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Jisung should’ve known that the moment that Jeno had walked in with his pretty eyes and even prettier smile, he was done for.
“My name’s Jeno Lee, the director of the secretariat committee. We’re responsible for maintaining records, handling all the necessary documents and papers behind our anticipated events, and communication and correspondence in our organisation,” Jeno beamed, striking right through Jisung’s poor heart. “So if you’re thinking of joining, please let me know! We’ll be happy to have you on our team!”
Jisung’s breath caught in his throat. His gaze stuck onto Jeno, his heart skipped a beat, and his world stopped solely around him. Everything else that followed was a routine, a fixed pattern, one that Chenle knew all too well. Seated beside Jisung, Chenle watched him fall in love with the wrong person all over again.
The rest of the student council continued on with their introductions, each with chucklesome and creative ways to encourage students to join them in their college of education-based organisation.
“Jaemin Na, director of business affairs. Our team handles the organisation’s funds and all of the business transactions,” another boy greeted with his arms crossed over his chest, prim and proper in his navy blue polo shirt, as he stared right through Jisung like he knew. “Pleased to meet you.”
Jeno looked like the complete opposite of Jaemin, with beautiful crescent eyes as opposed to the latter’s heated gaze. Jisung remained clueless to that narrow-eyed, almost scowling look directed towards him, but Chenle did. Call it instinct, or years of knowing people too well, and knowing Jisung even better, but that was the moment Chenle knew that his poor friend had been caught in a mess he’d have trouble getting out of.
The next day, Jisung dragged Chenle to join the student council with him because of course he would. Nature was bound to take its rightful course; the grass is green, the sky is blue, Jisung fell in love with the first pretty senior he had laid his eyes on. Chenle had seen it coming from miles away. He even messaged his parents prior that he’ll be coming home late because he knew this would happen.
“You’re first years, aren’t you?” Jeno gleamed, his smile growing wider as Jisung shyly nodded, “Well, you made the right choice then! It’s good to start joining organisations as early as now. It’ll look good on your CV and the experience you’ll get along the way would help you a lot later on.”
Jaemin’s eyes narrowed on the both of them again, scrutinising them for every inch of their being on their seats, “Where did you two plan to join again?”
“Secretariat committee,” Jisung sheepishly answered with a shy glance to Jeno, as if he couldn't be any more obvious.
“Business affairs.” Chenle deadpanned.
With that, Jeno chirped, “Perfect! We actually need more hands on both of those committees so your timing’s great.” He proceeded to open the folder on the desk and slid it towards them with a pen,“I’ll just need you two to fill up these forms and sign right here.”
As Jeno leaned over, his shirt draped over his thin frame and very quickly exposed a sliver of a mark on his chest. One button of his shirt was even undone and if Chenle looked even closer, Jaemin’s hair was slightly dishevelled. Behind his observing eyes were his thinning impatience and annoyance, his glossy lip turned down in a frown.
“Is it just you two here?” Chenle questioned.
“The other committees are out to handle other matters,” Jeno answered without missing a beat, immediately tugging on his shirt. “Jaemin and I currently don’t have anything going as we’ve settled our businesses already.”
Jaemin scoffed, hiding away his growing smirk. And Chenle thought Jisung was obvious.
Whatever the two of them had going on, it was going to end up with heartbreak on Jisung’s end. But he’s too busy writing his name down and sealing his fate to even notice. Really, Chenle wonders how this idiot would survive without him.
Eventually, he sealed his fate along with him.
Respective interviews were held just days later. Out of a number of candidates, both Jisung and Chenle were accepted into the council along with a few other upperclassmen. The workload was immediate, and so was Jisung’s whining.
“Turns out most of our transactions are done online. Plus, Jeno carries out most of the paperwork to other offices and because they’re confidential, I can’t come with him,” Jisung pouted, his long arms spread on the student council’s office desk like a child throwing a tantrum. “Only the other directors can go with him.”
Chenle perked, “Like Jaemin?”
“Yeah, he usually goes with him,” Jisung answers without a thought, toying with the pens bundled in the stationery mesh cup. “I heard they’ve been friends since their first year here.”
Anyone with eyes could see those two were close, and yet it came as a shock to Chenle that they went way back, more than he expected. But perhaps what shocked him more was how painfully oblivious Jisung can be at times. Chenle was only pulled out of his Jisung-pity-party when he felt an arm thrown over his shoulder, followed by a very familiar voice cooing right into his ear.
