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w.c 1.0k | fluff | college au

[ 9:16pm ] at this point in the night, its fair to say your brain is fried. if one more sentence demanded to be written about this god forsaken, lackluster topic, you'd lose your mind for sure. so, for the sake of your sanity, you close your laptop and drop your heavy head to rest in the bend of your elbow.

needless to say, renjun somehow always had more willpower than you when it came to tedious college essays; he always pushed you to your limits during study sessions. but you can tell he's burning the candle at both ends as well. he gnaws his bottom lip as his fingers glide across the lettered keys, and his eyes run laps around the same few phrases attempting to perfect them.

the combination of seeing you shove your coursework aside for enough space to halfway comfortably rest your tired eyes and the warm, drowsy ambience of the library this long after the sun has retired makes renjun muffle out a yawn, leaning back and reaching out to stretch. you open your eyes to peek up at him, letting out a sleepy chuckle when you see him fall limp against the back of his chair. he has a dull, tired gaze on the ceiling, too lazy to lean back up to continue typing.

"join the club," you hum, reaching up to close his own laptop for him. he reluctantly slumps forward with a groan, his cheek finding the solace of his soft sleeves when he rests on his folded arms.

"good plan," renjun sighs, snuggling into his sweater.

your chest feels so warm, and not just from the copious amounts of caffeine you've consumed to stay awake. renjun's cheeks remind you of peaches as he smiles into his much deserved rest, his chestnut hair tousled and hanging in front of his eyes, caught in his curly lashes. calm, even breaths lift his chest with the softest sounds and you've never felt more at peace here, your face just inches from his.

your heart tells you everything is right.

"junnie," you start quietly. he hums in response.

"i love you."

renjun’s brows furrow but his eyes don’t open. “i’m not buying you another coffee.”

you stifle a laugh. “no, stupid. that’s not what i mean.”

renjun's head shuffles up on his arm. his twinkling eyes meet yours, smiling shyly at him, and his sudden realization of this extremely close proximity makes his face hot.

he leans back up, propping his elbows on the table to hold up his already drooping posture. he rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"don't mess with me like that, my brain's too tired," he whines. you giggle lightly, leaning back up yourself so you're level with him.

"i'm not joking, idiot." you retort, resting your chin in your palm. you watch amused as renjun peeps through his fingers, blinking dumbly at you.

"god, you're oblivious," you shake your head while grinning drowsily at the flustered boy, your cheeks feeling warm. the mad thumping in your chest does nothing to suppress your sudden impulsiveness. you really don't know why, but something- everything about this tender, ordinary moment studying together in the library for the millionth time- is telling you that there won't be a better one to tell him. “everyone really does know but you, huh?”

you remember the time in the café when jaemin and jeno said you should stop drooling when they caught you staring at renjun while he ordered a blueberry muffin at the counter. and the time donghyuck teased you for being so lovesick as you hastily pulled the annoyed boy all the way across campus to catch renjun before he left to visit home for the weekend. and the time when chenle and jisung scoffed at the sickeningly sappy and romantic tone of the poem you'd composed for your literature project, both knowing upon just reading the title that it was written about renjun.

“i don’t know how you’ve never noticed. i’m in love with you, jun.”

frankly, renjun doesn’t know what to say. his mind races, his heart races, he couldn't have actually heard that come from you, right? its way too good to be true. he must really be tired if he's hearing things.

but renjun's silence makes you uneasy. maybe you were wrong, maybe you shouldn't have told him. so to save a bit of dignity you laugh awkwardly at yourself, slumping back in your seat, picking at a string hanging from your sweater. suddenly you don't feel so confident.

"its okay, forget i said any-"

"no!" renjun stops you, grabbing your hands, squeezing your fingers. the urgency in his voice and the sudden shift forward on his chair to be closer to you makes your heart jump. the corner of your mouth quirks up in a small, knowing smirk at your bumbling best friend.

"god, i’m sorry, i really am an idiot," he groans, very obviously nervous. "i do, too. i love you, y/n." you grin, watching renjun's peachy cheeks bloom with a deep red.

