#renjun blurbs

[2:13 p.m.]

renjun notices the way your head tucks onto your chest and the way your feet dangle as they intertwine with his in the hammock. you hated the fact that you can fall asleep so easily wherever you go, but it only makes you seem more endearing in renjun’s eyes. especially now, your soft snores reminding him that there’s no place he’d rather be except laying with you.

[7:14PM] a big smile was plastered on renjun’s face, jogging slightly so she could have a chance to catch him. and eventually, she did. the couple laughed out loud, his hands snaking around her waist as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“i love you, so much.” the brown haired boy spoke. eyes full of love while staring into her eyes. “i love you too, injun.” she responded, slowly starting to lean in so she could press her lips against his.

i smiled, feeling happy that he was able to move on. but deep inside, i could feel my heart slowly ache as i watched my lover with another girl. if only i survived, this would’ve been me instead of her.

although, it’s fine. as long as he’s happy with her. i no longer have to see the love of my life cry over my death over and over again. today marks as his 21st birthday. it also means that he’ll finally spend his birthday somewhere else other than my grave.

as they hold each other’s hand and began to walk away, i watched my other half become whole again with another.

a/n: aaaa im sorry for writing so much angst lately (〒﹏〒) i can’t help it heuheuehe but i promise to write fluff afterwards!! no!more!sad!stories! but anyways,, this was completely inspired by a tiktok vid i came across while i was scrolling :]

[ 12:32am ]

neighbor!renjun is sending signals to you from his window again, a beaming circle from his flashlight bypassing the fabric of your curtains.

at the sight of it, you scramble to your window and draw the curtains open. with his flashlight in his other hand, he’s holding up his large notebook with the words “I CAN’T SLEEP” scribbled onto it in big, black letters.

you smile, reach for your own notebook, write down “WHY NOT?” and hold it up for him to see. he takes a moment and squints his eyes to read your question. then, he’s writing again.

“BORED!” he holds up, with a proud smile on his face.

you scoff at the silly reason and put your notebook down. at this, renjun knows that you’re about to open up your window so you can talk to him, and mimics your action with his window.

“why couldn’t you just text me?” you call out to him. he shrugs. “doesn’t this feel so much cooler?”

well, you can’t really disagree with him.

as the midnight air wafts through your bedroom and you converse with the cute boy next door, you can’t help but have this tingly feeling inside your heart. it doesn’t help that renjun was looking especially good tonight, with his messy dark brown hair and black pajama shirt.

“well we have school in like 7 hours, so you should probably fix that!”

the boy shakes his head in disapproval. “OR… you can stay up with me and we will suffer tomorrow together.”

although you feign reluctance, both of you know that this was inevitable—you’re far too whipped for him to reject him of basically anything.

and just like that, you’re climbing into his window while he turns his nintendo switch on. you’re hit with the familiar smell of renjun, the fruity scent of his shampoo swirling all over your body.

“i’m gonna hate myself for this,” you grumble as you plop yourself next to him. truthfully, you already do. your head is spinning from his nice scent and this close proximity. if you’re trying to get over him, this was not doing you any favors.

from your peripherals you can see renjun smile to himself, making your heart ache. “nobody forced you to,” he teasingly argues.

“ok shut up,” you scowl as he hands you your remote. as complicated as it sounds, you know that he knows that you’re completely smitten by him. did you ever actually confess to him? of course not. has this ever been acknowledged between you two? not at all.

yet somehow, he just KNOWS and somehow you know that he knows. the both of you tiptoe around the subject, although sometimes he gets bold about it just to see you flustered.

with a light blush across your cheeks and a fluttering in your chest every few minutes, you play Mario Kart with the boy of your dreams until the sun rises. when it’s time for you to go back, he follows you on your way to his windowsill.

“let’s do this again?” he shyly suggests, and you ravel in how it’s now HIS turn to avoid eye contact and get all blushy.

“maybe,” you respond, which is enough for you to go back the next night, and the next.