“What are my cute children up to!” Donghyuck pressed his cheek against his, “Slacking off? Can I join?”
“No, we’re not,” Chenle pushed him off with a palm, “We were just talking about Jeno and Jaemin.”
“Those two?” Donghyuck quirked a brow, his teasing expression turned serious. The sudden change in his tone led Chenle to believe that he knows something they don’t. Or in this case, something that Jisung doesn’t know. Donghyuck then pulled a chair and scooted closer to Chenle, his grin returning, “Why? Is there something you wanna know? I’ve got all the dirty secrets on just about everyone.”
Jisung pouted, “That’s not very nice.”
“Obviously I was kidding,” Donghyuck rolled his eyes, but something tells Chenle that he wasn’t kidding in any way whatsoever, and the student council, due to its nature, was always involved around student concerns and issues. Donghyuck’s part of it and he could easily snoop around if he wanted to. “But what’s got you two curious about them?”
“They’re just really close, is all,” Chenle answered for Jisung, dismissively waving.
“Hah, ‘really close’ doesn’t even begin to define it. We’re all in the same block but those two are closer to each other than with anyone else from our class,” Donghyuck propped his elbow on the desk, resting his cheek against his fist, “And they’re not even in the same major—Jen’s in english, Jaem’s in mathematics.”
Jisung’s eyes widened, “Why? Do they go way back?”
Donghyuck shook his head, “No, they’re from different highschools. They just hit it off since our first university walk.” He leaned closer to Jisung then, grinning, “Speaking of, how was yours? Spot anyone you like during the walk?”
Jisung immediately flushed red, “No!”
“Oh, come on, don’t be such a prude now,” Donghyuck reached over to pinch his cheek, “Every department is in it so it’s a good opportunity to fool around if you ask me.”
“You say that and yet nobody asked,” Chenle said with a grimace.
“Word of advice from your favourite senior: don’t ever talk back to me,” Donghyuck reached over to pinch Chenle’s nose this time, ignoring his pained yelps. “And don’t date anyone from tourism. They’re clearly way out of your league.”
Chenle abruptly pushed his hand away, his nose glowing red as he frowned, “Like you would know.”
“How about Jeno hyung?” Jisung asked quietly, “Has he found anyone else he likes?”
Donghyuck paused then. “Why do you ask?”
Too obvious. It was like he wanted to shout out to the world that he liked him. Jisung blushed again, shaking his head to turn away from Donghyuck’s gaze, “No reason.” In time, his phone chimed, and a text from his committee's group chat appeared on the screen.
[seccom] doyoung: jisung
[seccom] doyoung: i left a document on my desk. could you please bring it here to the dean’s office for me? thanks!
Hurriedly, Jisung grabbed his phone and stood up, awkward with his limbs and even more with his words, “The committee’s looking for me, I have to go. I’ll see you around, hyung!”
Without turning back, Jisung left the office. Donghyuck muttered a quiet, “Sneaky brat,” under his breath.
“Hyung,” Chenle spoke again. Now that Jisung was gone, it would be easier to poke around and test the waters. His hunches were almost always right, but he needed something more concrete, more tangible, to hold on to. “What’s Jaemin like?”
Chenle added on, leaning over to Donghyuck, “I wanna get closer to him. He’s our committee’s director after all, I wanna know what kind of person I’m working with.”
Donghyuck hummed then, “Well, he’s a terrible procrastinator. He’s lazy, he doesn’t even talk much, and he scares me sometimes.” Chenle couldn’t help but grimace at the bad start. “But he’s actually so much fun to be with and is definitely smarter than he lets on.”
Not much info to work with then. When Chenle merely nodded, Donghyuck prodded further, “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just that he and Jeno seem like polar opposites to me,” Chenle shrugged, hoping to not to come off as too strong that would raise Donghyuck’s suspicion.
“Well, Jeno’s definitely more outgoing than Jaemin. He speaks more and he’s friendlier. Jaemin usually keeps to himself. But I guess that’s why they click so much. They balance each other out,” Donghyuck tapped on the desk, rambling on, “Jaemin’s only ever talkative around Jeno and he cares about him a lot. The rest of the council has trouble understanding Jaem sometimes, but Jen doesn’t. He knows him better than all of us combined, and only he can ever take care of Jaemin despite how much he seems to ‘hate’ affection.”
