notes || jaenoren (norenmin)

deux

Renjun crashed right after he got home, sick of this pathetic and stressful day (and life). He just snuggled up to his Moomin cushie and fell right asleep.

He forgot all about the note stuffed in the front pocket of his bag.

Renjun usually was not one to snoop around in other people's business (unlike his friend Chenle) so he was tiptoeing around actually reading the note he never was given a chance to pass on.

Renjun dreamt of pretty eye smiles and angelic grins- the same ones he saw every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, so why dream of them?

Renjun woke up half an hour later, partially refreshed and also a bit pissed at himself. Why are you so whipped for people who are literally dating, you polyamorous shit?

Renjun remembered the art project he was yet to complete, and ran for his bag. For this particular art project, the class were meant to draw a portrait of anyone, colour them in with water colours and stress the darker colours to make it more dramatic (A.N: I'm so fucking sorry I don't know shit about art). Renjun couldn't help remembering that he had wanted to draw Jeno so badly because his sharp features would have gone so well with what he was trying to do. But he could not. Because Jeno was not even his friend.

Renjun ended up being stuck with a picture his friend Kun took of him at the beach during a rather pretty sunset, but still. His softer features did not suit the concept at all. In fact, he didn't even know whether he could draw himself at all, because the picture looked so cliché and since it was himself he was drawing, God, he looked like a potato with glasses. Not too good.

"Oh, god," sighed Renjun, rubbing at his eyes tiredly for the fifth time that day. Then he made a great decision. "Fuck it," he said, making to grab the note from his bag. Those bitches owe me this much for making me think of them day in and day out.

He grappled the clasp open and snatched the note out of the pocket, overcome with frustration at himself. Even if they broke up, he thought, I would never be happy with only one. I want both, I'm such a selfish shit.

But like either of them would ever notice a potato like me.

But I hope they never break up, because they look so freaking happy. They would be sad. God, I don't want that. Can they just be happy forever and get married and move to the French countryside with a dog called Fifi.

What the fuck am I even saying.

Renjun dropped the note and held his head in his hands in despair. He was so freaking whipped. This was going to end in him neglecting his own studies to make star eyes and daydream about the couple.

He puffed up his cheeks in annoyance, a stupid habit of his which always ended in him getting his cheeks pinched painfully.

He couldn't even be mad at Jaemin or Jeno for doing this to him. It was always his fault, the wrongdoing always fell back onto him. He was the one who was whipped, not them.

Shaking his head, he picked up the note and unfolded it. Before turning it over to read it, he turned his head to ceiling, uttering a small prayer for it to be nothing about sex.

It turned out to be something completely different, however. Renjun actually wished it was about sex after all, or something else, anything else entirely. That would have stopped his heart jumping to his throat and starting to do the dance from Shine.

The note said:

nana, Renjun looks so fkn cute today. I could kiss his little nose.

Renjun fell back onto his bed, clutching his poor heart.