"then shut up and kiss me already."

renjun gulps. god, does he want to; if there's anything renjun's ever wanted to do, it's to kiss you. but he freezes. his bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as he just stares at you.

with a second surge of courage, you lean all the way forward, closing almost all the distance between you to encourage him. you're so close you swear you can hear his heart stutter, his uneven breath tickling your skin.

finally, renjun leans in, pressing his lips to yours ever so faintly. he's soft and light and sweet, like cotton candy. you can't help but sigh happily on his lips, a giddy and lighthearted sound that makes renjun's heart explode as he breaks out into a shy grin. you tilt your head to kiss him properly, opening your mouth slightly to fit with his in a way that makes him feel like every moment of his life has lead up to this. renjun cups your face with his hand as he moves with you, tracing his thumb along your jaw. your heart melts into honey.

when renjun pulls away, softly and slowly, you're wearing matching dazed, happy smiles. a dreamy sigh falls from his lips, just as his head does to nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

and again, your heart tells you everything is right.

w.c 0.9k | fluff

[ 7:22 pm ] the plate of food in front of you is nearly empty, but raising your head just a bit, you see that the plate directly across from yours is almost exactly how it was when the waitress set it down. you shovel another spoonful into your mouth, watching as your boyfriend’s brow creases as he squints at the almost comically large, dusty and permanently wrinkled roadmap he holds open in front of him.

“i think we’re lost,” renjun sighs, resting his head heavily in his hand, slightly pouty as his eyes continue to scan the maze of lines on the map. you swallow your bite of food, tilting your head doubtfully at him.

“the only way to get lost on a road trip is if we end up at the bottom of the ocean,” you joke, lifting up your mug and peeking in, swirling around the last drops of your hot cocoa. you sigh.

looking up at renjun’s mug, still topped with a mountain of whipped cream, untouched, you grin innocently at him. “are you gonna drink that?” you ask him sweetly, pointing to his hot beverage, batting your lashes. he just shakes his head sadly, sliding the drink across the table.

your grin falls at his distraught expression. you reach over to grab his hand, squeezing it reassuringly in your own. “cheer up babe, we’re not even that far from home yet, we can’t be that lost.” you sip your newly acquired beverage as renjun sighs.

“exactly, we’ve only been on the road for a few hours and i already can’t recognize where we are,” renjun explains, smoothing his free hand over the crinkled paper to flatten it a bit, continuing to follow the small jagged lines with his finger.

“are you sure we can trust that?” you ask, eyeing the ancient looking paper spread out on the table. “it looks really old, jun.”

“what do you mean? how much could have really changed since-” renjun searches around for any indication of a date, sinking down in the booth a bit as he reads out, dejectedly, “1994.”

you snort into your hot cocoa, wiping up the bit of whipped cream that tickled your nose. renjun buries his face in his hands, groaning.

“this map is 30 years old? where did you even get this thing?” you gawk, failing absolutely miserably to hold in your laughter.

“this is the worst luck,” he mumbles into his palms, muffled. you reach up to pry his hands from his face, smiling warmly at him.

“renjun honey, i love you, i really do.” his cheeks heat up ever so slightly at that. “and i love that you insisted on a technology free trip, to bond more and whatnot, but all i’m saying is that maybe if we had a phone, you wouldn’t be so worried.” you suggest, rubbing his hands with your thumbs as you hold them.

“hey, if you wanted an inauthentic trip full of half assed conversation, you could have hit up haechan,” renjun teases.

“why would i hit up hyuck when you’re so much cuter?” you beam, and you notice how the corner of his mouth tips up into a shy smile of his own.

“plus, hyuck would’ve never given me his hot chocolate,” you add. renjun rolls his eyes.

you lean across the table and press a kiss to his cheek. he turns away with a whine at your sudden affection, but his face scrunches up in a grin that makes your heart flutter. the sun has just began to set, casting rays of warmth in through the window next to your booth. it makes renjun’s face glow as he bathes in the sky’s pink light, and you think he’s never looked prettier.

“i know you’re upset, but i promise i’m still having a good time. i don’t care if we’ve been cursed, i don’t care if the whole universe is out to get us.” your head and arms motion upwards, to the ‘whole universe.’ renjun grins dreamily at you, glowing in the sunset.

“as long as i’m with you, anywhere we are, i’m happy.” you reassure him.

“even if we ended up at the bottom of the ocean?”