“So don’t be intimidated by Jaemin either,” Donghyuck turned to him with a smile, patting his shoulder in reassurance, “He’s smart, responsible, and he cares a lot about his juniors much more than he lets on.”
Chenle nodded then as his hunch was easily brought one step closer to the truth. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
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“Our next seminar will be spearheaded by Jeno with Jaemin as his co-project head,” the student council president, Jaehyun, began with a smile, “Please say a few words before we start!”
As the applause died down, Jeno took center stage, his beam illuminating the meeting room in all the brightest of ways, “It’s always so nerve-wracking to lead an event, especially as big as this one.” Chenle could practically feel the heart eyes Jisung was sending him to his way, even if he wasn’t on the receiving end of it. “But I know that if we all work together, we’ll be able to pull this off without a hitch. I have faith in each and every one of you and I look forward to working with all of you! Let’s do our best!”
Another round of applause resounded, and as soon as it calmed down, Jaemin gruffly spoke next to Jeno with his arms crossed, his tone formal and curt, “Task delegations will be sent out tomorrow. Please stay updated and keep us posted on your progress as always.” He glanced over to Jisung, keenly watching the love-stricken look on his eye, before ending his speech firm, “Best of luck to us all.”
Chenle clicked his tongue as the council dissolved, Jisung still clueless as he followed Jeno out with his eyes and a blush in his cheeks.
This had trouble written all over it.
The next day, tasks were handed out and the respective committees immediately went to work. With Jisung and Chenle both being new recruits, they were given smaller tasks to do, and were taught how things ran during event preparations such as this one.
Chenle was seated in Donghyuck’s cubicle, listening to the latter’s instructions, when he heard Jisung’s familiar voice over the meeting room table. His low quiet voice trembled nervously as he showed Jeno his progress so far, standing awkwardly across his desk.
Without a doubt, Chenle knew what Jisung was capable of, and he could be quite an asset to the committee if he continued persisting. So he knew Jisung wasn’t nervous over his work. It was the butterflies in his stomach that made him flush and fumble over his words like an idiot.
“This is perfect, Jisung. Great job,” Jeno gleamed, closing the folder and handing it over to him. “You can hand it over to Doyoung hyung now so he can get it sent to the dean’s office for approval.”
“Thank you, hyung,” Jisung turned even redder, the tips of his ears practically glowing, as he rubbed a hand over his nape. He shifted to move, but turned back again in front of Jeno’s desk, shuffling awkwardly like he didn’t know what to do with himself. “Hyung, before I go, I wanted to ask if you have time after—”
“Jeno.” Jaemin suddenly appeared from behind him. He placed the folder on the desk, crowding into Jeno’s space and caging him in between his arms, “Could you look this over for me?”
Jeno, still seated and now in between Jaemin’s arms, tilted his head back to see him hovering over him, “Sure thing, Jaem. I’ll get to it in a few.” He turned to Jisung again, smiling like Jaemin’s close proximity and intimidating presence was nothing to worry about, “You were saying, Jisung?”
Before Jisung could utter another word out, Jaemin grabbed a hold of Jeno’s face and turned him to the papers on the desk, “Business first.” He leaned down then, speaking next to Jeno’s ear without breaking his gaze away from Jisung. “You can always talk again later, Jeno.”
“Right.” Jeno laughed, but it came out sounding flustered. “I’ll get back to you later, Jisung.”
“Take your time, hyung,” Jisung reassured him with a small awkward smile. “I’ll send this over to Doyoung hyung now.”
“That’d be great, thanks!”
Jaemin’s gaze followed Jisung out, and only when he disappeared from his view did he return his attention to Jeno, listening closely, intently, and leaning closer into his space.
Chenle cowered into Donghyuck’s cubicle. He just hoped Jisung was prepared for the inevitable heartbreak that came from falling in love with Jeno and messing with Jaemin.
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The council seemed to be testing what their new recruits were made of. Either that, or there was some severe power abuse going on. Whatever it was, Chenle wasn’t too happy about it.
