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Renjun turned over, turning up the Night Night show and beginning to type up his paper. This was, by far, the most unconventional method for getting work done but he figured there were worse things than this, getting off and then immediately getting an idea for his Korean Lit paper. No one had to know that this was his trick, fucking himself to completion and then writing his paper in a satisfied frenzy and all to the sounds of the Night Night radio show.
“The time is currently 11:25 p.m. here on this chilly January night, which means that we will only be with you for another 35 minutes before we have to call it a night ourselves. We want to take this moment to thank all our listeners for their attentive, or even inattentive, ears as we wind down this night with you all.”
Renjun leaned over, turning it up a little more, the sound of Johnny Seo’s voice undeniably the easiest thing to get off to. He paused, stretching his arm out, leaning his head on his arm while he stretched his legs out, a little sore and cramped from the position he had them in while he was getting off.
“As the semester begins again we want to thank all our professors for their hard work this last semester and wish you all luck in the coming semester. May you survive on more than just coffee and alcohol, we know the professors would rather see you graduate than dead in a ditch somewhere. This semester brings new classes and new faces to the radio station so consider this our welcome to all of the newbies to the KNUA station,” Jung Jaehyun said, voice soothing.
“For the next fifteen minutes, we will be playing you the smooth listenings of Frank Ocean, Gallant, and Kehlani. You are listening to KNUA radio, KNUA 128.6, this has been Johnny and Jaehyun on the Night Night show, here to finish your nights every day of the week, Monday through Friday.”
Renjun pushed himself up to a sitting position, wiping off his vibrator and bottle of lube and then rolling up his towel to shove in his hamper. Picking himself up he slipped from his room, taking a cursory glance to make sure the coast was clear before ducking into the bathroom, cleaning himself and his vibrator before retiring back to his bed to finish his damn Korean Lit paper.
“I know you said this was supposed to be an easy credit but like… this is gonna suck,” Jaemin insisted, Renjun rolling his eyes while Jaemin spun around in the desk chair he was sitting in next to Renjun.
It wasn’t even Jaemin’s meeting, it was Renjun’s, Jaemin was just bored and wanted to come along during his three-hour gap between classes. Renjun told him to use his time wisely and go get a meal or something but talking sense into Jaemin was useless, all of it going in one ear and out the other. Renjun looked up from his notes for Korean Lit to see Jaemin still spinning in circles.
“You’re gonna be dizzy when you stand up,” Renjun warned him.
“That’s the point,” Jaemin insisted. Renjun snorted, closing his notebook as he heard the door open.
The broadcasting chair was a multi-talented but perpetually tired man by the name of Kim Heechul. He stood nine centimeters taller than Renjun and seemed to always have hair longer than most of the other professors. He smiled with his whole face but was known to have a bad temper, though you wouldn’t know it as it seemed impossible to rile him up most days. Renjun offered a smile as Professor Kim approached him, still reading his file.
“You didn’t write down a preferred time slot,” he said in favor of an actual greeting. Jaemin skidded to a halt, looking up in surprise but also holding his head as his spinning was quickly catching up with him. Renjun shrugged as he got to his feet.
“I don’t have one. I don’t have any morning classes and most of my credits are being taken up by the broadcast program as is. I’m not picky,” Renjun insisted, Heechul narrowing his eyes before looking back down at his file.
“You’re a sophomore but you’re already qualified for the radio program. You didn’t apply last semester because-”
“Because I had other prereqs I had to finish first. I could’ve applied but it would’ve interfered with my other courses, so I didn’t.” Heechul looked up at him, brow still pinched, eyes still narrowed. “Is there a problem, sir?” Renjun asked, suddenly worried.
“No,” Heechul said, closing his file with an air of finality. “You’ll be placed on the Night Night team for this next semester, you’ll be in charge of the tech with Doyoung. He’ll show you the ropes and I’m sure Johnny and Jaehyun will be more than happy to have you along,” Heechul said with a smile.
“Oh, uhm…”
“Is that a problem?” He asked, lifting a brow.
“No, I’m just surprised is all. Don’t they have a normal tech?”
“All of the positions in the radio program are subject to changes due to student involvement. Yerim quit the radio program due to its interference with her dance courses. ‘Lack of sleep,’ she claimed,” Heechul commented. “Real shame, she knew what she was doing. I trust you’ll be able to fill her shoes, especially with someone like Kim Doyoung breathing down your neck,” he muttered the last bit, a furrow beginning in Renjun’s brow. “Anyway, come back a couple of hours before the Wednesday show, Doyoung will show you the ropes. Don’t be late,” Heechul advised, waving the file still in his hand around before disappearing back into his office.
“Johnny Seo. And you’re gonna be spending every weeknight with him this semester,” Jaemin commented, Renjun turning to glare at him. “The one and only man of your wet dreams.”
“Shut up,” Renjun replied, walking over to spin him around, Jaemin shouting in surprise.
The teasing didn’t end though, Jaemin continuing to make fun of him the entire way back to the dorm (wobbling a little on his feet for the first four or so meters from spinning around so much). Renjun let them into the apartment with half a mind to slam the door back in Jaemin’s face when he started singing children’s nursery rhymes at him.
“Renjun and Johnny sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-”
“God, what are you, five?!” Renjun asked, dropping his books on the bar. “We’re literally gonna be work colleagues, that’s all.”
“Are we making fun of Renjun’s crush on Johnny Seo again?” Jeno asked, coming out of the bathroom. Renjun groaned, picking up his books and heading to his room.
“No, we’re making fun of Renjun’s crush on his work colleague Johnny Seo,” Jaemin corrected him, turning to look at Jeno with a smirk. “Renjun got assigned to be the tech for the Night Night show this semester,” Jaemin said, so very delighted to be sharing Renjun’s pain with their roommate.
“Oh!” Jeno said, smiling a most vicious smile at Renjun. “I see. How are you gonna get off to his voice every night if you’re gonna be trapped in the same room as him?” Jeno asked, Renjun groaning loudly and slamming his door shut. “I’m asking the real questions, Renjun!”
“Shut the fuck up, Jeno!” Renjun shouted, dropping his books on his desk. He turned and glared at his toy, still sitting out but tucked into the back corner of his desk from the night before.
It was exactly a secret that Renjun liked being fucked, he was an out and proud bisexual man (see his rather obvious mini bi flag tacked to the outside of his desk for proof) and his roommates weren’t stupid enough to go into his room without asking, so that wasn’t why they knew he had a thing for Johnny. It was just… common knowledge at this point. Renjun had commented on the cadence of Johnny’s voice, his height, his broad shoulders quite enough times that yeah, his roommates knew that he liked Johnny. It wasn’t an illogical leap to make that Renjun could get off to the sound of his voice, he just hated that they had figured it out and he was so damn transparent about it.
It was well into the evening that someone even tried to speak to him again, a gentle knocking on his door followed by a shrill, “open up, Injunnie hyung!” informed Renjun that someone wanted to speak with him. He ended up dragging himself to his feet, letting the bouncing Chenle into his room, who immediately perched himself on the corner of Renjun’s desk (Renjun quietly thanking God he had the presence of mind to put his shit away). Renjun flopped back onto his thin mattress, landing on his stomach and propped his chin up in his hands.
“I heard you got the Night Night spot. I guess I have to say congrats since hyungs are too busy being assholes to do it,” Chenle said, Renjun offering him a small smile.
