My best friend is no longer my best friend! (heโs my boyfriend)ย
pairing - bff!renjun x reader
synopsis - You've known him for most of your life. And truth be told, who wouldn't have a (major!!) crush on this pretty boy? Out of all the instances youโve fallen in love with Huang Renjun, you've never once regretted it.
warnings - profanity, reader & renjun being awfully dense, nothing that serious
There were four times you fell in love with Huang Renjun all over again and each time, you fell harder than before.ย ย
i. Van Gogh in the 21st century!
You met Renjun when you were about 5. back then, he was nothing but a timid artsy kid who refused to show you his sketchbook. Of course, provided your natural talent towards convincing people, it was merely a game for you to acquire (read: snatch) that book. You very well recall how he had glared at you, snatching the book back just as quick and flicked your forehead as he did so.
Ever since then, the little timid kid had grown up to absolutely not permit you in his room until and unless he hid his stash of sketchbooks. Which in your honest opinion was a blatant waste of time.
Okay, maybe you felt a bit offended by his actions. Was he hiding a whole Van Gogh in his sketchbooks or what? Why, just why couldn't he let you peek into them at least once? You took the challenge of finding his cherished artworks upon yourself one fine day. It wasn't as easy as you thought it would be, but with the handful of flatteries you gave Mrs Huang, she was ever ready to lead you to this stash.ย
You were dubious at first, as the first few pages you turned looked nothing different than overrated paintings. But then you found the real deal.
That was the first time you realised your love for him - at a raw age of 15, you were heads over heels for this boy who had his sketchbooks filled with candid portraits of none other than you.
You wished you could look at yourself from his eyes because you were nowhere close to being this stunning.
ii. Huang renjun was p(r)etty as fuck.
You see, Renjun wasn't quite the bright, excited boy ever since he turned into an adolescent. He laughed at your lame puns, sure, but only you knew how painful his forehead flicks could be if you ever did something reckless.
Like that one time when you were at a party at Donghyuckโs (some guy from your statistics class who just turned 18), you figured Renjun wasn't invited - naturally, given he had absolutely no clue who this Donghyuck dude was and vice versa. However, when he realised youโd probably be intoxicated as hell by the end of it, he immediately dragged you out, albeit a little too late.ย
You had very obnoxiously protested (โDo you not trust me, Renjun?โ You dragged out each syllable, a prominent pout on your lips. Renjun deadpanned and scoffed, โNo, actually.โ a long whine escaped your chapped lips, and you licked them before hanging your arms around his neck, his own tracing oddly comforting circles on the small of your back. โYou know what?โ you were already tipsy, Renjun noted, โi hate you.โ he froze. Scanning his flabbergasted expression, you laughed loudly, only pressing your body closer to his. โI hate how you act so rough on the edges, cโmon Jun, let loose!โ he sighed, using his free hand to push away your self-cut, grown out bangs aside. โIโd rather not, y/n,โ)
According to your shitty memory, you blacked out after that, but Renjun's pink ears, when you asked him if anything had happened, begged to differ.ย
All you remembered was how attractive he looked under the dim moonlight that night, his damp hair moving with the wind. Oh, you remembered his gaze averting from your lips to the dark surroundings, you remembered tuning out Donghyuckโs distant voice calling out for you while you stared at his lips. You remembered the glacial breeze capturing you both in its hold, causing you to shift closer to him. You remembered nothing from that night, but falling for Huang Renjun all over again.
iii. you + donghyuck = renjunโs obvious jealousy
You didn't need to hide your self-proclaimed infatuation for Renjun, as it had occurred to you that:
1. Renjun was so dense (you were probably denser, give or take).
2. Youโd grown accustomed to masking your obvious attraction towards him with time.
At one point, you even forgot that you liked (read: loved) Renjun. In your defence, it had been finals week.
But you were harshly reminded of that fact when Donghyuck had asked you out on a date, and you felt too bad to reject him right away.ย
No, that wasn't a reminder for you that you had a massive crush on your best friend, it was when donghyuck took you to the same cafe the said best friend worked at for the date. He, more than hurt, was baffled. He had mouthed to you, I didn't know about this? And so you mouthed back, Sorry, it was impulsive.
Renjun nonetheless took your order, and pointed at an empty table right in front of his sight, just to be on the, quote unquote, safer end.ย
Donghyuck was a funny guy. His jokes and perfectly timed flirtatious comments made you giggle like a teenager who was talking to her crush.
