smile, but his hands remain steady as he sets the doll down on a nearby tray. The tray rattles softly, revealing more tools—scissors, needles, thread, and vials of strange liquids.
“I know you’re scared,” he says, stepping closer. “But this is for your own good. For our good. I’m going to make sure you’re... safe. Perfect.”
You thrash against the straps, desperate to break free, but they hold firm. “Renjun, stop! Whatever you’re planning, you don’t have to do this! Please, just let me go!”
His expression darkens, and for a moment, his hand hesitates. “I wish you wouldn’t struggle,” he whispers, leaning in close. You can feel his breath against your cheek, warm and steady, a cruel contrast to your racing heart. “It’ll only hurt more if you do.”
He raises the scalpel, the blade catching the dim light. It trembles slightly in his grip as though he’s fighting some internal battle. You try to scream, but the sound only echoes.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, his voice breaking slightly. “You won’t feel a thing, I swear.”
Tears blur your vision as you see the blade descending, inching closer to your arm. Every nerve in your body screams for escape, for salvation, but the straps hold you immobile.
“Renjun, please—”
The scalpel presses against your skin, the cold, sharp edge biting lightly—
You wake with a strangled cry. Sweat clings to your skin, and the room around you is dark and silent. Your hands tremble as you clutch the sheets, trying to ground yourself, but the phantom sensation of the blade lingers, your skin prickling where it had hovered in the dream.
Fuck.
Turning your head, you reach out instinctively to the other side of the bed… but it’s empty. Renjun’s side is cold, the covers are neatly arranged.
“Renjun?” you call softly, your voice hoarse.
Silence.
You shake your head, trying to push away the lingering dread. He must have gotten up early. Maybe he’s in the kitchen or the bathroom. You force yourself to lie back down, but your heart refuses to slow. The dream continues to play at the back of your mind
Eventually you get up and head for the kitchen. You don’t see Renjun anywhere, so you assume he’s out. But it doesn’t cease your worries.
You hum softly to yourself as you pour batter into a pan, the comforting sizzle of pancakes mingling with the aroma of fresh coffee. For a moment, the night’s haunting dream feels like a distant memory.
But then, a new smell hits you—a sharp, metallic tang that cuts through the warmth of breakfast like a knife. It smells like blood almost…? You wrinkle your nose and glance toward the stove, assuming something might be burning.
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor freezes you mid-motion.
You turn slowly, spatula clutched tightly in your hand, and nearly drop it when your eyes land on the figure seated at the table.
“Yizhuo?” The name escapes your lips in a whisper, barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
She sits perfectly still, her head tilted slightly as she watches you. Her once-lively features are now sunken and pale, a sickly greenish tint spreading across her skin. Her hair hangs in limp, tangled strands around her shoulders, and her clothes are torn and stained with dark, crusted blotches.
Most unsettling are her eyes, clouded and milky, yet piercing. They lock onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.
“Good morning,” she says softly, looking at you expectantly.
You stagger back, pressing yourself against the counter. “This… This isn’t real,” you stammer. “You… You’ve been missing for weeks. You—”
“I’m dead.” Her cracked lips curve into a faint smile. “Or at least, I should be.”
The words hang heavy in the air. Your knees threaten to buckle, but you cling to the counter for support, the spatula still trembling in your grip.
“What… What’s going on? How are you here?” you demand, your voice breaking.
Yizhuo leans forward slightly, her movements slow and deliberate. “I came to warn you.”
“Warn me?” Your pulse quickens, your thoughts spinning. “Warn me about what?”
“Renjun,” she says, her tone hardening. Her eyes narrow, and for a moment, her frail demeanor is overshadowed by something fierce. “Your little boyfriend. He’s dangerous. You need to leave him before it’s too late.”
You shake your head, trying to process her words. “Renjun? No, that’s not possible. He wouldn’t—he couldn’t—”
She cuts you off with a dry laugh, “That’s what I thought too. But look at me now.” She gestures to herself, her decayed hands trembling as she does. “He took me. He experimented on me. He killed me.”
The room seems to spin as her words sink in. “No,” you whisper, more to yourself than to her. “That can’t be true. He—he loves me.”
"So much he’ll destroy you." she says, her voice filled with pity. "He’s obsessed with control, with perfection. He sees you as… as something to be fixed, something to be preserved.”
Your throat tightens. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I don’t want the same thing to happen to you,” Yizhuo replies, her expression grim. She leans in closer, her scent—a nauseating blend of rot and chemicals—assaulting your senses. “He’s planning to do the same to you. I overheard him. You need to run. Now.”
The words strike like a thunderclap, but you can’t move, can’t speak. Yizhuo’s cloudy eyes search yours, pleading.
“You don’t have much time,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Get out before it’s too late.”
Before you can respond, she rises from the chair, her movements stiff and unnatural. She glances back at you one last time, her expression a mix of sorrow and urgency. Then, without another word, she walks out of the kitchen, her footsteps silent.
You’re left standing there, the spatula still in your hand, the pancakes burning on the stove behind you.
Before you can make sense of anything, the front door clicks open again.
“Morning,” Renjun’s familiar voice calls out. The sound startles you, and you spin around, heart still racing.
He steps into the kitchen, his hair slightly tousled from the cold morning air. He looks every bit like the Renjun you know: calm, collected, and effortlessly handsome in his cozy sweater and jeans. A faint smile touches his lips as he sees you, though his brows knit together at your pale face.
“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he says lightly, stepping closer.
You swallow hard, your mind screaming at you to say something about Yizhuo, but the sight of him steadies your nerves just enough to keep the words locked up in your throat.
“I—I had a bad dream,” you finally stammer. “And you weren’t in bed. Where did you go?”