“Thanks, Lele.”
“It’s pretty cool, I mean Night Night’s the most listened to show across the whole campus. You might just be doing tech but even Doyoung sometimes speaks on the show, you might get to as well!” Chenle suggested but Renjun shook his head.
“I’m not a radio personality, Lele, I’m just a tech guy,” Renjun brushed off.
“But even so, you get to spend three whole hours with Johnny Seo,” Chenle pointed out, Renjun groaning as he rolled onto his back. “It’s a good thing! So many people would kill to be in your shoes, Johnny Seo is one of the most sought after people in the entire school, behind Jung Jaehyun of course.” Renjun laughed, breathing a soft, “of course,” in reply. Johnny was hot but people seemed to think Jaehyun was a God amongst men, not that he didn’t deserve it, being so damn handsome and all. “And you get to spend time with him. You can ogle all to your heart’s content.”
“Okay but how do I stop myself from saying something stupid or tripping or blushing like an idiot the entire time I’m there!” Renjun insisted. Chenle scoffed, jumping off his desk and lay next to Renjun on his bed. The Twin XL wasn’t quite big enough to fit both of them side by side but if Chenle squished and wrapped himself around his hyung’s left side he could manage.
“You’re a professional,” Chenle assured him. “You can do this. Yeah, he’s hot but he’s still just a person, y’ know.”
“You’re right,” Renjun agreed. “But I didn’t say it.”
“Okay, but can I record you saying it for my private records?”
“Absolutely not.”
Renjun showed up to the studio two hours before broadcast to get a tour of the station and for Doyoung to give him a tutorial of the mixing board. Doyoung was a stern-faced man for only being four years his senior and working in the graduate program. It turned out, though, that their similarly dry sense of humor vibed rather well and Renjun found out quickly that Doyoung’s face changed entirely when he smiled. It was kind of nice to know that even though he felt anxious as hell he might actually have a friend here.
“And that’s pretty much it,” Doyoung said. “It’s all technical knowledge you already learned, it’s just putting it into real-life practice. Yerim was absolutely awful in the beginning so if you have any questions you can always ask me or Jaehyun or Johnny, no big deal. Heechul hyung talks big game about Yerim being good but we all had to start somewhere,” Doyoung pointed out, Renjun nodding along.
“We’re live in ten and they’re still missing, of course,” Doyoung sighed, checking his watch, as he had been doing since 8:30. “They’re always cutting it close so just be sure to have it ready to go live on time, they’ll figure it out.”
“That explains why they always sound like we’re catching them in the middle of a conversation,” Renjun commented, Doyoung nodding in agreement, a mildly unimpressed look on his face.
“That’s because we are,” he pointed out. “Queue us up, I’ll make sure we get an intro in case they’re late.”
Renjun put his headphones on, Doyoung doing the same as they set up a song queue. Renjun almost missed their arrival entirely, Johnny and Jaehyun sliding into the room in a rush, Doyoung playing the generic radio intro, Renjun changing into a song, Where The Sky Hangs by Passion Pit filtering through their headphones as Johnny and Jaehyun readied up, Doyoung looking at Renjun with a smile. Renjun straightened up, noticing Johnny and Jaehyun for the first time, Jaehyun offering Renjun a thumbs up for the song choice, Johnny looking up with a smile and a wave.
Renjun ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he let the song play through, cutting it off at the end as Johnny and Jaehyun pulled their mics closer, beginning to introduce themselves.
“Good night, KNUA campus. That song was Where The Sky Hangs by Passion Pit, a song chosen by our new tech, Huang Renjun. Excellent taste in music, this one, much better than Yerim,” Johnny joked, Jaehyun laughing softly.
“She’ll kill you for that,” he warned, adjusting his headphones.
“She played Rachel Platten once to open the show. I will always choose Passion Pit over Rachel Platten, well-known fact about me,” Johnny insisted. “But before we get into the musical controversy, good night, KNUA, you are listening to your university radio station, KNUA 128.6. I’m Johnny, that’s Jaehyun we’re back on this lovely Wednesday night to bring you your musical fix, as we do every weeknight, right here on the Night Night show. Our producer, Mr. Kim Doyoung is here as well as the newest member to our team, Huang Renjun. Say hi, Renjun.”
Doyoung pulled his mic down for him, switching it on. Renjun leaned in, eyes shifting back and forth for a moment before he opened his mouth.
“Uh, hi.”
“A man of few words, this one,” Jaehyun offered Renjun an out, Renjun switching his mic off immediately and pushing it away from him.
“He doesn’t need words when he clearly has the musical upper hand. Last night was our last night with Yeri, we are missing her dearly but we’re excited to bring Renjun onto the team. Radio always needs fresh blood, gotta keep it fresh, gotta keep it interesting.”
“You do that enough on your own, Johnny,” Jaehyun told him. “Good evening campus, we welcome you to another night with us. It is the first Wednesday of the new semester and we’ll try to keep it light to keep your spirits up. With Renjun opening the night on a high note, I think we should give him this next song as well, what do you think, Johnny?”
“Excellent idea, Jae. Renjun,” Johnny said, turning his chair to face him, Renjun’s eyes widening in surprise. “Give us our next track.”
Renjun shook his head a bit in surprise, queuing up the next track. The tell-tale sound of The Arctic Monkeys started playing, Johnny smiling widely while Jaehyun leaned back in his seat, the two of them shutting off their mics as the music started playing. The two of them stood up, pushing open the door to the tech room, sectioned off with plexiglass. Renjun pulled his headphones off, Doyoung stepping over to keep an eye on the song.
“Passion Pit and the Arctic Monkeys, shit, man,” Johnny said, smiling at him. “Welcome to the crew, your music taste is killer.” Johnny offered a hand, Renjun taking it and praying to God his nerves weren’t manifesting in clammy palms. Jaehyun shook his hand next, leaning against the doorway as Doyoung started the next song, Two Door Cinema Club filling the radio while they spoke.
“I guess I just like indie music,” Renjun brushed off. “No big deal.”
“Radio is half music and those are great songs,” Jaehyun assured him. “Welcome to the team, by the way. Sorry, we were so late.”
“Sure you are,” Doyoung said, lifting his head to eye them. “You’re always late,” Doyoung accused, Johnny opening his mouth to retort but Doyoung just pointed to their seats. “You got 30 seconds before the song is over. Beat the clock.”
Johnny and Jaehyun escaped the room, sitting back down as the song ended, Renjun putting his headphones back on as Johnny and Jaehyun explained the songs they just played and started bantering again.
Sitting in on the Night Night show was both exactly like Renjun expected it would be like but also nothing like it. Johnny and Jaehyun had natural chemistry together that could be seen more than just heard, the two of them bouncing off each other seamlessly in their ears but also visibly, the way they leaned towards each other, Jaehyun pulling back as Johnny talked with his hands. Doyoung’s two cents was always there for the viewer’s entertainment as well as to bring the radio DJs back down to Earth when they got a little too wild, Doyoung trying to encourage Renjun more than once to speak as well.
“I keep telling you all that coffee is gonna kill you. Renjun, back me up,” Doyoung insisted, Renjun sighing but pulling his mic towards him, turning it on.
“I dunno, it can’t be worse than my roommate. He drinks five-shot Americanos so I think you’re doing okay.”
“He what?!”
“No water.”
“His heart’s gonna give out!”
