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.
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.
*please don’t street race lol it is very illegal and dangerous.
mark:
the definition of friendly competition.
random but he prefers circuit courses
a polite winner but internally lovesdestroying his competition
winning by a landslide is so much more fun for him than the close call of racing to the end side by side
has a really dumb name for his car that all his friends clown him for but it’s endearing so whatever
cleans and repairs his own car (mechanic…. mark lee…. checking the bonnet…. on a hot… day… in a white… shirt…. and…. rolled up… sleeves…)
cupholders filled with coins lolol
always a good handshake at the end of a race
does not, absolutely refuses, to drive on wet days. no rainy races for mark.
races in his pyjamas sometimes
lost his first and only high stakes race and hasn’t done a large bet ever since. only person that could maybe push him to that edge again is chenle.
knows how to dirtbike too
renjun:
loves the sound of revving engines, the initial start is his favourite part of the race.
cocky asshole; drives into the finish line slowly if his competition is far behind.
sees jeno as his rival and thrives on challenging him
actually a very chill and civilised driver when he isn’t racing. races flip a competitive switch in his head.
a cheater, your honour.
loves drifting into alternative roads and routes for shortcuts just to confuse the other racer
prefers group races rather than 1v1
the dickhead that ditches everyone as soon as there’s a police threat. he’s gone by the time everyone’s shut their doors.
hehe, i can see him choosing an item of clothing to match whatever paint job his car currently has. fashionable and speedy.
sarcastic when he wins
renjun puffs out in exhilaration, fingers brushing back the hair in his eyes, “i mean, you weren’t too far behind. step on the gas a little harder and maybe you’ll lose by 20 seconds instead of 40.”
jeno:
drives a ford muscle car
personal races with yellow lights to just pass it before it turns red. depending on his mood he’ll either run the red light or get super pouty about it when he slows down
prefers night races
manual driver… mmmm… <3
favourite part is the police chase. in the moment his mind goes completely blank but he loves the thrill of swerving traffic.
always has someone in his passenger seat for the fun of it. maybe a hookup, someone cute from the audience, jaemin because besties support besties.
such a good winner/loser, always smiling after a race no matter how it turned out and asking for another race if he liked the other person.
except for when the one dude swerved into his lane a little bit too suddenly for his comfort.
usually just lets his friends hype him up while he gets ready to race
was the one who taught haechan burnouts
jaemin:
largest collection of cars out of all the boys
is a nerd for tyres. studies his racing sites to know what tread patterns are most efficient. rim is always absolutely spotless and shining.
has a specific air freshener he hangs as a good luck charm
loves picking people from the crowd to start the race, like they’re his own personal flag girl/boy for the day
custom car mats hehehe
a very underrated driver, not known in the scene to be really really good but he’s definitely scary competition
thinks scheduled races are kinda stupid, has more fun with spontaneous challenges from chenle or haechan, but takes it up if there’s a large prize
challenging and cocky smile to the other driver just before the race starts, sends a wink if he thinks they’re cute.
is an absolute whore for police chases, the ring of sirens and flashing lights behind him is so exhilarating. especially when he gets caught speeding during a race; avoid the police and crush the other racer? easy competition
haechan:
petty argument? beat him at a street race or you’re wrong.
not a sore loser but absolutely does hold a grudge. mental noting of wins and losses with every person.
a total dork for burnouts and donuts
basically just a show off. it’s not all bark though, he’s good behind the wheel and he knows it.
signs his competition’s car when he wins like an absolute dickhead. he doesn’t tell them but it’s like his signature by now so people expect it.
starts little races with strangers on the freeway or red lights, whether or not they know about it, he just needs to be faster than them.
the best at shit talking, either to throw off the others or just work them up.
has a specific set of rules and only races with those rules. super strict on everyone else following them but definitely breaks a few if he knows he can get away with it to win
changes car paint when he gets pissed from losing
when he first started racing, he messed with the other car’s tyres until he landed a black eye and learnt to just race fairly
“id obviously beat them whether or not i touched the thing, it’s just cute to see them all angry and confused.”
chenle:
lives for drifting.
road skid marks are his guilty pleasure.
that and round-a-bouts lol
so obnoxious, plays music on full blast with his windows rolled down. it makes him feel cooler when he wins.
loves his car to bits but is so awful at taking care of it. he has to go get it repaired and inspected after every race.
basically a reckless driver
taeil is chenle’s mechanic
its a white luxury car with butterfly doors.
whether or not he loses, definitely a double or nothing person. thrives on the high risk, high reward gamble of racing.
if his competition works him up enough, he’ll bet on their car just for the high stakes. absolutely does not need or want a second car, just thrilling.
