𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝. 𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖬𝖨𝖭

thirty two

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Renjuns phone rung after a couple of hours, the noise being louder than the boys who had been laughing ; Jisung had been telling them some of his childhood stories, most Chenle had heard before but he erupted with laughter at every one anyways. They all stopped laughing and quieted down so that Renjun could take the call.

He looked at the caller ID and it said 'Mother', he knew what this call would be about straight away as he had thought about it beforehand.

"It's my Mom." He said, placing a finger on his own lips indicating that the two others should keep quiet. They nodded and started to chuckle, the silence seeming to be funny to them.

"Hello?"

"Renjun sweetie, where are you?"

"I'm at Chenle and Jisungs house, you know my friends from school?"

"Oh right, so I need you to come home. Luckily Jaemin couldn't do the study thing today or you'd be in trouble for not coming, he's away to visit someone or something.

But me and your Father need to tell you something."

"Can't you tell me over the phone?"

"No because we need you to be here."

"Oh okay I'll be there soon."

"I'll see you when you get back sweetie."

"Bye."

Renjun hung up and just stared at his phone confused, what could they want him for? He had over heard them the night before talking about suitcase and something about 'can we trust Renjun to do that though?'.

Yes, he was confused but he never said anything about it to them. He actually forgot about it till he ended the phone call a second ago.

Chenle and Jisung looked at him confused as well; Renjun looked confused so they thought it was best if they were too.

The dark haired boy looked up and stood up. "I have to go home for some reason, I'll see you guys later. Thank you for listening to what I had to say, you both are the best!" He said quickly before leaving Chenle's bedroom and walking down the stairs.

He opened the door, stepped out and closed it behind him before running to his house – the curiosity was getting the better of him even though it could have been a bad thing, but he had his mind settled on its a good thing for sure.

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Meanwhile Chenle and Jisung where still sitting on the bed confused. "Hm, I wonder what it could be.." Chenle said, placing a hand on his chin and stroking it as if he had a beard.

"Yeah me too. Maybe his parents are gonna cough on him with their corona breath." Jisung replied, laughing at his sentence, generally speaking this wasn't supposed to be an insult but Chenle thought it was.

"Don't insult Renjun's parents breath, I bet they brush their teeth a lot, they don't have corona breath."

Jisung sighed, it was only a joke and this boy was silly enough to take it seriously. "Why would it be an insult if I told you I'm gonna cough on you because I have corona breath as well!" The boy shouted as he started to fake cough on Chenle as he screamed and ran away from him, not wanting to catch the 'corona breath' even though it wasn't even a real thing.

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When Renjun got home he was out of breath by the time he reached the front door, he caught his breath back before walking inside, seeing his parents standing together wating for him.

"Renjun, we gotta go (Stan Chungha) to the airport it's an important thing for your Father's job in America. We've asked Jaemin if he can watch you while we're gone because we thought you'd like some company in the house. Goodbye!" Renjun's Mother said in a split second; Renjun hardly caught a word that came out of her mouth only airport, America, Jaemin – wait, Jaemin?! He thought as he started to already feel dizzy.

"We love you Renjun, we'll be back in probably around three months." His Father said, rolling his suitcases to the front door, as Renjun stood there in shock.

"O-okay, bye! I'll call you guys later I guess." The shocked boy managed to say before his Father closed the door. What had just happened went pretty fast, it seemed like they were in a hurry and as if they didn't have enough time to stand there talking to Renjun before they left.

He walked to the window and seen his parents putting their suitcases in the boot of the car and he seen his Father open the car door and get in. His Mother was about to get in too but she saw Renjun in the window and she waved and blew a kiss to him before doing what she had been doing before; getting into the car.

Then Renjun watched the car pull out of the driveway and down the road, out of his sight. He sighed at this; wondering why he couldn't have came with them too, he'd love to go to America.

"Oh well, it's important they can't be running around after me – but wait! Jaemin should be coming soon. Shit!" He cursed, running up to his bedroom and starting to clean it up; there had been clothes on the floor, his bed was messed up and his school books all over his desk. He didn't even know why he was doing this, it wasn't like Jaemin was an important guest like the important thing for his Father's job. There was also a spare room that Jaemin could sleep in, he definitely wouldn't be sleeping in Renjun's bed.

If you're confused, Renjun's Father works at a jewelery company and he's always away doing things. When it comes to work his Father's always up for it and he always gets down to work which makes Renjun proud to have a Father like him. Something must've happened with the company and that's why he had to go to America as the company had been in a lot of places around the world. He also took his Wife because he didn't want to go alone. Renjun was thinking about it for a couple of minutes.

Renjun was tidying and he picked up something that made him think back to the time where he had used this. It was the skirt that Jaemin made him wear, when he thought back it made him cringe. Why did he do that? At that time he hadn't even been thinking that Jaemin could've been lying to him or still going around being the stereotypical fuck boy that was in every TV show, movie or even wattpad fanfictions.

He sighed and folded the skirt, placing it in the bottom drawer of his dresser. Then as he walked over to his bed and placed his moomin plush where it normally was; in the middle of his two pillows. He heard the doorbell ring.

He knew who it was.
How was he going to do this without screaming or either crying? He would just have to do it, there was no backing out, he couldn't do anything about it now.

"Here goes nothing." He said to himself quietly, leaving his room and walking down the stairs, not even wanting to imagine how the next three months would go like with Jaemin hanging around his house.

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a/n: so i've made this chapter longer than the others because I'm going to try to make them longer to see how it goes :)

Here's a question because why not lmao

[Q] what is your favourite song(s) right now?

[MY A] Psycho - Red Velvet, instagram - DEAN, everything i wanted - Billie Eilish and Awkward Silence - Stray Kids
(as you can see I like a lot of songs)