#renjun writing

pairings: renjun x gn!reader || wc: 0.6k || warnings: death, killing, using of toxic gases, torture, capturing

you never thought you’d die this way.

as you wait with renjun in the gas chamber, you try to think about happier times, instead of focusing on the way the ropes your captors used to tie you up cut into the skin of your ankles, wrists and chest. you can feel the warmth of renjun’s back against yours, his sweat mixing with your own where your shirts stick together.

you can still remember the physical torture that your captors put you through to make you reveal insider information. the wounds, never given time to scab, were opened over and over again. you remember the shrill screams of both you and renjun, and take immense pride in the fact that despite all that, you never said a word.

a bead of sweat rolls down renjun’s neck and lands on your shoulder blade.

more under the cut!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: huang renjun x gn!reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: badboy!renjun

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, request

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): profanity, mentions of toxic relationship

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.6k

𝐚/𝐧: request for my favourite furry writer @kyuwoyo​ 😌😎 hope u like badboy!renjun with a lip ring 🥵 (sorry this was so late OMFG) (comment here to be added to the taglist!)

“you know, you’re an interesting little thing.” badboy!renjun looks you up and down, twirling the sweet lollipop in between his fingers that was between his lips before. 

“anybody else would kill to be in your situation right now,” renjun suddenly slams his hand onto the wall behind you, leaning in. his face is suddenly much closer to yours. shocked, you’re sent stumbling backwards and trapped in. “are you sure you want to decline?” eyebrow raised with a cocky smile, it seems like he was taunting you. 

stiffened, you glare at his shining lip ring as you quickly slip under his arm and speed away.

“well, that didn’t go as you intended, did it.” yangyang strolls over to renjun, putting an arm around his shoulder. renjun scoffs.

“don’t worry about it,” he adjusts the collar of his shirt. “it’s all going according to the plan.” 

♡Pairing: Renjun x reader  ♡Genre: fluff ♡Warnings: None

[2:45PM]Your relationship with Renjun was still kind of new, the two of you had only been official for about two months. So you were still a bit shy around him at times. Renjun didn’t mind this, he thought it was cute.

a/n: i will be writing the stories this week and i’ll be adding the links on this post. thank you for being patient with me and my writings! yangyang’s story might take a while considering i don’t know much about him yet. i’ll be making a separate au for chenle & jisung! updated as of: 18 february, 2019

As children of one of the Olympian gods and goddesses, they grew up training, learning how to use the powers they inherited from their godly parent, and living like gods. They watched the mortals below from Mount Olympus, admiring their ways of life. Come of age as they turned 19, these five demigods no longer wanted to live life as gods because they were anything but. They didn’t belong in Mount Olympus for they weren’t completely gods but they didn’t belong on Earth either for they were much more powerful.

Huang Renjun, Son of Athena He was the son of the goddess of wisdom and warfare. He was the brightest among all of them, quick to think and and attack. He was top of his class when it came to combat, never losing one duel for the years he has been training. For the times his mother allowed him to go on Earth, Huang Renjun was known for beating even the best of the soldiers.  ⎯⎯⎯ You were one of the best warriors in the village, always being praised for your impeccable skills in combat. Only 19 years of age, you were able to beat warriors twice your size and age. When an unknown boy comes into your village, trying to take away your title, the both of you go down into a duel. 

Lee Jeno, Son of Poseidon  As the son of one of the big three gods, Lee Jeno was expected to live greatly. He was praised among the Olympians, seen as one of the gods despite the mortal blood that ran through his veins. He was one of the only children of Poseidon that was able to inherit his father’s ability to control water. With that power, many believed that he would bring greatness. ⎯⎯⎯ Water. It was always one of the things that calms you down. The child of the local fisherman, you were always found by the waters edge. You never liked being around others and instead found comfort underwater, swimming among sea creatures. People called you a freak, but your father always assure you you weren’t. There was only one person who shared your love for the water, but he seemed to have a deeper connection it than you. 