It was clear to Renjun that Johnny and Jaehyun, while they were clearly the stars of the show, they were more than willing to share the limelight. They liked having banter with Doyoung, listened attentively when Renjun spoke and it felt very strange to know that not only was he having a casual conversation with a bunch of local celebrities but also broadcasting said conversation across the whole campus. It felt a lot less heavy and all-consuming than he thought it would, almost comfortable even.
Renjun checked his phone halfway through the broadcast under the sound of Bruno Mars, finding texts from Jaemin, Donghyuck, Chenle and Sicheng.
from: nana
i’m sorry did johnny seo just compliment you on live radio??? are you breathing???
DON’T EXPOSE MY COFFEE ADDICTION ON RADIO, HOW DARE YOU!?
from: demon
stop sounding so fucking charismatic, we all know it’s a lie
from: lele
I’M SO PROUD OF YOU 😭😭😭 MY GEGE IS GROWING UP SO FAST
from: sichengie
how soon can i ask you for jung jaehyun’s phone number, lmk
Renjun rolled his eyes, shoving his phone into his pocket, queuing up Hotline Bling and hoping Sicheng gets the message.
“The time is 11:48 pm which means it is time for us to say night night to all our lovely listeners. Thank you all for being here tonight, it’s been a fun show, absolutely wonderful to welcome our newest team member, we hope you show him lots of love on the message boards, tell him how great he’s doing, all that good stuff,” Jaehyun suggested, Renjun hoping he wasn’t blushing as he fiddled with his headphone wire.
“We’ll be signing off with Too Good at Goodbyes by Sam Smith tonight. This has been Johnny and Jaehyun here on the Night Night show, here for you every weeknight Monday through Friday on KNUA radio, KNUA 128.6. We’re wishing you all a good night and sweet dreams, KNUA campus.”
Renjun ran the song, Johnny and Jaehyun shutting off their mics and hanging up their headphones before simultaneously stretching and getting up from their chairs. Doyoung showed Renjun how to shut the boards off as the song wound down, cutting off and letting the late-night music blocks play on their own. The both of them hung up their headphones, Renjun covering his mouth as he yawned.
“Sleepy?” Johnny asked, smiling at him. Renjun nodded, running a hand through his hair as he and Doyoung met them outside the studio door.
“Guess I still gotta get used to this schedule.”
“You did a great job,” Jaehyun complimented him. “You wouldn’t even know this was your first show, honestly. Heechul hyung is gonna be really impressed,” Jaehyun assured him, Renjun shrugging it off.
“I appreciate it, thanks,” Renjun replied.
“Hey, I gotta ask you,” Johnny said, turning away from the door after having locked it behind them. “Where did you get your hair done, that silver color is sick,” he complimented, Renjun laughing softly.
“For real, if you have a good salon, I need someone to take this pink out. I can’t believe I even let Jaehyun convince me to do it,” Doyoung added, Renjun laughing a little louder while Jaehyun started pouting.
“At least yours is like a raspberry, Seulgi turned my hair into cotton candy,” Jaehyun complained. Renjun threw a hand over his mouth to try and muffle his cackle. Removing his hand he instead pushed it through his hair self-consciously, the four of them slowly making their way towards the exit.
“A friend of mine actually did it, she’s in cosmetology classes right now. And don’t feel bad about your pink hair, my roommate Jaemin is actually cotton candy right now too,” Renjun told Jaehyun. “I think I’m gonna ask her to dye it back to black though, my roots are starting to get really bad,” he sighed, remembering the way his roots had been looking in the past couple of days. Johnny hummed.
“You look good with dark roots though. It adds dimension, or whatever,” he commented, Renjun rolling his eyes at him. “By the way, you can just call us hyung. We never said it, but feel free.”
“I’ll keep it in mind,” Renjun agreed, stepping out and wrapping his jacket around his shoulders. “I gotta get home and finish some communications work but I’ll see you guys tomorrow night,” Renjun said, stepping away.
“See ya,” Jaehyun waved.
“Have a good night, Renjun,” Doyoung bid him while Johnny waved, the three of them walking towards the studio parking lot. Renjun sighed as he turned around, headed up the sidewalk and bracing himself for his 15-minute walk back to the apartment block.
The apartment was quiet when Renjun returned, Renjun throwing himself onto his bed and forcing himself to dig his communications notes from the depths of his messenger bag, knowing he did not want to finish his work in the morning.
He only got about halfway through before reality hit. He just had a full conversation with Johnny Seo and didn’t fuck it up once.
He didn’t know who he pleased in a past life but he was glad.
“The injustice!” Yeji complained, tipping herself backward, spread out on the picnic table. Jisu lifted her drink to avoid it being spilled by her overdramatic friend. Renjun watched her with a mild expression, looking back down at his Korean Lit book knowing he still had a whole chapter to finish reading before his two o’clock class. “Don’t you dare squander this chance, Huang Renjun!” Yeji continued, pointing a well-manicured finger at him, still lying on the picnic table. “You better get his number.”
“What for, I see him every night,” Renjun quipped.
“Flex a little harder, I dare you,” Jisu commented, Renjun leveling her with an unimpressed stare. “You’re really gonna spend all this time with Johnny Seo and not make sure you have his phone number.”
“Not important. Besides, it’s not like I’m gonna try dating him,” Renjun brushed off.
“Why not!” Yeji squawked, sitting up in a rush and then holding her head from the immediate headrush. Renjun didn’t know how Yeji and Jaemin hadn’t started dating yet. They were both unrealistically pretty and managed to make up two halves of one whole idiot when they were being stupid. All that and Jaemin always willingly let Yeji dye his hair strange colors when she wanted to practice (see the blue fringe he sported for two whole months last semester).
“We work together,” Renjun said, slowly. Yeji glared down at him. “It’s just a stupid crush. I mean, yeah, he’s funny and he’s handsome as hell and charismatic and-”
“Boyfriend material,” Jisu pointed out, Renjun giving her a pointed look. “He is. He’s into photography and radio and he’s handsome and he’s kind. I saw him help a secondary schooler to her feet when she tripped while on her uni tour. He volunteers to walk dogs at the fucking shelter once a month. Johnny Seo is every person’s ideal boyfriend.” Jisu was looking far too pleased with herself, Renjun closing his book with a sigh. “I’m right and you’re stupid for not trying to date him.”
“I barely know the guy!” Renjun pointed out. “And he definitely doesn’t know me. Besides, as you said, he’s everyone’s ideal. What would he do with me?” Renjun replied. Jisu gave him a soft look, Renjun getting to his feet with a huff. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s gross.”
“Just because he’s everyone’s ideal type doesn’t mean he likes the same kind of person,” Yeji insisted, Renjun shoving his things in his bag. “Maybe he likes snarky, tiny Chinese boys who like indie music and have a painting minor,” she suggested, Renjun offering her a minor amused smile. “It’s always possible.”
“But not probable,” Renjun replied. “I gotta get to Communications. See you guys later. Don’t forget about my hair,” he warned her, Yeji waving a hand as he picked up his bag, turning to go.
Renjun showed up to the studio early the next night, stopping short when he saw Johnny and Jaehyun sitting at the table already. Johnny and Jaehyun smiled at him, Renjun looked over to see Doyoung already at work, setting up for the show. He gently pushed the door shut, eying them suspiciously.
“Hi?”
