𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘. ❥ chenji.

20 ; you are (so) tiring

"I can't... I can't stay." Chenle said, dejected, each of his hands rested on Jisung's cheeks.

"Why not?" The younger deadpanned.

"Because of him."

"What does he have to do with this?"

Chenle pulled Jisung in closer, their faces mere inches apart. "He loves you. And so do I."

He attempted to move back, but Jisung tried to pull him back in for a peck. He succeeded, and Chenle rolled his eyes. "The scene doesn't have a kiss in it, you know."

"You told me to be more into it," Jisung argued. "I was just acting."

Chenle sighed. "You are so tiring. There is a reason you're not in the Fine Arts sector, I can tell you. You had no emotion in any lines."

"Uh... actions speak louder than words?"

"You have no redeeming qualities whatsoever."

Jisung chuckled as Chenle pouted. "But we're dating, Le."

"Yes, we are." The older turned towards him. "You are so lucky you're adorable."

Chenle placed his hands on Jisung's cheeks, just as he had while they were practicing the scene, and pressed their lips together.

Oh god. That was what— our second kiss? Chenle thought, pulling back immediately. Jisung placed his hands on the older's waist and took one, two, three steps—

And Chenle's back hit the door. Again.

"You got really nervous when I did this the first time, huh?"

"That was intentional?" Chenle squeaked out, feeling slightly attacked by how calm and quiet Jisung's voice was. It felt like the younger was telling him a secret, almost, something that only the two of them were allowed to know.

He was definitely reading into the tone way too much.

The corner of Jisung's mouth lifted. "Well, it's been on my bucket list. Pinning you to a wall."

Chenle flushed red. "Okay, you've done it twice, so now what?"

"This."

Jisung brought their lips into another kiss, his hands still holding Chenle to the door. The latter let his arms dangle off of the former's shoulders, pulling him closer.

"Ji–" The older only got a second to speak when Jisung pulled away, immediately getting cut off when the younger kissed him again.

Okay, less talking, more kissing. It wasn't like Chenle was going to pretend he hated it. He hummed, which turned into a bit of a whine when Jisung tugged on his bottom lip. Damn, where did he learn to kiss from?

"Chenle!"

The aforementioned was barely able to register the voice of the person on the other side of the door before said door was being opened. Because he was still stuck against it, the weight of his body shut it again. Jisung pulled away at the sudden yell from the door, eyebrows furrowing together.

"Chenle, open your door."

"Who's that?" Jisung whispered.

Chenle sighed. "My brother. You know, the one who's 13 years older than me. He shows up randomly."

"Oh."

Chenle exhaled, tried to make Jisung look presentable, let Jisung make him look presentable, and stepped away from the door.

The door opened. "Zhong Chenle."

"Zhong Zhiyuan."

Zhiyuan beamed, but his eyes narrowed when he looked at Jisung. His smile didn't fall, however, which honestly made him look menacing. "And you are?"

"Park Jisung. His... friend."

"Mmhm." Zhiyuan sounded unconvinced, but he peeked into the bedroom. "What were you guys doing?"

"Going through one of my scripts. Where's mom? She always picks you up."

As if on cue, Chenle's mother called from down the stairs. "Can one of you help me with these groceries?"

"I can, Mrs. Zhong!" Jisung replied, a bit too quickly and sounding a bit too relieved. He slipped past Chenle and ran down the stairs, and Zhiyuan's smile turned into a smirk.

"So, how long have you been dating?"

"We're not da–"

"Bullshit. Don't tell mom I said that to you, though." Zhiyuan crossed his arms. "Your lips are red, your were pressed against the door, and I could hear yo–"

"I thought we were alone!" Chenle replied, as if it would do anything to stop the blush on his face from spreading. "I... it–"

"Aw, my didi has a boyfriend~"

"Ge," Chenle groaned, swatting away Zhiyuan's hand. "Can you just... not tell mom yet?"

"Fine. That doesn't mean I'm not going to drill Jisung, though."

The younger rolled his eyes. "Don't drill him. He's nice. He's cute. He's funny. You can leave him alone."

"I'll let him off the hook for now," Zhiyuan said, "but that doesn't mean that you are."

"Fuck you."

"Watch that mouth, Le."

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i hope i got someone worried with that intro 🤭

this was an excuse to write chenji making out i am not sorry

ALSO YES IK CHENLE BEING CONFIDENT DOES NOT FIT THE STORY THUS FAR BUT I DO NOT CARE HENCE WHY I THREW IN NERVOUSNESS

also im literally chenle my oldest sibling is 19 years older than me which means she could technically be my mother but she's the lightest in our family and i'm the darkest and her dad is lightskin as well so the genetics wouldn't check out (though her husband is pretty dark)