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t sleep. The air felt stuffy, so I went out for a walk to clear my head.” He gestures toward the front door. “It’s freezing out there, by the way. You’re lucky you stayed in.”
You blink at him, searching his face for any signs of deception, but he looks so... ordinary. So sincere.
“You should’ve told me,” you murmur, voice tinged with worry.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” he replies softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”
The tenderness in his gesture makes your chest ache.
“It wasn’t just the walk,” you admit, your voice shaky. “The dream I had… It was awful. You—you were doing something horrible to me. It felt so real, Renjun.”
His eyes widen slightly, then soften with concern. “Hey,” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms. His embrace is warm, firm, and familiar. “It was just a dream. Nothing more, okay? I would never hurt you.”
You hesitate, the memory of Yizhuo’s eyes and voice flashing through your mind again. But Renjun’s voice is so steady, so reassuring.
“I know,” you whisper, leaning into him. “It just felt so vivid. Like it wasn’t just a dream...”
He pulls back slightly to meet your eyes, his hands still resting on your arms. “Dreams can mess with your head,” he says gently. “Especially when you’re stressed or overtired. You’ve been working too hard lately.”
“I guess,” you mumble.
“Come here.” He leads you to the table, where the two of you sit down. “Forget about breakfast for a bit. Just breathe, okay? I’m here now.”
You nod, allowing yourself to relax. Renjun’s presence feels grounding, and for a moment, the lingering dread from the morning fades.
Still, the faint smell of something metallic lingers in the air, and you can’t help but glance at the chair Yizhuo had been sitting in. It’s empty now, no sign of her ever being there.
Renjun follows your gaze. “You okay?” he asks, tilting his head.
“Yeah,” you say quickly, forcing a smile. “I’m fine.”
And for the rest of the morning, everything feels normal again. Renjun jokes with you as he helps clean up the kitchen, his laughter filling the space and making it feel warm and alive. By the time he heads to the bathroom to shower, you’ve almost convinced yourself that Yizhuo’s appearance had been nothing more than a vivid hallucination.
It wasn’t real, you tell yourself for the hundredth time. It couldn’t have been.
Stress. Fatigue. That’s all it was. It has to be.
Still, the unease gnaws at you as the day drags on. Renjun spends most of the afternoon in his study, working on something he vaguely describes as “art.” You don’t press him—he’s always been private about his projects, and it’s not unusual for him to disappear for hours into his world of creativity. He’s shown you some portraits he’s done. That alone was enough to convince you then, but maybe not now.
As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, you decide you need some air.
The backyard feels oddly silent as you step outside, the chill of the evening biting at your skin. The garden Renjun painstakingly tends to is perfectly cared for, each flower bed neat and orderly. But something feels... off. You can’t place it at first, but the further you walk, the heavier the air feels.
And then you see her.
A figure sits near the edge of the garden, half-hidden by the shadows of the trees. At first, you think it’s a trick of the fading light, but as you approach, your stomach turns.
Her head lifts slowly as she senses your presence. Her skin is mottled and patchy, as though poorly stitched together, and her hair hangs in brittle, uneven clumps. One of her eyes is glassy and lifeless, while the other stares at you with unsettling clarity.
“Hello,” she says, her voice low and raspy.
Your instincts scream at you to run, but your feet remain rooted to the spot. “Hi,” you manage to reply, your voice barely audible.
“You’re his new girlfriend, aren’t you?” she asks, tilting her head.
You swallow hard. “What do you mean?”
She chuckles softly, the sound more hollow than amused. “He always picks the pretty ones. Says they’re easier to perfect.”
The words send a chill racing through you. “You know Renjun?”
“Better than I’d like,” she replies, leaning forward slightly. Her movements are stiff, as though her body doesn’t quite obey her.
Your chest tightens. “What happened?”
She lets out a bitter laugh. “What always happens. He gets bored, or paranoid, or both. Decides you need fixing. Then you end up like me.” She gestures to herself, her fingers trembling. “A mistake he doesn’t know how to get rid of.”
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. “You’re one of his... experiments?”
“Guess you could call it that.” Her eye narrows, and for a moment, you swear you see a flicker of pity in her expression. “But you don’t have to end up like me. You still have a chance to get out.”
Your mind races, every fiber of your being screaming that this can’t be true. But the evidence sits right in front of you, her broken body a chilling testament to something you don’t want to believe.
“I... I don’t understand,” you whisper, your voice trembling.
“You will,” she says simply, her tone heavy with finality. “Just don’t wait too long. He doesn’t like it when his plans get interrupted.”
Before you can respond, she struggles to her feet, her movements jerky and unnatural. She stumbles into the trees, disappearing into the shadows before you can even think to follow.
You stand there for what feels like an eternity, your heart pounding in your chest. When you finally gather the courage to move, you hurry back into the house, locking the door behind you.
Renjun finds you later that evening, curled up on the couch with a book you haven’t read a single word of. “You okay?” he asks, sitting down beside you.
You force a smile, shaking your head. “Just tired,” you reply, your voice strained.
He presses a soft kiss to your temple, and though his touch is warm, it does little to chase away the cold dread that has settled deep in your bones.
You say nothing about the woman in the garden.
The days that follow are a blur of unease and doubt. Renjun grows more distant, his once-gentle demeanor laced with a nervous edge. You catch him watching you when he thinks you’re not looking, his eyes dark and searching, as though trying to read your thoughts.
You tell yourself it’s nothing—just paranoia creeping in after Yizhuo and the woman in the garden. But the house feels different now, like something unseen is watching, waiting.
One night, unable to sleep, you wander through the house, your footsteps muffled against the hardwood floors. Renjun had disappeared into his study hours ago, and you haven’t seen him since. Curiosity gnaws at you, and before you can talk yourself out of it, you find yourself standing at the door to the basement.