“Hi. We have some questions,” Jaehyun told him, Renjun lifting a brow at him. “Last night I told our listeners to leave some comments about you on the radio website’s message boards and there have been some very interesting comments. Would you care to explain?” He asked, leaning back in his seat.
“I haven’t even looked, what could they possibly say?” He asked, leaning back against the door. Johnny stood up, moving to the other side of the table, waving Renjun closer to he could see. Jaehyun scooted over, Renjun stepping closer to look as well.
The message boards were mostly just a comments section for the weekly radio shows on their webplayer. All the radio shows were recorded and archived for the university’s records and easy listening for anyone who really wanted to re-experience them. The comments section for the Night Night show was usually comments about Jaehyun and Johnny’s voices, the stories they told that night and the songs they played. As Johnny scrolled through the ones from last night, though, Renjun was surprised how many times his name jumped out.
“This one!” Jaehyun said, pointing at one towards the bottom of the first page. “Is this true?”
j.one: is this the same dude who really hit it and quit it at a frat party our freshers week? u owe me dinner, bro
“I did not!” Renjun insisted jerking back from the computer and getting loud laughs from Johnny and Jaehyun for his reaction. “Han Jisung is a liar and he’s exaggerating! We were at a pledge party freshers week and we exchanged blowjobs, that’s not grounds for dinner!” Renjun defended but he was laughing as he said it, Johnny throwing himself backward in his chair, holding his stomach as he laughed. Jaehyun was bent over the table, forehead resting against it. “How dare he try to besmirch my name like that.”
“Oh my god,” Johnny wheezed. “But you did suck his dick?” He asked for clarification.
“I mean… I didn’t say I didn’t do that,” Renjun allowed, Jaehyun squeaking, face still against the table. “Let me see that,” Renjun said, leaning over and pulling the laptop closer to himself. “I swear to God, Han Jisung…” he muttered, going to the next page of comments.
“You know half of those comments are people thinking you’re mute and being surprised you speak at all or they all thought you were a sociopath who lived in the art building,” Johnny explained. “So which one are you?” He asked, lifting a brow. Renjun looked up to look at him, Johnny smirking at him.
“I mean, I don’t speak to people unless I have to and I practically lived in the art building last year because I’m a painting minor. I probably smelled like acrylic paint most of last year,” Renjun admitted. “It’s no wonder people thought I was crazy.”
“You’re a painting minor?” Jaehyun asked, finally lifting his head. “That’s cool.” Renjun shrugged a shoulder. “I mean, it’s not any worse than Johnny his sophomore year. Our friend Hansol thought Johnny was out on all-night benders because he’d come back to the apartment smelling like chemicals and looking hella tired. He was just spending all night in the photograph dark rooms.”
“College is weird, man,” Renjun said, Johnny looking away and rubbing the back of his neck like he was shy. “Let me know if anyone else claims I slept with them, 99% of them are probably wrong but I’ll let you know,” Renjun said, stepping away from the laptop and going to for the door.
“Only 99%?” Johnny asked, turning towards him.
“To be fair to him, Jisung wasn’t technically wrong,” Renjun allowed, Johnny tipping his head back and laughing loudly as Renjun stepped into the tech room to help Doyoung finish setting up.
“You’re not actually a campus slut are you, because that’s really the last thing our comments section needs,” Doyoung commented.
“More people are prone to thinking I’m a creepy, loner art major than anything else,” Renjun told him, Doyoung nodding in reply.
“Not any worse than the rest of us then.”
That was absolutely the highlight of working for Night Night for the first couple of weeks, the night after his first show in which Johnny would not stop making sly remarks about Renjun’s possible sexual prowess, which Doyoung kept desperately trying to stop before they actually got pulled off air. Renjun spent most of that show either hiding his face in his hands or trying to cut the two of them off with music, drowning out their comments with sudden track startings.
“This boy gets around, you know what I mean?” Johnny commented, Doyoung literally slapping himself in the face with his palm. “This next song is called Boys, something Renjun probably knows a little bit about, it’s by Charli XCX.”
“Johnny!”
“Let’s not make the entire campus think I’m getting around, alright,” Renjun suggested after the show was over. “The fact of the matter is not even my roommates truly know what the inside of my room looks like. I’m not that good,” Renjun insisted, walking ahead towards the exit.
“Oh, c’mon, are you telling us you have no game?” Jaehyun asked, stepping out of the door a moment after Renjun.
“Only when I’m drinking. Good night!” Renjun joked, waving a hand as he headed towards the apartment block.
“Good night!” Johnny called out after him, Renjun glancing back to see Johnny waving at him, still smiling widely. Renjun looked forward again, shaking his head and praying he didn’t look too red in the face throughout the show that night.
from: renjun
you’re a shit
from: j.one
U OWE ME DINNER
from: renjun
firstly fuck off
secondly thanks for embarrassing me in a public format now my coworkers think i’m some sort of player
from: j.one
no johnny seo thinks you give such good head someone can remember you from over a year ago. you’re welcome.
Renjun laughed, tossing his phone to the side. What an idea, he considered, lying on his back on his bed. He had since discarded his bag next to his door with his shoes and his jeans were already in a pile on the floor. Renjun really didn’t think his game was that good. He was decent but he was inexperienced, he and Jisung having been each other’s first times in any sort of sexual arena. He had been with others since but not nearly that many.
Did people really think that about Renjun now, that he was good enough to be remembered from over a year ago or did they just think he was a player? Renjun tried not to think about it, reaching under his bed for his box and pulling out his lube and vibrator, thinking instead about Johnny’s laugh and the shitty little euphemisms he kept making about Renjun’s sex life as he wriggled out of his briefs.
The next couple of weeks was just business as usual, Renjun falling into step with his new routine. Sleep until approximately 11, go to classes, pray he had enough time to do his school work and run to the radio station to run the show from 9 until midnight. Somewhere around the middle of the second week he found the time to duck into Yeji’s apartment and let her color his hair back to a neutral black shade and even give him a little of a haircut, the back of it starting to get a little long.
“You really should let me color it mint sometime, I think it would look so cute on you,” she cooed, sporting pastel yellow and purple streaks in her own jet black hair, weaved into cute little braids on either side of her head. Renjun wasn’t so sure.
“Why don’t you go beg Seungmin,” Renjun suggested. “I don’t know that pastels are my color.”
It wasn’t until the following week, walking out of the CSA that Renjun was actually surprised. He turned around, several feet out of the field house and still standing with Yuqi, Xuxi, and Kunhang that he noticed what it was. His name was being called, and by the imposing figure of one Johnny Seo trying to catch up with him. Renjun’s eyes widened, Kunhang resting a hand on his shoulder, an aborted move to shake Renjun or to keep upright Renjun wasn’t sure.
“Hey, Renjun,” Johnny said, coming to stop in front of him.
“Hey, Johnny,” Renjun greeted him, tone stilted. “What’s up?” He asked, looking at his friends, who seemed glued to the spot and equally as surprised as him. Johnny, however, didn’t seem the least bit perturbed, only offering a shy smile.
“I’m glad I found you, I realized this morning that I didn’t have your number. I wanted to tell you about the show tonight.”
“What about it?” Renjun asked, shifting his stance in an effort to find the ground under him again.
