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"Do you think I'm the woman in the relationship?" is Chenle's first question as soon as Jisung sits down on the chair of their dining table. Jisung immediately looks at him weird like he just asked if aliens aren't real which they are, by the way, mind you. Jisung has proof.
"What makes you say that?" Jisung asks, leaning on the table with his elbows planted on the surface. "I mean, no? I don't know if you know this, but we're both like...men. It's part of the 'being in a gay relationship' thing."
"No, it's just," Chenle sighs as he places the knife down on the chopping board, "I was talking with some friends the other day about our relationship, and a few of them commented that I was like the woman in the relationship. I didn't really think much about it, but it kind of...affected me in some way."
"In what way exactly?" Jisung asks, watching as Chenle turns around and shows his pink ruffled apron that Jaemin gifted him as a joke. "Baby."
"Is it really so bad? If I take a more feminine role in this relationship? Is that so bad?" Chenle asks, crossing his arms and pouting. "I mean, it's all just gender norm bullshit, but still..."
Jisung decides then to stand up and walk towards Chenle's front. "Baby," he speaks, tugging Chenle's elbow to pry his arms of its crossed position. "It's not bad that you're like the 'woman' in our relationship. Being a woman isn't a bad thing or being feminine either. It's all just society and their bullshit. What even made them say that to you?"
"I said that I cook for you and pack you lunch. I do our laundry. I buy the groceries. I iron your clothes. I don't even iron my own clothes!" Chenle sighs and raises his arms in exasperation before letting it fall to his sides. "Also, the fact that I mostly bottom in this relationship."
"Is the fact that you do those things equivalent to you being a woman now? Baby, Lele, I'm pretty sure none of those things automatically relate to gender. You're caring and you know how to cook. That's the reason why you do those things. If I knew how to cook, I'd be cooking for you too," Jisung holds Chenle's cheeks. "I'm the one who cleans the house because you're messy and you shower once every three days. I'm the one who cries more in this relationship. I'm the one reading Aristotle while you're the one playing ball. I could be the 'woman' in this relationship too."
"You didn't mention about bottoming," Chenle pouts. "I mean we rarely do anal, but you know, when we do it's mostly me."
Jisung sighs. "Next time, I'll do it, okay?" He tilts Chenle's downturned chin up to meet his gaze. "I'll clean myself for you. I'll do anything for you. But, Chenle, you said it yourself, we rarely do anal. We suck each other's dicks. We jack each other off. Our tips literally kiss."
"How can you be this vulgar in private? You're always all about chastity and self-control and shit in front of others." Chenle scrunches his nose.
"It's to get the point across, baby," Jisung says, rolling his eyes. "But that's besides the point, we're equals in this household. We're not on some tradwife bullshit. We're literally a homosexual relationship. Gender roles aren't a thing because we're literally rejecting that whole idea completely."
Chenle sighs and leans forward to lay his head on Jisung's chest. He seems tired, exhausted from his mind running all day. "I just hate the idea of being called a 'woman' just because I do these things for you. People don't call women 'men' for being masculine in relationships. Why can't I just be a man who loves you, a man who can be quite soft and sensitive, who can do chores and take care of you?"
"But you are, baby," Jisung says, caging Chenle into his arms. "Don't think about what others say about you and our relationship, okay? They're not me. They're not in this relationship with you."
Chenle's quiet for a second. His breathing evens out and his arms find their way on Jisung's waist, wrapping around it, pulling them both closer together. "I'm the one who buys you flowers."
"I know, baby. That just means you love me, doesn't it?" Jisung ruffles Chenle's hair. "Not because you're the 'man' in the relationship."
Chenle nods. "I know." He clings unto Jisung tighter. "I do these things for you not because I'm the 'man' or 'woman' in this relationship, but because I love you. I care for you. I genuinely want you to be always safe and healthy. I like to see you smile. I like making your life easier."
"I do, too, baby," Jisung tightens his hug, squeezing Chenle until suffocation. "You're the best boyfriend in the world. I'm going to make you my husband, okay?"
"I'm the one proposing. Don't get it twisted." Chenle slaps Jisung's ass. Jisung yelps at the sudden pain. "If I see you anxious over what's inside a cabinet, I'm buying a ring the next day and getting down on one knee."
Jisung chuckles, pulling Chenle's face away from his chest and seeing the adorable glare he's sporting. His mouth is pouted and his cheeks are a bit blown. "I know, baby," he says, a smile on his face. "I know."
Chenle immediately grins and starts jumping in his arms. "Okay," he says, teeth shining for a second before he's puckering up his lips. "Now, I want a kiss."
Jisung sighs before holding Chenle's left cheek. "You are so spoiled, baby," he whispers.
"And, what about it?" Chenle rolls his eyes.
Jisung snickers and leans down to kiss him on the lips.