dysthymia | zhong chenle

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❝ when we know each others feelings
we're painting the moonlight"

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winwin and chenle slumped in their seats, basically all the alchohol emptied and flattered against the floor. jisung looked exasperated, picking each scrunched up tin from the dirtied ground

"you all are meant to be old and mature" he groaned, slinging winwin's arm over his shoulder. jisung had only taken one or two sips, knowing they were going to end up in this situation.

heaving the delicate body up, he let the older chinese boy lean on him as they stumbled around, attempting to stand straight on the titling world. his eyes then shot to chenle, there was no way in hell he was going to be able to carry two full grown men back. leaning winwin against a wall for the time being, he fished in chenle's pocket for his phone, finding the metal against several stray notes of cash and a cluster of keys

"gosh" he winced, pulling out the phone and shaking it several times for it to open. it was an old phone, one that seemed have lasted his a couple years

clicking it open, the password came quite clear to him.

57201

the date and time of her death or well, the time in which he had last seen her

05/07/20 1:00 pm

shaking his head tiredly, his finger hovered above kuns, but stopped. it was the dead of night, and kun was busy treating taeyong

so his finger landed on hyejins, the distorted rings dispersing into the skies. it picked up after several rings, the phone pressed the jisung's ear as he dashed to lift up a toppling winwin

"chenle...?"

"uh hey it's jisung" several muffled struggling sounds were audible

"why are you..."

"look, winwin and chenle are dead drunk and we don't know how to get back to Stone's base. plus i'm not carrying two fat things by myself"

"why are they even drunk in the first place?"

"don't ask, just please, come to the convenient store near NCT's base" and the call cut off.

while jisung awaits her arrival, little inaudible whispers came out of chenle's mouth, his hands desperate to grasp something. a car soon skidded into view, the clunky metal making a fog of dust just behind it

jisung's rejoices in relief, watching as hyejin clambered off the car towards the three.

"thank god you're here" jisung exclaimed, looping an arm around winwin as they struggled towards the car. hyejin glanced around chenle, his finger waved in the air aimlessly. a exasperated sigh left her lips, her arm coming to loop around his body, chenle leaning against her own fragile one.

"when did jisung shrink..." he murmured, his eyes closed as hyejin dragged him towards the door

"shut up and get on the car" she held chenle close to her, the familiarity of his scent bringing back the days when she would have woken up to a pair of chocolate dark eyes.

she managed to throw chenle in the passengers seat, herself going around to the drivers. driving a car full of drunk men was difficult, and chenle wouldn't shut up the whole ride.