He had been tasked to fetch something from the warehouse and he would’ve been more than glad to oblige if it wasn’t all the way over to the other end of the campus. On his way back, it had started raining as well, and by the looks of it, it was only gonna rain harder from there. He swiftly walked back to the warehouse, shaking the tiny droplets off his sleeves and hair.
It poured and poured and showed no signs of stopping. He was tempted to wait it out, but he was worried about keeping Jisung waiting, and even more worried about how late they’ll get back home because of the storm. Just as Chenle could step out and make a run for it, he saw Jeno and Jaemin across the street, each under their own umbrellas.
“Hyung,” Chenle called over to them, surprised.
“Chenle!” Jeno waved with a bright beam despite the gray, gloomy weather. “Jaemin here was worried you didn’t have an umbrella with you so he asked me to come with him to get you.”
Chenle gaped, “Really?”
His surprise increased tenfold when Jaemin walked over to him, handing his umbrella over to him. Jeno grinned teasingly, “He may look like that but he’s a big softie.”
Jaemin frowned, walking over to Jeno, “Look like what?”
Donghyuck’s words echoed, “He cares a lot about his juniors much more than he lets on,” and Chenle wondered why he ever doubted him in the first place. Jaemin did look a little intimidating, but underneath all of those layers was a man with a big heart that wasn’t hesitant in making more room for the people close to him.
Now with Jaemin’s umbrella in hand and only Chenle underneath it, he worriedly asked, “What about you, hyung?”
“It’s fine, Jeno and I can share,” Jaemin inched closer to Jeno, slipping his hand around the latter’s waist and squeezing themselves together under Jeno’s umbrella, “We live near each other anyway.”
It was a tight fit, but something inside Chenle somehow knew that Jaemin had made up his mind. Jeno leaned closer to Jaemin, ignoring how his shoulder’s getting wet from the rain, and simply sent Chenle a reassuring smile. Two men of their stature under one tiny umbrella, barely fitting, and yet they looked like they belonged perfectly in each other’s arms like this. Chenle smiled, “Thank you, hyung.”
Awkwardly, Jaemin cleared his throat. Just from the blush on his cheeks, Chenle assumed he was unfamiliar with being on the receiving end of appreciation from anyone other than Jeno, fumbling as he spoke, “You should go. Jisung’s waiting for you in the office. If you leave now, you two could still catch the next bus home.”
Chenle nodded, “I’ll be going then. You two have a safe ride home, too.” But before he took another step, he glanced over his shoulder, his smile small, “Thanks again, hyung.”
“Mhm,” Jaemin grunted, the sound coming out strangled.
Jeno gleamed, “Take care!”
On the way back, Chenle’s steps were quick but careful, hoping to not keep Jisung waiting. When he neared the office, he saw Jisung standing right outside the office, umbrella in hand.
“Chenle!” Jisung shouted, “You idiot! You should’ve brought a spare one with you. There’s a bunch of them in the office!”
“It’s fine, Jaemin hyung brought me his instead,” Chenle chuckled, fondly amused at the scowl on Jisung’s face akin to an angry ball of hamster. “So he’s sharing with Jeno hyung now.”
“Could they even fit under that?” Jisung grew worried then, “He should’ve brought another one, too.”
Chenle smiled, knowing full well why Jaemin didn’t, but kept it to himself, “He must’ve forgotten.”
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After the successful event headed by Jeno and Jaemin and pulled off by the council, a small party was held. They found a Korean barbecue place near campus with an affordable price, funded by their department’s staff and mostly by their dean. They had gotten home already, with the dean stepping out last.
With his last reminder for everyone to get home safe and update each other, he stepped out and left the student council by themselves. Naturally, that was when the booze came in.
Funded by Jeno and Jaemin’s own money this time, the bottles of soju immediately found its way onto their tables. Everyone agreed to keep this hidden from the department, especially from the dean, before clinking their glasses and chugging the drinks down. At one point, Doyoung and Taeyong even shared a love shot together despite the former’s apparent disgust and reluctance.
Soon enough, the chatter turned louder, laughter and singing filled the air, and the conversations drifted from one topic to another. From nitpicking their assessments and exams, talking trash about certain professors, complaining about stupid campus rules, to love and relationship advice from drunken seniors and juniors alike.
