CHAPTER 120: PORNHUB: THE MUSICAL [JUNES’S POV]

Ren’s footsteps were quiet as he led me upstairs. I swear even the air smelled cleaner in this house.

And then we reached his room.

He pushed the door open, and I almost choked. Of course it was white. White sheets, white walls, white curtains that fluttered gently.

It was elegant. Everything in perfect order, like it had been staged for a magazine shoot.

Meanwhile my own room back home looked like a hurricane lived there rent-free.

"Your room looks like... heaven," I said before I could stop myself.

Ren chuckled, scratching the back of his neck like he didn’t know what to do with the compliment.

"Wait until you see this," he said, stepping toward a set of double doors on the side.

He opened them, and I gasped. It wasn’t just a closet. It was a wardrobe kingdom. Rows of clothes stretched on forever, all lined up in perfect color order. Jackets, crisp shirts, sneakers that probably cost more than my dad’s car.

I whispered, "Oh my God. The Chronicles of Narnia."

Ren laughed again...softer this time, and

grabbed a simple white shirt and a pair of black joggers.

He tugged them on right in front of me, and I had to force my eyes up so I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.

When he turned back, he was smiling that slightly crooked smile that ruined me. "I already told Mrs. Alvarez to make something for us. She cooks better than anyone I know."

"Alright," I managed, biting my lip to stop myself from blurting marryme right now.

He sat on the edge of his bed, looking at me in a way that made my cheeks red. "Honestly... thanks for coming, June."

My eyes kept flicking to the tall mirror in the corner. Every time he wasn’t looking, I glanced at my reflection like, girl, breathe, fix your face, stop staring at his mouth.

"Would you like to see the music room?" he asked gently.

I nodded too fast. "Yeah, sure."

"Don’t be nervous," he added with a smile, his voice a little teasing now. "Feel free. I don’t bite."

Oh my God. You can bite me any day, I thought. If only he could read minds. I forced out a polite smile instead. "Right. Good to know."

He led me past the wardrobe, to another door I hadn’t even noticed. He opened it, and a narrow staircase led down like some secret passage.

"What even is this? Don’t tell me you’re trying to kidnap me." I whispered, following him down.

The moment I stepped inside, I gasped out loud.

It was stunning.

A wide underground space, lit softly from above. A glossy black grand piano sat in the center. Guitars rested on stands against the wall, a set of drums nearby, and sheets of music scattered across the floor like someone had spilled their heart all over it.

Ren bent down to scoop up the mess of paper on the floor, hair falling into his face. "Sorry," he murmured, almost shy. "I was in all night trying to write a song."

God. Him being a little awkward? Ten times hotter than him being perfect.

"I did write one," I said, blurting before my brain could stop me.

He glanced up, curious. "Really?"

"Yeah." My mouth went dry, but I forced the words out anyway. "It’s called... KissMe."

And the second the words left my mouth, my brain went shit shit shit.

Why did I call it that? Why not Stars or SummerNights or literally anything that didn’t sound like me begging him to make out with me?

What if he thinks I meant kissme, Ren, right now, ruin me against this piano?

He turned slowly, like he could listen to my thoughts with papers dangling from his hand. "You say?"

I held his gaze, praying my voice didn’t crack, cleared my throat, forcing my grin to stay cocky instead of desperate. "That’s the title of the song is KissMe."

Ren’s mouth twitched... not in his usual angel-boy smile, but a crooked one. A little dangerous. Like he knew exactly where my brain went.

"Ohhhhhh," he said, chuckling low, like he couldn’t tell if I was messing with him or not. "Thetitle."

And all I could think was: If he leaned in right now, I wouldn’t even pretend to stop him.

Ren finally set the papers down on the piano, then slid into the seat.

"Alright," he said, patting the space beside him. "Let me see what you’ve got."

I sat, trying not to die from the fact that our knees brushed. My phone screen lit up as I pulled up my Notesapp, handed the phone nervously before I could overthink.

"Don’t laugh," I warned. "I wrote this at, like, 3 a.m. while eating Doritos and listening to DojaCat. I was in my feelings."

He arched a brow, clearly already amused. "Doritos-fueled inspiration. I’m intrigued."

He sat on the couch, scrolling through the notes app with those long fingers that definitely shouldn’t be allowed to touch a screen like that.

I stood there like an idiot, trying not to think about those fingers on me instead.

His eyes scanned the words. Then...he widened his eyes and straight up laughed.

"Oh my God," I groaned, covering my face. "You’re actually laughing. I knew it. I should’ve deleted it and pretended I had amnesia."

"No, no, wait," he said quickly, grinning so wide as his dimple popped. "I’m not laughing at you. I swear. It’s just... it’s so..."

He glanced back at the screen, reading aloud: "’Kiss me like you’ll ruin me, like tomorrow doesn’t exist, like you’re starving and I’m the meal. Your lips are gravity, pulling me where I shouldn’t go.’"

He choked on his own laugh. "June. This sounds like. Like your Webnovelsmutdraft ."

"Excuse you! That line is deep," I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "It was 3.a.m. Besides, a horny teen did write it. Spoiler alert: me."

He lost it again, shaking his head, his curls falling into his face. "You’re...wow. Honest. I like that."

I peeked at him through my fingers. "You’re supposed to say it’s genius. That I’m a lyrical mastermind. That Taylor Swift could never."

He smirked, handing the phone back. "You might not be Taylor... but you’re definitely fearless. And that’s more important."

My stomach actually flipped. Fearless?Sure.

Meanwhile, my brain was screaming: kiss me kiss me kiss me like you’ll ruin me.

"Okay, first of all, at least I have material," I shot back. My thigh brushed his, and I didn’t move. "Second, it’s supposed to be dramatic. It’s a love song."

"Mm." He tapped a finger on his thigh like he was considering it, but that smile stayed. "You sure it’s not a lust song?"

Oh My God.

My brain went: Say something chill, June..

Keep it cool.

What came out of my mouth was: "What if it’s both?"

I wanted to crawl under the piano and die. Or kiss him till the world ended.

Both felt equally valid.

Ren glanced at me, and smirked. "Yeah, so... we can’t actually use this for the school performance."

I nearly choked. "Why not?!"

He arched a brow. "Because, June, it sounds like you’re auditioning for Pornhub: The Musical."