Now was when the vile jealousy and hurt pooled in Huang's gut. Donghyuck brushing back your hair just like he would was his last straw. Time was fortunately on his side, and his shift hand ended. So, he spammed your phone with calls and texts, causing you to pick it up in a final defeat, with a long sigh of aggravation. โIโll be right back, sorry.โ (That was lie, you eventually forgot about him)
As soon as you exited the cafe, and stormed to the back of the cafe where Renjun would be, you were greeted by a bitter looking Renjun. โWhat?โ youโd asked him, folding your arms over each other. โWhat?โ he mimicked, scowling. Groaning, you threw your arms up in exasperation. โRenjun!โย
He incredulously glowered down at you, โone date and he already seems in love with you!โ he exclaimed. โIsn't that good? I'm finally scoring myself a boyfriend.โ you teased back.
To anyone else, it was painfully obvious of the lingering feelings you both had towards each other. Apparently, everyone but both of you could make that out (even Donghyuck). Renjun had never looked scarier as he gritted his teeth, a muscle in his jaw inevitably twitching. โFineโฆ fine! Whatever! I don't care.โ
โI never asked if you did- OW!โย
That was the hardest forehead flick you had received from him.
iv. 23 things you liked about him.
One of the many things you loved about Huang Renjun was his music taste. It was one of the most beautiful things that just screamedโฆ Renjun. You both had had a tendency to visit the record store often during high school, but not so much anymore provided you both were on the verge of bankruptcy and you had little to no time to spare as you were in the final year of uni.
For you, it was a long forgotten hobby, but for Renjun, it was a place heโd constantly confided in, and now that it was gone, it left an empty hole in his heart (which, for the record, was mostly filled with you).ย
You knew his favourite albums, all his favourite tracks from over the years. Just like he had a couple of sketchbooks filled with you, you had a whole shelf dedicated to the albums he had recommended you and somewhere in there, you had a book filled with his likings, mainly songs.
He was once again laying on your bed, head propped against his folded arms as he stared at the ceiling. โYou study too much, it's boring.โ his gaze stopped at the white cupboard beside your bed, the top two shelves packed with vinyls. He was surprised by how your collection kept growing, a part of him also envied how you bought so many of them while he usually just borrowed them.ย
Standing out from the rest was a sage green, hardback book, and curiosity got the best of him. The male sat up with a grunt, proceeding to make his way to the furniture. As soon as he got a hold of the book, he flipped through it carelessly, his eyes catching his name being written in bold on the very first page.
Every other page had something similar, and if he weren't your best friend (who reciprocated your feelings) heโd think this was borderline obsessive.
He read each one of them intently, eventually reading through all of it until he reached the part of the book where you wrote what you liked about him.ย
There were many, but he counted them to be twenty-two. He shut the book with a cocky chuckle, moving towards you - who was yet studying diligently. He smacked your head (gently) with the book, catching your attention. โWhat is it now?โ You grumbled, eyes unmoving from the book in your hands. He hit your head with the hard book again, and this time around you actually looked up. โHey, Huang Renjun, what if I get a concussion?โ
Thatโs when you spot it. โWait, shit, whereโd you find that book?!โ
He pointed towards the shelf with his thumb, placing the book down on your desk instead. โI must admit, you know about everything I love,โ You had the urge to yet again dig a hole for yourself, โbut you missed out on one thing.โ
Your eyebrows raised, โWhat?โ
He placed both his hands on either side of the chairโs armrest, effectively caging you. โYou.โ
Your knees went weak, and you could practically hear your heartbeat drum in your ears at his words. A fresh glow coated your cheeks, and you had to look away from him to not collapse then and there. Good lord, you seriously needed to get a hold on yourself. Just how many times had you fallen in love with him over and over again? Because you just did again.
Clearing your throat in pure discomfiture, you gathered any courage you had left and looked straight into his eyes - why did he look at you like you saved the damn world? He had a pretty smile adorning his lips, and you noticed how his own ears were red. Unable to take his strong gaze, you looked away again, neck hot.
23. There were 23 things you liked about him - you liked that he loved you back.
That was the biggest achievement in your life.
Huang Renjun, your sole archnemesis from kindergarten, your artist, your best friend, your crush, loved you just as much as you loved him. You couldnโt ask for anything else.
โฆOkay, maybe you could ask for some courage.