“keep the thing,” he teases, shrugging off his jacket with a grin, “just wanted to scare you.”
jisung:
i dont know how but he’s the most cocky yet humble one. maybe he’s just really shy about his skills.
absolutely so annoying. lies and randomly shouts that authorities are coming when they are absolutely not.
the typical movie type pose of leaning against his car with his arms crossed and a stupid playful smile.
bumper sticker baby hehe
not too well known but definitely leaves an impression when he absolutely and unexpectedly destroys them
very dejected when he loses, works himself up and asks for an all or nothing lap
chenle is the best with indulging his sore losses, always raising the stakes until jisung calls chenle a fucking idiot for betting something so outrageous.
probably drives some sort of convertible because he thought it looked cool and likes the feeling of the wind
gets so very flustered when the anyone flirts with him before/after the race because huh? he’s here to race but oh my god they are kind of cute too.
tinted windows
asks jeno to race him when he’s bored because chenle always gets too competitive
complains about gas prices but always leaves his car on for the show of it
“i love you. i love you so fucking much. you make me so fucking happy and i love every single moment i spend with you. i love you. i love you. i love you.” renjun’s almost panting at this point but he can’t seem to settle from this high, eyes wide with bliss and a smile filled with a joy unlike any other. his hands cup your cheeks in a gentle manner, despite the energy pouring from every inch of his skin, and suddenly nothing matters except for renjun and the moonlight shadows of hair laying over his forehead. a kiss feels like not enough yet your chest aches of pure happiness at the thought of breathing him in, physically having him for all he is and more.
“i love you too,” you whisper, breathless and just as clouded.
“i know,” renjun laughs, palms falling down to your shoulders with a grip so tight you’re almost stupid enough to stray away from it. his touch is electric in a way like no other and you let your hands fall upon his, willing your pulses to sync. “i love you so much.”
❝i noticed you staring at my ass earlier, by the way. do you want me to get my shorts out of the way so you can get a better look? ❞
PAIRING ▸ huang renjun x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, strangers to lovers au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, teasing, dirty talk, one night stand trope, fingering, palming, oral (fem. receiving), more oral (m. receiving), choking, raw sex (pls use protection), in this society we make important decisions with rock paper scissors, copious amounts of anime references, ft. jaemin, hyuck, and jeno tormenting poor renjun
SUMMARY ▸ huang renjun might be the least committed to all this “bitch hunting” bullshit, and he doesn’t want to stoop to the level of stupidity his friends are at. that’s why he’s pissed when you’re strutting around in those high waisted shorts wherever you go, making renjun lose all sense of reason.
PLAYLIST▸like by bts • cravin by danileigh, g-eazy • 23 by chase atlantic • sparkle by radwimps
WORD COUNT ▸ 7,850 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ first installment of the bitch hunters series !! wrote this while i was angry bc my discord got hacked and i was furiously typing LOL but hope u enjoy ♡
THE FIRST TIME HUANG RENJUN LAID EYES ON YOU, HE FELT LIKE A SINNER.
He wasn’t religious by any means, but some force in the universe had to be frowning down on Renjun for the way he was staring at your ass. His housemate, Donghyuck, had thrown a party at their house for the sole purpose of meeting new girls, and Renjun found this whole thing absolutely ridiculous. His roommates were dead-set on finding a girlfriend this year, and they had taken it to the extent of creating a contract to detail the rules of their “bitch hunting.”
On the other hand, Renjun thought he could find love naturally, so he wasn’t too keen on indulging himself tonight.
However, looking at the way your shorts were riding up whenever you jutted out your hip, Renjun felt like he could let go for a night.
[21:53]You had many hobbies, there were many things that interested you. Some examples were you enjoyed to bake, your favorite was baking brownies. The chocolate fudgy delights, you loved to bake. You also enjoyed to paint, there was something so soothing about watching the paint glide on the canvas from the brush. Watching the different stroke create art. You loved to paint. You had many hobbies.
Renjun took careful note of your hobbies. There never seemed to be a set schedule of when you partake in said hobbies, it was just whenever you felt like it. However after dating you for a while, he did notice a pattern with your hobbies.
Baking, you only ever baked at the most unconventional times. Sometimes you would bake right when you came home from work, other times you would bake right before bed. Forcing yourself to stay up until the wee hours of the mornings. But you would always bake when you spirits seemed down.
Painting, you only ever painted when you had a mile long list of other things to accomplish. Like right before the due date of a big project, you would clear off your desk and paint. Or the time that you knew you had a test for class, you would paint. It seemed like you only painted when you had more important things to do.
It didn’t take long for Renjun to realize your hobbies were tied to your emotions. When you were sad, empty-inside, preferring to be anyone else but yourself, you baked. When you were overwhelmed, stressed beyond the limit, wished for all your responsibilities to begone, you painted. Renjun took careful note of your hobbies, and he learned what to do.
When you baked, we stayed in the kitchen with you. He complimented all the delights you made for him. He shared it all with the boys, had them write their compliments on post-it notes, and brought them home for you to read. He reminded you that you were loved, you were cared for, you were wanted.
When you painted, he never let you clean it up. He would wash all your brushed, dispose of the unused paint, wipe down your desk. He would even prepare a snack for you when you finished paint, so you didn’t have to do it yourself. He reminded you that you weren’t alone, that you could ask for help, that you could do it.
Renjun took special note of your hobbies, and what to do when you partake in said hobbies.
