A few days a week, Jaemin noticed, Renjun would come home exactly forty-five minutes earlier or later. How a man could be so precise in stepping foot inside a house, he didn't know. But he certainly had experience with it, considering that whenever Jamin asked him about it, he wouldn't respond, but just give a small smile. He let it off, thinking that he must have had a tight schedule when he was in China. The now blond sat in his chair, wondering about the past month. This guy had just waltzed into their lives, and they had permitted him to live with them, They had exchanged numbers, kisses, cuddles, and clothing. Yet, Jeno and Jaemin knew close to nothing about him.
The door opened and closed quickly, meaning that Renjun was home. A few mumbles. Jeno was probably telling him about dinner. Footsteps on a carpet that were getting increasingly louder. They were approaching his room. Jaemin looked back, expecting to see his boyfriend and his friend, but was instead greeted with a panting Jeno and Donghyuck. "You have got to leave." Donghyuck grabbed him by the arm and yanked him out of the room and down the stairs. Jaemin felt as if time were moving too fast. He was sitting in his chair a minute ago and now he was being dragged out of his house in the dark, with no idea of where they were going. "Hyuck if you don't tell me where we're going right now-"
His friend stopped abruptly in front of an empty park.
"Every minute you stay in that house waiting for Renjun is ascertaining your death. He isn't who you think he is, but now he knows who you really are."
His head pounded and his vision blurred. "It's not possible." He murmured, before falling to the ground as the scenery around him went black.
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tiny | norenmin
Fanfictionsoft boy, soft boy, and another soft boy. renjun loved the idea of it, but he couldn't risk worsening his injuries, no? -𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶- 2020 - yutaney_spears© [unedited]