“Third year rule!” a drunken Donghyuck suddenly yelled out, “If you’re in a relationship in your third year, don’t break up with your partner. But if you’re single in your third year, don’t get into a relationship. Hell, don’t even entertain anyone, if you could.” He hiccuped, his words slurring as he pointed at a poor junior, “You’ll break your momentum and suddenly you’re retaking Mr. Park’s literary criticism class, which is like hell on earth!”
Chenle grinned, “And how’s that any worse than being alone and single in your third year?”
Donghyuck’s eyes narrowed, blindly looking around to see which teasing bastard dared to go against him, and he pointed (or he tried to) at the culprit with a red face.
“You say that, but he's a devil incarnate,” Donghyuck said to Taeyong, who he thought was Chenle, but was actually several seats away from him, “I wouldn’t wish retaking Mr. Park’s class upon my enemies either.”
As Donghyuck did the sign of the cross, another student council member whispered, “Isn’t he agnostic?”
“How about you, Jeno hyung?” Jisung spoke up, shrinking in on himself as he talked to Jeno across from him, “You’re in your third year, aren’t you? Is there anyone you like?”
Before Jeno could give him an answer, Jaemin leaned into him and rested his head on his shoulder, “Jeno, we should go home.”
Jeno turned to him, questioning, “Are you drunk already?”
“And what if I was?”
Jisung closed his mouth shut. He was helpless as he watched the two banter in front of him, Jaemin pressed close to Jeno with his face flushed, and Jeno rubbing his back like he’s used to this already.
“You better not barf on me again.”
Jaemin whined and pressed his face into Jeno’s neck, “That was one time.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jeno teased, chuckling as he ruffled Jaemin’s hair in comfort. He let Jaemin slide his arm over the small of his back, let him pull him closer and hold his waist, as if he was a cat curling in affection.
And then with an adorably glowing red face and dishevelled hair, Jaemin leaned away from where he was pressed into Jeno’s neck, and pouted, “Jeno hyung.”
Jeno squeezed Jaemin’s face with a hand, shaking it side to side to sober him up. It didn’t help. He turned to Jisung with an apologetic smile before bidding his farewell to the rest of the council, “I think it’s time for us to go. It’s getting late as well.”
They all let out sounds of disappointment, but they eventually digressed and waved goodbye. Jeno held onto Jaemin’s waist, gingerly prompting the younger’s arm over his shoulder, and smiled, “You kids can handle yourselves, yeah?”
“Yes, teacher!” Taeyong, ironically the oldest out of all them, saluted in respect.
Jeno chuckled at that, waving, “We’ll see you all on Monday!”
Chenle watched as Jeno took out his wallet to pay for the drinks and even waved at him when he looked over to them one last time. Eventually, the table picked up where they left off, until Jaehyun pointed out, “Whose phone is this?”
“I think it’s Jeno hyung’s,” Jisung immediately perked up, grabbing the phone and standing up without a second thought. “I’ll give it to him!”
On impulse, Chenle followed him out, “Jisung, wait—”
With the liquid courage running in Jisung’s system, he was even more impulsive, and somehow quicker on his feet too, so he stepped out the doors without noticing Chenle behind him.
And then they saw it.
Jaemin a breath away from Jeno’s lips, faces closer than ever. They both stood just several steps from the restaurant, the busy street across from them, but somehow they seemed lost in their own world, with nothing and no one else in mind but each other.
“Hyung!”
Chenle would’ve smacked Jisung if he was any faster. But the poor boy was already gone and ran to the both of them with Jeno’s phone in hand.
On instinct, Jeno turned away and fixed a smile on his lips, while Jaemin simply buried his face into his neck again. After a quick conversation, with Jisung drunkenly rambling and Jaemin only silently listening, Jeno eventually bid their goodbyes.
Despite the whole scene, Jisung returned unphased. Clueless as ever. And yet, Chenle couldn’t help but ask, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Jisung breathed out. He turned to where Jeno and Jaemin stood again, recalling the scene he had just seen. “They seemed awfully close, huh?”
Chenle bit his lip. “Jisung.”
“Anyway, let’s go back in,” Jisung simply shrugged it off, turning back to the restaurant. “They might be looking for us.”
From the nonchalant look on Jisung’s face, Chenle wasn’t sure whether or not he was grateful that his best friend was dumb as a rock.
It wasn’t until almost a year later did he get his answer.
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“Oh, shit.”
Jisung stared into the distance, realisation hitting him all at once.