Lee Donghyuck, Son of Apollo A handful, he was. Lee Donghyuck was creative and often ran around with Yangyang and driving the gods and goddesses insane. Taught by his father about medicine, he would often be found brewing concoctions and secretly be giving them to the mortals whenever their health was failing. He shined brighter than the sun with his honey-kissed skin. Inheriting his father’s talents in music, his beautiful voice filled the air of Olympus. But like his father, he also inherited his curse; never lucky when it came to love.  ⎯⎯⎯ It was beautiful. The singing voice that you heard as you walked through the fields as the sun was beginning to set. You knew that you shouldn’t have followed the voice. You didn’t know who it belonged to. You didn’t know if it would be safe. But your curiosity got the best of you when you saw that the angelic voice belonged to the glowing boy sitting on the cliff’s edge.

Na Jaemin, Son of Aphrodite  Beauty in it’s purest form, Na Jaemin was the son of the goddess of love and beauty. He loved like no other, becoming too attached to the mortals below. Watching them, admiring the, he has come to love the mortals for their uniqueness. Na Jaemin has never wanted more than to leave and walk among them. His mother never allowed; she did not want her sweet son’s beauty to be tainted by the selfish mortals but Jaemin was never one to follow the rules.  ⎯⎯⎯ You knew just about everyone in the village. From the baker who always made you fresh bread to the woman’s silks and clothes you often wore. From the newly born baby down the road to the grandfather from the house next to yours. There was no one in the village that you didn’t know; or at least you thought. He came on a summer’s day, walking down the street, not aware of the admiring stares he was getting. He was ethereal, you could say, but the real question was, where did this boy come from?

renjun x female reader (ish) ;; in third person point of view

an: i’m back! i swear i didn’t die but school is just a pain. i’ve had this writing in my drafts for a while but it’s just recently i’ve finally been able to finish writing it. it’s just a short writing and i hope none of you mind that it’s a little shorter than my usualy writings. i hope you have a great day & maybe there will be another writing update tonight? who knows. enjoy<3 

word count: 2.5k 

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Renjun is 13 years old. Renjun is the kid who succeeds in Korean. He‘s top of his class. Renjun is the student who wanted to do the best he can in school. Renjun is 13 years old and he loves moomin. He is 13 years old when he first heard a song in korean and decided to sing along. Renjun sang to his heart’s content and he loved it. Renjun is 13 years old when he discovered his love for singing. He would often be found playing the piano and singing to songs that he loved. It was his mother who supported Renjun the most, singing along with him and introducing him to new music. He was 13 years old when he was walking down the streets of Jilin, China with his father. He is 13 years old when the two of them walked into a bakery and was greeted with a woman behind the counter. Renjun is 13, and he started to notice the girl who danced around school. Her feet were as light as a feather and would spin around in the hallways. He is 13 when he was caught watching by her. He was sure he almost died on the spot but when she gave him a soft but beautiful smile, he knew it would be his favorite smile. Renjun is 13 when he entered the same bakery he went with his father, alone this time, and was greeted by that smile. Renjun froze in his place but when she asked him what he wanted in her soft, loving voice, he was able to answer her without embarrassing himself. Renjun is 13 and it was then that he continued to go to the bakery and get bread for his parents. They spoke often but never once did she ever reveal her name to Renjun, so nor did he. After getting the bread home, it became a routine for Renjun and his mother to sing together and play piano together. They laughed and sang to his father. Renjun’s mother looked him in the eye, a glint of hope showing through as she told him that he would one day become a very successful artist. She told him he would be traveling the world, being loved by everyone and sharing his music around the world. Renjun is crying tears of joy when his mother holds his face in her hands and asks him to never forget her as they continue to dance and sing. Renjun is 13 years old when she sat down next to him during lunch and, once again, gave that smile Renjun would never get tired of. “Y/N,” she said, holding her hand out to him. Renjun smiled, and responded with, “Huang Renjun.”

