[h.rj x dream]
ೃ⁀➷ in which renjun moves into a new
apartment, and the tenants in the
surrounding rooms share a relationship.
→ a relationship they intend to add him to...
↷ mature themes
━ renjun x dre...
last memory chapter guys ;-; low-key gonna miss this book but equally never want to touch it again
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A year and five months ago...
It had been a long, harsh month for Park Jisung. He had ignored the first few texts from Chenle after that day, and the more that popped up in his Notification Centre that he refused to open, the more awkward and difficult it became to actually respond later on. Eventually he couldn't bring himself to do it.
But a month without the beautiful ravenette had not been a month he cared to remember. Waking up was meaningless, going for walks was meaningless and he hadn't had any interactions with other human beings since meeting Chenle...so his social ineptitude had increased.
The world kept spinning but still seemed to leave him behind.
So, digging deep through some notes on his phone for an address he knew he'd written once, Jisung sucked in an anxious breath and sat up from his bed. Gentle sunlight illuminated his hazel hair and without putting too much more thought into it, he got up and grabbed his jacket.
The world was out to get him this time. Not only had a cyclist come too close to wheeling over his foot, but he'd stood on a stray cat's tail and triggered its wrath, tripped and barely caught himself on an uneven tile and very nearly walked into the jewellers to 'get a closer look' at their window displays.
Chenle supposedly lived in a small house tucked away in a suburban part of the city. It suited him somehow, the way a sweet shop employee didn't live in Candyland but in the real world with hard people and harder luck. Jisung had rewired his brain over the past month to grow accustomed to using 'he' instead of 'she' as well. If the guy or girl he had so hopelessly fallen for was willing to talk, he'd listen. He wanted to understand now that he'd gotten over the heart attack of the news.
As Google Maps settled and decided he'd reached the pin he'd been following, his chest tightened like a fist had clamped around it and his eyes shot up to view the three small bungalows lining a green patch of grass. There wasn't a lot of industry out here after having walked for half an hour, and pigeons landed along a few roofs before gurgling their songs.
"Great..." Jisung swallowed thickly, jamming his phone back into his pocket and edging nervously over to the home he'd been looking for. It looked really lived-in from where he stood, with garden furniture out front and a newspaper shoved haphazardly into the postbox. The chimney was dormant at this time of year, but that didn't alter the cosy aura surrounding it.
Does he actually live with those boyfriends he mentioned? The brunette wondered inwardly before he reached the door, as this looked too good for one person's love and attention. Whatever. Life has been shit without him and I can't be that idiot who ruins a good opportunity.
