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Wicked Love |:| Renmin (Part 2)

A continuation.
(Recap; Donghyuck invited Renjun and Jaemin out to an abandoned mall, and never showed. Jaemin's idea of filling the time involved exposing all of Donghyuck's lies, and giving Renjun a night he'll remember for a long time.
The catch; it's a secret.)
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This is still dead dove material. If you don't trust me then cool. It will get worse. :)
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Peace can never last.

Such was evident by the next day alone, in which Jaemin stuck painfully true to his word, and acted like nothing had happened. Renjun shouldn't be upset by that, considering it was his own rule of the agreement, but maybe that was the brash part of the decision—forcing some of the only love he'd ever felt into secrecy. Not even the light of day knew any differently.

But alas, such was life. Some mistakes cannot be undone. Perhaps this was one of them.

"Styx is almost out of food," Jaemin remarks, which makes Renjun realize he cared much more for that dingy cat than he figured. And he said his name right.

"I can pick some up while I'm out today," Renjun answers, digging through his laundry basket—all clean—for a specific sweatshirt. "Or is it like..right now kinda needed?"

"He's biting my ankles," is his response.

"I think he'll live for a few hours," Renjun huffs a bit, giving up his search for this stupid sweatshirt, assuming he either didn't wash it, or left it at Donghyuck's apartment. Which, just so happened to be his prioritized destination for the day. "If you give him a treat he'll be happy enough until then."

"Treats?"

Renjun turns, and almost laughs, because Jaemin looked more excited about them than the cat did.

"Yes, treats. Should be in the cabinet above the fridge."

Jaemin hums, and quietly retreats to the kitchen.

If only the rest of life were so simple.

"I'm gonna get the big bag this time," he calls, standing up and heading towards the door, keys in hand. "Should last like—four more weeks?"

All he hears is a meow, which he genuinely cannot tell the origins of. Maybe it should be concerning that Jaemin meowing would be a completely normal thing to expect, but he shrugs it off and opens the door. One way or another, he was acknowledged.

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"You took a while," Donghyuck says, a soft plume of god knows what leaving his mouth. Renjun didn't miss that.

"Couldn't find my stupid sweatshirt," he says, tossing his keys on the little table beside the door. "Pretty sure I left it here last week."

Donghyuck's shrugs plainly, sprawled out on his couch, looking lost to the void he claimed was so much better than the dismal reality he was stuck in. Whatever that meant.

Renjun takes a seat beside him, and for a moment, he wonders why he was even there.

"Anyone reached out yet?" Another stupid plume. "About their bodies?"