Johnny didn’t speak to Renjun outside of the studio. Neither did Jaehyun or Doyoung really, Renjun and Doyoung only having exchanged phone numbers the week before out of politeness in case the other would be late to a show so they could queue up the intro if necessary. Doyoung was scary punctual and Renjun tended to be half an hour early to everything so it hadn’t happened but they were trying to be responsible. Renjun hadn’t even run into Jaehyun or Johnny in passing, not a surprise on a sprawling campus housing a few thousand students but it just went to show that they didn’t seek each other out. They didn’t have a reason.
Until now, apparently.
“Jaehyun won’t be in tonight, he’s sick.” That wasn’t really a surprise, considering Jaehyun sounded a bit like he was dying on Friday night. He had complained about a sore throat all last week and showed up with a huge thermos of honey lemon tea to get through the last show of the week. Johnny ended up speaking most of the night, Jaehyun insisting he would spend the weekend resting up and he’d be good to go by Monday. That didn’t seem to be the case. “And Doyoung isn’t coming in, his soc chapter test is coming up and he’s cramming until Thursday, so it’s just us.” Doyoung had been talking about how hard this sociology chapter had been since it started so while Renjun was surprised Doyoung was calling off the show he was glad he was putting something like sociology above it if it was really getting to him.
And then the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
“J- just the two of us?” Renjun asked, stammering on the first word and wishing like hell he hadn’t.
“Yeah,” Johnny agreed. “I know it’s short notice and you’ve only been doing it for like two and a half weeks so if you want I can ask Yeri to come by if you need help, I bet she’d say yes. She’s so understanding.” Johnny rambled but Renjun shook his head.
“No, no, I don’t want that. She’s probably loaded with her dance work, completely exhausted. I can do it,” Renjun assured him.
“Only if you’re sure,” Johnny replied, looking nervous. “If you change your mind take my number,” Johnny said, pushing a ripped sheet of notebook paper into Renjun’s hand. “I can call her or beg Doyoung, he likes you, I know he wouldn’t mind.”
“Thanks…” Renjun replied, looking at the paper and then up at Johnny, feeling a lot like he had already lost complete control of this conversation.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Johnny said, giving him a shy smile before leaving, slipping into the field house and leaving Renjun standing on the front steps, clutching a loose piece of notebook paper in his hand and his mouth still slightly open.
He turned then, finding his friends all still standing there, also stunned.
“Did that just happen?” Yuqi asked, jerking a thumb in the direction Johnny has just went. “Did Johnny Seo just tell you you’re going to be doing the Night Night radio show, just the two of you and then practically force his phone number upon you?”
“Uh… yeah?” Renjun agreed. He looked at the doors and then at the paper, unfolding it to see Johnny’s handwriting, a surprisingly neat and tidy looking scrawl, his name and number written there. Renjun folded it back up and shoved it in his pocket, looking back at the others, Kunhang’s brows practically at his hairline. “No one tells Donghyuck about this,” Renjun warned them, heading down the stairs immediately after.
Renjun couldn’t focus in Communications or Korean Lit, glaring at his notebooks like they had personally offended him, knowing he should’ve been taking notes but just… was not. Instead, his mind was still on the folded, ripped piece of notebook paper he had crammed into the front pocket of his bag and he had resolutely not looked at since initially unfolding it. He should’ve at least done Johnny the favor of putting the number in his phone but he wasn’t sure he was entirely capable of doing that without spontaneously combusting.
Renjun showed up an hour early to the studio, puttering around the tech room and picking up the main studio while he waited for Johnny and the show to start. It was a nervous habit, cleaning to keep his mind off things and he was about halfway through a thought about rummaging through the janitor’s closet for something to wipe down the table with when Johnny walked in, offering a shy smile.
“You ready to do this?” He asked and Renjun nodded, disappearing into the tech room. Renjun kept his back to the door, pinching his eyes shut and taking in a deep breath before walking over to the board and setting up.
It wasn’t hard, starting to become as easy as breathing, the set up to run the show. It made him wonder why Heechul even had two people in the tech room when one was clearly enough but perhaps it was just to keep the shenanigans to a minimum. Johnny and Jaehyun were enough on their own, Doyoung couldn’t possibly handle them on his own.
Renjun played the generic radio intro for the KNUA station, Johnny putting on his headphones and leaning into the mic to start the show.
“Good evening, KNUA. Welcome back to the Night Night show, your late-night radio every night of the week, Monday through Friday right here on KNUA radio, KNUA 128.6. Tonight’s show is going to be a little different from most nights, as I, Johnny, will be your one and only host for the evening. Jaehyun finally succumbed to that bug that’s been going around over the weekend and we’re hoping to hear from him again very soon. In the booth we also have just one, our new tech Renjun will be running the show, Doyoung having to take the night off for his studies. We’re here wishing him the best of luck and will be doing our utmost to run smoothly without him, ain’t that right, Renjun?”
“I’ll try not to ruin the Night Night show’s reputation while I’m on my own, Johnny,” Renjun replied, leaning into his own mic. Johnny laughed softly, leaning into his own mic.
“I believe in you, Renjun. Tonight’s show we’ll be talking about the upcoming dance, the Valentine’s Day Ball just about three weeks away. I can’t believe it, it’s like January just flew by. The details on the venue and ticket prices will be coming up soon but until then this is Emoticons by The Wombats and you’re listening to the Night Night show on KNUA 128.6.”
Despite the tension in his shoulders and the nerves racing in his veins, the show was going rather well. Renjun leaned against the table comfortably while Johnny spoke the listeners, easy as could be. Renjun tried to focus on anything other than the sound of Johnny’s voice, the changing of the tracks or the sound of the sliders but it was hard to ignore the rich baritone of Johnny’s voice, especially with it speaking right into his headphones.
“What about you, Renjun?” Johnny asked, turning his chair and swinging his mic around so he could look Renjun dead on while he spoke to him. Renjun lifted his eyes from the tracks to look at Johnny, brows lifting expectantly. “Date for the dance?”
“Ah, no,” Renjun replied, a little smile on his face. He pulled his mic closer. “Not one for dates, to be honest. My roommates will drag me out and I’ll be heading back home, alone, as I always do.”
“Renjun, you disappoint me,” Johnny said, Renjun leaning back a little, arms crossed over his chest. “A people person such as yourself can’t get a date to the Valentine Ball, well I just don’t believe it.”
“Big talk coming from you,” Renjun shot back, Johnny’s eyes widening in surprise. “Campus heartthrob Johnny Seo isn’t taking someone to the dance? Well, if that isn’t the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard all night,” Renjun quipped, Johnny laughing gently. “C’mon, Johnny, not a single prospective date?”
“I think the campus, loathe they are to hear it, has figured out that I’m a bit of a picky dater,” Johnny admitted. “Got kind of a… specific type, if you will,” Johnny suggested. “No, the ol’ John is going stag once more, though I will be there and more than happy to accept a dance or two if you’re brave enough to ask. More on the ball coming up after the break, a message from our university sponsors as well as a few more songs to sweeten your Monday night. This is Real Friends by Camilla Cabello on KNUA’s own KNUA 128.6.”
Renjun played the track and took his headphones off, running a hand through his hair while Johnny straightened up in his seat, bobbing his head to the beat. Renjun turned around, leaning against the board for a moment to take a deep breath.
It wasn’t a secret that Johnny was a campus heartthrob but he doubted anyone had quite said it so plainly like that and to his face, nonetheless. He turned back around, shoving his headphone back on his head and queued up the next song, the commercials going to start running after that one. He wondered, briefly, when he got so bold around Johnny, something so few people would be willing to state.
