#renjun fanfiction

[ 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.