I JUST DISCOVERED YOUR ACCOUNT AND I LOVE IT i couldn't find anyone who wrote for nana 😭😭 can you make jealousy headcanons for nana's boys? (sorry if something is written wrong, english is not my native language 😞)
Nana ~Jealousy~
Manga/anime: Nana
Warnings: nothing
(Y/N): your name
Thank you very much!
And I hope I didn't make the characters OOC!
T. Nobuo (Nobu)
He isn't a guy who gets jealous easily: he trusts you blindly
However, he still feels very insecure and, when he sees the interactions you've with another guy, he starts asking a series of discouraging questions in his head ('Would (Y/N) be better off with him? Is she happy with me?')
While you're talking to a boy, he tries to stay close to you and to butt in on your conversations and, when you two are alone, he asks you if you're happy with him
After you answer him, he tends to get a little clingy and hugs you tightly for a few minutes
"Were you jealous?" "Yes..."
O. Shin'ichi (Shin)
He quickly becomes very jealous: he's never had anyone to take care of him, so he tends to become very attached to those he cares about
As soon as he sees a boy approaching you, he immediately stands next to you and puts his arm around your waist
If he notices a guy starting to flirt with you, he approaches you two and kiss you passionately
"What's wrong with you, Shin?" "He was too close to you!"
In the end, he's just scared of losing you, so he tries to act on his fear by staying close to you and not letting anyone make you uncomfortable with their attentions
T. Yasushi (Yasu)
I think he's the calmest of all the characters: he trusts you and knows you would never betray him
However, he still feels a little annoyed when he sees you chatting happily with a boy, so he always goes near you
The days after he feels that mild jealousy, he tries to stay closer to you, working from home and sleeping all night with you (yes, I think he works partly at nights because of the band), and he confesses to you many times his love for you and how much he cares for you
"I love you so much, you know that?" "Yes, you told me that about ten times today."
Nevertheless, he never tries to distance you from guys, because he thinks it isn't right towards you: he thinks, just as you don't stop him from talking to women, he shouldn't do that either
H. Ren
Like Nobu, he also rarely gets jealous, but he feels very insecure when he sees you with another guy
However, unlike him, he puts aside his insecurity and, acting tough, he approaches you and hugs you from behind, glaring at the boy you were chatting with
"What are you talking about, darling?"
As soon as you two are alone, though, he starts holding you tighter, but without hurting you, and allows his insecurities to return: "(Y/N), you're happy with me, right?"
He needs a good dose of reassurance from you to make all his insecurities stop
I. Takumi
He's certainly the most jealous and possessive of all the characters: in fact, it's very likely you two often argue due to his excessive jealousy and possessiveness
When he notices you're with a boy, he immediately runs goes to you and hugs you tightly to make him go away
If the guy doesn't get the hint, he kisses you very passionately
"What did you do, Takumi?!" "You're mine, and that was too close to you!"
He remains angry for days after becoming jealous and, out of spite, he may even date other women, just to "return the favor"
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summary ➳ for four times, you and ren had to shut down rumors of you dating each other. by the fifth time, though, the two of you had to shut it down for a whole different reason.
pairings ➳ ren renrawin aira x male reader
warnings ➳ fluff, angst, foul language, teasing from everyone, best friends to lovers, renrawin aira is hot (as expected), arranged marriage but with consent, tooth rotting sweetness, soft ren, reader being extremely sweet-tooth (always eating sweets), jealousy, mention of same sex marriage not being allowed, insecurity, gender envy (?), drinking, istg it’s happy ending
author’s note ➳ still confused how gorya chose the too many red flags half american dude over the walking green flag ren, but that’s the original plot so it’s not like i can complain. i’d fucking kneel for ren anyday— 🧎🏻
Gorya watched you and Ren talk to each other at the second floor of Köcher High’s canteen from the first floor, the two of you sitting on the brown couch that F4 always uses, seemingly minding your own business. However, to everyone witnessing your interaction together didn’t think of it that way.
To them, it looked like you and Ren are in your own world where no other people are visible except the other. Freaking out over things as small as that is quite ridiculous, but Gorya found herself unable to disagree with them, because you really looked like you’re in your own world. Setting it aside, another thing that made Gorya unable to disagree with them was how close you were sitting from each other — Ren’s shoulder was touching yours as he was practically glued to your side, faces only inches away, and not only are both of you unbothered, but even dared leaning in a few times to whisper in the other’s ear when there’s something to say despite the amount of space left to laze around.
Understandably, everyone saw all the whispering and chuckling among yourselves as flirty gestures, which is why none of them could keep themselves from glancing at you two with question after question rising in their heads. Even Gorya, who’s been hanging out with F4 for more than few months now, was questioning your relationship as it seems both platonic and romantic at the same time, and no one could really figure out whether you liked each other or not. She didn’t know if your relationship also confused other F4 members; they were never vocal about their confusion about it.
Gorya was supposed to be joining you and Ren over the couch, but couldn’t make an attempt to walk upstairs and risk herself becoming a third wheel. Your conversation within yourselves is always something that other people doesn’t understand or can’t catch up to — sometimes, you’ll even throw in some inside jokes that left even the other F4 members confused. Everyone who’s around you two feels very out of place despite your attempts at conversing with them as well; you and Ren often holds this silent conversation through eye contact that unintentionally made anyone a third wheel.
It’s better to be alone than be a third wheel to more than friends but less than lovers partners.
Deciding to focus on her lunch instead, Gorya shakes her head at herself for being so curious of your relationship more than she should be and begins to eat in comfortable silence, occasionally stealing glances at the both of you to find you still in your own world. She wondered if you or Ren ever asked yourselves why it’s taking so long for other members to arrive, but then, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise either if you were completely fine ‘cause you’ve got more time to spend with each other without having to pay attention to somebody else. Not that you thought Thyme, Kavin and MJ any less; they’re your best friends and you’ll do anything for them, it’s just that your and Ren’s bond simply cannot be compared to anyone’s.
Squeals erupting from the girls nearby forced Gorya to lift her head up and see what they were freaking out over again, and raised her brows in both surprise and interest when she was met with the sight of Ren gently trailing his hand on your face. Starting from your forehead, slowly down to your eyebrows and tracing them each, then from the bridge to the tip of your nose, to your closed eyes, to each of your cheeks, dropping at your jaw, before going over to trace your lips too. Such a soft yet intimate gesture no friends would ever give each other. At least, not those who consider each other entirely platonic.
Ren had his eyes on you the entire time, following his hand everywhere it went. But everyone in the canteen noticed how he swallowed and flashed them a sight of his wet muscle as he wet his lips when he was tracing your lips, hidden desire flaming in his strong yet tender gaze. You still had your eyes closed, unaware of the boy’s growing urge to kiss you, almost innocent.
When you opened your eyes all of a sudden, Ren forced himself to break out of the bubble of desires he unknowingly surrounded himself in, holding eye contact with you for a few more moments before moving his hand up to ruffle your hair and mess it up in attempt to hide the heat forming on his cheeks. You laughed (not a sound anyone can hear often with your colder than ice personality, mind you. Ren seems to be the only one who could actually make you laugh) and shoved him away playfully, causing the same sound to leave Ren’s lips too. Complains spilled from your pouting lips as you attempt to fix your ruined hair, all jokes and playful, and Ren shakes his head at you with a biggest smile anyone had ever seen him have.
That was an adorable moment, which unfortunately increased the curiosity most people have regarding your relationship. And there isn’t anything wrong with being curious or interested, but sometimes it’s bad to vocalize it because it can break the atmosphere anyone previously had, especially when expressing curiosity about one’s privacy; love life.
“P’Ren, P’(Y/n), are you two dating?”
Gorya wanted to smack the living shit out of the girl who questioned, or moreover, squealed out.
The smile on both of your faces fell almost immediately as you and Ren turn sharply to give her a look, one that Gorya could read as mixture of none of your business, annoyance, who the hell are you?, and read the room. It makes the girl flinch, her previous smile dropping to be replaced by a look of confusion and fright.
The question undoubtedly made both of you annoyed, not because it’s often being thrown at you but because of its irrelevance. Ren didn’t know why people were so curious whether you two were together or not. You didn’t know why they kept asking things that doesn’t concern them in any way. So understandably, you two were annoyed that your only comfortable intimate moment was cut short by just some random chick hoping to get fed with an update to her newly found reality drama.
Neither of you ever responded to the rumors or anyone asking about your relationship before, shrugging them off your shoulders without a word everytime it was brought up, but you couldn’t help but have a say in this moment since the atmosphere you’ve created for one another has been demolished by a complete outsider.
“No, the fuck we’re not. Is that the answer you were hoping for?” You spoke rather rudely, one arm resting on the back of the couch as your other hand was grabbed by Ren to rub it soothingly, in hopes of calming your annoyance down. It did work, but you still had your eyes glaring strongly at the girl.
The whole cafeteria went silent. You’ve only ever been cold yet calm all this time; the one who always outwardly spoke rudely or was in any way aggressive was Thyme out of F4, though he slowly grew softer after meeting Gorya, so seeing you like this intimidated and quite frightened them a lot. Thyme was the only one they feared before because of other members being chill including you, but now, they certainly had you to be afraid of. Thyme’s wrath used to be the worst thing they believed in. Not so much after they saw the clear disdain and irritation in your eyes.
Ren didn’t seem to be fazed by your answer as you turn and lean back on the couch, focusing your attention on his hand squeezing yours repeatedly. A gesture he always used when he wanted you to pay no mind to anyone else but him. You squeezed back without much deeper thought and generally felt a smile appear on his ethereal face, followed by a soft chuckle you got accustomed on hearing over the past years you’ve known him.
Subconsciously, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips as he let go of your hand to grab his sketchpad and pen that were left on the couch by his side the moment you sat beside him. Ren was actually drawing you before your comforting presence joined him, which is why he had been touching your face couple of minutes ago to be able to draw your face better and as perfect as he could. You deserve a professionally and perfectly drawn portrait, not a half-assed shits amateur artists create.
Watching him return to his sketchpad while occasionally glancing up at your face, you shake your head with a smile before reaching over to the table to take a strawberry flavored macaron from the sweets-filled golden plate.
“What was my sweetheart in french again?”
You groaned at the question and leaned back, letting your head drop on the back of the brown leather couch, and stuffed the strawberry macaron into your mouth. “Ren, as much as I love you using french, I’d prefer you using our own language.” Your voice came muffled due to the currently being eaten sweets.
He laughs, “How about Teerak then?”
Holding a thumbs up, you simply worked on chewing and swallowing the macaron without uttering a word.
“Okay. Teerak, it is.”
Ren was glad you pretended not to notice his smile turning into a happy and satisfied grin of getting to write the endearment on the upper side of your portrait he drew, or the fact that he directed it to you.
𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
Being one of the influential family in Thailand, your parents including you to their business matters was inevitable. You were given the responsibility to handle many of the (L/n) charity events, where you attempt to make improvements regarding any type of issues in Thailand, such as helping PWD get a job easier, donating a lot of things to orphanages, opening a specific hospital for those that lacks financially, signing petitions, helping to create a safe place for people from LGBTQIA+ community— basically doing things other influential people had never done nor considered to.
Your parents only entrusted you with the charity events and gave you permission to do whatever you want as long as it benefitted everyone or even Thailand itself (they made you swear you’re not going to abuse the power); neither of them had let a word slip of what you should or shouldn’t be doing, because they knew better than anyone you’re intelligent enough to have already figured out what to do, they honestly didn’t even have to say a word. And needless to say, you were damn good at everything. You definitely knew what to do for charities — you knew giving money and donating aren’t just what charity events are.
So understandably, you were extremely busy. Sometimes, there are days you can’t even go to Köcher because of anything, everything you were doing and still wanted to do, but the teachers and your friends understood.
