First & Last [RenMin] ✔

11

The sound of his phone ringing is what jerks him awake the next morning. Groggily stretching out a hand, he pulls it up to his face, half squinting as he swipes the green answer icon.

"Just hear me out."

He hadn't gotten a good look at the caller ID, but he's not even surprised to hear Chenle's voice. If it had been anyone else, he probably would have fallen into major panic mode, but with Chenle, he was able to relax. Closing his eyes, he huffs out a breath, propping himself up onto his elbows as he responds. "Chenle, I swear, if you woke me just to tell me you have another set up—"

"No, no. I swear it's not that," he interrupts, a giggle between every word. It was the way he spoke sometimes as though everything were funny.

Renjun hums. "Then to what do I owe this wake-up call?"

"Are you busy today?" Chenle queries. Which means he's already setting whatever idea he has in his head in motion. Renjun confirms that he's free as a bird for the day and he can practically hear the cheer in Chenle's voice. "We're hanging out today. It's been a while and Jisung misses you."

"Misses me?"

"Yeah." There's a pause on the other line. All he can really make out in the brief silence is Chenle's heavy breathing and a little static in the background. He thinks there's murmurs, but he could be mistaken. When Chenle speaks again, his voice drops down a notch. "Plus, I think he could use the distraction. Get his mind off things."

He recalls the night Chenle called in distress. Jisung showed up on his doorstep, a complete mess of tears clearly distraught. As far as he was aware, the topic was taboo. Only Chenle knew what really happened, and while Renjun found himself tempted to ask, he knew he had no place. He and Jisung weren't that close considering it was Chenle he was friends with. He felt that if he asked, it would cross the line. That was only a few weeks ago.

"Sure." He shifts over, pushing himself up until he's kneeling on the bed. "Where am I meeting you guys?"

He can already hear the excitement in Chenle's voice. "Downstairs in ten minutes." Before he has a chance to respond, the call ends and Renjun is left glaring at the screen.

With no other choice but to ready himself, he steps out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom. He stops just before his foot enters the room, tilting his head back and brow furrowing. "Jaemin?" he calls out, retreating from the bathroom and walking into the living room. His eyes take in the area, as well as the kitchen, frown deepening when all he's met with is an empty apartment. He tries to brush off the worry, hurrying to the bathroom when it dawns on him that he doesn't have much time to linger.

Downstairs, Chenle is already waiting in the lobby of the building. He stands when he sees Renjun, that mischievous little smile crossing his face.

"You didn't know if I'd say yes," he mutters, bumping his shoulder with Chenle's. He's about to respond when Renjun is practically tackled into a hug by Jisung who towered over him.

"Renjun hyung!" he greets chirpily, a wide smile forming across his face.

"Yo, Renjun-ah." Donghyuck lifts a hand to greet. Playing nonchalance despite being the least nonchalant person any of them have ever met. Rolling his eyes, Renjun makes a one arm opened gesture. Jisung was still hugging his left side. He watches a grin spread across Donghyuck's face right as he dashes into Renjun's arm, hugging his right side.

"What am I, your parents?" he grumbles softly, lifting his head upward so that he's looking at Chenle and Mark are standing, watching in silent but evidential amusement. It's written all across their faces. Renjun almost yells, but he bites down on his tone. "You two shouldn't look so amused when your boyfriends are snuggling up to another man."