It’s unlocked.
The air grows colder as you descend the narrow stairs, the faint scent of mothballs and chemicals prickling your nose.
Your breath catches as you reach the bottom. The room is cluttered with tools and shelves of strange, unrecognizable objects, but your eyes are drawn to the center of the room where a series of lifelike dolls are displayed.
At least, you think they’re dolls at first.
They’re posed on stands, dressed in fine clothing, their glassy eyes staring blankly into the room. But as you move closer, your stomach churns. Their skin isn’t porcelain—it’s something else. Something real.
Your fingers tremble as you reach out to touch one of them but stop short when a voice behind you speaks.
“You shouldn’t be down here.”
You whirl around, heart racing, to find a young man leaning against the far wall. His hair is dark and neatly styled, his posture relaxed, but there’s something unsettling about the way he looks at you.
“Who are you?” you demand, backing away slightly.
“Jeno,” he says casually, pushing off the wall and taking a step closer. “Nice to meet you.”
You glance at the stairs, calculating your chances of escape, but something in his expression stops you. It’s almost amused, like he knows something you don’t.
“Renjun doesn’t like it when people snoop,” Jeno continues, his tone conversational. “He gets... upset.”
“How do you know Renjun?” you ask, your voice trembling.
He smiles faintly, his eyes flicking to the dolls behind you. “Let’s just say we go way back.”
There’s something about the way he says it that makes your skin crawl. “What are you doing here?”
“Same thing you are,” he says cryptically. “Looking for answers.”
Before you can respond, Jeno steps forward—and walks straight through one of the shelves.
What the fuck.
Your breath catches in your throat as you watch his figure shimmer faintly, like heat waves rising from asphalt. He turns to look at you, his expression unreadable.
“You should leave,” he says softly. “Before it’s too late.”
And just like that, he vanishes, fading into the wall as though he were never there.
You’re left standing in the basement, your heart pounding and your mind racing. The dolls’ lifeless eyes seem to follow you as you back away, your legs shaking with every step.
When you finally make it back to the main floor, Renjun is waiting for you in the living room.
“What were you doing in the basement?” he asks, his voice tight.
You freeze, your mind scrambling for an answer. “I—”
“You know you’re not supposed to go down there,” he says, cutting you off. His tone is calm, but his eyes are sharp, his jaw clenched.
“I was just looking for something,” you lie, trying to keep your voice steady. “I couldn’t sleep.”
He studies you for a moment, then sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You should’ve told me. There’s nothing down there for you.”
You nod, forcing a smile. “Sorry. It won’t happen again.”
But as Renjun pulls you into a half-hearted hug, you can feel the tension in his body. His fingers linger on your back a little too long, as though trying to keep you from slipping away.
You say nothing about the dolls. Or the man named Jeno.
But deep down, you know you’ve stepped into something you can’t ignore anymore.
Renjun’s behavior grows more unpredictable with each passing day. His once gentle nature gives way to sudden bursts of tension: slamming doors, muttering under his breath, pacing the house at odd hours. You try to ignore it, to chalk it up to stress or exhaustion, but the warning signs are impossible to dismiss.
One evening, after he disappears into the basement again without a word, you decide you can’t wait any longer. Whatever he’s hiding down there, you need to know.
The basement feels colder than before, the air heavy with the scent of chemicals and something else—something rancid. The dolls remain in their haunting poses, their glassy eyes fixed on nothing and everything at once. You can’t shake the feeling that they’re watching you.
You move quickly, rifling through the cluttered workbench. Papers covered in scrawled notes, jars of unidentifiable substances, and tools you can’t even name. Your hand trembles as you lift a folder marked with your name.
Before you can open it, a voice cuts through the silence.
“What are you doing?”
You freeze, the folder slipping from your hands. Renjun stands at the base of the stairs, his face eerily calm, though his eyes burn with an intensity that makes your blood run cold.
“I—I was just—” you stammer, stepping back instinctively.
“You shouldn’t have come down here,” he says, his tone soft but firm. He takes a step closer, his hand hidden behind his back. “I trusted you.”
You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Renjun, what is all this? What are you doing down here?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he steps fully into the room, revealing the syringe in his hand. The clear liquid inside catches the light, its purpose unknown but unmistakably sinister.
“I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” he murmurs, almost regretfully. “I thought I could fix everything without hurting you. But you had to go and make things difficult.”
“Renjun, please,” you say, your voice shaking. “Whatever this is, we can talk about it. You don’t have to—”
“You don’t understand,” he interrupts, his voice cracking. “I’m doing this for you. For everyone. You don’t know what you are, what you’re capable of.”
He lunges before you can react, the syringe glinting as he closes the distance between you. You scream, twisting and flailing, but he’s faster, stronger than you expect. The needle sinks into your neck, and the icy burn of the liquid spreads through your veins.
The last thing you hear before the world fades to black is Renjun’s trembling voice.
“I’m so sorry.”
When you wake, the cold metal beneath you is the first thing you notice. Your body feels heavy, unresponsive, as though the drug hasn’t entirely worn off. The dim light above casts shadows across the room, and as your vision clears, you see him.
Renjun stands over you, his face pale and drawn, yet his hands move with steady precision. Tools are laid out neatly beside him, glinting in the faint light.
“Renjun?” you whisper, your voice weak and hoarse.
He startles slightly, his gaze snapping to yours. For a moment, his expression softens, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. But it vanishes as quickly as it appeared.
“You’re awake,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “I wasn’t expecting that yet.”
“What... what are you doing?” you ask, panic rising in your chest.
He sighs, his hands pausing as he picks up a scalpel. “I’m saving you,” he says simply, his tone matter-of-fact. “You won’t feel a thing, I promise. When this is over, you’ll be perfect. No one will ever be able to hurt you again.”