Ren understood it more than anyone, as expected, but as he sits with his friends in a restaurant inside the mall they’ve been shopping at non-stop, he can’t help but miss your presence pretty badly. He was sitting beside MJ and Aum while the other four, Thyme, Gorya, Kavin and Kaning respectively in that order, sat on the opposite booth. There isn’t particularly anything to make him miss you so much since none of them thankfully fell into a lovey-dovey act and he hasn’t yet to experience being a fifth wheel, but just seeing F4 with their own lovers did that trick more than it should.
Usually, plastering on a poker face is what Ren is extremely good at. With his calm and collected demeanor, accompanied by the ability to not let his emotions get the best of him, he was practically the master of hiding what he felt behind neutral look and expressionless mask. He was good at pushing his emotions back down and stepping on them, turning them as good as nothing, as if they never once flowed through his body. However, when you’re in the picture, Ren seems to lose his title as the master. Everything he’s been holding back all this time explodes in places, whether it be seen through his eyes, facial expression, body language, or the way he speaks. It’s like your existence is all it takes for his poker face to come off naturally, never sticking back onto his face again as long as you’re near.
It got to the point his usual demeanor collapses just by thinking about you.
No one knows why he seems to be frightened of stepping from the line of friends over to lovers, why you seemed to be terrified of admitting whatever you felt for each other. Perhaps, being inseparable best friends should’ve explained that well more than anything— but really, how in the hell are you two blind at the same time and unable to see the way you behave around each other?
“Here are the beef steak and french fries. We’ll bring the last of your orders as soon as possible.” The waitress professionally informs the group when Kavin and MJ took the served foods from her with polite smiles on their faces, slightly bowing her head in respect before walking away to take orders from another table.
They had been eating and talking for about two hours now, their table littered with many dishes which had been previously ordered the moment everyone settled themselves comfortably on their seats. The beef steak and french fries are two to the last orders they had, Aum digging for the steak almost instantly while Thyme begins to shove one fries after another into his mouth like a child, with Gorya laughing at his childishness.
Ren shakes his head, smile across his lips. He did miss you a lot, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t enjoy being with his friends, especially now that three girls got added to their inner circle (you were already sort of a member of F4 before the whole thing with Gorya). Though, it’ll certainly be better if you were here. A ding erupts from his phone that was resting above the table and Ren doesn’t think for a second to check, eyes brightening immediately after realizing you’re the one who sent a text.
『 How’s the outing going? Hope you’re not having too much fun without me ;) 』
Completely letting go of his emotions, happiness clouds the air around him as he types out a reply, mood striking high off the ceiling and eyes focusing entirely on the screen of his phone. Almost automatically, everyone shifts their gaze towards him in sync at his sudden giddiness and the warmth as well as joy beginning to practically radiate from him. As expected, it was quick for them to figure out you’re the cause behind a sound of notification that almost never goes on no matter the hell Ren was doing.
『 Pretty fun, so far. It feels like something’s missing without you, though. I miss you. 』
『 Miss you too :( Don’t worry, I’ll be able to hang out with you guys soon. I’ll update you every three hours, okay? 』
『 You don’t have to if you can’t. I’ll be fine :) 』
『 I do what I want. You have no say in it, Ren 』
A very entertained and amused chuckle erupted from his throat at your bossy reply. At a time like this when you handle things in your family’s business, you get bossy sometimes without meaning to, but it isn’t the kind that makes Ren annoyed. He found it adorable, actually, since you seem to only boss him around and not anyone else.
His laugh definitely caused a curiosity to rise within his friends as everyone looked at MJ and Kavin nodded his head towards Ren, silently asking him to peek over the phone. The mafia’s son nods in acceptance of his request, slowly but unnoticeably leaning his body on Ren’s direction and tilting his head back a little in effort to read the messages. His eyes quickly scanned the screen before straightening his posture again, meeting their questioning gazes. He mouths your name as confirmation to all of their previous internal guess.
Once it was confirmed, everyone nods in sync with a smile spreading across their faces, except Aum who still wasn’t used to your and Ren’s behavior towards each other. She got added to the inner circle only recently, so there were many questions forming in her mind about this whole friendship as well as Ren’s relationship with you, but hadn’t yet to develop the courage to ask anything in fear of saying something that could offend anyone. She didn’t know the line she shouldn’t cross, being new and all, and it was better to not risk anything than risk anything at all.
As they went back to eating and talking with one another about basically random topics, Ren continues to talk to you through his phone for few more minutes before you had to leave because of another duty. Every single one of his friends, even those who aren’t the closest to him, doesn’t forget to leave him alone all the time whenever your presence is recognized by him in any way, sort of accepting the fact that you always comes first to Ren no matter what.
“What did (Y/n) say?” Kaning vocalizes her question after Ren placed his phone back on the table to continue eating.
Out of F4 and their infamous best friend who never wanted to be apart of them despite being equally close to them, Kaning preferred you the most, even before she met any of you because of Gorya’s description that you were the kindest although your cold demeanor overlooked that. And much to her surprise, you became her boy best-best friend after getting to know each other.
A smile immediately dances across Ren’s lips, remembering your conversation. “He’s still busy, apparently. But he’ll make time to update me every three hours. I said he didn’t have to, but (Y/n) shut me down with his usual I don’t get to have a say in it. Pretty bossy, if you ask me.” He complained, but the look on his face said otherwise.
Thyme chuckled, “You love it when he bosses you around though. Don’t you, you punk?” Playfully kicking Ren under the table, he earns a soft laughter from the said male as Gorya and MJ smiles teasingly at him.
“You don’t have the right to tease me, Thyme. Gorya has you completely wrapped around her fingers.”
The Paramaanantra’s jaw drops at that, eyes widening and seemingly offended, before going through his usual childish denial. “That’s not true! I mean, I do anything for her but I’m not like you who likes being bossed around, I’d rather be the one to boss her around.” He rambled, making Gorya give him a look. “And she does everything I ask so as a matter of fact, she’s the one wrapped around my fingers, Ren. Not the other way around.” Uttering them with absolute confidence, Thyme crossed both arms over his chest as he leans back on the chair, cocky smirk adorning his face.
The others watched in amusement, knowing all too well how Gorya manages to beat him up whenever he got on her nerves. As expected, she rolled her eyes at his cockiness before stomping her foot to step on Thyme’s, causing him to cry out in pain immediately and hold his foot.
“What was that for!?”
“You deserved it, man.” MJ pointed a finger at him with a laughter as if to emphasize his point.
Ren shakes his head at their playful banter, smiling at the waitress when the last of their orders came through. “Uh- excuse me. can I also order a (f/d) with takeout, please?” He ordered without looking back at the menus, almost automatically.
The waitress nods her head. “Shall I include plastic utensils as well?”
“No, no need for that. Thank you.”
Not a question fell anyone’s lips of who Ren ordered the food for as they kept having fun. Even though Aum wasn’t used to the way you and Ren behave with each other, she knew the takeout was for you, since MJ had informed her beforehand that there’ll be times when Ren looks like he treats you more special than them. It doesn’t take a smarthead to realize this is what he was talking about.
Soon enough, their fun afternoon hours near the end as the plates become empty, and all of them eventually found themselves exiting the restaurant with full stomachs, content and happy. Kavin and Kaning doesn’t waste time to hold hands as soon as they got out, being the most affectionate couple.
One of Ren’s hands moved to shove itself into the pocket of his light colored trousers, subconsciously finding the warmth of your hand or your warmth in general, the other holding the takeout. Ren doubts you miss him as much as he does, but comparing it doesn’t really seem like a good thing, since you both missed each other the same. Times like this reminds him of how the two of you act like lovers when in reality, neither of you are brave enough to cross the line of well-developed, healthy friendship. He was afraid of destroying his only comfort zone just because of stupid feelings; losing you will crumble his world down and might pull at his sanity, so it’s way better staying as your more than best friend than becoming a complete stranger.
“Oh, Ren!” His name falling from Kavin’s mouth snaps him out of his plaguing thoughts, and he turns to look at the former playboy questioningly. “Do you have anywhere else to go? We all went to places we wanted, it’s your turn to pick now.”
“Alice in Sweetsland.” The title of your favorite sweets and desserts shop slipped past Ren’s lips before he could process, making even him slightly surprised at how his body seems to have a mind of its own whenever he thinks about you — it just wants to do anything that makes you smile or happy. But then, Ren himself also wants to do that.
Fuck. He really does like you, doesn’t he?
Ignoring the teasing look Kavin shot him at his quick response, Ren calmly proceeds to walk towards the direction of the shop followed by his friends, hearing Thyme’s complains of how his teeth hurts just from thinking about that store because of how the entire place was literally packed with any kind of sweets from all around the world.
As soon as all of them walked past the cutely decorated entrance of the store, they were greeted by a woman dressed in suits. “Mr. Aira, welcome back! You brought your friends today.” She greeted cheerfully with a polite and kind smile. Gorya, Kaning and Aum looks around in awe, suddenly feeling out of place with how expensive everything looked, eyes twinkling brightly due to the sight of many sweets.
“Ah, yes. No (Y/n) for today.” Ren smiled as she automatically takes the takeout from him to place inside a small locker, where all belongings aside from bags occupied the locked sections. He’s been a regular customer since he was only ten years old — his parents allowing him to buy things for you, knowing you love sweets and desserts. They might’ve been aware of his feelings for you too, maybe that’s why they let him spoil you rotten at such a young age.
The woman chuckles, “Sir, all of the sellers are aware that you only come here to buy sweets for Mr. (L/n). That trick doesn’t work on any of us.”
Ren chuckles in response, grabs a basket, before walking at a certain direction to where macarons are, already familiar of what kind of sweets are in every section. Each couples decide to explore the store and find sweets they like, scattering around with a quick wave of the hand, Thyme and Kavin and MJ wanting to buy any for their girlfriends.
Placing the large box of macarons into the basket, Ren moves to the next section where desserts are stored in a plastic cup container, picking out ones you would like. You’re not a picky eater when it comes to sweets/desserts, so he quickly chose five mango graham float and five oreo float as his picks. Walking further, he came across a cookie section, where he takes different kinds of cookies each in a box without looking at the price and place them inside his basket. This — moving from one section to another and set his picks down in the basket — continued on for a while until he settles himself beside Aum, who seemed to be having a hard time choosing a cake.
“You don’t have to think about the price, you know.” Reminded Ren, making Aum shift her gaze to him. “MJ wants you to buy your favorite cake that you’ll enjoy eating. He really doesn’t care about how much it costs.”
She sighs, “I know... I’m just not used to it yet, I guess.”
“Well, maybe it’s about time you get used to it.” He concluded, crouching a little as his finger traced along the glass while picking your favorite flavor. “All of us are kind of the same, we want to spoil our loved ones. Except for Thyme ‘cause he sucks at this.” Chuckling in amusement, he straightened his posture to order the (f/f) cake.
Aum smiles tightly, contemplating whether to ask him or not. Though, MJ told her Ren wouldn’t mind getting any questions, so she pushed the words out of her mouth. “Hey, uh... Can I ask about you and (Y/n)?” She hesitantly begins.
“Sure.” He waved as gesture for her to shoot her question.
“Are you two, like... dating each other?”
Ren paused, only about a split second, and turned to look at her with soft eyes. “No, we’re just... closer than best friends.” There was a hint of pain in his tone, which didn’t go unnoticed by Aum, who looks surprised.
“I thought you two were dating.”
“Yeah, so did everyone else.” A sad smile spreads across his lips. “I don’t think we’ll ever cross that line. I’m not brave enough to destroy our friendship for my feelings, and he only reciprocates how I treat him, not because he feels that way about me too.”
Without thinking further, Aum places her hand on his shoulder comfortingly, a soft smile on her face. “Ren, I know it’s scary, but it’s better to try telling him than regret not telling him. You won’t know what will happen without trying.” She gave him a light squeeze before pulling away and going back on choosing a cake.
Different thoughts filled Ren’s mind, one hand shoving inside his pocket again.