“i’d hold my breath forever to be with you.” this time it’s renjun who leans forward to kiss you.

“why don’t we find the nearest motel and settle down with some snacks and watch shitty cable movies, and figure out what to do in the morning? i’m sure the map can point us there if nowhere else.” you squeeze his hands, earning a nod and a content smile as he looks down, scanning the map for a possible place to settle down for the night.

as the waitress returns to clean up the plates and mugs, her apron bumps a glass of water perched on the table, sending a icy stream across the old paper.

“oh, god! i’m so sorry, let me help with that,” she bumbles, embarrassed, pulling a wad of napkins from her pockets. she presses them down to mop up the spill, an endless string of apologies falling from her lips. “today has just not been my day, it’s like the universe is out to get me or something.”

as renjun assures her that it’s fine, accidents happen, you glance down at the map, the aged ink blotted out into an unintelligible mess of dull colors. your eyes meet renjun’s again above the disaster, and a second passes before you both chuckle, accepting your fate of bad luck.

“maybe we’d better just call the boys instead.”

To celebrate you finally being done with exams, and them just finishing another successful comeback, you, Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun all decided to get as drunk as possible. Haechan was invited, but ultimately had to abstain due to his 127 promotions, much to his dismay, and Jisung and Chenle were both going to be staying at Chenle's house for the night, so you had all decided that the DREAM dorm would be the best place for it. So far everything was fine, you were all slightly tipsy, being two thirds of the way through the first bottle of the night, but nothing serious yet, and all lying down in the living room, staring at the ceiling.

"Y/n, my dude, my bro, my guy. I love you, but you have got shit taste in booze." Jaemin said, taking another swig from the bottom shelf bottle of vodka you had supplied.

"Not all of us are idols. I'm a college student, and I have a minimum wage barista job, I'm broke as fuck, so this is all I could afford. If you hate it so much, just stop drinking it," you retaliated, reaching to take the bottle, but he snatched it away, slapping your hand, and looking at you, insulted.

"Fuck no. Hey, does anyone know what time it is?" Jaemin asked, taking another mouthful.

"Time is but an abstract concept, coined by clockmakers so that they could sell more watches, and utelised by the capitalist system to put pressure and stress upon each one of us to work ourselves down to the bone, just so the rich man gets richer." Renjun replied monotonously, taking the bottle and swigging.

"Twelve thirty-six," Jeno said, checking his watch. "I'm bored, let's play a card game, or something."

"Okay."

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"Hmmm, three of hearts," Jeno says, putting down his card.

"Okay, uuuuuuhh, wild card, pick up four," Jaemin goes, placing down an Uno card.

"Nice try, but, Ditto, I choose you!" Renjun exclaims, throwing down a Pokemon card triumphantly.

"Hey guys? What the fuck are we actually playing?" you stare at your hand, consisting of playing cards, Uno cards, Pokemon cards, Snap cards, and a gift card.

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"Right, but when you shake laminated paper and it makes that sound, "—"FWUBWUBFWUB" —"Yes, precisely, thank you, Jeno." You tell the boys your favourite sound.

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"I'm going to kill fifty people and an octopus," Renjun says with absolute certainty, and determination in his eyes. Jeno looks at him worried, but Jaemin looks at you weird, as if you had anything to do with this decision.

"Why would you kill and octopus, Injun?" He asks.

"See? Nobody ever cares about the fifty people."

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It had gotten much later, and you and Renjun had exhausted the usual topics of ghosts and aliens. You were now on the subject of cryptics. It seemed you two were off in your own world, with him trying to stay upright by clinging to your shoulders. Jeno and Jaemin were watching, noting how the alcohol had affected Renjun way more than anyone else, as he hadn't even realised he was practically cuddling his crush. But they had.

"Bigfoot, but clean shaven. Barefoot." You provided proudly, with a nod of your head. Behind you, Renjun let out a huff of air as he nuzzled further into your neck.

"Nah, that's Mr. Clean," he says, and you can feel his lips moving against your neck, causing you to blush. You hope neither Jeno nor Jaemin notice it, and even if they do, you hope they just brush it of as the booze.

"What the fuck?"

"You two are the reason I have anxiety."

