NCT IMAGINES

RENJUN X NINGNING IMAGINE

RENJUN X NINGNING IMAGINE

Title: BICYCLE TIRES

Ningning's POV

There's a boy that I like.

His hair is black. I like how he combs it and makes it looks neat. I like a boy who cares about the way he looks. I like a boy who's composed, behaved and elegant. Why? Because I need someone who complements me, the crazy girl, the humorous one not many boys like to date, but many girls like to be around with.

He has a very handsome face. Bless his parents for creating him one night, without you both, I wouldn't have seen his beauty. He's got the type of face you'd love to see over and over again until you got sick of it. Though he's not like Jeno or Taeyong oppa who are visual gods, but his visual to me is just right. Not too handsome that other girls fawn over him, and not too bad looking that other girls would hate him.

He's obsessed with a cartoon called Moomin and likes to draw it whenever I draw with him. We draw together a lot. He would draw Moomin in any kind of variation, whether Moomin would be wearing a uniform or pajamas, he'd be drawing it. While I would draw him while he was happily sketching Moomin and showing it to me, because his happiness was all I needed to capture. So that I could remember that there was a period where he smiled at me like that, and a period where we were young and happy and didn't have to worry about anything. Because what if, one day, we grew up and left it all behind?

His name is Huang Renjun.

We first met when we were both scolded by the instructor and both decided to stay at the practice room to practice some more together. It was awkward at first. It was my first time being alone with a boy. I remember how he was wearing a blue hoodie and some sweatpants, and that was the first time we even had a proper conversation. I knew him as that cute Chinese trainee that was already good at Korean and he knew me as that crazy Chinese girl who once joined a competition and got scouted. We weren't friendly. I tried to crack some jokes at him, he didn't laugh.

"Hey, Renjun."

"Yeah?"

"Wanna know why the bicycle couldn't stand by itself? It's because it was TWO-TIRED! HAH!" I even slapped my knee to add comic relief, he had no response. ".. my bicycle has three tires," he eventually replied.

"O-oh, hahaha.. why's that?"

"There's a basket in the back. I put my backpack there, y'know, whenever I cycle here to SM.."

"Oh, interesting..," I trailed off. Awkward silence. He didn't seem to mind and started humming, but I felt like I was going to die in there. The whole practice we didn't exchange any more words and just danced. It wasn't comforting. Ever since that day, I vowed, I wouldn't practice with Huang Renjun ever again.

But Yiyang was quite surprised to hear my decision. "What? You don't like Renjun?" she asked me. "No, he doesn't take my jokes well and he's really stiff. I think we're better off not being familiar with each other," I told her. Yiyang chuckled and gave me a pat on the back as we walked home together.

"It's because he's a little awkward with people he just met. Give him time, he'll warm up to you."

"Why? Are you two close?" I asked her.

"Yeah. He's a pretty funny kid. Ain't as corny as you are, but don't worry, your corniness is what I like about you." she winked at me. Renjun? Funny? I remember thinking that at the time and scoffing. "Why are you scoffing? Seriously, it's time you start opening up to the male trainees and don't just talk to the girls," said Yiyang.