Aum was right, but how was he supposed to do that when there’s a possibility you’ll stop smiling for him — to him, after confessing his feelings?
After receiving the cake she just ordered, the girl gives him an encouraging smile before making her way over to MJ, who was watching their interaction quietly from the side. As much as he wanted to be the one to remind that relief is better than regret, Ren is quite stubborn when it comes to his own feelings; the type who’d rather take his secret to the grave than reveal it at all. Ren needs someone who isn’t the very closest to him, someone who is new yet managed to notice everything that’s going on between you and him.
Aum practically volunteered to be that position.
“He’s afraid of ruining his friendship with (Y/n), but none of us knows what’ll happen until he tries, right?” The girl said, handing the chosen cake to her boyfriend.
MJ nodded with a subtle proud smile spreading across his lips, “Right. I don’t think it’ll take long for him to realize they’re meant to be together, though. The whole universe is practically on their side; only an idiot wouldn’t notice that.”
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
Even after it’s been a week and three days since the last you spent time with Ren and the group, you suddenly started to believe taking a break from business and hanging out with them was a bad idea — especially when Ren’s attention is solely focused on the unknown girl as of the moment, as if you weren’t there. Thyme and Gorya keeps glancing at your way worriedly because of the sudden silence that consumed you. It isn’t unusual that you’re quiet; you’ve been like that since you were a kid accompanied by coldness and an intimidating resting bitch face, and you often ignored the people around except F4. But it is unusual for you to be so quiet when Ren is just within your reach.
The girl was a kind person, you can easily see it through her politeness towards everyone and how she treats the servants in this party your parents threw as a way to congratulate you for the success of helping many residents in Thailand. Which is why when you saw signs of her subtly flirting with Ren, such as the light ‘accidental’ touching, the light laughs that sounds obviously forced, the non-stop blinking of her eyes which almost made her look like she got something on them, and the once-in-a-while flirtatious tone she uses to talk, you can’t do or say anything to make her stop. She was a good person, also a kind one at that, and you felt bad about ripping her chance to shreds by interrupting and stealing Ren away.
And who are you to do that, anyway? Best friend? Closest friend? Family friend? Less than lover soulmate? None of them gave you the right to interrupt them.
What hurt you was the fact you can’t help but realize they look good together. They fit well and got along perfectly fine, the girl is as nice as Ren which says a lot, and she was a woman. A woman who’s allowed by your country itself to get married to a man — a woman who’s actually capable of starting a family, if Ren asks for it. If Ren falls in love with her. Everything is a big ifs and whatnot, but you were certain she could make him feel content than you ever could. You were certain he’ll be happy with her, if they end up falling in love with each other.
Your heart ached at the thought, wetting your lips anxiously and averting your eyes from them in a quick motion, instead settling to stare at your half-empty glass on the high rise table. Your parents were considerate enough to prepare ordinary round tables by the dining area and high rise tables and chairs by the bar to fit the atmosphere, knowing you preferred high rise ones when drinking. The high rise tables were big enough for your group, which is how you all managed to sit by one another, but it left an empty seat beside Ren who was sitting in front of you and the girl took that spot since she already knew him.
It’s almost a fucking torture, having to see her flirting with the boy you were crushing on, but there’s nothing you can do.
You fiddled with your hands below the table.
Insecurities begin to bubble within you, an occurrence that always seems to happen when someone’s interested in Ren, especially if that someone’s a female. When it’s a male, you wouldn’t have trouble stepping up and stealing him away immediately, but when a female comes, you always find yourself holding back, overthinking, assuming perhaps Ren liked their attention deep down. Your confidence crumbles until there’s nothing left, self-consciousness starts to haunt you like the Boogeyman, doubt of self-worth boils in your chest. Even though you absolutely liked him romantically, and you’re confident that he could never replace you in his life, the existence of women pulls you down to the mud. It keeps you there, screaming he’ll never like you the way you do, because you’re not a woman.
Ren had never confirmed his sexuality, but somehow, you can’t stop yourself from thinking you’ll never be good enough as long as you’re a man. And it utterly shattered your heart. Made it throb painfully, like it was being crushed with bare hands.
As if that wasn’t enough, the girl uttered a question you heard almost a hundred times before that both you and Ren turned down without much thought. “Tell me honestly, Ren. Are you and (Y/n) dating?”
Ren chuckles, shaking his head. “No, we’re not. You already know we’re just closer than normal best friends.”
His response was what the two of you have been telling everyone all this time and shouldn’t have hurt you that much. However, with all the vulnerability, insecurity, overthinking, self-doubt, overwhelming feelings of missing Ren, and other bunch of fucking bullshit piling up after another in your body, you couldn’t help the sharp inhale of breath when a pain suddenly pierced your chest. Unbelievably, it made the back of your eyes sting too, with tears beginning to well up, slowly blurring your vision. Your lip quivered.
Thyme, who was paying attention to you ever since Ren became busy with the girl, immediately took notice of your state and nudged Kavin with his foot, careful not to touch the wrong person’s. Kavin looks at you when Thyme nodded his head at your direction, and worry clouds his face in an instant. “(Y/n), are you okay?” The former playboy asked in a whisper. Kaning hears it from beside him and peeks to see your trembling form, concern plastering her face.
You sniffled, clearing your throat and blinking rapidly to force the tears back. “Uh- Yeah, yeah, I’m—” A short laugh was forced out of your throat, “Why wouldn’t I be? I just, uh- I think I need a moment alone.” You don’t wait for a response before spinning on your chair and abruptly pushing yourself off to let your feet land on the floor, beginning to walk off.
Almost instantly, Ren realized you were walking away and pulled his attention away from the girl. “(Y/n)? Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.” You stopped to answer without looking back. His brows furrowed quickly at the cold tone you used, unnerved by the sudden change of your treatment, and opened his mouth halfway to question more before being interrupted by your firm voice, “Don’t follow me. I want to be alone.” He shuts his mouth with a hurt and disbelieving look on his face.
Feeling his eyes pierce the back of your head, you continued to walk away from the party outside the balcony, where you could breathe a fresh air and let the pain in your heart calm down, at least for a while. You’re not used to avoiding Ren and it honestly hurt to say those words to him, but this was better than be there and torture yourself by watching them interact. You shouldn’t make it obvious that you’re jealous and hurt everytime a woman flirts with him, yet at the same time, you knew there’s no reason to be. Being Ren’s best friend doesn’t mean you have the right to get jealous or be hurt when he seems to be close at finding love.
You desperately wanted to be happy for him. They’re not together, but soon enough, Ren will find someone to spend the rest of his life with. Someone who’ll be there for him, take care of him, hang out with him, love him. Someone who deserves his love. You wanted to— have to learn to be happy for him.
But, as much as you hope it will be easy, you knew deep down it won’t be.
Fuck, Ren is your everything, for god’s sake. He was your happiness, a motivation, an inspiration, the will to keep going with your life, the light to your darkness, the one keeping you from losing yourself. He was your soulmate that the universe let you choose on your own — and it also cruelly let him choose his on his own.
How are you supposed to learn and practice to be happy for him if your world literally revolves around him?
How are you supposed to live if Ren ends up choosing someone that isn’t you? It hurt too much to think, but thinking is as far as you can do because oftentimes, destiny is not on your side. Neither are luck, fortune, nor fate, and nothing else can be done to change that.
Gripping the railing until knuckles turned white, you fought the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
You shouldn’t have finished your charity business if this was what you were coming back to.
The group that fell into awkward silence after your departure find annoyance growing within everyone — including Gorya, Kaning and Aum — as the girl attempts to catch Ren’s attention again by starting a conversation, which isn’t supposed to be a bad thing, only if she picked the right words to speak.
“It’s okay, P’Ren. Just leave him be. He’s always alone anyway.”
Thyme scowled at that. You’re never alone, Ren’s always with you and even if he wasn’t there, they were. Your friends were. Kavin and MJ exchanged a look as they internally agreed with each other that this girl were feigning kindness to get what she want, to make everyone assume she was this sweet girl who deserves to be loved, specifically by Ren— but the two male felt it to be more than just that, like she knew you would react negatively to her presence in this table and triggered your emotions purposely to get you out of the picture. She made you believe she deserves Ren more than you do.
Gorya, Kaning and Aum frowns in sync. Their eyes usually holding softness and tenderness were now glaring calmly at her, a sudden urge to be defensive of their boy best-best friend slowly bubbling within their bodies as they feel threatened by the girl. You’ve been like a protective older brother to them ever since your first meet with each other, and felt equally protective of you as you are of them.
Snapping his gaze towards the girl, Ren immediately avoids her hand that raised to touch his shoulder and scoots his chair away after realizing how close they were, her shoulder just barely touching his. Did you get upset by their close proximity? Were you jealous? Were you angry that he wasn’t paying attention to you at all? Now that he thinks about what could’ve gone so wrong that made you walk out, plenty of them appeared in his mind one by one and every single one of them made him curse himself. You must’ve felt hurt that your best friend was ignoring you, even if it was unintentional.
Since the day at Alice in Sweetsland where he was encouraged by the least person he expected to get encouragement from, he’s been thinking about you ten times more than before. It’s gradually getting worse and his feelings were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore or push aside, growing as each day passes even though he’s been deprived of your presence for a week and three days. You always plagued his thoughts wherever he goes; everyday, Ren was starting to have a hard time pretending to just be platonic best friends with you and it caused him to be a bit vulnerable. He didn’t know if he could contain himself once he sees you again, and after seeing you today with those fucking suits on that made you even more attractive than you already were, Ren was certain almost immediately he won’t last long. As simple as looking at you will make something inside him snap and do something he’ll definitely regret, so a very simple idea crossed his mind— try not to look at you for the entire day.
Therefore, Ren talking to the girl was just him attempting to not fall for you more than he already was. He honestly had no care to what she was saying; talking to her only caused his mind to replace her with you, as if you were the one speaking with him and not this girl he couldn’t even be bothered to know the name of, then you suddenly gave him the cold shoulder and walked away, and he caught glimpse of a tear escaping from the corner of your eyes, and— shit, he fucked up, didn’t he?
With realization plastered on his face, Ren turns to look at his friends for confirmation. No words had to be said for them to understand what was in his mind as they don’t hesitate to give him a nod, which sent Ren to practically shoot up from the chair and run off to find you, attention no longer on the girl beside him.
“You should probably leave,” Kaning was the first to speak as soon as Ren was out of sight. The three F4 raised their brows in surprise at her cold and sharp tone that had a hint of disdain, directed at the attention-seeker. “None of us think you belong here.”
“Especially after what you did.” The next was Aum, whose gaze was piercing right through her soul, protectiveness making its appearance.
Gorya honestly thought it’s unnecessary and not right to gang up on her, but she would never hesitate to defend you from a bitch like that. “Making him doubt himself by doing things to trigger it is really a shitty thing to do. I’m sorry to say this, but Ren wasn’t interested in you nor anything you said. He was just using you to push aside his feelings for (Y/n), and that’s bad, but I think you kind of deserve it with the way you tried to treat (Y/n).” Everyone’s eyes widened at the harshness of her words and expected her to feel guilty right after uttering them, but she seems to hold her ground as she stared coldly at the girl.
Uncomfortable and hurt by each of the clear unacceptance by the whole group, tears filled her eyes before she leaves without another word, thankfully seeing the signs she didn’t belong within their inner circle. Relief flooded everyone as soon as her presence was no longer near.
Not wanting to waste an opportunity to tease his girlfriend, Thyme wraps an arm around Gorya’s shoulders as a proud and smug look appeared on his face. “That was really harsh, Gorya. You sure you don’t want to go apologize to her?”
She lightly shoved him away, but not enough to separate them, and smiled. “I don’t think I have to apologize for saying the truth, but I admit it came out harsher than intended.” Her lips form a pout, “It just made me upset that she was in the way of (Y/n) and Ren finally getting together. I’ve been rooting for them since the beginning.” A sigh escapes.
