𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐡.𝐫𝐣

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

prologue.

Huang Renjun was always an artistic guy. You knew this since 5th grade, after you had requested him to paint you an elephant. You expected the elephant to be painted in gray, but it was filled with colors and such detail, you couldn't help but boast how you got such a beautiful painting.

But a youtube channel? You didn't really expect that from him. You didn't think he would really put himself out there, so publicly and expose his personal side, but he has been hanging out with Lee Donghyuck for years now so he was bound to grow more extroverted.

It was strange, you spent so many years with him during your childhood, and now you're one of his (thousands) of viewers, supporting him in a way you never thought you would.

You scroll through instagram on your bed, a face mask cooling your face as you relax after a long week of work. This week had been filled with assignments and tasks from the company you intern at, but alas, summer had come.

The first few hours of freedom and you're already relaxing so carelessly.

You quirk up in interest when you come across a post Renjun posted just minutes ago, reading through the lines of the caption with curiosity. Lines of how summer is finally back, something about a qna, you're definitely gonna submit something in. The next line surprises you a little bit.

'Here's my email if you guys want to tell me some stories or tell me a problem, now don't go complaining about my alien theories again ;)'

You contemplate on emailing him. You tried emailing him from the one he made in 4th grade, but of course nobody was managing it.

'ah, fuck it.'

Shrugging, you opened your emails, going straight to, and type in Renjun's new email address. But you doubt he'll reply, there are probably thousands of emails already sent in with the amount of fans he has.

'Hey Renjun! I don't know if you remember me but it's Y/n. The girl from 3rd to 8th grade? I doubt you'd remember me, but I just wanted to check if you did :) I tried contacting your old email you made in 4th grade but you didn't reply, as expected haha.

Anyways, if you see this, and you do remember me, hit me up! I'd love to catch up soon<3

Kind regards, Y/n Y/l/n.'

You cringe at the basic 'kind regards,' but press send anyway, turning your phone off to bring your laptop to your lap instead and watch Buzzfeed Unsolved instead.

The next morning, as you sit on the dining table and bid your roommate goodbye as she leaves the apartment you open your notifications, hoping one of your friends would ask you to hang out like your roommate.

Just as you take your second bite of cereal, you choke on it, eyes widening at the sight of an email, from Huang Renjun.

You quickly wipe off the milk and cereal from your mouth and chin, opening the email to see if it was actually him.