Huang Renjun didn't even know how his simple Saturday afternoon came to this. He was supposed to be at home studying English so that he doesn't fail the class and probably polish his Korean as well. He was definitely not supposed to be walking around with Zhong Chenle in the city's main mall and learning more about him (like how he sings like an angel and plays the piano beautifully - Chenle showed him recordings he had on his phone). 

He was also not meant to be thinking about how adorable the younger was when he saw an arcade.

"Renjun-ge! Let's go to the arcade!" Chenle barely gave Renjun any time to respond before he was dragged to the arcade by the lavender haired boy. A little Goku plush toy caught Renjun's eye as the two walked past the row of claw machines to get to the main counter for some tokens. He likes Dragon Ball...right? 

"Hey, Ch- I mean Lele, I'm going to go that claw machine for a while, okay?" Renjun asked the younger as he took the few tokens that the younger was offering him. He saw the disappointed look in the younger's eyes and almost felt a pang of guilt. Almost. Observation of rich people #10: They like to play with your feelings. Giving Chenle a small smile, Renjun made his way to get the goddamn Goku plushie.

It had been ten minutes and he still didn't get the Goku plushie. He had run out of tokens too. Trying to impress a rich socialite is like trying to win the lottery. 

"Ge? You've been here for a while," An innocent voice that sounded like music to Renjun's ears interrupted his train of thought.

"Sorry I took long," Renjun apologised as Chenle simply giggled at him, taking out a token and placing it into the machine to play. This felt right. This whole spending time with Zhong Chenle felt right to Renjun and he didn't know why. He didn't even know who Zhong Chenle was! Zhong Chenle...why are you so confusing? A deeper voice accompanied with a higher female one sliced through the comfortable air that surrounded the two Chinese males.

"Hyung?"

"Renjun-oppa?"

He knew those voices but he didn't know why the two were together. Usually they would just run away from him in public unless...

"Renjun-hyung, are you hanging out with who I think you're hanging out with?" There it was. The question that Renjun didn't want to hear. Thankfully, the person he was hangin out with in question was too preoccupied with the claw machine to pay attention to them. 

"Jisung-ah, Lami-ah...how's it going?" Renjun said, deciding not to be difficult any longer as he turned to both of them. The first thing that caught his eyes was the shockingly bright cobalt mop of hair that Jisung hosted and then the beauty that was known as Lami. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Renjun decided that Chenle was more beautiful than Lami will ever be...in his mind anyway otherwise Jisung would probably choke him to death (considering the huge crush his dongsaeng had on the girl). 

"Nothing much. We were just hanging out before my shift," Lami answered as she eyed the boy behind Renjun - the one who was still preoccupied with the claw machine.

"Hyung, who's that?" Jisung asked him as he too eyed the younger Chinese boy who was letting out high pitched screams of delight as he finally got the Goku plushie that he wanted. 

"Just someone I'm hanging out with," Renjun answered, wishing the topic swayed from the boy who accompanied him.

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Ge? Who are these people? Friends of yours?" Chenle's sudden questions in Chinese caught all three of them off guard as he looked at all of them with eyes filled to the brim with curiosity, mouth slightly open and a Goku plushie in between his arms. Overall, the sight was too cute and too adorable and Renjun wanted to just grab the younger’s face and-

Okay, Huang Renjun. Stop that thought right there. 

Observation of rich people #11: They make your thoughts go haywire. 

“Yeah they’re friends of mine,” Renjun answered back in Chinese when he realised he had been staring at the younger’s face for too long. 

“Hi friends of Renjun-ge! I’m Lele!” Chenle introduces himself and waved at the others with his accented Korean. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Lele. I’m Lami and this tower over here is Jisung,” Lami said and they all smiled when Jisung said his signature ‘you can call me Jisung Puwark!’ to make the atmosphere less tense. Hearing Chenle’s giggles made Renjun’s stomach feel weird and also made him hope that he didn’t vomit out his lunch later in two hours time. While the three who were younge