𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺; renjun x dream

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤

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Renjun's eyes eventually flickered to life at the sensation of breath fanning against his face. His senses detected the pillow squished under his cheek, the soft mattress beneath his stomach and the duvet tugged lightly over his back. Why he was sleeping on his front was a massive mystery to him, as he always chose to curl up on his side or sleep flat on his back.

That wonder dispersed though as he gently peeled his eyes open to see what the hell was causing that warm air to hit his nose and travel across his cheeks. To Renjun's absolute surprise, it was none other than Jisung sleeping across from him in the same position, pretty eyelashes lining his upper-cheeks and perfect lips slightly pouted since his face too was quite squished this way.

"What the....?" The older frowned, initially thinking 'I should be panicking', then falling into a state of relaxation once he recalled the youngest's night-walking habits. His breath hitched as he proceeded to think about last night...about what had happened. Instant fear and shock swept across his unprepared form, and he gasped before shooting up onto his knees with the duvet still over his shoulders like a large cape. "Fuck!"

"Shhhh," Jisung grimaced, rolling onto his back to rub his eyes tiredly. "Too loud."

"Park Jisung, what the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Dunno," he admitted with a slight chuckle before looking up at the Chinese boy with curious orbs. "One minute I was sleeping with Lele, and the next I wake up here. Interesting."

Weirdo, Renjun thought, uncomfortably massaging his waist since his back was killing him. His ass felt as though it had been the point of impact during a car crash and his spine may as well have been a pile of scattered disks it felt so shattered. "Owie..."

"Mhm, that's gonna hurt for a day or so," the young male yawned as he sat up as well to stretch out his arms. "So, who was it? My bet is Jeno."

"W-What are you talking about?" The older tried to escape the conversation through gritted teeth. "I haven't done anything—"

"Ah, I see. So all that whining and moaning last night was because you stubbed your toe or something?"

"Jisung!"

"What? Come on," the brunette wriggled his eyebrows teasingly while peeling the sheets off his body and getting up to leave. "You can't fool six men who have sex religiously with crap excuses like that. You got fucked. So what?"

"God, you're so vulgar," the shorter rolled his eyes irritatedly and grumpily pulled some proper knee-length shorts on instead of the typical kind to avoid the eyes that would surely feast upon his legs. "I can't believe myself, sometimes. How did I let that happen?"

Jisung shrugged unknowingly, pulling the door open for them and letting Renjun exit first just to follow him out. They met Donghyuck in the halls who was sleepily dragging his feet towards the stairs. "Hey Hyucks," his boyfriend waved cutely.