Renjun is 14 when got paint all over himself. He was just trying to paint a picture of the beach when Y/N came in and interreupted his painting session. Renjun is 14 when he started hanging out in the bakery and became closer friends with Y/N and her family. He is 14 when he started to believe that aliens existed. He would often argue with Y/N, trying to convince her that it’s most certainly impossible that Earth is the only planet that has life. Most certainly impossible. Renjun is 14 when he started going to Y/N’s dance reception, mesmerized by the elegant dance moves she made. Mesmerized by how she freely moved across the stage as her dress twirled around her. Renjun is 14 when he, looking down at his shoes, shly asked Y/N to teach him to dance. When he looked up, he was greeted once again with the same shining smile he saw a year ago. Renjun is 14 when he and Y/N were twirling around, dancing together under the summer sun and moved along with the wind. Renjun is 14 when he found out a drunk driver had hit a car. His car. Holding his mother and father. He is 14 when he is sitting at the edge of the bed, holding his mother’s hand as he cried till he could no longer cry. He is 14 when Y/N came knocking on his door to find him on the floor, head in his hands as he continued to cry. He is still in his black clothes when Y/N walks up to him and sits next to him, taking his head out of hands and into her shoulder. Y/N was softly speaking to him but Renjun wasn’t able to hear anything at that time. Nothing but the sound of a car sliding across the road. Nothing but the sound of the continuing beeping of the heart monitor until it just stopped completely. Renjun is 14 when he started to hate music. His one escape from the cruel world, and he hated it. He wasn’t able to escape through music anymore. Music was the one thing he and his mom had and it was just a painful reminder. Renjun is 14 when Y/N was the only person who was there for him. Renjun’s father was equally just as broken as him and there was no way he could comfort Renjun while trying to hold back his tears himself. It was Y/N who helped him get through everything. Y/N would treat him to hot pot. Y/N would suggest moomin marathons in his room while they lounged around in pajamas. Renjun is 14 when he became Junnie. A nickname he hated but he would let it slide because you were the one who called him that. He is 14 when he started to feel butterflies whenever you were around him. Whenever you grabbed his hands, he would feel a rush go through him. And when you smiled. His favorite smile that he loves so much. It brought him so much joy and happiness, he wouldn’t be able to explain it in words. Renjun is 14 when he continued to dance with Y/N until it eventually became his new escape. Moving around so freely, spinning around, feeling light as a feather. So light that the wind could pick him up. It became his new favorite thing in the world. Next to Y/N of course.

Renjun is 15 and he is sitting in a cafe when Y/N slams a piece of paper onto the table. He looks up at her then down at the piece of paper. SM Global Auditions, it said. “You need to do it.” Renjun looks up at Y/N. He remembers those two letters. SM. He remembered that it was his mother’s favorite entertainment company in Korea. He knew it held his mother’s favorite korean groups, the very groups’ songs that he would often sing to. Singing and dancing audition, it said. Dancing, Renjun thought, was no problem. Singing, now that was the problem. Renjun is 15 and it’s been a year since he was able to touch the keys of his piano or even sang out a small little note. It’s still painful. The memories of his mother that comes with playing the piano and singing. Not a day has gone by that he didn’t miss her. He was doubtful about the audition and Y/N knew it. Renjun was 15 when Y/N took his hands into her own, looked him in the eye and said, “It’s what she wanted for you.”

Renjun is 15 when he was able to touch the piano again. His fingers automatically knew what to do. He was playing and eventually, he started singing. He kept singing until he started crying. Tears streamed down his eyes as he stopped playing. He was smiling. These tears weren’t of pain anymore. They were of joy. He looked up, speaking to no one as he said, “I’ll make you proud.”