“Renjun, stop!” you scream, thrashing against the straps that hold you down. “Please, you don’t have to do this!”
His eyes glisten with unshed tears as he shakes his head. “I don’t have a choice,” he whispers. “You’re dangerous, even if you don’t know it. I’ve seen what you’ll become if I don’t stop it from happening now.”
He leans closer, the scalpel trembling slightly in his hand. “But it’s okay,” he continues, his voice cracking. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll love you just the same. You’ll see. You’ll understand one day.”
Tears blur your vision as you struggle harder, the straps biting into your skin. “Renjun, please! I love you! Don’t do this!”
His hand falters for a moment, the scalpel hovering just above your skin. “I love you too,” he says, his voice breaking. “That’s why I have to do this.”
The sharp edge glints as it lowers toward you, and your screams echo through the basement, mixing with Renjun’s whispered apologies.
Your body trembles against the restraints, your heart racing as Renjun’s scalpel hovers closer to your skin. Desperation fuels you, and you yank against the straps with everything you have. The leather digs into your wrists, cutting into your skin, but you don’t stop.
“Stop struggling,” Renjun says softly, his voice almost pleading. “You’ll only hurt yourself.”
But you don’t listen. Instead, you twist your arm as hard as you can, feeling the strap loosen just slightly. The metal table creaks beneath your movements, and the scalpel in his hand wavers.
“Please,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “Don’t make this harder for me.”
With a surge of adrenaline, your wrist finally slips free, the leather snapping loose. You lunge forward, catching him off guard. His eyes widen in shock as you grab at the tools on the tray beside you, your fingers fumbling for anything sharp.
“Stop!” he shouts, dropping the scalpel to grab your arm. His grip is strong, but your determination is stronger.
You manage to grab a pair of forceps and swing them wildly, catching him across the face. He cries out, staggering backward and clutching his cheek, blood seeping between his fingers.
“You don’t understand!” he yells, his voice raw with emotion. “I’m trying to save you!”
But you don’t stop. You twist your body, freeing your other arm, and kick out with your legs, knocking the tray of tools to the floor. The clang of metal echoes in the room as you grab the scalpel he dropped.
Renjun lunges at you, his hands outstretched, but you roll off the table just in time. Your knees buckle as you hit the floor, but you push yourself up, the scalpel clutched tightly in your shaking hand.
“Please,” he says again, his voice desperate now. “You don’t know what you’re doing!”
You scream, charging at him with the scalpel. He grabs your wrist, the two of you grappling for control. His strength is terrifying, and for a moment, you think you’ll lose.
“You’re not the person I fell in love with!” you cry, tears streaming down your face.
“I am!” he shouts, his eyes wild. “I’m doing this because I love you!”
The scalpel slips in your hand, slicing your palm, but you don’t let go. With a sudden burst of strength, you shove him backward. He stumbles, tripping over the tray of tools and falling to the floor.
Before he can get up, you’re on him, pinning him down. The scalpel shakes in your hand as you press it against his chest.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice breaking.
He looks up at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “No,” he breathes. “You don’t have to—”
But you do.
With a scream, you drive the scalpel into his chest. Blood blooms beneath the blade, spreading across his shirt. His body jerks, his hands clawing weakly at yours, but his strength is fading fast.
His lips part, as if to say something, but no sound comes out. His eyes, once so full of love, now stare up at you in a mix of pain and betrayal.
You pull the scalpel out and stab him again, and again, each strike accompanied by a choked sob.
When it’s over, you collapse beside him, your hands trembling and covered in blood. The room is silent except for the sound of your ragged breathing.
Renjun lies motionless, his face pale and his body still. The pool of blood beneath him grows larger, seeping into the cracks of the cold basement floor.
For a long moment, you can’t move, can’t think. All you can do is stare at his lifeless form, the weight of what you’ve done crashing down on you.
Then, slowly, you drag yourself to your feet, your legs weak and unsteady. You wipe your bloodied hands on your shirt, your breaths coming in shallow gasps.
But as you turn to leave, something glimmers in the corner of your eye. A reflection in the glassy eyes of one of the dolls, watching you, silent and unblinking.
You stagger up the basement stairs, your mind reeling, Renjun’s blood still warm on your hands. The house feels eerily silent now, the weight of what you’ve done pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket.
You sink onto the couch, trembling, trying to steady your breathing. The nightmare is over—or so you tell yourself. Yet, deep inside, a strange calm begins to settle over you, and with it, clarity.
“I did it,” you whisper, almost to yourself. “It’s over.”
“Not quite,” a familiar voice cuts through the quiet.
You whirl around to see Ning Yizhuo standing in the doorway. She looks far less ghastly now, her skin no longer pallid and her cloudy eyes replaced with sharp, piercing ones. She steps into the room with an unsettling grace, her lips curling into a sly smile.
“Oh fuck you.” you gasp, your voice seemingly becoming annoyed. “I told you I could handle it.”
“Did you really think you could keep me out of this?” she asks, tilting her head. “You’ve always had a flair for the dramatic, but even I didn’t think you’d drag it out this long.”
“You know I wouldn’t let you die.” you counter back.
“Oh, come on,” Yizhuo says, her tone teasing. “You didn’t even know I was there!”
For odd as the situation was, this casual conversation seemed too strange for someone who had just had a traumatic encounter.
But you remembered it all.
The reason why you were here in the first place.
The spellwork, the rituals, the whispers of your coven as you planned everything together. Renjun—brilliant, dangerous, utterly unhinged—had been the perfect candidate to father the next generation of your powerful bloodline. His twisted mind, his obsession with creation, his unparalleled intellect—they were irresistible.