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It was nearing 5:00 am when you all decided to turn in. Jeno was already in his bed, leaving after having a whispered conversation with Jaemin, during which they kept stealing glances at you and Renjun, who was still stuck to you like glue, even though you were trying to set up the sofa to sleep on.

"Y/n, I really don't think it'll be good for your back to sleep on the sofa like that. You already complain about it enough as it is, you should just use a bed." Jaemin said as you were starting to try and get settled.

"I can't be arsed climbing upto Jisung's bed, so it's this or the floor." You knew what Jaemin was getting at, drunk Jeno isn't as good a whisperer as he'd like to think.

"Well, why don't you sleep with Renjun? He seems nice and comfortable on your shoulder, and you wouldn't want an upset Injunnie on your hands, would you?" Jaemin smirked, knowing you would either cave now, or when Renjun started moping. "Yeah, sleep with me. You're soft, and warm, and cuddly, and I loooooooovvvvvveeeee youuuuuuuu lotsssssss. Loooooooovvvvvveeeee yooooooouuuuuuu." You started off towards his room, because you knew Jaemin was right. A drunk Renjun was a needy and emotional Renjun, and there was no way out of this. As you were walking down the hall, trying to keep to a straight-ish line, you heard Jaemin cooing at you both, so you flipped him off as you closed the door.

Pulling back the covers, you get Renjun into the bed, and go switch off the light. When you get back and begin to lay down, he pulled you in, really closed, and drunkenly kissed you. Granted, it wasn't so much a kiss as Renjun just pushing his face into yours, but your heart still shit itself. After a few more confessions of his undying love for you, and how adorable and lovable and beautiful you are, Renjun buried his head in your chest and fell asleep, not long before you.

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You woke up before Renjun the next day, and felt warm all over at the memories of last night. Playing with his hair was all it took for Renjun to start grumbling and waking up. "Ugh, ah, fuck, that hurts," clenching his hand in a fist, he realised he wasn't laying on a pillow and froze for a second before slowly looking up at you. "Oh, hi..."

"Hey, there. Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Clearly not enough. Could you fill me in?"

"Well, you got really clingy about 3:00 am, and haven't let me go since, except for when I put you in bed and turned out the light. You also kept telling me that you love me lotssss, and then, just as you were falling asleep, you pushed your face against mine, which I can only assume was supposed to be a kiss. But, that's about it." Whilst telling him all of this, you were still playing with his hair, just at the bottom of his head, and he had moved up to be eye level with you on the pillow.

" Listen, I'm really sorry about all of that can we just forget any of it ever happened. I really really am sorry, and I ju-" You cut of his rambling by giving him a proper kiss this time, and looked him right in the eye.

"No, because you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I love cuddling you, and you're the greatest thing to happen to me, and I loooooooovvvvvveeeee youuuuuuuu lotssss, too, and I want to be with you, as much as you do me, apparently. Now, tell me you love me, and cuddle me until we either have to eat or use the bathroom." Renjun looks at you, almost in awe, and dumbly nods his head.

"Yeah, sure, I can do that. I love you more than anything in this whole world, Y/n L/n."

"I love you, too, Huang Renjun."

[21:15] | nct huang renjun

“Don’t listen to society. Don’t look at their views. You're beautiful and I love you as you are. I promise.”

pairing » nct huang renjun x gn!reader (fast proofread once - lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » hurt/comfort, fluff and angst (pretty balanced imo), renjun is concerned for your wellbeing, but he loves you and is willing to show that anytime!, renjun is comforting and patient, best boyfriend huang renjun, renjun letting you steal his clothes instead of buying new ones

word count, estimated reading time » 772, ~3 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader has trouble with body image, reader struggles with body changes in gaining and losing weight, mentions of being stuck between two clothing sizes, weighing body in the first few parts of the story, reader implied medium to long length hair, renjun is taller and physically bigger than the reader

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist 🤍 'especially to you...'

to the you who has doubted the image that any reflective mirror has shown you. surround yourself with people who love you as you are and love yourself as you are. you don't need to change and you don't need to force yourself to change.

if you stay true to yourself, treat your body with kindness, you will be able to see yourself in a healthier light.

it's not easy and it never was. the journey to be able to fully smile at yourself when you've been drowned in doubt is hard but i will pray that day for you will come.

It stares you dead in the eyes.