Renjun is 15 when he entered the building, holding Y/N’s fingers tightly. He was nervous. He and Y/N, along with his father, flew to Seoul just so he can audition. He never thought he would ever audition to become a kpop idol, but here he was, standing in front a panel of people as the music started and he began to sing. He sang like no one was in the room and danced like there wasn’t a panel of people watching his every move. Renjun is 15 when Y/N runs up to him, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck. “I knew you could do it.”

Renjun is 15 when he stands in the airport, facing his father. His father was crying but Renjun was trying to be brave. Trying to hold back his tears for his father. He wanted to show him that he was old enough for this. Renjun’s father gives him a tight hug, a hug that showed he didn’t want to let him go. But he had to. Renjun had to stay in Korea to train under SM. “Make me proud son,” he said before he walked through the security. It was the next goodbye that Renjun snapped. His tears just flowed out as he went up to give her a hug. “Y/N-“ he started before he choked up and his words died on his tongue. The tears just couldn’t stop flowing. He heard her giggle at him as she squeezed him in the hug. “Ya Junnie! Don’t cry! You’ll be living your dream!” And it was true. He was one step closer to achieving his dream and the future that his mother invisioned for him. He pulled away from the hug and looks at her. Y/N’s bright smile looking at him. How much he would miss that smile. “Don’t forget about me when you get to famous, yeah?” Renjun could only nod before Y/N walks away to meet his father at the gate. How could Renjun forget about you? The girl who always greeted him with a bright smile whenever he entered the bakery. The girl who would dance around the school’s courtyard, even when it was pouring rain. The girl who would yell at him and tell him that aliens don’t exist and are just a superstition. The girl who would always watch moomin with him over and over again even though it was getting boring. The girl who taught him to dance, who introduced him to his new passion. The girl who was there to give him light during his darkest days. The girl who was able to get him to sing again. The only person, other than his parents, to support him in his future of becoming an idol. How could he forget you? The one he learned to fall in love with.

Renjun is 16 and he is still training. It’s been 5 months since he joined SM Entertainment and he has become closer to one of the trainees named Sicheng. Sicheng was the one who always watched out for him and treated him like a younger brother. Renjun would often get homesick and Sicheng would be there to help him. There were other trainees as well. Trainees who were his age, Jeno, Haechan, and Jaemin. They were closer though because they’ve known each other for years. There were a few Chinese trainees and their presence helped Renjun feel a bit better. Renjun is 16 and his training schedule has barely given him anytime to call his father. He would walk up at 5 am, go to practice, and wouldn’t be home until 10 pm. By then, his father would’ve already been sleeping. And so would Y/N. Months has passed since the Renjun has spoken to Y/N, the last time being a few weeks after she left. Renjun knows that he can’t call her during school and when he was finally free, she would be sleeping. Every once in a while Renjun would be able to talk to his father, but never Y/N. There would be times that she did call him but Renjun was never able to answer. Days went on and there would always be missed calls on his phone. Renjun is 16 when the number of missed calls went from 6 to 2 to 0. He was sure that Y/N had forgotten about him and he had nobody to blame but himself. He could’ve always called her back, but his excuse was always that Y/N would be sleeping but he knew that was a lie. Considering how close he and Y/N are, was, Y/N would’ve stayed up to wait for his call. But he just could never call her back. Renjun is 16 when he had to delete the social media he had due to being an SM trainee. Before he deleted it though, he went through Y/N’s profile, wanting to see her smile once again. She was out there having a good time. Going to school with all his old friends and still helping her parents with the bakery. Renjun is 16 when he is talking to his father on his phone and he asks him about Y/N. His father mentions that she no longer visits him and wondered if Renjun was still in touch with her. Renjun stayed quiet and his father never brought her back up. 

Renjun is 16 when he is told by SM that he would be debuting under the group NCT in the subunit NCT Dream. Renjun is in the dorms, crying tears of joy because he’s finally going to debut. He’s done it. He’s finally going to be able to perform in front of people and sing to them. He’s finally going to be living the life that his mother wanted for him. He is 16 when he grabs his phone and types in the first phone number he can think of. He pauses before calling. He looks down at his phone and sees that it is not his father’s number but Y/N’s. Y/N was the first person he wanted to share the exciting news to first but 4 months of no contact, he was sure that he had forgotten about you. He, most certainly, as not.