But he’d caught on, hadn’t he? His jealousy of Yizhuo, his paranoia, the experiments. He’d discovered the truth about who you were, what you were, and had convinced himself that you were a threat that needed to be eliminated.
“You were supposed to bring him to heel,” Yizhuo says, crossing her arms. “But instead, you let him spiral. Do you know how much work it was for me to survive after what he did to me?”
“I didn’t plan for this,” you mutter, your voice hollow.
“No,” Yizhuo replies sharply. “You didn’t. You got too attached. Like you always do. But you still got the job done, didn’t you?”
You glance down at your hands, still stained with Renjun’s blood, and a strange sense of satisfaction wells up within you. Despite the chaos, despite the loss of control, the end result remains the same.
Yizhuo steps closer, crouching down in front of you. “He was right about one thing,” she says, her voice soft now. “You are dangerous. But that’s exactly why this worked. You’re stronger now, more focused. And with him out of the way, there’s nothing stopping us.”
You look up at her, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. The weight on your chest lifts, replaced by a dark, intoxicating sense of purpose.
“He was brilliant,” you say quietly, almost wistfully. “But he underestimated me.”
“They always do,” Yizhuo replies, standing and extending a hand to you. “Come on. We have work to do. The coven’s waiting.”
You take her hand and rise to your feet, the tension in your body melting away as the truth of who you are settles over you like a comforting shroud.
As you leave the house together, you cast one last glance back at the basement door. The ghost of a smile plays on your lips as you whisper under your breath, “Thank you, Renjun. You were perfect.”
The door creaks shut behind you, and the house falls silent once more, now a graveyard for twisted dreams and dark beginnings.
a/n: happy birthday renjun my love!!!! this is a short timestamp for his birthdayyyy i hope renjun has a great birthday i love you so much
"happy birthday, renjun, my love," you whispered, as renjun who was sitting on the couch beside you, blew the candle on his cake.
it was just a simple celebration in your shared apartment; a bento cake designed as a cute moomin you ordered, a take away pizza, all on a red checkered table spread, but the way renjun looked at you, it was as if you plucked the stars from the sky for him.
"thank you, yn. this means so much to me," he smiled softly, the corner of his eyes crinkling. maybe you did pluck the stars, cause what else could possibly explain the stars in renjun's eyes? oh, how you wish he could be happy all the time, how you wish you could protect that smile all the time.
"i hope you get everything you wished for, baby," you said, placing both of your hands on his cheeks to make him face you. you placed a kiss on his forehead.
then a kiss on his nose.
he giggled.
finally, his lips. you felt him smile into the kiss.
little did you know, everything he wished for, is already right in front of him.
I’ve never met someone with more of a beautiful soul.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you reread the pink note stuck to your fingers. You’d taken it off the bathroom mirror after it had caught your eye.
You’d just woken up, still slightly mentally-blurry from your previous sleep, so it was a little hard to grasp the details.
It was a tough night, going to bed at around 4am and then waking up periodically. However, your boyfriend had let you sleep in, trying his best to be quiet while getting ready. It was almost noon now.
Wait, where was your boyfriend?
Did he have practice? Did he have a shoot you weren’t aware of? Was he just doing some last-minute grocery shopping though you’d gone not even two days ago? And, he always saved mundane tasks for the two of you to do together.
Sure, you needed the sleep—but, not that bad.
You make me feel seen and heard.
“Huh?” You let out a confused sound at another note, following your bedroom door. “What the hell is this?”
And when you turned it around, more Sharpie cursively flowed in letters: I admire your strength and resilience, you keep me grounded.
Now, your bottom lip had started to pout-out, your eyes welling ever so slightly. Maybe you were emotional from just having been asleep, and then waking up alone. However, maybe you were emotional from the fact that nobody has ever said these things to you—granted they were written down, but still.
I didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you.
You inspire me to do better.
Thank you for always being there for me and taking care of me in my times of need. I’d like to return the favor someday.
It’s impossible to not be drawn to you.
One cheesy line after another was added to the stack of pink notes left on your path, lining the hallway to the open concept kitchen-living room your shared apartment had.
You make me feel important. I hope you know you are too.
Your generosity never goes unnoticed. Thank you for being so giving.
Your smile lights up any room, I’m glad I get to see it everyday—truly contagious.
I love you like the moon loves the sun.
You are my yellow. The rainbow has never looked so bright.
And there he was, mindlessly scrolling with his head down, back pressed to the countertop. He hadn’t even noticed you walk in, standing in awe of what he’d done.
Thank you for choosing me.
“W-what is this?” You held the sticky notes up with your hand, his head leveling with your view. He smiled instantly, “Why’d you do all this Renjun?”
He approached you, squeezing your stunned frame against his chest.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” He laughed, casually explaining, “I thought you were going to sleep all day—I got bored waiting.”
He then pressed a light kiss to your temple, taking the pink paper from off you and sifting through them. Your eyes had been silently dropping salty-water, the devotion to you sending you into autopilot.
You’d never had someone so in love with you, who could’ve imagined?
“Seriously though, it’s things I’ve never said but need to.” Your eyes met his, though you could make up distinct features only through the tears, “Everyday you’re with me, you make it worth living. Thank you for choosing me—when I'm with you I never feel second place.”