MJ leans in with a teasing look, together with Kavin who had a teasing smirk as well. “Didn’t you have a crush on Ren back then?” The former playboy questioned playfully.
Her eyes immediately sends them a glare. “No, that was only for like a day before I met (Y/n).”
“Well, don’t we all root for them to get together?” Aum asks rhetorically, already knowing the answer. “I think we don’t have to worry that much anymore.”
Everyone immediately nods at that, no doubts filling their mind. Your feelings for each other are freeing itself from the chains you use to hold it down, wanting to be expressed and be known. It’s only a matter of time before they explode and push you both to confess to each other. Just a little more wait.
𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
On second thought, everyone had to worry that much about it.
A defeated sigh erupts in the living room of Aira residence every five minutes, accompanied by the constant dialing sound coming from Ren’s phone on speaker mode. Kavin and MJ shares a look with each other from across their troubled friend as they stood there, arms crossed above their chests, before shifting their gaze back to Ren, who was holding a half empty glass to his lips and drinking whiskey. After few more seconds, the dialing finally comes to stop and a robotic voice calls out from the screen, “Sorry, the number you dialled cannot be reached. Please try again later, or leave a—” It didn’t get to finish as Ren tapped the red button.
With a frustrated groan, he slammed his glass on the table and ignored the way Kavin and MJ flinched at the loud sound, burying his face in his hands. He’s been trying to call you for three days now, all which ended in going straight to voicemail with no signs of being answered. Ever since the incident at the party, you’ve been avoiding Ren like the plague for five days and doing a damn great job at not running into him anywhere, even at those places he knew you loved. For two days, Ren tried talking to you in person with everything he can, only to fail miserably, so he didn’t have any other options but to call your number, which is yet to succeed even after three days.
Everyone quickly picked up on what was happening and drew the line when all of them witnessed you leaving after someone announced Ren’s arrival was nearing. With Ren asking for you and his mood obviously dropping almost six feet under after hearing you left, they were all certain you’ve decided to avoid him, much to their surprise. Which then leads to Gorya, the captain of getting you two together, commanding Kavin and MJ to look after Ren while she and Thyme checks up on you. Both the playboy and mafia’s son didn’t mind helping Ren— they actually wanted to, but seeing what kind of state he’s in right now after arriving to his house made them reconsider if they still wanted to help.
Everything was a fucking mess. Nearly three liquor bottles laid on the floor and two other were on the coffee table, one already half empty. Drawing and painting tools were scattered around as a canvas stood not far from him, painted with a portrait of you. His sketchbook laid on the couch untouched, as if it hasn’t been used for so long. Ren himself was... well, obviously a mess, but still looking as clean and indie as ever. It appears he’s still pushing to take care of himself even though anything else is a mess. The only problem was he’s drinking heavily, which is very unlike Renrawin Aira.
“This is gonna be harder than we thought.” Muttered MJ, watching Ren rub his face before reaching over to chug the rest of the remaining whiskey in his glass down his throat. Despite the three empty bottles laid carelessly on the floor and half empty bottle above the table, Ren didn’t seem drunk at all, just dejected as he keeps sighing in defeat. He probably didn’t drink them all in one day; no matter what, he was always a responsible drinker and stopped before he could get drunk.
Kavin nods from beside MJ, uncrossing his arms to shove both hands inside the pockets of his trousers instead. “I honestly didn’t know he could drink this much though. (Y/n) really makes Ren do something he usually doesn’t, huh?” He couldn’t help the amusement that appeared across his face.
MJ hums in agreement before walking over and lightly patting his friend’s shoulder, taking the glass from him. “Ren, enough with that.” Ren didn’t even bother to protest as he slumped on the couch, leaning back. “Don’t be too down, (Y/n) never said anything about cutting off ties with you. Maybe he just needs space.” He comforted and sat down on the couch as Kavin comes over to sit on Ren’s opposite side.
“Yeah, you know he doesn’t avoid anyone without a proper reason.” Kavin chimes in. “We can help you talk to him if you want. I can call him and hand my phone to you if he answers.”
Another sigh — uncountable by now — escapes Ren as he folded his arms over his chest. “Won’t work. He’ll figure out you’re helping me.”
The two friends shared another look at that. It’s difficult coming up with solutions when the problem is you; you’re logically smart in terms of situation and could somehow come up with any idea that benefits you, without ever giving the other person a satisfaction. So, truth be told, anything they say would be useless against you because you often think one step ahead. They honestly didn’t know how to help Ren, considering the one he fell in love with is within the inner circle and a quite hard-to-get type of person, but wanted to — Ren deserves love after not finding for so long.
However, before any conclusion could form inside their heads that can possibly solve Ren’s problem, they heard the sound of front doors opening and slamming shut along with clicking of heels against the tiled floor, presumably nearing to where all three of them were gathered. Soon enters Montana Aira, Ren’s mother, with sunglasses raised to her hair like a headband and obviously expensive clothes. A grin spreads across her perfectly red lips as soon as she spotted them and makes her way over, confidence radiating off of her.
“Hi, boys!” She greets enthusiastically.
“Good evening, Mrs. Aira. It’s good to see you back.” Kavin greets back respectfully and moves over to peck her cheek, stepping back when MJ does the same as well.
Chuckling, Montana waves him off and sets her shopping bags down on the floor before her eyes catches all the bottles surrounding them. A frown replaced the look on her face. MJ cleared his throat after feeling the atmosphere shift suddenly and rubbed his hands, reluctantly speaking up. “Uh- Mrs. Aira, I swear it’s not what it looks like. We’re not getting ourselves wasted, Kavin and I were just looking after Ren.”
The woman sighs. She knew he was telling the truth; if they had been drinking heavily together, there should’ve been three glass on the table and not one. So that means Ren was drinking all of these whiskeys alone and had just been stopped by the two of them. With the amount of bottles, it’s hard not to notice Ren was troubled, and that neither Kavin nor MJ were successful in cheering him up due to the dejected look still evident on his face. Ren wasn’t even making eye contact, probably ashamed or embarrassed he was caught in this state by his own mother.
“Could you two give us a minute?” She uttered after a good moment of silence. Both of them nodded immediately and each gave an encouraging pat on Ren’s shoulder before walking out of the living room, out of earshot. Gorya assigned them to take care of him, so they had no plans of leaving him alone until they make sure he’s fine by himself.
Ren continued to avoid looking at her even after she sat down beside him, fiddling with his hands. Montana looked at it, then gently grabbed them to catch his attention, her eyes softening when they met his. “It’s very unlikely of you to drink this heavily. Tell me what’s troubling you, honey.” Tenderness filled every bit of her tone, and Ren couldn’t help but lean onto her.
It took him a bit of hesitation, but Ren decides to share nonetheless. “(Y/n)’s avoiding me,” Surprise coated her face. “I know it’s surprising, but it started at their party. I kind of wasn’t paying attention to him and was talking to this girl the whole time. I think he thought I was ignoring him and got hurt or upset. He’s been avoiding me a lot and not answering my calls. I don’t know what to do anymore.” He bites his lip when anxiousness start to wash over him.
What if you stopped talking to him? MJ said you’re not going to cut off ties with him, but what if you’re planning to? Is this the downfall or end of your friendship? How was he going to confess if you don’t even want to see or speak to him anymore? The questions felt heavy on his head, knowing there’s no one to provide answers.
“Oh, Ren...” Montana embraces him without second thought and rubs his back comfortingly. “It’s gonna be okay. You two are inseparable, honey. I don’t believe that’s enough to break you apart, (Y/n) loves you too much to let this be the end. He probably needs space or time to himself.”
Ren felt the back of his eyes sting because of her words. “He doesn’t love me as much as I love him, mom.” His voice was barely above whisper, but completely reached Montana’s ears.
“Are you two seeing each other?” She softly asked.
He shakes his head, burying his face on the crook of her neck. “I wish we were.” Quietly mumbling against her skin, Ren felt a tear roll down his cheek. It made him close his eyes as another escaped again, and another, and another, until they started overflowing.
Montana’s heart breaks upon feeling the wetness of his tears and continued to rub his back, this time accompanied by gentle pats to soothe him. But she knew he can never calm down — not unless it was you comforting him. “Tell him then.” That caused him to snap his eyes open and pull away to look at her as if she was insane. Montana only smiled. “Ren, he’ll never know how you feel about him if you don’t. Keeping this feelings inside will hurt you more than the possible rejection itself; you don’t even know if that’s his answer unless you confess.”
Ren looks down. “But what if it is, mom? We’ll just be a stranger to each other. I don’t want that.”
“Do you really think low of him that much?” His gaze snapped back to her once again, and the stern look on her face makes him press his lips into a thin line. “Renrawin Aira, do you think low of (Y/n) that much? That he’ll stop being friends with you after knowing what you feel about him? That he’ll throw it all away after everything you’ve been through together? After years of watching him grow up, I know (Y/n) is not someone who will let feelings destroy his friendship with others. How come you, who’s been with him through thick and thin, don’t know that?”
Those words were a slap to his face.
“I know you’re afraid, but let your feelings be free for once, and don’t be so certain of (Y/n)’s feelings for you. Your assumption isn’t always correct, Ren. It’s disrespectful to right out decide what he feels about you without actually hearing it from him.”
Slowly but surely, Ren was processing her words and agreeing with her.
Comfortable silence consumes the air around them as Ren begins to contemplate what to do, making sure to repeat everything she said in his mind. He was afraid of breaking you two apart, but isn’t that just an excuse to avoid his feelings? So he doesn’t have to say it out loud? So he doesn’t have to face it? Perhaps, being inexperienced in love made him such a coward to accept the fact he was in love with you, his best friend since ten years old, of all people. But then, maybe, he had already started liking you when he began buying your favorite sweets, no matter how expensive they were, just to see your smile.
Ren had only realized he was in love at his fifteenth birthday, when you dragged him across the world to London to celebrate and went on ice skating. He was so enchanted watching you skate and the moment your eyes met with his and a warm smile spreads across your face, his whole world turned upside down, butterflies filling his stomach.
It was the moment he knew he wanted to be your forever.
However, as most best friends who are in love with their own best friends do, he chickened out and selfishly decided it was better if his feelings remain locked inside — Ren could see it was selfish now, because his only thought in choosing that decision was to use the best friend card as an excuse to stay close to you as much as possible. It was solely out of personal gain.
With realization after realization occuring in his brain, Ren couldn’t help but let out the loudest sigh he’s ever produced this day. It’s unfair to you that he decided your feelings for you.
“Uhm, madame Montana?” Their servant’s voice snaps Ren out of his deep thoughts as both he and Montana looked at her. “Mr. (L/n)’s asking for your visit to their residence. He just called and asked me to tell you he wanted to discuss about something and to bring young master with you. He said young master (Y/n) is also present.”
A questioning look appears on Ren’s face as he turns to his mother, only to see her nod with an understanding look. Your father and Montana have been business partners for three years now, but more than that, they’ve been best friends since childhood and helped each other a lot through hard works, climbing to the top all by themselves with the support of their own lovers. Therefore, Montana could already guess he’s calling them over for both business matter and personal matter due to asking for Ren as well.
“I’ll go change my clothes.” Ren announced as soon as their servant was out of sight, hurriedly walking off without waiting for her reply. His demeanor seemed to have lighten up a little, subtle excitement shown to his movements as he used his long legs to skip few steps each time he went up, making Montana chuckle under her breath.
Her son became the absolute cutest when preparing himself for meet ups with you. However, she was worried about what will happen in this meeting, considering you seem like you don’t want to talk to him — at least not until you feel fine.
The drive to (L/n) residence was silent yet peaceful and comfortable despite Ren’s heart beating rapidly against his chest from nervousness. He didn’t know if you’ll let him in after avoiding him for so long; the (L/n) residence wasn’t entirely yours since your parents paid for the entire thing, but you still have the right to kick out any visitors, being the rightful owner due to them rarely coming home. You could make him stay outside the entire meeting, Ren doesn’t know what he’ll do if that happens.