Renjun is 16 when he is nervously pacing back and forth backstage. His first performance. His debut stage. This was it, he thought. There was no holding back now. There was no getting cold feet. This was what he dreamed of and he trained so hard to get here. He was finally going to debut. But he still couldn’t help to be nervous. A crowd of people watching him perform. Not to mention the people who would watch through TV. He was terrified. Mark, the oldest of NCT Dream and leader, was trying to calm Renjun down and help him. He told Renjun words of encouragement but Renjun knew they wouldn’t help him. Only one person was ever able to help ease him, but she wasn’t there. Minutes before they were to perform, Renjun took a peak at the crowd through backstage. He was scanning the crowd when he saw something familiar.

a dance for two. you and renjun are partners for a dance showcase and are performing a dance duet.

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SM’s Elite School filled with students, all who which have a strong compassion for what they love. The school was very popular, known for being one of the most prestigious art schools in South Korea. Of course, the school was naturally filled with talented people; those who can sing the highest pitches of sounds to those who can act like their best friend has left and is absolutely heartbroken. It was an art school after all. Everyone had to audition to showcase their talent and prove that they belonged in the elite art school of SM. Thousands and thousands of applications were sent to SM’s Elite Art School every year and only a total of 300 students were accepted. The school is very strict with their numbers and only a total of 300 students could be accepted every year. Waitlists were usually long and never moving. After all, who would drop out of SM? There were, of course, those special, luck students who did not have to audition to get into. Huang Renjun, was one of them. Huang Renjun was scouted by one of SM’s dance teacher when he went to Renjun’s school talent show where he performed a dance to Lauv’s I Like Me Better.  Renjun was known for being one of the most talented dancers at school, along with his friends Jeno, Jisung, and Donghyuck. The four was always accompanied by three other students; two rappers and a vocalist. Renjun was not only known as a well coordinated dancer, but an excellent vocalist with the voice of an angel and as well as an outstanding student. He was also known for being a kind hearted person. He was loyal to his friends and he often was kind and smiled to anyone who deserves his kindness. He was also trying new things. 

 Which would explain why in came Renjun, into your fourth period ballet dance class at the beginning of the new semester. Everyone knows that Renjun was known for his performances with his friends, none of which consisted of ballet dances, so it came as a surprise to you as Renjun walked into class, the teacher introducing him as one of the new students of the class. Whereas Renjun was popular at school, you were not. You preferred to stay away from the crowd and stray away the spotlight. Not many knew who you were for you are the quiet girl who dances ballet and nothing more. As you were tying your shoes, Renjun came up and sat down next to you on the bench, also putting on his shoes. You made I contact with him and he gave you the sweetest smile. 

“Hello Y/N. I didn’t know you were in fourth period ballet.”

“You-You know my name?”

“Of course! You always perform modern dance and ballet throughout the schools showcases. I never really got the chance to tell you but you dance beautifully.”

The comment made your cheeks blush red as you murmured a soft,

“Thank you.”

Before Renjun could say anything else, your teacher, Ms. Kang, cleared her throat and called for the class’s attention. 

“Okay everyone! It’s the second semester and I hope you all had a wonderful break and that you all have the classes you wanted for this semester. I really don’t want to do this to you, but we are going to have a project this beginning of the new semester.”

A collection of sighs went around the room, along with groans and small complaints. You stayed quiet while Renjun helped quiet down the class to allow Ms. Kang to continue speaking. 

“I know, I know. I’m a horrible teacher. But, I wanted to be able to do three showcases this semester. One would be the spring dance showcase, the end of the year showcase, and this showcase. This showcase would just be mostly for your parents and other fellow students part of the ballet/modern/contemporary dance department. So, for this showcase, you and another student in this class will choreograph a dance to a song that I will assign. Go and find your partner.”