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it’s nearly midnight when your phone buzzes insistently. you’re half-awake, tangled in blankets, when you see his name on the screen. renjun.
a few months back, things had reached a breaking point. you and renjun were always drawn together like magnets; his wild spontaneity, his relentless desire to prove himself, even when it hurt him. you remember the night it all fell apart very clearly. he’d gotten into one of his impulsive stunts again, this time risking far more than just a bruised ego. after a long, heated argument in your cramped apartment, words were flung that cut deeper than any physical wound ever could. you’d told him, over and over, that you couldn’t keep patching him up, that you deserved better than a continuous cycle of apologies and reckless behavior. and in his stubborn, hurt pride, he walked away, leaving behind a silence filled with swarming questions.
now, as you lie in your darkened room, the memories of those bitter days mix with a reluctant warmth. despite everything, a part of you still cares so much that every time his name lights up your screen, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, there’s a way back from the wreckage.
tonight happened to be one of those nights. his name popping up on your phone screen, that single and quick-lived flash of hope. you sit up, pulling the covers around you, and answer the call with a hesitance you can’t quite hide.
“hey.” you say, voice softer than you intended.
the background of your past that was filled with missed opportunities for healing and the pain of watching someone you loved self-destruct, lingers like an uninvited guest. renjun’s voice, when it finally comes through, is low and a little rough, like it’s carrying all the weight of the mistakes he made. “i need a ride,” he admits, the words simple but filled with slight shame.
despite every instinct screaming at you to let the night pass without reopening old wounds, you find yourself already getting out of your bed. the familiar pull is irresistible, even though you know it means stepping back into a book you thought was closed.
as you drive through the quiet streets, memories swirl around you of passionate nights that turned bitter, of promises broken by his stubborn pride, of a love that was as fierce as it was flawed. every mile takes you further into the past, where the reasons for your breakup linger in the back of your mind, reminding you of both the beauty and the chaos that defined your time together.
the address he sends lead you to a nearly empty gas station on the outskirts of town. you pull up and spot him leaning against the wall near the pumps, looking more disheveled than you remember. his jacket is smeared with dirt, and there’s a faint, fresh scratch on his cheek, like he had collided with concrete rather than simply scraped himself. his motorcycle, now a twisted mess of metal and broken glass, lies a few feet away.
you roll down the window and can’t help but ask, “what happened to you?”
renjun lifts his gaze to meet yours. there’s a mix of apology and defiance in his eyes as he forces a small smile. “i crashed my motorcycle,” he says quietly. “i guess i lost control on a turn.”
your heart clenches as you take in the evidence. the scratch on his cheek, the dented side mirror of his bike (which was only the least of the damage), and the way he keeps subconsciously touching his jaw as if to check if the pain is real. “renjun, you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i mean, fuck you already did,” you chide, voice edged with worry as you motion to his face.
“i’m fine,” he protests, but you can hear the uncertainty beneath his words.
he opens the door of your car and sits down with a small wince, which you barely registered with how good he hid it. as you drive off, the silence in the car is heavy with unsaid words and memories of better days. the days when you two were inseparable.
after a few miles, you finally break the silence. “so… why’d you call me instead of, i don’t know, someone else?”
he glances at you, the dim streetlights reflecting in his eyes. “because i knew you’d come,” he says softly. “…and i needed to see you.”
you swallow hard, fighting the mix of exasperation and lingering affection. “you need to stop doing stupid shit like that, renjun. you’re gonna get hurt one day.”
he falls silent for a long moment, then murmurs, “maybe i do, but i can’t help it.”
pulling over at a quiet overlook, you both sit in silence for a long moment. the city lights twinkle far off, the quiet rumble of an airplane doing little to fill the silence between you. the mixed emotions you felt overwhelmed you. a blend of nostalgia, regret, and the faint hope of starting over that was always there. the night felt like a threshold, a moment suspended between the past that hurt you and a future that might mend those wounds.
finally, renjun turns to you, eyes vulnerable in the low light. “i know i made a mess of things,” he says quietly. “i know i hurt you, and i’ve been trying to fix myself since… since i walked away.”
you search his face, remembering the nights filled with both laughter and tears, the arguments that left scars deeper than any physical wound. “i didn’t come after you because i couldn’t keep doing this,” you confess, voice soft. “i couldn’t keep fixing something that you kept breaking over and over.”
he reaches out, his hand trembling slightly as it finds yours. “i’m sorry. i’m trying to be better—if you can give me another chance.”
your heart pounds at his words, a mix of old pain and new possibility. it’s not just about the motorcycle crash or the scratch on his cheek. it’s about every moment that led to this point, every time you both failed to protect what you had. the love. and now, in the quiet vulnerability of the night, it feels like you were standing at the door of a second chance.
renjun spoke again, his voice trembling ever so slightly. “i know i shouldn’t have called you. i know i shouldn’t be putting you in this position.”
you study his face; so familiar yet changed by time and regret and for a moment, every old wound feels raw again. “renjun,” you say gently, “i’ve been trying to move on. i thought i was over all the chaos between us.”
his hand tightens around yours ever so slightly. “i really have been trying to fix myself. and… i still care about you. more than i ever wanted to admit.”
the vulnerability in his eyes makes your breath catch. you’re no stranger to his reckless ways, to the endless cycle of trouble he stumbles into. yet here, in the quiet of the night, the man before you seems more fragile than ever.
“so, what now?” you ask softly. “do we just keep doing this? coming back to each other whenever things go wrong?”
renjun’s gaze falters for a second before he meets your eyes again. “maybe… maybe we try to do it right this time.”
your heart skips a beat. it sounds like he’s asking for a second chance, a chance to mend what was broken. you know too well that letting him back in means risking everything. the heartache, disappointment, and the familiar chaos of his world. but as you look at him, you realize that letting go never felt any safer.
“i’ve missed you,” he repeats, voice barely a whisper.
you take a steadying breath, the weight of the past months lifting just a little. “i’ve missed you too,” you confess, “even when i thought i was better off without you.”
there’s a long pause, filled with the sound of your beating hearts and the quiet hum of the car.
