the next morning
chenle awoke at a start, sweating, panting and crying. he had a nightmare. again
he took a look at his surroundings and the figure sleeping next to him.
he wasn't in his 'home'. he was still with jisung.
chenle ran a hand through his messy, dyed pink locks. he was often called a 'fag' or 'gay' for choosing such a colour, but jisung and his small friendship group thought it was adorable, and supported him.
he lay back down on jisung's chest, intertwining their hands, trying to find comfort, before he began to cry again.
jisung's eyes began fluttering open, locking eyes tiredly with chenle's glossy ones. it was 3am, of course he was tired.
snapping to reality, awaking properly with a start, jisung wiped away the tears cascading down chenle's smooth cheeks. he furrowed his eyebrows. he didn't like when chenle cried.
even though jisung may not like skinship, seeing his best friend cry made his heart ache.
'lele are you alright?'