Fortunately, you weren’t that cruel.
Answering the front doors, you only spared Ren a glance before opening them wider with a short and simple greeting to Montana. She smiles at you and shoots Ren a look of encouragement, then proceeds to stroll towards your father’s office confidently, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. Most of your servants stop for a split second to watch her.
For the first time ever in your friendship, Ren felt uneasy and awkward being with you. This never happened before, which made sadness cloud his chest at the clear indication that your relationship with each other had drastically changed, no matter how much neither of you want to admit it. He stared after you with a sad frown as you make your way towards where Montana had gone off to, looking back at him to gesture inside the office with only your head.
Ren tried his best to ignore the ache in his heart of you not speaking to him, and followed you inside.
Your father’s office was very neat. There were regular sized table and office chair on the left corner, surrounded by shelves that had documents, some picture frames, and very minimum amount of decorations on them. At the opposite corner, there laid two black leather couch facing each other with a coffee table in between. Beside the door was the largest bookshelf anyone had ever seen.
(Y/f/n) and Montana were sitting on one of the leather couches, waiting for them. “Take a seat, both of you.” The former gestures to the other couch.
No one made a move to complain, both you and Ren obeying (Y/f/n) and sitting down. You immediately stole a chocolate macaron away from the plate above the coffee table as soon as your body crashed with the soft surface, wasting no time to eat. Montana chuckles; you ate a lot, that still didn’t change. A small, unnoticeable smile spreads across Ren’s lips— at least you still have the sweets and desserts he bought for you stored somewhere within this residence.
“I’m sorry for the sudden call. I just couldn’t let it pass.” (Y/f/n) says, but you only stared at him while eating as Ren shakes his head to tell it was fine. “The thing is, Ten and I have been discussing about future businesses. This includes your future as well, but we didn’t make any decisions without your consent, of course.” Interest sparks in Ren at the mention of his father; he nods for the older male to continue. “We’re thinking about passing down some of our business to you and (Y/n), the ones that we know you’ll be able to handle. It’s all up to you whether you’ll accept them or not.”
Swallowing the shredded macaron down your throat, you lean over to take another one, but bubblegum flavor this time, as you speak up. “Well, couldn’t let good opportunities pass, could we? I’m all up for businesses as long as it’s not illegal, which I doubt there’s even one.” You then took a bite of the macaron, uncaring that your future’s already decided.
Ren nods to show his agreement to what you said, “That’s fine by me too.”
(Y/f/n) nods slowly, before shifting his gaze to Montana and glancing at the file beside the macarons filled plate. The woman sighs and opens the file, turning it around to face you two. “They also talked about how to make this businesses powerful and came up with one solution.” Montana states. Her eyes look at her son with concern, though it quickly vanishes, as she hesitated to continue.
“Which is?” Ren questioned curiously. You wanted to ask as well, but was too busy savouring the taste of your favorite sweets.
She sighed for the second time. “Marry you and (Y/n).”
His eyes immediately widened, before he quickly goes to pat your back when you choked on the macaron and began coughing uncontrollably. Reaching for the glass of water on the table, he hands it to you and you drink it almost eagerly, feeling relief wash over your body as the coughing stops. Slamming the glass back on the table, you looked at your father with wide eyes. “Are you being serious right now? Do you even realize how big of a decision this is?”
(Y/f/n) sighs and nods his head. It’s completely normal that you’re shocked by their decision; honestly, who wouldn’t be? Specially when you’re avoiding your best friend who you’re being told to marry. “We know that, son. Which is why we’re not forcing you to. You and Ren have a bright future ahead, we don’t want you to do something out of force or pressure and regret it. Marriage is your whole life, you shouldn’t just marry someone you can’t love. If you can’t look at each other that way, we can find other solutions.” He reassured firmly, eyes shifting from you to Ren.
The young Aira couldn’t entirely process what was being offered.
It’s practically his dream to stand in front of the altar wearing tuxedo or black suits, speak wedding vows together, slip a ring on each other’s finger, be pronounced as man and husband, all with you in the picture. He’s dreamt of it. He hoped for it deep inside, despite the denial he’s been having all this time. Somewhere within his consciousness, there are big celebration and explosive happiness all over the place, his joyful self jumping up and down in excitement. However, there is also one somewhere within himself, in which didn’t look too happy about the news, instead concerned for your future as you’ll be tied to him forever if you agree. He was torn between the two reactions.
“Can I know what benefit our marriage will have to our business?” You questioned. Ren’s heart dropped to his stomach; so there’s a possibility you can marry him only out of duty and not because you love him.
Montana shakes her head, “If you’re only going to make a decision based on how it’ll benefit the business, we’re not telling you a single thing.” You furrowed your brows, and she instantly goes to clarify. “This might help our business, but we would rather have no improvement than risk your happiness and future. (Y/f/n) wants you to think for yourself, (Y/n). Not for the business.”
“Then what about Ren? You’ll be risking his happiness too.”
Ren snapped his eyes to you, surprise written on his face.
“I’m a guy, dad. He deserves to marry a woman, someone who can carry his child, someone he can start a family with. Not me, who can’t even give him anything. He deserves a good life. I’m not going to let him marry me and ruin his entire life that could’ve been better.” You rambled on, unknowingly making the wheels in his head turn.
Were you actually believing that he deserves to marry a woman when he’s not even interested in them at all? With the way you speak, he could almost assume you seriously didn’t mind marrying him, the only thing keeping you from agreeing to this arrangement was your belief that he would choose any women over you, who has the ability to carry a child. Which Ren is certain he would never ever do. Creating his own family sounds amazing and all, but only if it’s you and him. He can’t picture anyone else standing next to him — anyone but you.
God, you’re the only one he wants and head over heels in love with yet you’re out here, rambling to your father and his mother about him possibly ruining his life by marrying you, not knowing that it’s everything he could ever ask for.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to let him—”
“(Y/n),” You were interrupted by Ren calling out your name and pulling your hands to his lap. Abruptly stopping with the ramblings, you finally let your worrying eyes meet his for the first time today. However, surprise crosses your face when you saw joy and excitement in his. “I know you’re worried about my future, but aren’t you going to let me talk?”
Eyes shifting to your hands on his lap, you fell into silence all of a sudden to tell him it’s his turn to talk. One of his hands let go of yours to tilt your chin up so your eyes meet his again before dropping back on his lap, lacing his fingers with yours. The tenderness in the way he looked at you made you feel warm all over.
“Marrying you would be the best thing to ever happen to my life, (Y/n). I don’t know why you think otherwise.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, wanting to avoid eye contact but keeping yourself from doing so. “It’s not going to ruin my future. The other way around, honestly. It’ll make my future better. All I ever wanted was to be with you. I mean, family sounds great, but I don’t want it if you’re not going to be in the picture.”
Your heart’s fucking jackhammering against your chest right now.
A sudden wave of emotions hit you like a brick, washing away all of the negativity, insecurity, and awful thoughts in your head, bringing a sense of peace within your neverending storm. Not even being given the time to process, you didn’t know when tears started flowing out from your eyes, as Ren’s hands immediately shoots up to cup your face and look at you worriedly. But you ignored it. You ignored everything, just slipped your hands to your face and covered it to let the tears out. Not knowing why you were crying, Ren quickly pulls you closer to his chest and begins rubbing your back soothingly.
Damn it, you’ve managed to keep yourself from crying this past five days yet all it takes is comforting words from Ren himself for everything to come crashing down. He doesn’t even realize the power he holds over you — he doesn’t realize how deeply in love you are.
Ren turns his head to look at (Y/f/n), who had a small smile on his face. “We’ll accept the marriage, Mr. (L/n).”
Your father smiled. “Then, starting from now, you may call me dad, son.”
Nodding his head, Ren smiled as he held you closer and whispered soothing words into your ear.
Oh, how everything took a turn.
𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
Having an overenthusiastic parents meant throwing a grand birthday party for you regardless if you want it or not, which is exactly the reason why you’re sitting with your friend group at the very front of the venue, closer to the stage. Usually, you would be annoyed to hold such a grand birthday party like this because you only want to spend time with your friends in your special day, but today was different. This isn’t just a birthday party, it’s also an engagement party in disguise.
So far, no one has yet to notice the shining, glimmering, engagement ring on your left ring finger.
Ren was sitting next to you, closer than usual, yet it wasn’t enough for your friends to speculate something as they assumed you just want to make up for the lost times and be extra close with one another. When it was time to dance, you stood up and pulled Ren along to the center of the venue and began swaying along the music, hands resting on the back of his neck while his were around your waist.
Murmuring and shutters of camera entered your ears, but you ignored all of them and focused on Ren, just like he was paying attention to you only. It still feels like a dream to not only be in a relationship, but engaged to him as well. This could be considered as arranged marriage — which it actually was, the only difference is neither of you were forced.
Smiling softly, Ren leans in to whisper in your ear. “I love you. Such a dream come true.”
Goosebumps rise on your skin at the sound of his voice. You smile back when he moves away, playing with the back of his hair, causing him to shiver. A sly smirk dances on your lips, “I love you too, teerak.”
He tilts his head back slightly with a breathless chuckle before pulling you close by the waist, pressing your bodies closer while dancing around to the soft music. “You’re being a tease,” Ren accused.
“Well, I kind of want your kiss.” You leaned in a little, which caused several gasps to erupt from the guests who were watching, before pulling back with a smirk. “Teasing you is the only way I can make you quickly break your self-control.” You said as one of your hands slid from his nape to his shoulder, then down to his chest, almost seductively.
Ren’s breath hitched. “Not now, (Y/n).” He whispered, struggling to get the words out. His self-control was admittedly barely resisting to your temptation as he’s been waiting for this for so long, but pushed himself to. He can’t kiss you, at least not yet until the announcement is made and everyone knows you belong to him as much as he belongs to you.
“Hey, uh... Guys?” Gorya calls out to the whole group after watching yours and Ren’s interaction while dancing. Though, she didn’t have to when all of them were already paying attention. “Aren’t they being too... flirty?”
“Well, they flirt a lot without realizing.” Kavin replies, failing to sound nonchalant. “But this flirting is... something else. It’s not the usual one.”
“I feel like we’re watching what we’re not supposed to.” Kaning mutters only for them to hear and earns a nod from everyone.
Soon enough, others got over their shock of seeing you and Ren dance together and began to join you on the dance floor, leading their own partner, some are just friends having fun while most are couples who doesn’t want to miss the opportunity of dancing with their significant other. Your friend group decides to follow as well, swaying around with their own partners, forming a circle with you and Ren in the center. Sometimes, you would give them a smile and encouragement to show their loved ones off, knowing this would be a great time to since all of them had gone out of their way to make their relationship official.
Kavin’s father wasn’t all that happy to find out he’s dating Kaning due to her financial status, but chose to keep his mouth shut after Kavin threatened to throw the entire future his father had set for him in order to be with Kaning. His loyalty for Kaning was quite surprising if you were being honest, because of being a playboy and all, but then again, he never fell in love as hard as he fell for her. It’s sort of adorable how smitten he is. Meanwhile, MJ’s parents were surprisingly more than okay with him dating Aum, saying it was about time he found his own soulmate. Roselyn Paramaanantra, Thyme’s mother, used to despise Gorya for obvious reasons until she began to warm up to her, eventually treating her as her own and letting her stay in the Paramaanantra residence a couple of times for dinner. Thyme informed you all that his home felt like an actual home now, with no strict rules to abide by and a loving mother. All thanks to Gorya Thitara Jundee.
After dancing for almost an hour, you were called to the stage for candle blowing while your parents waved Ren over, holding a large cake with multiple candles. Without any hesitation at all, Ren takes the cake out of their hands and began walking carefully towards you as everyone sings happy birthday, a big smile on his lips.