“let’s try again,” he says, his tone tentative but hopeful. “i promise, no more stupid shit. i promise i won’t run away from us this time.”
you squeeze his hand in response, the decision settling between you both like a fragile truce. “i promise to try,” you say, voice soft and resolute.
and as you squeeze his hand, you realize that despite the scars and the mistakes, the journey back to each other might just be worth every risk.
It was for sure one of those mornings. You didn’t wake up to any of your alarms, your windows were drawn, and your bed was too warm to get out of. The thought of skipping the 9 am you had was now in bright bold letters in the forefront of your brain and honestly seemed like the move.
Then all of a sudden I hear this grating voice…. Just kidding it’s just Renjun. You hear him shuffling around in the hallways outside dangerously close to your door. You both had sworn to not lock your doors if it was a regular night because He had claimed it was a safety hazard.
You heard the door knob jingle, and then devastatingly open to Him in all his glory. He was fully dressed minus shoes and had the annoyed look he usually carries when you piss him off.
“It is almost 8:00 and if you don’t get up you’re going to miss your class,” He said sternly as he invited himself into your room and went to your closet
“I think I might just take the L on this one and miss it” you yawned and rolled over turning your back to him.
“No, and please don’t ever say “take the L” in front of me ever again,” Renjun said as he dug through your closet.
“Sorry, Your Highness” your voice strained as you slumped over in bed attempting to get up.
“I put clothes on your chair, I’m giving you 20 minutes and then we are leaving,” He said as he grabbed your wrists pulling you the rest of the way out of bed. Leaving you to your own devices after.
Renjun and you had lived together for 2 years now and this was the dynamic. Renjun helped you keep your shit together, and simultaneously you helped him not lose his. A perfect balance.
On your desk chair was a white sweatshirt and matching white sweatpants. One of the sets you had invested in after Renjun had introduced you to the world of “nice sweats” and on top of the sweat suit was a black sports bra from your dresser. There weren’t a lot of boundaries between you at this point, to be honest.
After changing you trudged into the bathroom where he was standing finishing his hair. Nudging him with your hip to move you slid in closer to the outlet of your hair. Renjun grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pulled it off your neck.
“I think you should wear your hair in a claw clip, it shows off your neck” You blinked at both of your reflections in the mirror with zero energy to fight him, nodding in agreement. Renjun then grabs the brush from the side brushing your hair out, and then twisting it into the claw clip.
“Alright there you go,” Renjun said patting your hip, moving you out of his way to finish his hair.
“I already ordered coffee so we gotta go soon, go put your shoes on, and do the Jordan's not the Converse,” Renjun ordered you around as he blow-dried his hair.
Finishing the multiple tasks he gave you, you were now standing at the door waiting for him to come escort you to the kitchen like a goddamn kindergartener to school. Now joining you in the entryway putting his shoes on. He was wearing a pair of loose-fit jeans and a white button-up on top of a T-shirt.
This contrast between you two is crazy.
You two both lived a very domestic life. When you had moved in together you strikingly got along really well. Renjun had slowly but surely worked himself to be at the forefront of important people in your life. He was just a very considerate person in his way and it showed with those he cared about….which you just happened to be!
Does he dress you up like a little doll sometimes.. yes! And like who doesn’t like that shit, domesticity in a household is like crack to weak-minded, and hey bitch.. I am the weak-minded.
Getting to campus you departed from Renjun and walked towards the lecture. Finding your spot in the auditorium and going to your friends who have saved it for you.
“Good morning darling, look who showed up today” Giselle nudged your shoulder laughing,
“And look! Her boyfriend got her coffee, god bless the lovely couple” Karina traced her finger along the big RENJUN written on the side of your coffee cup.
“Oh shut up, he’s not my boyfriend. He just buys the coffee in the morning” You shrugged taking a sip. Putting your coffee down meeting eyes with your two best friends silently staring at you with their eyebrows knit.
“What do you mean he isn’t your boyfriend” Giselle asked voice flat
“Renjun is not my boyfriend… we just live together,” You said again confused as to why you were being questioned.
“Y/n are you kidding….?” Karina spoke up over Giselle’s shoulder sharing the same confused look “I watched you two hold hands the other day while walking home, like clasp your fucking fingers and hold hands” Gisele gripped Karina’s hand to demonstrate.
“Yeah because I was tired and need to keep up with him while we were walking he’s fast for a little guy” you explain trying to mediate whatever the fuck was now happening
“Oh, you poor poor girl” Karina now pushing herself fully into the conversation “y/n people do not act like that with people who they aren’t dating plus you two live together… you do know that everyone thinks you two are dating right?”
You felt your hole clench at that statement. Hole clench, toe curl, and heart drop. “What do you mean people think we are dating..?” Your voice sounded more pathetic than you wanted it to be.
“Y/n you two are probably two of the most domestic people I know, I watched you and Renjun hug for a solid two minutes yesterday and then he fixed your hair after. Who the fuck does that. Other than two people who are having painfully loving sex?” She asked.
You two weren’t having painfully loving sex! Neither of you were having sex! You would know, the walls are thin.
“But we aren’t having painfully loving sex” you pouted still confused
“And that’s fucked up for you, and your vagina!” Karina rubbed your shoulder.
“Be honest with yourself Y/n would you have painfully loving sex with Renjun if you had the chance?” Giselle asked
And just like that, your world fucking crashed in. Because you WOULD! You would have painfully loving earth-shattering war of worlds universe colliding sex with Renjun! Your body was in a sense of shock and you felt your eyes stuck open wide at the sudden realization you would bone your roommate and would maybe like to be in a grossly domestic relationship with him.
“I think we broke her” Karina waved her hand in front of your face and snapped.
“I think I have a crush on Renjun” you whispered in disbelief.
“Substantial realizations here before 9 am ladies and gentlemen” Giselle clapped as if your now mental breakdown was an achievement.