Most of the students went around and looked for partners, whereas you just stood there. You didn’t have any close friends in class and the people you usually talked with already had partners. Next to you, a majority of the students went up to Renjun asking him if they could be partners. 

“Uh, actually I already have an idea of who I want as my partner,” Renjun politely apologizes.  

“Hey Y/N. Want to be partners?” Renjun asked.

 You looked up and saw his soft smile. The girls that asked Renjun glared at you, hating the fact that Renjung wanted to be partners with you instead of them.

“Uhm, yea sure, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind! I was the one who asked to be partners silly,” Renjun laughs and ruffles your hair. 

Renjun was a pretty skinny boy, making him look very small. But, Renjun was still significantly taller than you. He was around 4 inches taller than you. 

“Okay, please stand with your partner so I can assign your song. This project is due in 5 weeks, a week before the showcase. You will have be performing at the showcase and I will be grading you then. This is worth 100 points. You all should know what I am looking for now and it really isn’t hard to fail this project, just get a dance ready. Okay? You can start once I assign your song.”

Ms. Kang walked around, assigning songs to the students. When she got to you and Renjun she looked at the both of you and said, “Ah, Renjun and Y/N! I was hoping the both of you would pair up. Okay, I want the both of you to dance to I.L.Y by The Rose. I expect great things from the both of you.”

With that, Ms. Kang walked away with a smile and worked on the next set of partners. 

“I’m free Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. There will probably be a lot of people wanting to use the dance studios at school so maybe we can go to the dance studio my dance team uses? Can we meet on those days there and work on our dance?”

You didn’t answer Renjun immediately. You knew who was part of Renjun’s dance team and you knew there were at least 11 people more in their entire team. Renjun and his friends were just part of a unit and the dance team was composed of all boys who basically grew up together. You thought you’d be invading if you were to go to their dance studio to work on the project when you and Renjun can just use the ones at school. 

“Uhm, I’m good with those days, but uhm. Is your dance team okay with me going into your dance studio?”

“Of course! A some of us are from school, we all know you. They would love for you to come.”

You looked at him in shock. How could they know you? Not once have you thought that people actually knew your name at school, so how could Renjun and his friends who were one of the most popular kids at school know you?

“Ah, okay.”

“Great! So, let’s start.”

❤︎

It’s been two weeks since you and Renjun started working on the project. You were happy to say that things were going well. You thought that Renjun wouldn’t want to hear about your ideas on the dances that the both of you could use, but it turns out he was very open minded and always asked for your opinion on everything. The boys, Donghyuck, Jeno and Jisung helped a lot with the choreography, mostly Donghyuck. Chenle, Mark, and Jaemin usually helped out as well, sometimes bringing the both of you food and water when you worked too hard. It was funny when you first entered the dance studio. You walked with Renjun after school on a Wednesday, staying after school for 2 hours to do homework together before heading to the studio. Renjun explained that the boys were probably working on a new project they started and so they were most likely going to be at the dance studio as well. When you both entered the dance studio, you were bombarded by the six boys.

“Ah, Y/N! You’re here!”

“Ah, hello Jisung. Hello everyone.”

“Wait, Y/N, did you actually agree to be partners with Renjun? Did he not force you into anything?”

“Be quiet Jeno.”

“Ah Y/N!” exclaimed Chenle. “My sincere apologies about Renjun, you’re probably going to have to carry him in this project. He’s not a very good dancer, unlike you. You’re very good! You move so smoothly, it’s incredible!”

“Th-thank you Chenle.”

“Wow, I’m surprised that Renjun actually had the guts to ask you. Didn’t think he’d do it.”

“Yea, Mark Hyung is right. Hey Renjun, isn’t Y/N yo-”

“OKAY Jisung! That’s enough! Get out, Y/N and I are going to work on our dance. Go on, get out.”