And he hoped he didn’t sound, God forbid, jealous or something. He wasn’t jealous, it was a silly crush and Johnny was more than welcome to take whoever the fuck he wanted to to the dance. Renjun was just a boy, another younger boy that probably had an undeniably stupid crush on Johnny Seo. When the semester was over Renjun was going to put Night Night behind him and Johnny was going to forget all about him, just like everyone else always did.
“You’re really going to the dance without a date?” Johnny asked, Renjun flick off the light in the booth and gently shutting the door. Renjun looked up in surprise to see Johnny squaring off the papers leftover on the desk from the show, looking up at him from the corner of his eye. “I am actually surprised. I would’ve thought you’d have a date. Every time I see you on campus you’re surrounded by people.”
“You-” Renjun paused, leaning against the doorframe while Johnny tucked the papers into a folder, sliding it into his bag. “You see me on campus?”
“You don’t see me then?” Johnny replied, a little smile quirking the corner of his lips. “I’m not surprised, you’re always so busy in those conversations.” Johnny zipped his bag up and swung it onto his shoulder. “It just seems like you’re always with new people when I see you. Like today, I’d never seen you with those people before.”
“I had Chinese Student Association today,” Renjun excused easily. Johnny let out a breathy laugh.
“Of course you did,” he said but it held no malice. Maybe a little awe, a little ‘what else could I expect’ lingering in the tone. “You’re in CSA, you’re a painter, you do the radio program at night and I’ve never heard you complain about your studies once. What could I possibly expect,” Johnny said, smiling at him. “Is that why you’re single, you’re too busy being effortlessly talented and smart to have a relationship on top of it?”
“It’s not effortless,” Renjun mumbled, a blush creeping up his neck. “I guess I’m just always so busy studying and doing extracurriculars I never take the time for a relationship. I mean I do dance troupe on the weekends too- sorry,” Renjun cut himself off, wincing. “I didn’t mean to sound like that,” he excused, eyes glued to the floor.
“What can’t you do?” Johnny asked. Renjun glanced up, finding Johnny much closer than before, looking down at him so softly. “I bet you take vocal lessons too,” he joked, Renjun turning his face away, biting on his lip.
“I’m going to incriminate myself if you keep guessing,” Renjun joked, Johnny giggling quietly.
“And you’re good in bed. Who are you?” Johnny asked, Renjun’s head whipping back to look at Johnny. Johnny looked down at him, lower lip between his teeth, scraping across the plush pinkness before slipping from between his teeth, Renjun begging his eyes to stop watching so closely. “I mean, it’s just a guess. I still think it’s funny, that guy really felt it necessary to comment on it publically. You must be pretty good at head if he wants everyone to know.”
“Or maybe he’s just trying to make me look bad,” Renjun suggested. He really hoped to God, had been doing that a lot lately, but put all this faith into this one that when Johnny looked down at him he wasn’t actually checking him out. Because there was no way Johnny Seo was checking him out, just the two of them alone in the studio past midnight, not another soul in the whole building. Johnny Seo was not giving him the up and down for no goddamn good reason other than he wanted to, especially when Renjun can clearly see him doing it.
“I don’t think so,” Johnny replied, easy enough.
Renjun turned away then, opening the door to the studio and slipping out, taking a deep breath outside of the tense studio. He glanced back to see Johnny pull the door shut, locking it behind him. He hesitated for just a second, thinking about walking away entirely but they always walked out together and regardless of whatever just happened between himself and Johnny he wasn’t going to just walk away.
Johnny seemed surprised to see him standing there still, Renjun nodding to the hallway.
“You comin’?” He asked, turning and heading for the exit. He heard Johnny fall into step behind him, the resounding quiet in the hallway so much heavier than it had been lately, the two of them leaving the station and letting the door lock behind them, Renjun turning to say his goodbyes only to have Johnny step closer.
“I can drive you if you want? You live in the apartments, right? I always see you walking that way,” he commented. Renjun nodded. “It’s okay if you say no, though.”
“That’d be great, actually,” Renjun agreed, Johnny pulling his keys out of his bag and nodding to his car, the two of them headed over to it.
A five-minute drive had never felt more loaded to Renjun in his life. Johnny was playing music in his car, it was the Hopeless Fountain Kingdom album, which honestly just made Renjun want to die on the spot, of course Johnny was a Halsey fan, but Renjun couldn’t focus on the sound of Angel On Fire when Johnny was driving one-handedly. Renjun suddenly remembered a song Jisu sent him once after she went on a date with some guy two years their senior and he did the same thing. Renjun leaned back in his seat, looking out the window and praying the heat in his veins to just go away before he did something stupid like getting hard just watching Johnny drive and thinking about the way his eyes looked, looking Renjun up and down like that in the studio.
“Which one?” Johnny asked.
“Oh, just here is fine,” Renjun said, Johnny pulling up in front of the building. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“No big deal. If you ever need a ride just ask,” Johnny assured him, Renjun nodding in agreeance. “Have a good night, Renjun.”
“You too, hyung,” Renjun replied, getting out of his car and heading up to the building, punching the code in with shaky fingers, scanning his ID and getting inside just to press his back against the wall. It was 12:22 in the morning, Renjun could feel himself practically about to vibrate out of his skin and he went for the elevator, eager to get to his damn apartment.
Renjun had to muffle the sound of Johnny’s name against his palm, grinding his ass back on his vibrator so hard he knew he was going to be sore in the morning. He came to the memory of Johnny’s eyes in that dim studio and the thought of what it would feel like to have Johnny’s hand gripping on his thigh while he drove.
“You gotta be more careful with your ass, baby,” Hyunjin insisted, pressing his thumbs into the back of Renjun’s hips, Renjun groaning loudly. “What would you do without me?”
“Die,” Renjun suggested. “Ow, ow, Hyunjin!” Renjun complained, Hyunjin easing up on the pressure. “I said I was sore, why are you trying to make it worse?” He whined. Hyunjin rolled his eyes, pressing in with his palms instead, a little less forceful on Renjun’s sore muscles.
“You’re the one who blew their own back out, this is what you get,” Seungmin said, sounding far too relaxed to be making comments like that out in the middle of a quad. Then again Renjun was lying on his stomach, in the dirt, while Hyunjin was straddling his thighs and attempting the massage the soreness from his own stupidity out of his hips. They were all sitting right in public, waiting for Shuhua to meet them so they could go to lunch together after her English lecture.
“You didn’t even say why you did it this time,” Hyunjin reminded him. “Not that it’s our business as to why you went so hard you literally fucked up your hips but like… I’m curious. Does it have to do with your alone time with one Mr. Johnny Seo?” Hyunjin asked, leaning in the whisper the latter part in his ear. Renjun moaned, hiding his face in his arms.
“That’s a yes,” Seungmin said. “I know he’s hot but like, c’mon, Injunnie.”
“It’s not just the show, it’s-” Renjun cut himself off with a sharp gasp. “Holy fuck, Hyunjin, I still need to stand up after this.” Hyunjin hummed nonchalantly. “Christ. It was after the show, he made some comment about how I didn’t have a date and it was like… Seungmin, he was like lowkey coming onto me,” Renjun insisted, Seungmin looking up from his book finally to look at him. “And then he mentioned Jisung’s stupid fucking comment on the boards again, insisted I was good in bed,” Renjun continued, Seungmin actually putting his book down this time. “And then blatantly checked me out.”
