𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺; renjun x dream

𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

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Renjun pursed his mouth shut and slowly, so slowly, took tentative steps backwards. He didn't want to be heard as the knocking continued, and eventually the sounds he had been hearing cut off as well. It was now apparent that they were aware of his presence, and were back to annoy him.

There's no lock on my bedroom door, is there? The Chinese boy thought nervously, shooting his gaze towards it and grumbling at the affirmation. I'm too tired to talk to them...

Meanwhile, Donghyuck was spinning his ring of keys on his index finger, staring at the others as they pondered over the idea of it.

"We sort of agreed with each other that we wouldn't use the keys on his room, though..." Jeno reminded him, holding Jisung by the back of the neck as he applied angry pressure and spoke with the others.

"But he's not answering," Hyuck groaned, "And he'll be all upset when he realises it's gone."

"It also shows more decency to own up to a mistake or wrongdoing, than to let the victim figure it out and be livid," Chenle posed, holding up an iPad that was most definitely not theirs. "Plus, Jisung can't help it."

"His door was unlocked," the youngest whined while struggling in Jeno's grip. "I blacked out for a second there."

"You told us you'd get that under control, and look at you," Jaemin yawned with messy hair, fixing his clothes that had been cast to the side only moments earlier. "Stop stealing shit you kleptomaniac!"

"C'mon, let me open the door before Mark finds out. I think we punished Ji enough, right?" Donghyuck urged, basically implying that Jisung had had enough earlier.

Jeno wouldn't let him go, though. If he did that, there was no doubt that their little wanderer would be entranced and take something else from the rich newcomer.

Chenle rolled up his loose sleeves, yanking the keys from the brunette and shoving them into the lock to twist carefully. "I could've done that myself," Donghyuck huffed, to which the tall, effeminate male shoved up his middle finger.

"I was sick of listening to the whining. Now. Who's gonna' break it to him? Hm?"

As they all shot tortured glances to each other, another set of heavy footsteps ascended the staircase, the appearance of Mark causing each to break out into nervous sweating.

"What are you five up to?" The ravenette quizzed, "No good, I'd assume. I thought you were having sex."

"W-We were," Jisung cringed at his voice that gave everything away. "...We need to see Renjun."

Mark's line of vision narrowed onto the youngest, then to the iPad in Chenle's free hand. He sighed dramatically, massaging his temples and getting closer. "Lele, I got you a rose gold device, didn't I? That's silver."