To everyone else in the venue, it seemed like a boyfriend was celebrating his boyfriend’s birthday by bringing him the cake, each and every single one of them remembering that one interview you and F4 participated in, where you answered a question — what is an odd thing that you believe in? — with a simple “Bringing the cake to someone in their birthday is a lover thing ‘cause usually, family members are the one to bring the cake.” However, none of them dared to question either of you, knowing better than to assume things without evidence.
“The camera flashes are blinding me.” You muttered only for Ren to hear and he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders, before you leaned over to blow the candles when the happy birthday song came to an end. Everyone clapped as the press rapidly took photos of you and Ren shooting them what looked like a genuine smile for the first time.
The MC claps with a huge grin, “Happy birthday, Mr. (Y/n)! How does it feel?” He questioned after you took the cake from Ren, and your fiancé was quick to hold out a mic for you so you can speak, the venue erupting with aww’s from your schoolmates.
“I feel one year older,” You state with an awkward tone, visibly uncomfortable at your increasing age. “I’m not afraid of growing up, but it feels a little saddening to realize I’m not allowed to be a child anymore, considering there will be lots of responsibilities that’ll be placed upon me.” There was a hint of disappointment in your tone which Ren didn’t miss, raising his empty hand to rub your arm comfortingly and giving you a firm look that silently said he will be there for you every step of the way, no responsibilities will be carried by you alone. You gave him a look of gratitude.
Nodding his head in understanding, the MC gives you an encouraging smile. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with being playful once in a while, Mr. (Y/n). I’m certain your parents wouldn’t mind.” They nodded in agreement. “Is this your first time holding a grand birthday party?”
“Yes,” You chuckled. “Normally, I would rather be with my friends.”
You could tell everyone’s interested in your life because you’re the most private one in your friend group, not sharing any information of how you live your life and what’s going on, preferring to not be talked about in news or social medias. But now you’re starting to share a thing or two about yourself that they can’t help but listen, specially those girls at Köcher High wanting to get into your pants after you and Ren shut down rumors of you dating multiple times.
“We hang out until the time they have to leave. I spend the most time with Ren ‘cause he always cancel any plans on my birthday so he could be with me ‘til the end of the day.” You smiled fondly at the memory, only noticing then how couple-ish you two were behaving. No wonder almost literally everyone asked if you were together.
And, as if on cue, one of the reporters in front of the stage asked a question everyone’s been too afraid to ask today.
“Mr. (Y/n), are you and Mr. Aira dating?”
The venue instantly fell into silence. No one knew whether to feel ecstatic that the reporter asked or disappointed because he might’ve ruined your day. All students present from Köcher High held their breaths; the last time they witnessed someone ask that, yours and Ren’s mood dropped almost six feet under.
Much to their surprise, your happy giggle cuts through the thick silence that formed within the venue, you and Ren grinning like you’ve been waiting for them to ask.
“Honestly, no—” Ren answered truthfully.
Just when a look of disappointment began to appear on everyone’s faces, you passed the cake to the MC who was standing beside you and ignored his confused stare, then held your left hand up with its back facing the audience as Ren does the same. Everyone’s gaze shifted to them, only then catching the shining, silver ring you two were wearing.
“Because we’re engaged.” You cheerfully announced, grinning from ear to ear.
All of their eyes widened, and almost immediately, the sounds of shock and surprise and awe boomed within the venue all at once from everyone except your parents and Ren’s. You looked at your friends to see their jaws dropped, shock evident in their faces as they stare at you and Ren, making you two grin victoriously at each other.
Ren slips his left hand into your right one and intertwined your fingers together, ignoring the rapid flashing of cameras, smiling at the joyful look on your face. You were watching everyone’s reaction, grinning widely with fingers wiggling to show off the engagement ring — this is possibly the only time he saw you so utterly happy. He found your happiness adorable, he found you adorable, how you were flexing the ring, and he felt the sudden urge to kiss you bubbling within him because of the overwhelming amount of love he feels for you.
When you turned to smile at him, Ren couldn’t help but stop himself from holding back.
Before you could process, his empty hand had cupped your cheek and he was leaning in, eyes boring into yours to ask for permission. Despite freaking out inside for seeing his face so close, you don’t hesitate to close the gap and meet his lips on your own. Squeals and screams and cheers erupts from most of the students from Köcher High as Kavin and MJ wolf whistles, but it seems neither of you heard them from being too focused on each other’s lips.
Pulling away, you and Ren burst into a pit of giggles before you buried your face into the crook of his neck, redness beginning to tint your cheeks. Ren laughs, seeing your ears turning red as well, his hand slipping through your hair.
Well, tomorrow will certainly be a wild day after the best friends who were not together finally confirmed they’re together, unexpectedly engaged at that. But Ren supposed that problem can wait — for now, the most important thing is enjoying your moments together and, probably explaining to your group of friends the details because they deserve it.
You pulled away only enough to look at your friends and caught them smirking at the two of you teasingly.
“They’re never gonna let this down,” You groaned.
“Probably not.”
Dealing with the press and public attention would be so much better than the teasing of your friends, you assume. Ren begged to differ, though.
synopsis: locked in a library while its raining. oh, and did i mention that you’re alone with a hot dude too?
notes: pure fluff. mentions of prominent literature figures. akira used instead of ren. no spoilers, just the 'i am thou..’ speech :)
a/n: yall. i wrote this two years ago. TWO YEARS AGO. AND IT HAS BEEN GATHERING DUST FOR THAT LONG. i revamped it to the point where it’s basically unrecognisable to the first draft, but i just wanted to share some of my old writing w/ u all!! u can definitely see the rookie mistakes still </3
The feeling of the bonded leather made a smile tug at your lips. It had always been like this: with the countless rows of spines facing outwards, the smell of dusty parchment and coffee filling the air - the bookshop in a secluded corner of Shibuya had been your home; your sanctuary.
The atmosphere was unparalleled - there was no other place as calming as here. South-facing windows made light leak through; rays of comfort lining your face.
Time passed by, and those rays of comfort disappeared - replaced with dreary rains as the melodious tune drifting through the air stays consistent. A puff of cold escaped your lips, leaving a trail of disappointment in its wake.
‘So much for going home…’
The rain continued, wed thuds echoing into the quaint bookshop. They were like bullets battering against the roof. You could tell that in order to avoid getting your books wet, going home had to wait a bit.
‘H-Hey guys. You gotta leave soon. I know it’s raining and all, but I gotta wrap up my shift in a bit…'
A meek voice caught your attention. There was no way she actually expected you to go outside in this weather - right?
You opened up your mouth to protest, but a masculine voice beat you to it. ‘With all due respect, there’s no way we’re going out there.’
Immersed in your own world, you failed to realise that there was another person in the cozy shop that wasn’t the shop-keep. You expected to see no one impressive, maybe just a face that blended in with the remaining crowd – a normality, even - but you instead lock eyes with the prettiest boy you have ever seen. You were openly gawking. And doubled with the fact that he rendered the poor worker speechless with just a singular sentence? It was almost comical.
Looking at him closer, you were able to pinpoint why exactly the worker was speechless. The blush on her face said it all. Staring shamelessly, you struggled to keep your eyes to yourself as you studied the stranger’s features. With framed glasses and tousled hair that looked like it hadn’t been brushed in years, he could easily be mistaken as your average passer-by. But he was enchanting. There was something endearing about his plain look; his aura leaking with pure confidence. He could captivate even the strongest people with just one look.
What a piercing glare. The thought wandered into your mind carelessly, foregoing any prior thoughts about the man.
Unable to continue the staring contest, the worker averted her attention to you. ‘By the looks of things, I’m guessing you’re not leaving either, right?’ Giving a hesitant nod in return, the girl groaned. ‘I don’t get paid enough for this. Seriously,’ impassively gesturing to the counter, all previous sense of her nervousness dissipated. ‘This is where the keys are. Lock up when you’re done, and not a word of this to anyone, okay? You’re putting my job at risk here.’
Walking over to the entrance to make her leave, the girl spared one last look over to you two, hands briskly unwrapping the only umbrella from the rack. ‘I’m only doing this because you’re attractive… The boy. Akira, I mean.’
Wait. They know each other?
And just like that, three became two.
‘The girl has no shame, huh? Totally into you, dude.’ You gave a little smile to your side, in hopes of removing the tension between you and the boy, Akira, if you recalled correctly. Oh, why won't the rain just let up already? ‘Seems like it’s not gonna stop any time soon… So much for going home, I guess.’
His stare was too much for you. Suddenly, the window seemed more interesting than the hundreds of books you were surrounded by. Yet, in the midst of the window's reflection, you swore you saw Akira’s eyes crinkle up in amusement at your pity party. His smile was cute; his name was cute. He was cute.
‘Well, if we’re stuck, we might as well get comfortable, right?’ You walked over to the couch at the centre of the store, gesturing him over with a wave of your hand. Encyclopedia of Thieves was left askew. A childish name filled with equally immature drawings. A teenager definitely left it here.
Oh screw it, literature is literature. Might as well give it a read, right?
Mimicking your actions, Akira grabbed an obscure book off of the horror shelf, before proceeding to sit on the furthest end of the couch you’re on. The novel in question, however, caught your attention.
‘No Longer Human? As in, Osamu Dazai’s?’ That’s one of my favourites! I know it’s cliche, but it’s fantastic nonetheless, really!’ In the midst of your excited sprawl, his mouth hangs open for a bit. Oh no, did you get too carried away? ‘Sorry, I tend to get a bit… Excited over these things.’
‘It’s alright.’
So, he was a man of very little words, huh? That’s alright - it adds more mystery to his persona. Maybe that’s why you’re attracted to his charm in the first place.
You two pause, and with the initial rush of adrenaline and excitement gone, the chatter slows down into a lull of nothingness, replaced with the melodious piano music that drew a line between the tranquillity of strangers. The silence was one you would have with an old friend - it wasn’t awkward whatsoever; it was calming.
That’s when a realisation hits you.
‘Ah did you realise--’
‘We’re alone, aren’t we?’
Completely neglecting the fact that that’s the longest sentence he’s said to you, you stood up in excitement, ‘Don’t you realise? We’re in a people-free bookstore! This is like… the coolest thing that has ever happened to me! W-Wait here! I’m going to get something.’
You excitedly browse through the collection of novels and eagerly grab some until a pile forms within your hands. While you dump them onto the couch - spreading out like falling dominoes as a result - he smiles at your excitement. You were like an excitable cat. Adorable.
The not-so stranger stands up and does the same, picking up novella and putting it on the couch tentatively, creating a tower of books.
You sit down and urge him to follow suit through your smile alone. ‘Here! Look, this is my favourite at the moment. It’s Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, and the plot is fantastic. The author actually takes risks, which is like, something none of ‘em do nowadays. A feat in itself, if you ask me.’
He nods - and this is when you realise, even after everything that has occurred – Akira’s an awesome listener. A stark contrast to your talkativeness.
‘I’m reading this one at the moment,’ He pointed at the cover that read Snow Country, and you questioned Akira’s taste in literature right then and there. ‘The story is just as bleak as the cover implies.’
You laugh at his comment, and the impromptu book show-and-tell begun.
Deep within his mind, Akira heard it.
‘I am thou, thou art I. Thou hast acquired a new vow. It shall become the wings of rebellion that breakth thy chains of captivity. With the birth of the Page of Pentacles persona, I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power.’
Two people, alone, in a bookshop. And with the smiles and laughter filling up the bookstore, the smell of petrichor fails to reach your noses; coffee and parchment, the scents of home, settled in its stead.
The fact that it had stopped raining almost an hour ago failed to dawn upon the duo. But you two didn't care; you were busy basking in the limelight that had been meticulously crafted.
