“Renjun-ge…I…I have to go back to China soon…”

No…I just got you back…

“It’s only for three more weeks until the end of my promotions! Then I’ll be back!” He heard Chenle reassure, heart sinking at the thought of Chenle leaving him once again. “I promise I will, ge,” Chenle whispered as the other’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, causing him to bury his face in his younger boyfriend’s neck. 

“How much longer do we have?” He asked softly, wanting to treasure every single second they had now in case he couldn’t do so in the future. 

“You make it sound like we’re breaking up,” Chenle joked, chuckling before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Two days and then I have to go.”

“Two days…that’s nothing,” He sighed out, pulling back to pout at the other who smiled softly. “Do you really have to go back?” He watched as Chenle chuckled, eyes turning into adorable crescents as he shook his head. 

“You’re unbelievable,” Chenle commented before staring into his eyes once more. “Yes, I have to go back. Apparently Lay was bothering my father too much so I really do need to get back to promoting…”

“I don’t want you to leave,” He admitted, voice barely above a whisper as Chenle’s gaze softened even more.

“Then just make sure that you join me at some point,” Chenle replied, voice equally as quiet in the tiny living room of Renjun’s apartment. “Just make sure that you save a bunch of money because prices have gone up.”

Observations of rich people #78: Even when they are dragged out of their hiding place, they will still carry the values and lessons that they learnt from being with the lower classes. 

“I’ll save what I can and I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

~ ~ ~ 

I wonder if he’s alright…

He lay in bed, mind whirring as he worried about Chenle and how the younger was doing back in China. Renjun wasn’t dumb, he had been updated almost daily on his younger boyfriend’s condition through Jeno and he had been spending too much time on those fan accounts but…

…he couldn’t help but worry since he knew how clumsy Chenle actually was. 

Observations of rich people #79: When they are taken from you and you can’t do anything to get them back, your nights are usually spent awake and hoping if they’re alright.

From his bedside table, his phone screen lit up as it vibrated with an incoming call, disturbing his turmoil of worry as he forced his limbs to move. On the screen was Jeno’s contact (unfortunately) and he sighed heavily before answering it in the early hours that were just after midnight. 

“Morning,” He greeted, voice coming out raspy due to misuse as felt Jeno’s judging stare despite not being able to see him. 

“Renjun, why are you up again?” Jeno asked him, not even bother