A/N:So proud of the boys for breaking records with Hot Sauce Also, Eid Mubarak to all who celebrate!
Renjun is ashamed to be surprised, but his friends remain true to their word.
That night, Renjun slept for what he’s sure was a good fourteen hours. Because by the time he woke, it was way in the afternoon. Jaemin was already back from his shift and Jeno was almost halfway through his. Jisung had insisted that Renjun get some more rest before he had to take over. It was a tiny bit disconcerting to have Jisung hovering over him the entire day to make sure he was eating and feeling okay, but Renjun had to admit–this was exactly what he needed. He didn’t like who he was when he was alone.
The boys had apparently even created a dedicated group chat where they would post updates and a list of things that were required at the hospital. Not that there was much required, anyway. But the boys would make sure that at the very least, Renjun’s mom had fresh clothes and home cooked food everyday while she couldn’t get out herself. Jaemin had even taken Renjun’s phone and gotten it fixed so he at least had a proper screen instead of a cracked one.
➞SUMMARY | “renjun fell in love with the sea, even if he has never seen it in his life.”
↳ PAIRING | prince!huang renjun x gn!reader.
↳ WORD COUNT | 1.6k words.
↳ GENRE | fantasy!au.
↳ TW | mentions of the sea. mentions of drowning.
➞ A/N | i decided to adapt this writing (find the original here) for renjun because,,, idk, i think this concept fits him well (and i love that pic of him so i just HAD to use it) KDKSJ. anyways! feedback is always welcomed and very much appreciated!! i fell in love with this drabble so i hope you like it as much as i do. without further ado, enjoy! (this is not proofread)
pairing:stranger!renjun x gn!reader |genre: angst | word count: 353
You couldn’t help but stare at the stranger in your summer art class. He sat across the table from you, and he was gorgeous.
He had the deepest brown eyes you’d ever seen, which sparkled with mischief when he smiled and caused butterflies in your stomach when he glanced at you.
He had a beautiful smile, his top canines slightly crooked, but the imperfection seemed to suit him perfectly. He lit up the whole room when he smiled, and you couldn’t find the power to look away.
You were absolutely in love with his laugh. The way he threw his head back and laughed — really laughed, not just a small chuckle — made you feel so comfortable. You were so amazed that he could laugh so loudly and so strongly without feeling embarrassed, and you found yourself giggling along with him more times than you realised.
He had introduced himself as Renjun on the first day of class, extending out his hand for you to shake, a spark running up your arm at the touch. You found out watercolour painting was his favourite — he loved how the paint seemed to have a mind of its own as it swirled along his paper.
When you were tasked to paint a portrait, there was only one person beautiful enough you wanted to capture in an artwork, although you could argue that he was already artwork himself. You studied the lines of his face every lesson, making sure you didn’t get a single feature wrong. The art teacher came along and stated it was the prettiest portrait she’d seen in a long time.
At the end of the term, as your art class was finishing, you intended to talk to Renjun — to ask for his number and whether he wanted to catch up outside of class. You packed up your equipment and when you looked back up, he had left.
You tried to search him up online, but there was no trace of him. You pinned the portrait you’d painted to your wall, the only remnant of the stranger who had stolen your heart that one summer.
Pairing: Renjun x Reader Genre:College AU, romance, angst, fluff Warnings:Strong language, descriptions of anxiety and trauma response, a character gets Covid-19 Word Count: 3.8k
A/N:The Dreamies are best friends and you can’t change my mind.
What do you do when everything that makes you a person starts to feel rudimentary? When you start to feel like an imposter in your own body? When nothing feels real and everything feels inconsequential and the world spins but you stand still?
You do what you’ve always done. You let your body keep you alive.
And that’s what Renjun does. He lets his body take over. He lets it put one foot in front of the other. He lets it make him breathe in and out. He lets it keep his heart beating.
Because his mind had stopped functioning. He felt a numbing take over. Like a warm trickle that started from the crown of his head had run down to his shoulders, numbing everything in its wake. Like his kind body knew that his mind needed protection that way. He feels numb and that’s all he feels.
Pairing: Renjun x Reader Genre:College AU, romance, angst, fluff Warnings:Strong language, descriptions of a shiner, a character gets Covid-19 Word Count: 7.3k
You only stop walking when you’re out of the apartment building. Eyebrows scrunched, face scowled like you were trying to hold onto the anger. But the more you had walked, the more you had realized that you couldn’t hold onto something that wasn’t there in the first place. It would be like holding onto smoke: futile and baseless. You weren’t angry. You stop moving to just breathe for a moment. And as the cool night air hits your face, you get a little more clarity in your thoughts. No, you weren’t angry. Not really.
Suddenly, you find yourself smiling to the sky and scoffing. Oh, how stupid. How stupid and how typical. This was classic you. Only this time, you couldn’t believe you had fallen for the broody artsy boy type. The kind of boy that blew hot and cold. The kind of boy that would keep you on edge and never like you as much as you liked him. God, you were such a cliché. Fuck, how embarrassing. So no, you weren’t angry. You were embarrassed. You had spent the last few weeks simping over a boy that never really liked you. God, you were so stupid.
SUMMARY ::As Renjun struggles to find a muse for his final series of artworks, you dance your way into his heart and fill the void to make him whole. Of course, life is never fair and when he realizes just how deep his feelings for you run, he has to accept that you might not feel the same way.
A/N ::This one was inspired by this edit made by @hoeforau , who helped me bounce ideas for how this story could turn out. I definitely enjoyed writing it and as someone who’s done art in high school, I can confirm that creative block is bitch and a half. Either way, enjoy!
The first time Renjun puts a brush to his canvas, he doesn’t know what to do.
It’s a classic case of a creative block, where his mind decides to put up a wall against anything that could possibly help him. The white fabric stares back at him as he thinks and think and thinks until he’s not sure he’s thinking anymore. Something, anything, just a sliver of inspiration to kickstart what he hopes to be his best work yet.
Well, it would be his best work if he could think of something.
The project is a masterworks series, which will be displayed in the annual showcase at the end of the year. To have your work exhibited in one of the biggest art galleries in the city is a massive honour, not to mention the attention that it draws. It’s a big deal to many, too big of a deal for some who end up losing precious hours of sleep to craft fine details into their canvases. Of course, an artist’s muse can strike at any hour and one must be ready to embrace it, but it’s a fickle thing that knows no end once it appears. The fourth years have barely begun to feel the pressure, but Renjun naturally worries too much and feels the need to begin before anyone else has the chance. Call it competitive painting, so to speak. He tries to be ahead of the game before it can be ahead of him.
Once again, that works only if he has an idea, which he doesn’t.