“I’m sorry, and you didn’t just fucking jump him?” Hyunjin asked, resting his hands on Renjun’s ass. “Renjun you probably could’ve gotten dicked down and by more than your fucking toys and you just… let that chance slip by, huh?”
“I-” Renjun cut himself off as he thought about what Johnny said the night before. He looked around then, spotting Shuhua walking towards them, checking her phone. There was a group of boys a few meters away, playing a casual game of footie but not really playing at all, more than anything just passing it around. He craned his neck around, looking past the tree they were under and spotted what he was looking for.
Johnny was sitting on top of a picnic table, a group of boys sitting around him. Renjun didn’t recognize them except for the one lying toward at the end of the table, head resting on Johnny’s thigh. His name was Ten and he was in CSA with him. He was from Thailand originally but he was Chinese, learning Mandarin from Kunhang. He was Renjun’s height, a dance major and one of the most expressive faces Renjun had ever seen before.
“We going to lunch or are you gonna stay on the ground like that, Injunnie?” Shuhua asked, coming up to them. Hyunjin climbed off of him, Renjun pushing himself to his feet, thankful to find that his hips still hurt but not nearly as bad as before. “Jaemin and Yeji are meeting us at Deja Brew.”
“I hate that name,” Seungmin muttered but got to his feet, brushing his jeans off. “The worst kind of pun,” he complained, Hyunjin rolling his eyes affectionately at his friend, tugging him in by his arm. Renjun picked up his bag and headed out with them, Shuhua leading them past the tables, which Renjun was very carefully not looking over at.
“If we hurry we can get there before them and order before Jaemin scars a barista,” Shuhua mentioned, the rest of them immediately picking up the pace, much to her shrieking delight.
Renjun tried to put the night before past him, letting himself into the studio and finding it empty again. Doyoung was still out, begging off the show until he was sure he was going to be passing his test. Probably wouldn’t be back until Friday night so it was just Renjun in the booth but he hadn’t heard about Jaehyun.
He had finally put Johnny’s phone number in his phone but didn’t text him. That meant, of course, that Johnny didn’t have his number so he couldn’t get in touch with Renjun about whether Jaehyun was coming or not and Renjun was left wondering what the fuck their night was going to look like.
“Hey,” Johnny greeted him, pushing the door shut behind him, Renjun looking up from his queue. “Jae’s still out, he sounds like he ate gravel for breakfast,” Johnny commented, Renjun grimacing in response. “So it’s just us again since Doyoung is still dying under course work.”
“Alright,” Renjun agreed. “I got the intro and a song queued if you want to get ready,” Renjun offered. Johnny agreed, pulling out his paperwork for the night and beginning to get set up for the show. Renjun put his headphones on, taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves for three hours of just Johnny’s voice again.
“Tickets go on sale this Friday so don’t wait,” Johnny suggested later that night. “And for all those folks looking for a date, don’t wait on that either. Before you know it someone else is gonna snatch the person of your dreams. Young love is but a fickle thing,” Johnny sighed, Renjun pulling his mic closer with a smile.
“Would you know from experience?” He asked, Johnny turning around in his chair to look at him.
“More than you know, young grasshopper,” he replied, Renjun laughing softly into his mic. “Don’t forget about the Valentine events the week leading up to the ball, the dance committee has been putting on quite the show with the number of flyers tacked across campus. I found four of them in the radio station’s bathroom this evening. God knows how they even got there,” Johnny commented, Renjun snorting. “It’s still January and the entire campus is covered in pink and red, love is truly in the air, or at least it feels like with the amount of heart confetti I keep finding on the ground. Up next we have tracks from Halsey, Zara Larsson and Avicii. Don’t ask me what they have in common, I’m sure Renjun will tell us. You’re listening to the Night Night show on KNUA 128.6. We’ll be right back.”
Alone started playing and Renjun sighed, Lush Life queued up right behind with. He pulled his headphones off, looking up in surprise at Johnny standing in the doorway, a little smile on his face.
“You good?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Renjun agreed with a little nod. “Why?”
“You’ve been fidgeting all night,” Johnny commented. “You look… uncomfortable. Something happen?” He asked. Renjun bit his tongue, vividly remembering how hard he came last night.
“Slept weird,” Renjun brushed off.
“Just checking,” Johnny said. “If you need to sit or something-”
“Nope,” Renjun interrupted. “I’m good.”
“Alright,” Johnny replied slowly but he certainly did not sound convinced, ducking back out of the room. Renjun turned his back to the studio, hissing as he rested his lower back against the board.
“Thank you, everyone, for listening on this quiet Tuesday night. I’ve been Johnny Seo, he’s Huang Renjun and this has been the Night Night show,” Johnny closed the show. “We’ll be leaving you tonight, wishing you sweet dreams and a good night. Renjun, take us out with our final track. You’re listening to your university’s own KNUA radio, KNUA 128.6. This is,” Renjun queued the song, her voice floating throw the system and Johnny tried to mask his surprise, “Feelings, by Hayley Kiyoko.” Renjun pulled away from the system, jerking his headphones off his head. He set the system to seamlessly blend with the late-night music block, turning off the boards and the mics. He picked up his bag, wrapping it around his shoulders and went for the door, running into Johnny.
“Hey-”
Johnny leaned down, catching Renjun’s mouth in a hot kiss, Renjun gasping and grabbing for his arms. Johnny held onto his face, Renjun catching up a moment later, kissing him back just as hard. Johnny backed him up against the wall, pinning him between his body and the studio wall, Renjun digging his fingers into Johnny’s biceps while one of Johnny’s hands slid back to curl around the back of Renjun’s neck, the other firmly grabbing onto his hip, pressing them together, flush. Renjun gasped again, Johnny taking the opening to press his tongue into his mouth, Renjun letting his head tip back against the wall, enjoying the way Johnny was eager was kiss him.
Johnny pulled back, finally, pressing linger kisses on Renjun’s lips, the corner of them, his jaw, his neck, Renjun moaning softly at the feeling of Johnny’s teeth against the sensitive skin of his neck.
“God, I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized but he didn’t stop pressing kisses to Renjun’s skin. “I just- fuck, I can’t stop thinking about you. Last night I- I didn’t mean to embarrass you but you’re fucking me up, Renjun.” Renjun reached for his face, tilting Johnny’s head up to look him in the eyes. “You walked in here looking like that and you’re talented and you’re smart and you’re funny as all hell and you expected me to not fall for you.”
“Shut up,” Renjun breathed.
“Make me,” Johnny whispered, pressing close to kiss him again, Renjun yielding to his desire easily. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you played that fucking Passion Pit song on your first day. You’re like everything I’ve looked for in a person and my stupid mouth ran ahead of me last night when I should’ve just asked you on a date. When I drove you home-”
“When you drove me home it took every ounce of self-control in my body to not ask you to come up to my apartment,” Renjun finally admitted, voice absolutely breathless. “I’ve been fidgeting all day because I’m sore from fucking myself open thinking about the way you looked at me last night,” he confessed, head foggy with desire. “Please don’t stop touching me.”