“You knew?” He turned to Chenle, mouth agape, “All this time?”
Chenle finally knew then. Jisung’s obliviousness was a curse, the hurt and betrayal in his eyes eating Chenle alive.
With a grimace, Chenle turned away, “They never explicitly told me or anyone, but I had a hunch.”
“And you never bothered telling me?”
“Again, this was based on some dumb hunch I got, alright?” Chenle hissed, “I didn’t want to be the asshole shooting down your chance on Jeno based on a gut feeling alone.”
The words seemed to have sunk into Jisung. Slowly, he crouched down to the floor, burying his face into his hands.
“I’m sorry, this is just…” he groaned, feeling himself pitifully shrinking in his place, “I should’ve known.”
“We don’t know anything certain unless you confess, Jisung,” Chenle helped him off the floor, patting his arm as a comforting gesture as he felt bile rising to his throat, “I may be wrong, y’know.”
“But still,” Jisung persisted, looking so out of it with his wide eyes and messy hair. “This is Jaemin. No wonder why he kept giving me scary looks. How could I ever go against him?”
Chenle frowned, “He isn’t so bad.”
“Chenle.”
“You’ve got nothing to lose, Jisung,” Chenle said instead. Jaemin can be a little scary, so he can’t really blame him there. All he could do was give him a little bit of encouragement, just like Mark and Renjun said.
“I could lose a good friend here.”
“You really think you’d lose the friendship you’ve built with Jeno during the whole year just because you confessed?” Chenle argued, “What do you take him for?”
Jisung seemed to realise this, his guttural groan becoming heavier, louder, as he rubbed his face, “You’re right, he isn’t like that.” He turned to Chenle with a pout, “But I’m scared. What if you’re right?”
“Like I said, you’ve got nothing to lose,” Chenle reminded him. “If I’m right, you move on. If I’m wrong, you keep fighting on. Either way, you wouldn’t know unless you try.”
For a moment, Jisung said nothing. He stared into the distance, pondering, weighing everything in, before his fists curled in determination. Jisung could be clueless at times, but Chenle could always count on how quick he picks himself up.
“I’m doing it,” Jisung finally decided, his mind made up.
Chenle grinned at that, patting his back, “Go get him, loverboy.” Just as Jisung could thank him, Chenle suddenly grabbed him by his ear and pulled, dragging him along, “But after our meeting. We’re already running late.”
“Shit!” Jisung panicked, picking up his pace, “Jaehyun hyung’s gonna kill us!”
Chenle scoffed, “What’s the worst that could happen?”
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“I got rejected.”
Well.
Chenle had expected this, even if he wished otherwise. Jisung just stood there across him, unmoving for a long moment, until his lips trembled and his shoulders shook. Chenle's heart sank.
If Jisung’s obliviousness was a curse, so was Chenle’s intuition. At least we balance each other out, he thought. Sighing, he immediately went to Jisung’s side, comfortingly rubbing his back, and guiding him out of their department.
“Love is tough,” was all Chenle could say, lamely. Weakly, Jisung sniffled, wiping his tears and snot like a child, and Chenle knew immediately what to do to help him. “Come on, I’ll treat you to that ice cream place you like so much.”
Jisung pouted, “I thought you hated it ‘cause their ice cream tasted like sand?”
“Love is full of compromises,” Chenle backtracked on to his earlier statement which thankfully pushed a weak laugh out of Jisung. “Don’t worry about it. It’s my treat; think of it as payment for not telling you my hunch earlier on.”
Jisung’s eyes rimmed with building tears, “You don’t have to.”
“Well, I want to.” Chenle said, leaving no further room for arguments. Jisung said nothing else. Their walk turned silent, with occasional sniffs and whimpers from Jisung, which Chenle tried to soothe with a pat on his back, “Plenty of other pretty upperclassmen to woo out there, Ji. You’ll find the right one soon.”
Jisung’s frowned only deepened, “What if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll be here to treat your sorry ass to some good ol’ overpriced sand ice cream,” Chenle smiled at him. “Always.”
And that alone was enough.
Jisung’s lower lip wobbled, “Thank you.”
Chenle fondly rolled his eyes, bringing him closer for a hug, and Jisung immediately melted into his arms.
“Come on, let it all out,” Chenle said against his arms, softly. “I’ll be here.”