“I think I need to go home right now and I think I need to go rethink everything that has happened to me for the past two years,” You said in a frantic whisper as you packed the rest of your things and left the lecture hall 5 minutes before class was supposed to start. Ignoring what Karina and Giselle were saying trying to get you to pause your mental breakdown and sit back down for geology
Fuck geology I'm having a crisis!
Speed walking out of the lecture hall it still felt like you had a cold bucket of water dumped on you, and then someone pushed you down a flight of stairs too. How had you not realized you had a crush on him? You two did almost everything together, you did almost everything together!!!!
Turning the corner and stopping dead in your tracks making eye contact with the devil himself, renjun. His eyes widened at first meeting yours, and then brows furrowed in confusion. You had two choices right now; run away OR admit defeat and face him. Running away seemed like the best option but you would have to face him later that night at the apartment and currently with the realization you were going through, you didn’t want to have to face him to explain why you ran away.
The familiar pair of brows excused himself from his friends and walked up to you with a look of concern painting his features.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in science right now? Where are you going” he asked, the worry evident in his voice. Making your stomach twist into knots.
“I uh.. don’t feel great so I think I’m just going to raincheck on classes today” you spoke not making eye contact with him once. Your eyes thought immediately shooting to meet his as he rested his hand on your forehead, and then slowly moved it to cup your cheek.
“You do feel a bit warm” his voice was still laced with concern. Your face was warm, but that was due to the fact you were screaming on the inside from your roommate caressing your face to see if you were sick. “I don’t have a lecture for another 30 minutes but I can miss it I’ll take you home!” Renjun said and reached to grab your wrist to drag you towards his car.
your wrist was tingling from the contact, and the thought of mind-blowing sex was now on the forefront of your conscious “NO *cough* no! I am fine, I’m going to take the bus and probably stop for some…tea! On the way home”
You don’t drink tea.
His hand released your wrist and he scanned your face skeptically. “You don’t drink tea though”
fUCK!
“Well, I just figured a good time to start! Being sick and all! *cough cough* wow! Okay well, I’m gonna go I will see you later!” Your sentence slowly lost control towards the end, you turned around and booked it to the bus stop, not even turning to see if he said bye or was still looking.
It had been 2 years of you two living together, how did you just realize now? And people already thought you two were dating? Does everyone think we fucked?
Does he think we are dating??
Does Renjun think we are dating?
You two do regular roommate stuff, He literally dressed you this morning and did your hair… HE DRESSED YOU AND DID YOUR HAIR. Oh holy fuck oh god oh what the fuck
Were you two dating? We we dating???
As soon as you got home from the bus you paced the living room for a good 45 minutes trying to rethink the last two years and what may have been perceived as you two dating, and so far there was a lot.
Renjun and you frequently hold hands, you both purposely created school schedules that ended and started around the same time each other, and you have both met each other’s families. The list fucking continues.
To be quite honest you weren’t sure what the reality was at all now. Renjun’s class ended at 12 and it was 12:15 so he would be home any minute.
The lock clicked and you watched as the door opened to Renjun, Walking in and smiling at you.
“How are you feeling? You ran away before I asked you anything else” He asked as he took his shoes off, but continued to hold eye contact, returning to that same look he had earlier when you had sold the idea of you being sick.
Ripping the bandaid off you said it
“Are we dating?” The question sounded like a scream in the quiet apartment.
Renjun paused and stood back up
“If that is what you wanna call it..?” He said shrugging
What do you mean ‘if that is what you wanna call it’
“Wait.. so you thought we were dating?” Your body began to tense at the prospect of you not being aware of your relationship status for the past two years
Renjun looked away like he was thinking and tilted his head “Well no… But I don’t act the way I act with you with anyone else, I just figured we weren’t putting a label on anything” He said walking closer to you and sitting on the couch in front of you “You haven’t seen anyone, and haven’t expressed that interest in doing so and neither have I and to be very fair quite literally everyone thinks we are dating” he laughed at his last part of his sentence as you were melting into a small puddle in the middle of your living room.
“Oh” was the only word able to make it out of your mouth as your state of shock had taken over your entire body.
“I mean we already live together, it would honestly be quite convenient for us to be dating” Renjun added seemingly unaware of the turmoil you were still in.
“But Karina said that we look like a couple who has painfully loving sex, and we aren’t having painfully loving sex though! We haven’t even kissed!” Did you whine at your roommate-boyfriends? Non-chalantness about the topic.
“Well, we can. It doesn’t define a relationship, but if painfully loving sex is what you want then we can make it happen” His voice garnered a new lilt to it as soon as the prospect of coochie became a distant goal
‘Hold on PLEASE I’m so lost” You threw your arms up in surrender now confused as to what you had gotten yourself into. “So you are actually into me?” You questioned
“Yes, very” well damn.
“Oh okay, well yeah me too” you responded
“Sick,” He said as he began to take his shirt off.
“WOAH” the screech leaving your mouth before you could catch it
“Painfully loving sex remember?” He said as he moved across the living room to grab you by the waist. “Would you be interested in some painfully loving sex, and for me to be your boyfriend officially?” His thumbs rubbed circles into your hips as he asked.
Now your coochie was for sure in the mix, as much as you wanted to scream and claw at him like a feral animal, you kept it in.
“That would be very nice yes! And yes I would love that” you decided to say instead.
His hands traveled from where they sat on your hips and landed under your thighs, picking you up and your legs clasping around his waist. And your hands made it to both sides of his his face bringing his lips to yours.
It felt like two years of sharing beds and dangerously domestic actions all culminating in this sloppy kiss. His teeth teased your bottom lip and took it with him gently when he pulled away and then released. Your chest heaving from the lack of air, and your face red from the situation you were in