Johnny kissed him again, licking into his mouth and wrapping his hands around Renjun’s thighs, picking him up. Renjun wrapped his arms around Johnny’s neck, Johnny sitting him down on the studio’s desk, standing between his spread legs and let his hands wander Renjun’s body. One dragged up from his thigh to his hip, up under his loose flannel while the other slipped inward, pressing a palm against the front of his jeans, Renjun pulling back to moan, high in his throat while he rocked his hips toward the friction.
“Fuck, Johnny,” Renjun whined, Johnny biting at his lips before kissing down his jaw, sucking a bruise under his jaw. “Don’t do this, please, I need you. I need you right now and they’ll fucking kill us if we fuck on this desk.” Johnny laughed, breathless, against the hinge of Renjun’s jaw.
“Let me take you home.”
Much to Renjun’s disappointment, Johnny did not actually fuck him that night but he could commit to memory the drag of Johnny’s hand over his cock, the way Johnny looked at him in awe as he got him off just by fingering him open slowly. Renjun couldn’t forget if he tried the way Johnny looked bent over him, scissoring his fingers inside of him until Renjun was almost choking on his moans, the feeling of his hand closing around his hard cock enough to have him arching his back off the bed.
Then again, it wasn’t all bad. After getting to come Johnny let Renjun climb between his legs and suck him off, Johnny’s fingers pushing hair from his eyes and rocking his hips up into Renjun’s wet mouth. Renjun let him, the slow, controlled thrusting of his hips pushing him deeper into Renjun’s mouth, spit dripping from his lips until Johnny started fucking his mouth erratically, Renjun closing his lips tightly around his cock to swallow when Johnny came in his mouth, Renjun’s name slipping from his lips brokenly.
“You played Where The Sky Hangs and I fell in love with you, I’m pretty sure,” Johnny admitted, lying on his bed in just his boxers, Renjun on his chest and draped only in Johnny’s oversize baseball tee. “I told Jaehyun after the show that I was into you and he said he wasn’t even surprised, I’ve always been into smaller guys with good music taste.” Renjun slapped his chest gently. “What you want me to lie about your own damn height?” Johnny asked, laughing gently.
“I’ve gotten off to your voice so many times I can’t even count,” Renjun admitted, cheek pressed against Johnny’s chest. Johnny inhaled sharply and Renjun closed his eyes. “I heard about you when I started at the university, the broadcasting program. Everyone in that program is in love with you, I’m pretty sure. Jeno said you and Jaehyun were the DJs of the program, everyone wanted to be you, everyone wanted to be with you.”
“It’s not that serious,” Johnny brushed off.
“It is,” Renjun stated, tone very matter-of-fact. “The first time I saw you I knew I had a thing for you and then I found out you were funny and kind and had a great voice. It was pretty much over for me from there.”
“You can get off to my voice?” Johnny asked, whispering so lowly it made Renjun shiver.
“Yeah,” Renjun admitted. “I have. Sometimes, when I was stressed from school work, I’d turn on the radio show to get off. That time you did the show when your vocal cords were all fucked up from being sick, I came twice in one night,” he confessed. Johnny moaned softly, Renjun hiding his face in Johnny’s chest. “Shut up, it’s not that hot.”
“Yes it is,” Johnny countered, rolling them over. Renjun landed on his back, Johnny’s knees bracketing his thighs. Johnny’s shirt rode up just enough to expose the curve of Renjun’s ass, Johnny letting his hands trail from his waist down to it, curling his fingers there. “If I talk enough during sex could you get off to it?” Johnny asked, beginning to kiss from Renjun’s temple to his ear, lips against the shell of his ear. “Is this what you like, baby?” He muttered, voice low.
“Stop,” Renjun whined. Johnny laughed sweetly, kissing his cheek while he letting his hand trail from his backside to his thigh, hitching his leg up around his hip, pressing their hips together. “Johnny hyung,” Renjun moaned, grabbing Johnny by the shoulders as Johnny pressed down against Renjun, his boxers dragging across his cock.
“I got so irrationally jealous when I saw that comment about you and that guy your fresher’s week,” Johnny admitted, lips at Renjun’s cheek. “When you admitted to sucking his dick it only got worse. Was he good? Did he treat you right? Could I do you better?” Johnny asked, rolling his hips in time with his questions, pulling desperate little noises from Renjun. “And then everyone said you were a painting, mute sociopath and I couldn’t fucking believe that. Not possible, not someone as beautifully snarky and bright as you could ever be.”
“I mean, I’m one of those things,” Renjun pointed out. “I am a painter.”
“I want to see you paint. I bet it’s beautiful,” Johnny insisted, kissing him again, leaning further in to press fluttering kisses to his slightly parted lips.
“It’s more dirty paint water and acrylics all over the place but sure, if you’re so inclined, you can watch me some time,” Renjun allowed, hissing on the next roll of Johnny’s hips. “But you have to make me come or I take it back.”
“I think I can handle that.”
Renjun woke up to his phone going off, reaching off the edge of the bed to pick it up from where it had been discarded in his and Johnny’s rush for the bed. The dinging of the messages was more than enough to wake him up, the steady and constant sound causing Renjun to open his phone and find only about a few hundred messages from his friends in a variety of group chats.
THE DREAM TEAM
nana: yo u ded?
demon: WHERE ARE YOU
je_knowin: donghyuck is threatening people’s lives to find you, hope you’re alive
CHINESE STUDENTS’ ASSOCIATION
sushi: hey renjun, i hope you’re okay
sushi: donghyuck is worried
winwinning: does donghyuck know this is an official club chatroom?
ten.lee.1001: we conduct official business here
yangx2: he’s worried renjun’s dead okay
yuqi: give him a break
chenlele: GEGE COULD BE DEAD
xiao_de_jun: look at what you have done
kunhang_99: you’ve started it now
TRYING TO KEEP THE DYING OUT OF STUDYING
shuhaha: u good fam?
savagemin: i can’t believe he just disappeared like this
savagemin: if donghyuck commits murder, i’m framing renjun for being a shit
the_prince: HE COULD BE DEAD
the_queen: he’s probably just getting good dick, let the man live
ju_lia: if he’s getting good dick on MY ADVICE and not sharing the tea i’ll kill him myself
THE DREAM TEAM
demon: i have enlisted mark to help us, and threatened his life if he doesn’t find him by sundown
je_knowin: pretty sure that just means you threatened him
nana: as long as it gets results
jun_joon: i’m fine
jun_joon: stop being a general menace to society, i’ll be home later
demon: YOU
nana: well as long as you’re alive
demon: HOW DARE YOU
jun_joon: get off my back, a man can’t have good sex in peace, sheesh
je_knowin: YOU DISAPPEARED TO HAVE SEX
nana: aw man i can’t wait to tell the girls
je_knowin: jisu’s gonna kill you
Renjun tossed his phone back to the floor, turned over and curled into Johnny’s side, tugging him closer to rest Johnny’s head on his chest. Johnny went willingly, wrapping his arms around Renjun’s narrow waist and pillowing his head on his chest, Renjun leaning back into the pillows while he brushed Johnny’s bedhead away from his face.
“Roommates?” Johnny asked, voice rough with sleep. Renjun willed his damn voice kink to shut the fuck up for a moment.
“Yeah. I just realized I never asked you about yours.”
“Yuta and Ten practically live at their boyfriends’ places. We just live together out of convenience. The apartment is all ours,” Johnny assured him, snuggling into his chest. “You can even stay for breakfast unless you have to get back.”
“I’m all yours,” Renjun told him, relishing the way that phrase tasted on his tongue.