Maybe something more than just a confidant has been formed: a relationship that surpasses the boundaries between acquaintances and lovers.
hello! welcome to my first fic ever for nijiEN! this is based of a prompt, “kyo & ren meet for the first time when kyo falls asleep on ren during a train ride.” i really hope you guys enjoy! ⭐️
pair : ren zotto x kyo kaneko !
cw : none !! enjoy fluff !
it’s always the unexpected meetings you have that leave such a meaningful impression. this is something that ren truly always believed.
though he wasn’t too particular about taking the train this time of night, he knew he didn’t exactly have a choice. he was meant to be meeting up with uki. a long time friend who lived a bit of a distance from him. for uki, he would travel at any time of night. it didn’t matter. if uki needed ren, ren would be there.
much to his suprise, upon boarding the train ren was immediately shocked to find it so full. who the hell needed a train four cities over at 3 am? it kinda baffled him. luckily for ren he found a spot near the very back no one had sat in, mostly because it was blocked off with a no sitting sign which he carelessly discarded and sat down anyways.
most of his ride was good. mostly just him listening to his music, adjusting his hoodie as to not show his horns every five seconds. then it happened. around 5:30 am a boy plopped down next to him. clearly exhausted, loudly catching his breath. at this point in time ren panicked, quickly pretending to be asleep for his own sake.
then he heard the boy speak, “yes aster i’m fine-yes-yes aster i’m on the train and i’m fine you can go to bed!” he whisper yelled before the train went quiet again. if ren was honest, the voice that came from the boy sounded nothing how he looked. this made him smile internally.
around 6 am is when he felt it. a bit of pressure on his arm. pulling his gaze away from the sunrise, ren looked down the his arm to find the source. there it was. the smaller blue haired boy, passed out slump against his arm. with a small smile he looked around. noticing it was just them left he pulled the hoodie off himself and draped it over the other.
and that’s how they stayed until ren had no choice but to wake the boy up. gently tapping him he heard a few noises, a little sleepy groan, and then finally blue eyes were looking back into his. “wha-“ suddenly filled with realization the boy practically flung himself off of ren and completely back into his normal seat, not before throwing rens hoodie back at him of course.
“good morning?” ren laughed, smile wide and bright. “i’m not sure where you’re headed small one but this is the final stop and we need to get off.” he smiled gathering his things like it was nothing. “small one!?” a voice immediately called, “well you didn’t exactly tell me your name before you used me as a bed.” ren was quick to fire back.
silence.
a whole minute of silence before he spoke again.
“kyo. just call me kyo. anything is better than that nickname.” he sighed gathering his own things. after both boys got off the train they faced eachother, one clearly looking more happy than the other.
“so, where are you headed kyo?” ren asked as if he didn’t meet this person less than two minutes ago. “wouldn’t you like to know weather boy.” kyo sighed softly before realizing that may have come off too rude, “my friends..” he sighed again after a moment. “me as well.” ren smiled before extending a hand,
“it was lovely meeting you kyo. my name is ren.”
before kyo could even answer there was a loud voice calling both their names,
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Pairing: Mingi x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bumping into your celeb crush at the airport and sitting together on the plane.
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Language so close
The last week of July going into August was always the worse week of the summer. You shifted uncomfortably on the hot, sticky leather seats of the taxi. It felt hotter inside the car than outside, but you weren't sure if you should complain to a complete stranger about air conditioning. Besides, you were more than sure it was nice and cool inside the airport. Though the car reeked of cigarettes and stale beer, your mind was elsewhere — you'd be attending a concert with your best friend in just a few days.
The thought made you let out a little squeal that sounded like someone releasing a quick spurt of helium from a balloon, which made the cab driver jump. The car swerved, nearly hitting another. “Are you okay miss?” His eyes caught yours in the rearview mirror, and you nodded, embarrassed. The man chuckled softly and returned his gaze to the highway ahead of them. Unable to restrain herself, you took out your phone and tapped out a message:
omg i think i just gave my cab driver a fucking heart attack
You waited a few moments before your phone chimed and vibrated, alerting you that you'd received a reply.
Wut. How?
You giggled to yourself and explained. The car rolled to a stop, and the cab driver turned around, clearing his throat loudly when you didn't automatically look up to acknowledge him.
“That will be...,” he turned back to his meter and called out the amount you owed him. It was more than the fare calculator quoted online, but you could stand to spare the few extra dollars. You all but jumped out of the car, practically shaking with anticipation as you pulled the suitcase strap over your shoulder and went inside of the building.
The smell of food and sanitizers hung in the air, unlike the warm and cozy room you had back home. Though the smell of an airport wasn't new to you, experiencing it all on your own was. You usually had someone with you, but today was your first step out into the world.
You were free to do as you pleased now.
Checking your bag took forever, solely because someone ignored the common airport standards and insisted on bringing most of the things banned by new policies.
“I wonder where they are?”
You turned your head towards the sound of the voice. Two women with magazines chattered excitedly like chipmunks looking for the hidden treasure cove of acorns. It wasn't unheard of for celebrities to pass through Atlanta's airport, but when they did, they were often hard to recognize if one hadn't seen them dressed casually. Briefly wondering if such a thing would ever happen to you, you took your baggage claim info ticket and headed to the metal detectors.
After what felt like hours later, you were finally ready for your flight. You had intended to pick a chair and wait for the plane to board. But damn if the thought of being confined to one spot didn’t bore you already. Knowing you'd go nuts if you didn't find a way to kill time, you scanned the area and noticed a novelty store. Your face lit up with glee as you pictured picking out the best gift for your best friend, something to commemorate this trip. You'd already promised your family some goodies from Dallas, so it made sense to do the same for her.
The shop smelled heavily of incense, something floral yet woody — warm and inviting. Trinkets of every sort lined the light wood shelves, from teacups to dream catchers. Various everyday items one could find elsewhere but decorated with a distinct style that reminded one of Georgia. You took your time looking at each piece with care, wondering what would be the best yet safest gift to give — after all, her children can be very destructive and deadly.
Your eyes settled on a snow globe with a small scale of downtown Atlanta inside. For some reason, a sense of calm mixed with pride filled you, and you knew this was it. This was the perfect gift that your bestie would love. Using your fingertips, you lifted the object with care and precision as if it could break by merely handling it this way. It was cool, smooth to the touch, and even included the state song. You turned towards the cash register — it was near the entrance, right? — and took one step. You met a solid form that caused you to lose your loose grip on the globe.
It shattered loudly on the ceramic tiled floor, the glass shards barely missing your exposed toes. “Fuck!”
“I'm sorry.” The voice wavered between alto and tenor, throwing you way off. You lifted your eyes to the speaker's face and went brain dead for a full sixty seconds. Those eyes. That nose and mouth. Even without the makeup, you knew him well enough. “Are you hurt?”
The concern in his voice made your heart do a somersault then triple the pulse. You felt a brief moment of vertigo and knew you'd end up hitting the ground if you didn't get yourself together. “N-no, no,” you stammered out, unable to meet his concerned gaze as you feebly tried to pick up the cold and wet pieces of the snow globe. “I'm fine. Thank you, for asking.” You had to force yourself to focus, to not stop cleaning up the mess and simply stare at the miracle in front of you. You spotted a forgotten shard off to the side and immediately reached for it,
BANG
You saw a red flash behind your eyelids as pain spread from your temple and out across your skull, making you lose your balance and sway to the side. You realized you were falling a second too late, but strong hands reached out and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you upright again. “Careful. I'm so sorry. I didn't see.” Even with his dark sunglasses, hat, and lack of makeup, you knew who it was almost instantly. The blush across his cute face was enough to make a flower cower in shame.
“No, no! It's okay. I'm okay, I promise. ” You smiled brightly and added in a low voice, “I love your group.” He froze, eyes wide with panic but you merely shook your head. “I'm not gonna freak out.” Though it took him a second, he seemed to accept your words as truth. The shop owner finally caught on and rushed over to help with the mess. You reluctantly went back to shopping, heartbroken that there weren't any more snow globes like the perfect one you had before. 'I can't believe this. But then again, it was Ren from Nu'est; Certy will understand.' A thought struck you hard like lightning, and you realized something no fangirl should ever forget — you didn't get a picture or autograph of him!
You looked around, but he was long gone. “Dammit.”
“Flight number 2901 to Dallas is now boarding. Flight number 2901 to Dallas is now boarding.”
“Shit!” You rushed to the cashier with a different snow globe then walked as fast as you could to your terminal. As expected, the passengers were filed in line in front of the stewardess as she checked their tickets before letting them pass. The line snaked around a pillar, allowing her a clear view of the passengers as they stepped up to the podium. At the front of the line, a familiar hat and sunglasses stood out. You nearly choked on your spit. “Ren?” You covered your mouth as soon as his name left your lips.
As if he'd heard you, his head turned in your direction and your eyes locked. With each second, your eyes widened in shock until he broke the trance and stepped forward in line. He leaned in and spoke softly to the stewardess, glancing over his shoulder for a second at you. At first, you were confused, but that was quickly swallowed by doubt as fear took over. What was he saying? Would he have you taken off the plane? Could he even do that? Was he afraid you'd freak out on him or something? The thought of being put on a different flight made you worry. You'd barely been able to get this flight; if you had to take a different one, you might not make it to Dallas in time for the concert with the holidays coming up.
By the time you stepped up to the podium, you were on the verge of a mental breakdown. Fearing the worse, you held out your ticket with a shaky hand and held your breath. Admittedly, it wasn't every day that one got kicked off of a flight because their bias asked for it. “Ma'am, I'm sorry. There's been an issue with your seat.”
Your skin went cold as the woman's fingers flew over the keyboard in front of her, eyes focused on the screen. “W-what's the matter?”
“There's...a conflict. Someone's already seated with your seat number. So you'll have to be moved elsewhere.”
“Like a different flight?”
Maybe the woman caught the thin thread of fear in your voice, but she looked up and smiled warmly. “Heavens, no. You'll be seated in first class, as an apology for the error.” She patted your hand and went back to her keyboard. “Your new seat is 15. Are you okay with a window seat?”
'First class?' “Y-yeah, sure!” You smiled, relief washing over you in warm waves as fear shrunk back down into its corner.
“Great!” The lady smiled and gestured to the steward standing to her right. “He's going to show you to your seat.”
You blinked a few times, nodding absently as the overly enthusiastic man led the way down the corridor to the plane. Your mind was a buzz of activity - questions, scenarios, excitement - as you diligently followed him through the aisles to the front of the plane. He parted a curtain and motioned for you to go through. “Fifteen is on your left, the window seat.”
You led the way with him following, noticing how few people there were in this section of the plane. Seeing the numbers on silver plates on the back of the seats, she followed the numbers until she spotted an occupied 14 next to an empty 15. “Here it is.”
The person sitting in 14 turned his head upon hearing your voice and smiled. The steward, with quick reflexes, caught your bag for you with a smile. “Here's the lady you requested, sir.”
“Thank you.” Ren nodded as he stood and stepped to the side, gesturing with his hand to the seat beside him. “I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to talk with you more.”
You could only blink. Perhaps he mistook your calmness earlier for something that you could do at any given time, not realizing that it was one of the very few times you'd thought of the consequences of acting the way you honestly felt. “I... I...”
His bright, friendly smile faltered and the sparkle in his eye dulled. “I-I should have asked.” He looked to the steward and sputtered in Korean, his once warm and soothing voice filled with despair and panic.
“Um, ma'am,” the steward had his eyes on Ren as he attempted to translate, “if you prefer, you can have any of the other unoccupied seats here, unless you'd rather return to your original seat.”
“I thought that seat was occupied already?” You tilted your head to the side in wonder before shaking it and holding out your hands to Ren. “No, no. I'm okay! I'm just shocked that you requested that I sit with you.” You half-laughed with a hand pressed over your heart. “I mean — am I dreaming? Because things like this don't happen unless I'm dreaming.”
That beautiful smile returned as color returned to Ren's cheeks. “Oh, okay! I was worried that you were upset with me.”