You never had the chance to ask Renjun what Jisung was talking about because Renjun started going over what the both of you talked about at school. It was a ballet dance made for two. Since it was a love song, Renjun thought it was a good idea to have a message behind your dance. It would speak of two lovers. It was tough for you, dancing with someone else. Renjun had feeling whenever he danced, and he would always channel the character beautifully. You had some getting used to, acting to be Renjun’s lover and dancing so close to him. You barely knew Renjun, so you weren’t very comfortable with it. However, throughout the 5 weeks, you and Renjun became really close. You started to hang out with him and his friends during lunch and you would always help him out with homework after school at a moomin cafe. You even started going to the dance studio daily, not just on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. You started to take part of the boys dances and started to help them come up with ideas. You’ve gotten very close with them and you were afraid that once the showcase was over, you wouldn’t get to hang out with them anymore and you would go back to be acquaintances. You were mostly afraid that you and Renjun wouldn’t get to spend as much as time as you do now. Mostly because you believe that you developed a small, tiny, little, crush on him. Whenever he would twirl you or come close to you in your dance, your heart would beat faster and you would get lost in his eyes, especially the ending pose. One of Renjun’s arms would be holding your waist while the other would spread out like yours. 

It was the day of the showcase, and you were backstage getting ready for your turn. You were wearing a red flowy costume, one that would help exaggerate your turns and dance moves. You had makeup on, of course, someone all dancers would wear, and your hair was slightly wavy. You were really nervous, as you usually are before a performance. You didn’t eat anything before going backstage and you were really regretting it because you were getting really hungry. Renjun comes up beside you, holding a smoothie and a muffin. 

“I remember you telling me you don’t like to eat before a performance because you’re afraid of throwing up, so I brought you a muffin in case you got hungry. A smoothie too in case you want something a bit sweeter or if you just want a drink.”

You smiled at him, “Thank you Renjun. You’re a lifesaver. I really hope we’ll do well in this. I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to mess up or anything.”

“You’ll do great, you always do. You’re on of the best dancers I know.”

Before you can say something back, the dancers before you finished and you can hear Ms. Kang announce both yours and Renjun’s names through the mic and your stomach turned. Renjun grabbed your shoulders and turned you, so you were both standing close, looking at each other eye to eye. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, you got this. Just breathe in and out. Just focus on me the entire time, yea?”

His words soothed you as you felt your nervousness go down. You gave him a small nod and a smile murmuring a small thank you. Before Renjun goes to the other side of the stage, he stops and looks at you and says, 

“You look really beautiful by the way.”

And right when you thought your nervousness was gone, it was back again. How could he announce something that made your heart race so casually? He said it as if it was nothing. Ignoring your heart, you went onto the stage, looking straight at Renjun. Before you knew it, the music started playing and you couldn’t think about anything else but the dance. You didn’t worry about having to fail, or messing up the choreography, you were lost in the music. You didn’t see anyone but Renjun, as he danced with you along with the music. It was just the both of you, dancing on the stage, the music filling your ears. Once the song was over, you and Renjun stared at each others eyes. You couldn’t hear the cheering, all you could hear was how loud your heart was beating. It was so loud, you knew Renjun could hear it as well. Before you could step away from Renjun’s hold, his hand comes up to cradle your face, and he presses his lips against yours. You didn’t react at first, shocked by the sudden action, but when you felt Renjun start to pull away, you kissed him back. The kiss was soft and sweet, also short lived as the both of you were on stage in public. When you pulled away, your eyes met a blushed Renjun. 

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“What? You’ve always wanted to kiss me?”

Renjun nods. “I always come to your performances and I’ve always wanted to compliment you. I never had the guts to tell you how amazing you were at dancing though. I joined ballet and modern dance because I knew I’d get the chance to dance with you. I guess you can say, I’ve had a small crush on you for a while now. I really like you Y/N, I really do.”

“Why thank you Renjun. I really like you as well.”

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