𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺; renjun x dream

𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚

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Pulling up outside the premier's venue was now on Renjun's list of top five terrifying things. It was swamped with people crowding on either side of the entrance, and it appeared most stars were already wandering inside. The sky was dark now, making the brilliant lights decorating the building even more outstanding, and the cameras sparking their lights in little bursts shone in the Chinese boy's eyes.

"Ready?" Mark asked for the nth time tonight. He probably enquired the very same question over and over because he never believed his partner for the event...but it assured him a little more each time when Renjun responded with a light 'yeah'.

"What do I do when my face gets caught?" He shuddered. "Will I have to start wearing a mask like you do? I don't want to be known..."

"Maybe for a little while, Love. But people move on from things fast, and the glow of excitement towards one thing dissipates once something new comes along," he murmured. "Within a few weeks, some other celebrity will have a new partner, or fuck up on television or whatever. You'll be free of media talk then."

Sounds like a hassle, the blonde-ravenette thought bitterly, but he also couldn't wait to do this. To be the person hanging out of Mark Lee's arm for once, and to appear as stunning as he did now. The boys had done an amazing job of cleaning him up, so chickening out after all this work would've been awful. Not only that, but YangYang and his mother had called earlier to wish him luck, so it would've been disappointing to drop from it all now.

"Okay," Mark smiled, getting out through his door and wandering around to help Renjun out of his side, "Shall we?"

The lights grew to be even more blinding than they were before as the short adult emerged from the vehicle. As Hyuck and Lele had planned, his glittery, red button up caught each and every camera flash directed at him, and he sparkled like a tremendous star. His legs looked so good while walking alongside the actor, and the makeup brought his entire face to life.

He suited Mark.

"Everyone's staring," the inexperienced male whispered against the other's ear, fingers unintentionally digging into the older's bicep with nerves. "Why are they staring?"

"You're pretty."

"There are prettier people around here though..."

"You're new."

"New? I'm not famous. I'm not interesting..."

The ravenette could only chuckle fondly as he brought him down the carpet, the double glass doors only a metre away and all his costars and cast friends waiting beyond them. This was always the hard part; making it to the entrance.

Renjun tried to tune into the gossip floating around the air, remembering not to make eye contact or to purposely answer the many questions getting thrown at him...but he did hear some disheartening comments.