“How could I be? It's you! I'm actually going to your concert in Dallas.” You nearly lost it when his soft fingertips grazed your elbow as he guided you to the seat next to him, waving off the steward with the other. “You're really serious about this. W-why me? Why would you go through all of this trouble for a stranger?”
He sat down beside you, pulling a blanket over his legs and leaning on the armrest between the two of you. His cologne, light and spicy, reached your nose and you bit your bottom lip to keep from touching him. “You didn't give me away in the airport. Our music may not be a big thing here, or well known, but still, the place was crawling with our fans from the Atlanta concert looking for us. One word from you would have blown our cover and delayed the flight.”
“Oh! That.” You laughed awkwardly, fiddling with the zipper on your jacket. “That was one of the few times in my life where I thought before I acted. I don't usually do that. You know, thinking first and stuff.”
He laughed, a warm chuckle you'd never seen in any of the videos you watched of him. “Well, then thank you for having that rare moment for me.” His hand touched yours casually. “So tell me about yourself. We have hours to waste.”
As the plane loaded up and geared up to take flight, the two of you continued talking. He asked every question he could think of, about your family and friends, likes and dislikes. He was thrilled to know that you loved anime as much as he did and had even watched most of the shows he had; you both suggested new shows to each other with promises to make sure to follow up and let the other know what you thought of them. “A-are you sure it's okay for me to have your phone number? Won't your manager or agent be upset with you talking to someone like me?”
“Someone like you?” He paused as if something odd had struck him. “There's nothing wrong with someone like you because you're the only one like you.”
The words reached your heart, filling you with warmth and love from the top of your head down to your toes. “That's beautiful. T-thank you.” A yawn caught you unexpectedly. You mentally cursed yourself for staying up all night. You planned to take a nap on the plane so you could hang out with your best friend. As much as you wanted to fight it, you felt your eyelids drooping with each passing second.
You were going to crash next to your bias. Well, shit.
“You look sleepy. How about a nap?” Ren offered his blanket, taking it upon himself to cover you ignoring the open-mouthed stares of his band members. He wasn't one to stand on tradition and formalities; he only did what felt right and natural to him. Once you were tucked in, he gently pulled your head to rest on his shoulder and shifted down in his seat to accommodate the size difference between you.
“I don't want to be rude.” You weakly protested. “I should cherish this moment and stay up with you.”
He made a tsking noise and waved his hand. “Don't worry about it. I'll never forget this moment, so I hope you won't either.” You tried to reply, but sleep claimed you quickly.
You woke with a start. “Excuse me?” You looked up at the steward sleepily. “We've arrived.” For a moment you didn't understand what he was saying. You glanced at the empty seat beside you, and your eyes widened.
“Wait. Where is —” you sat up and looked over the seats to see that you were the only one still there “— where is everyone else?”
“They've all gotten off the plane already. I was asked to allow you to sleep as long as possible.”
“Oh.” You looked away, not wanting him to see the tears that formed in your eyes. You had hoped to at least say goodbye. To get a picture or an autograph before you parted ways. Sure, you'd see him on a stage, but you'd never be able to speak to him again outside of a rare text message about anime. You picked up your phone left in his seat face down and stuffed it into your bag, following the steward.
As you waited for your suitcase in luggage claim, your phone chimed and vibrated. Of course, Certy would want to know if you'd made it there safely. You took out your phone and pressed a button on the side, waking it up. What you saw floored you.
Your unlock screen had been replaced with a selfie of Ren. Your jaw dropped open as you stared at it, nearly unable to believe it was real. The phone vibrated again as a reminder, so you reluctantly swiped your thumb across the smooth surface and almost lost your shit. Your wallpaper was a different selfie of Ren, this one signed with his name inside of a heart. A sneaking suspicion crept into your mind, and you went to your phone's camera gallery, slowly sinking to your knees with the biggest grin you'd ever had in a long time.
Nearly eighty pictures of Ren in different poses, with his group, had filled your phone's memory. You scrolled through them all, laughing at some while fighting tears at the fun you'd missed out on. On the second to the last picture, the group held up a sign that asked you to join them as their VIP guest for the concert with your friend. You covered your mouth and merely nodded to yourself, knowing damn well there was no other place in the world you'd rather be.
The final picture was of Ren sitting next to you with your head on his shoulder, sleeping peacefully. His lips were pressed to the top of your head, eyes closed in what looked like bliss with your lips curved in a smile. To anyone else, it would look like two close friends taking a picture. And you loved it.
Your phone buzzed and chimed as an incoming text message notification popped up. You opened it, fully expecting Certy to want to know where you were but was surprised to find that it was a video message.
The camera juggled around shakily before Ren's face came into view, him smiling wide. “I hope you don't mind that we went overboard with the pictures. You'll be able to save them, I hope. Um, did you rest well? Can't wait to see you tomorrow!” He blew an exaggerated kiss and winked before the video stopped.
Anon asked for Ren trying to confess but embarassing himself in the process and avoids you after. Please enjoy!
Warnings: none
You’re wonderful, absolutely wonderful, Ren thinks as he smiles to himself while texting you. “Earth to Ren,” Aron says for what seems like the tenth time. The words still go unheard.
“He’s talking to _______________ again, the only way you’ll get through to him is if you take the phone,” Minhyun points out.
“Don’t you dare,” Ren mumbles as he types his reply to you.
“Are you ever going to confess?” Aron asks, rolling his eyes at his band mate’s behavior.
“I might....we’ll see how dinner tonight goes,” Ren says as he tells you that he’ll pick you up at 5:30pm.
“You should do it soon,” Baekho says gently.
“I know...I’ll try.”
“Any idea what you'll say?” Minhyun asks.
“Not really. Just something from the heart,” Ren admits, pocketing his phone before getting up. It's almost three o’clock, but he decides to get ready. Normally he’s very comfortable about meeting with you, you’re basically his best friend, but now with the idea of telling you he feels more than friendship for you has him nervous. He’s sure your friendship would recover if you don’t feel the same, but that doesn’t really lessen the worry.
He tries to think of something he can say to you about how he feels, but nothing feels quite right. Sooner than he would like he’s headed to your home to pick you up. You’re dressed in one of your favorite outfits, a lovely smile on your face as you get in the car. “You look great,” he tells you.
“You too,” you blush as he begins to drive. “So where are we headed?”
“I was thinking we could go to your favorite restaurant,” he shrugs. You aren’t about to protest to that. You simply start chatting about your day, and Ren listens intently while making the occasional comment. Sometimes it surprises you that he can be so interested in talking to someone as ordinary as yourself. He always assures you that your stories are more interesting than you think.
The two of you quickly order your usuals after you’re seated. Your chatter continuing as though there was never an interruption. The two of you could always talk about anything and everything. It was always so nice. When the food arrives, you both offer each other some of your own food.
“What a cute couple,” someone nearby comments, making the both of you smile.
Now was his chance.
“____________,” he starts, working to swallow his food. “For a long time, I’ve been-” he stops suddenly, feeling a lump in his throat. He tries to clear it only making things worse. He starts to cough, making your eyes go wide as he tries to drink water.
“He’s choking!” You cry out as he continues to cough. As soon as the words leave your mouth, a woman steps in, maneuvering so that after a moment Ren spits out the food.
“Thank you,” he whizzes before the woman returns to her table.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay...we should probably get going,” he says slowly, still trying to catch his breath. You don’t protest as he pays the bill and heads to your house. The drive is quiet until you say your goodbyes.
Ren doesn’t say a word to the guys as he enters the dorm and flops into bed.
The only communication he has with you for a fews days are short worded texts. Unable to take his strange attitude, you head over to the Nu’est dorm. JR lets you in without question. You greet the group before pulling Ren into his room. “What’s with you?” You ask, getting straight to the point. “And don’t say you’ve been busy.”
“Nothing’s with me.”
“You barely send more than two sentences when I message you ever since we went out. Are you...embarrassed because you choked?”
He’s silent for a moment before giving a slow nod.
“There’s no reason to be embarrassed. Accidents happen. What matters is that you’re okay,” you assure him, wrapping him in a tight hug. “Now can I please have my best friend talk to me?”
He holds you tightly. “Of course. Do you want to stay and watch a movie with me?”
“Will you make popcorn?”
“Sure, pick something for us,” he tells you and you quickly move to his movie collection. You know the password to his laptop and will be able to get things settled, so he steps out to prepare the snacks and grab two bottles of water. Now was a second chance to tell you how he feels. He can do this.
As he steps back into the room he feels the world shift and popcorn flies everywhere as his body hits the floor. “Are you okay?” you ask, and he can hear you trying not to laugh. He gives a small nod as you move from the bed and help him to clean up.
He tries not to let it get to him, but he’s quieter than normal during the movie. When it finishes you quickly tell him he has no need to be embarrassed. “It’s cute,” you tell him.
“You really think so?”
“Yes. So you better text me,” you order before saying goodbye to the others.
With your words in mind, he starts to form a plan. He doesn’t talk to you as much, nervous he will spoil the surprise. But when he asks you to go on a picnic with him, you’re glad he isn’t beating himself up over his rotten luck later.
He sets everything out on the blanket before clearing his throat. “I’ve been having some bad luck lately, but I hope I can turn that around. _____________, can I give you something to help my luck around you?”
“Sure.”
“Before you accept my charm, I want you to know what it means. If you refuse, that’s okay too.”
“Ok,” you say slowly, unsure what he means.
He gently takes your hand. “For the last few days I have been trying to tell you how I feel, but I’ve made a fool of myself everything time. Regardless, when I’m with you I feel like the luckiest man on the planet. I’m grateful to call you my best friend and be called your best friend in return. But I would be honored to be called your boyfriend..._______, would you go out with me?”
Before you can stop yourself you tackle him in a hug, nearly making him fall back against the ground. “Yes.”
Gently, he shifts so the two of you are sitting up and so he can pull a small box from his pocket. Carefully he pulls out a small silver chain and loops it around your neck. Gently your hand comes to rest on the small four leaf clover as you smile at Ren.
“My luck already feels like it’s changing.”
“Good, I would hate for my boyfriend to choke,” you tease.
“I brought nothing but soft foods....just in case,” he laughs, handing you a small container of soup and a pudding cup for dessert. His charms works as your first date goes without incident and even ends with the two of you sharing your first kiss.
Hey taking advantage of the fact that there are people asking for headcanons of nana, could you make headcanons dating Ren?
Nana ~Boyfriend headcanons~
Manga/anime: Nana
Warnings: nothing
(Y/N): your name
H. Ren
Ren is a very insecure boy, even if he covers this insecurity with a veil of bravado and by acting tough. In fact, when you two are alone, he's much more shy around you than he's in front of other people: he sometimes just needs to be reassured and consoled and advised by you
What does Ren like to do most with you? Nothing. Or rather, everything. He enjoys doing every activity with you, from cooking dinner to doing laundry with you. In fact, whenever he's available, you two can do all sorts of activities together
Ren loves when you come to see Trapnest's concerts, and he always gets you tickets in the best seats and access to their dressing room: there's nothing he likes more than seeing you come to him after the concert is over. Furthermore, he would also like you to listen to his band's rehearsals, but Takumi the other members are against it because he gets distracted watching you, so he doesn't play well. Plus, know he wants to take you on tour with him every time, and, if his managers are against it, he'll insist until they allow it
I think Ren's first love language is quality time: since he's always very busy with Trapnest, he thinks the best way to show you affection is to spend as much time with you as possible. In fact, whenever he has free time, he stays with you, doing all sorts of activities together with you, like cooking, teaching you to play the bass, reading or watching a movie
Ren doesn't call you by any particular and imaginative nickname. In fact, he usually calls you by your name, but he sometimes uses classic nicknames for you, such as "love", "darling" or "dear". However, he only does this in some specific cases: for example, when he's jealous, he uses "darling"; when he comes home upset from a busy day, he calls you "love" (sometimes also "my love"). Instead, when he's in a particularly sweet mood, he calls you "beauty"