The meeting of the double arrow-like lines would only appear when you put a considerable amount of yourself with the help of gravity. Then when you do, it blinks alive, calculating the shift of your body and the amount of pressure you would willingly give them. You passed the single-digit stage a long time ago, the same time that you overgrew your baby crib. As you age and mature, you watch the first number change and morph, the next number coming along as it accommodates the changes in your body.

It doesn’t help that the scale is reflective, the fear in your eyes clear and the gulp of your throat resonated deeply in your head as you thought of the amount of food that you digested along with the lack of movement that spreads the entire week.

Maybe you shouldn’t have gone shopping today.

Or maybe, you should’ve never gone clothes shopping at all.

Your mind goes back to the image reflected on the shiny surface of the changing room. It tells you that even though you have made progress, the outfit that wraps around your skin isn't as pretty as you depicted on the mannequin by the big shop window.

Hypnotised to see the truth, your other foot raises, leaving condensation on the marbled floor due to stress. But before it could form a footprint on the glass, a pair of arms lifted you, kicking the machine to the best he could given the non-slip stickers on its bottom for user safety.

“You’ve just weighed yourself ten minutes ago,” the fact whispered in your ear directly. Renjun tightens his hold around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Talk to me, bubs.”

The worried gaze falls upon you as soon as you turn your head sideways. Tears well up in your eyes when Renjun gives a half smile, eyes tender and fingers reaching to swipe the loose strands of hair that tickle your vision. 

“I just feel stuck,” you confessed, hitching rapid breaths with the way your boyfriend turns you to face him, lower body slightly bent to face you head-on. “I tried a bunch of clothes today and I feel like I'm stuck between the two sizes—it just feels like,” your eyes wander around the place, the room seemingly spinning and the tears clouding your view.

Renjun’s hands envelop your shaking ones, pulling them closer to the beating of his chest, in an attempt to ground you back to the present. His heartbeat runs through your fingertips, slowly matching his calming ones and eventually syncing when he instructs you to breathe in the cooler air through your nose and exhale the carbon dioxide through your mouth.

“Those clothes aren't good enough for you then,” Renjun’s brown orbs intently focus on your tear-stricken ones. Without another notice, he cups your cheek, his thumb giving reassuring swipes to your itchy and sticky skin from the salt water. “They don't deserve to be put on your beautiful body.”

It sends chills down your system, closing your eyes to further focus on the tapping of his pointer on the back of your palm. Renjun nods, humming to the count of his fingers on your skin, seeing how your throat stops constricting by your cries, hushing you and pressing delicate kisses on your spent eyelids.

“Don’t listen to society. Don’t look at their views. You're beautiful and I love you as you are. I promise,” Renjun’s sincerity hits your body in a warm wave and your eyes are now crying for a different reason. “Oh?” He exclaims amusedly, the hand on your cheek still holds yours to guide your now relaxed face into the broadness and safety of his chest.

Renjun sways his body, alternating his body weight between his legs. A hand is wrapped securely around your waist, the other crossing diagonally across the back of your head. The fingers on top found a home in your scalp, massaging your negative thoughts away.

“I love you too, Junnie.” 

The nickname that sounds even lovelier gives his heart life, chuckling and hugging you tighter as he lets out a prolonged squeal, commenting on how adorable you are to him.

Renjun pulls you away momentarily, swooping in for his lips to meet yours, calmly and sweetly, caring and patient. It flows through his gesture and he’s glad you know how much he loves you with the way the corners of your lips could reach your ears.

“Besides,” he starts between the medley of pecks on your face, “why are you shopping for clothes when you're always stealing mine?”

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist 🤍 'especially to you...'

tags: @k-films @kflixnet @starlit-network @kstrucknet

short but sweet renjun blurb ^^

you and renjun have been best friends for as long as you can remember. sure, you’ve hugged him plenty of times, but you always wondered what hugging him would feel like if you ever dated. it would surely feel different…but now after a couple months of dating, you still haven’t been able to identify that feeling you were expecting to change. it worried you. you felt at fault for not feeling any different about him, everything still felt the same to you, thinking maybe you just didn’t love him in that way. but it took you long enough to realize that it’s not that you didn’t love renjun… hugging renjun didn’t feel any different because you’ve loved him all along.