notes || jaenoren (norenmin)

dix-huit

On the ride home from his old house, Renjun learned that the boss of the moving men was his father's close friend, whom he had met on his second try at finding a job. That's why they were so nice to him; not that Renjun was disappointed in the least. It was good to know his father had people other than work acquaintances surrounding him. That was where he was currently, at work. He worked as a solicitor, which was not surprising, as that was what he was before... before it. He was just in a position of higher importance, which was quite good. 

Upon reaching his house, Renjun waved off all the men when every last box had been deposited in his room, which was considerably larger than his previous one. He was rather excited to be able to decorate it to his likes; he would have his more prized art pieces on the walls; framed too, because his father would let him. He would paint and combine his own pride flags in one piece of artwork, and maybe do one for his dad too. He couldn't wait to give his room colour. 

That could only start being put into effect once he had finished unpacking though, so he got started right away. Placing the note he had retrieved onto the desk, he made a mental note to put them all together later and hide them somewhere. He emptied the boxes one after the other, and sorted all his things out neatly. He took a ten minute break whenever his side twinged or anything, just to be safe. To be honest, he didn't exactly have all that many possessions, so he was done within four and a half hours. 

Considerably tired, he lay down for a little nap when he was done. Before he nodded off, he checked his phone, just to keep track of the time, to see that it was now a quarter to 3 o'clock. He decided to just sleep until say, four, and he set a timer true to that. 

Little did he know that his nap was about to be cut short. 

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Jeno and Jaemin hadn't exactly told Renjun they were coming over. They had gotten permission from his father to come over whenever they felt like it- of course, when Renjun was at home, as long as they didn't trash the place or throw a party, which kind of went hand in hand. 

Jeno cleared his throat and knocked on the door with the hand that wasn't holding Jaemin's, only to have it swing open slightly. Jaemin looked at the door in surprise, "Someone must have left it unlocked." He nudged the door open and checked inside for burglars, murderers and the likes. "All clear!" he exclaimed, and they entered the house, remembering to close and lock the door behind them.

"Where is he?" asked Jeno, after they had peeked into the kitchen and living room and found no Renjun lounging around. "Ren-" he was muffled by Jaemin slapping a hand over his mouth. "Ow! That was hard, Min!" Jaemin raised an eyebrow at the wording, then decided not to comment. 

"Let's surprise him!" he suggested happily, and then it was Jeno's turn to raise a brow at him. "But we are showing up uninvited and entering his house without his knowing. He's gonna be surprised anyway." Jaemin rolled his eyes, "No, Jen. Like, boo surprise," he brought his hands up and swiftly clenched and unclenched his fingers twice like a witch or something when he said boo, to elaborate further on what he was trying to get across. "Oh, I see! Like, scare him?" 

Jaemin huffed, "There was a nicer way to put it, but yeah, I guess." Jeno laughed, and Jaemin smiled at the sight. Then he pecked Jeno's nose, just because he could, and skipped upstairs, leaving Jeno to redden slightly at the unexpected display of affection, then try to shake it off and follow him up. 

Jaemin was already trying to figure out which room was Renjun's, but Jeno spotted a pink sticky note on one of the doors with the words "Renjun's room" inscribed neatly upon on it in sparkly blue gel pen, in which could only be Renjun's handwriting. "Pretty. I really love his writing," commented Jaemin when Jeno called him over in a whisper. Jeno looked at him strangely, but agreed, because he loved everything about Renjun. It also looked kinda gay, which he was all for.