NCT One-Shots

Wanna Be Yours pt.1|NoRenMinHyuck

       Jeno x Renjun x Jaemin x Haechan

"I wasn't the only one you made out with?" Renjun asks, quietly. His eyes flick up to Haechans and he forces out a laugh. "Look at you."

Haechan is anything but stupid and he knows that Renjun isn't as okay as he's trying to convince him but he still can't figure out why.

They've always had a special relationship, bordering the line between platonic and romantic and it always seemed to work.

Until Jeno and Jaemin.

"Renjun...", He starts. "I...it didn't mean anything."

Renjun almost wishes he would've told him how much it meant instead. The words "it didn't mean anything" ring in his head, taunting him, urging for a reaction.

He would love if he could not take this personally, but how can he? Haechan did the same thing with Jaemin and Jeno that he does with him. If his time with them was meaningless then so is everything he does with Renjun.

Everything that's started to mean the most to him.

"Oh, so like us?" He asks with a casual shrug, looking at the chip bag as he grabs one.

"What?"

Haechan can barely believe his ears and his friends reaction. Sure, they're nothing short of friends with benefits but he thinks it's different. They're not dating but they're each others.

And to hear it called meaningless messes with him in a way he didn't think it would.

"We're different. They were...They were just because."

"Because they're fun?"

"I'm sorry, I don't mean it like that. You-you're more."

"I'd like to think I'm more than a random...uh, what should I call it, source of entertainment? I am your friend."

The ravenette wants to sew his mouth shut. He doesn't know why he insists on torturing himself with the subject of what he means to the brunet. He knows.

Something Haechan is, for great or worse, is honest. And he made sure Renjun knew what he is to him from the beginning.

Fun.

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When Renjun goes to the next party with Haechan and leaves him alone to seek out either Jaemin or Jeno, it's the first time he truly wonders if he is a masochist.

So far, he's already made three choices that prove the theory true. One, arriving with Haechan—the scenario that would usually mean they would be the ones to flirt and end up messing around in a room upstairs. Two, leaving him alone. So he can find someone else to keep him company for the night. Three, speaking to the most recent people to make out with the person he likes. About the person he likes.

That's how he ends up an emotional mess in front of the bluette—Jaemin, admitting his feelings on a situation that he's hardly involved in. He'd like to think he is but without dating him, who Haechan decides to spend his time with and whatever he might do with them is none of his business.

"What? Okay, I'm so sorry. If I'd known that you were his-if you liked him, I wouldn't have let him kiss me. I'm not down for any sort of relationship drama with anyone."

"It's not your fault. You didn't know. Like Haechan has no idea I like him."

"Why haven't you told him? It doesn't seem like he'd take it badly."

Renjun sniffles, wiping his eyes angrily. "He doesn't see me like that. He likes our friendship and I'm...fun."

"If you don't like your relationship, why haven't you spoken up?"