❝i want orange juice.❞

chenle ripped his attention to the board and faced to the side only to see jisung raising a brow at him. ❝what?❞

❝buy me orange juice.❞ jisung saw chenle nod but is doing nothing and just continued to listen to the boring lesson being discussed. the younger then clicked his tongue, ❝now.❞

❝but we are in the middle of class.❞ the chinese was aware of jisung's sudden change, it was as if he was back to his old self, and he wanted to talk to him about it but decided not to. he didn't want to piss jisung more than ever.

❝orange juice and buy me a new pen, i lost mine.❞ jisung simply said, not caring if they are in class. ❝right now bank account.❞

the chinese took his bag and rummaged inside it to find an extra pen he owned. ❝here, you can use this.❞

jisung eyed the pen and looked up at chenle, giving him a look. ❝i want a new one.❞

they weren't allowed to go out during class hours and even if they can just find a way to escape, chenle didn't want to break any rules. jisung is giving him a hard time putting a good image in this school, all he wants was to peacefully finish and go on with whatever life could offer him.

❝you need to wait.❞ chenle checked his wrist watch and showed it to jisung. ❝we have ten more minutes till class ends and then i'll go.❞

but jisung didn't want to wait ten more minutes. he wants chenle to get out of his sight and that has to be now. already knowing what to do to make the chinese obey him, jisung took out his phone and place it on his desk. a smirk made its way to his lips upon seeing the older having wide eyes. ❝maybe in that ten minutes i can post the video.❞

the window is next to jisung, chenle can just open it and throw the chicken out. or maybe, he can just throw himself just to end this suffering.

the chinese raised his hand and successfully caught the teacher's attention. with the discussion being stopped, every student inside the room turned their heads around and had all their attention to chenle who's shaking in his seat. he didn't like the attention. he cursed jisung for making him do this.

❝did you not understand the lesson chenle?❞ the teacher questioned, growing worried as she saw chenle biting his lower lip and is sweating very hard.

❝can i excuse myself?❞ chenle said with his voice squeaking.

❝you can. do you need any company?❞ the teacher eyed jisung who's looking out from the window and not caring whatever was happening inside the classroom. ❝jisung, accompany—❞

❝it's okay.❞ chenle tucked his wallet inside his pocket and gave the teacher a nervous smile, ❝i can handle myself.❞

and with that, chenle made his way out of the room, thanking the teacher before completely disappearing from their sights. the class then continued with the teacher discussing but the students were whispering somethings that annoyed jisung. he didn't like how they were whispering out loud, and especially didn't like how they were whispering about chenle. it wasn't a big deal yet they are making it look like it is.

"he looks like he's sick."

"but wasn't he fine just a while ago?"

"i don't know, but i'm suddenly worried."

"you two are even not that close."

jisung sighed and leaned back on his seat as he continued to listen to the people in front of him whispering. finding chenle's state much more interesting than the lesson that's being discussed right now. he then had enough of their voices ringing inside his head and decided to catch up to chenle.

no he's not worried, he just wanted to check if the chinese is really doing his job.

❝jisung? where are you going?❞ the teacher was again disturbed by her discussion.

the tall boy just shrugged, sliding the door open, ❝you want me to accompany chenle, i'm doing that.❞

not even waiting for what the teacher had to say, jisung left the room and walked down the silent hallways. he honestly doesn't know where chenle is and he didn't want to call or send him a message about it. chenle will take it the other way and might think that jisung is worried.

jisung is not worried.

he looked sick, his temperature was hot, he would silently groan from his place, and he looked like he would pass out any minute; jisung is not worried.

❝this kid.❞ jisung stopped from his track and scoffed at the sight of chenle bumping to xiaojun on his way to the cafeteria.

instead of stopping them, he stayed on his place that's pretty far away from them and just watched them. he clenched his fists, holding himself back, when he saw xiaojun putting his hand up on top of chenle's head and ruffled his soft locks. chenle, being chenle, looked so satisfied with his hair being ruffled. his blood would always boil seeing chenle looking all so happy with another person and jisung right now won't admit that it's because he's jealous and he likes chenle.

chenle is his bank account and he didn't want anyone to take advantage e of his bank account except for him.

taking his phone out, jisung took a screenshot of a specific second of the video he holds and then sent it to chenle, also giving him five minutes to do what he was told before he does something to the video. looking up from his phone, he saw a frown on chenle's face as he glanced at his phone. but that frown turned to a smile when he faced xiaojun and then politely excused himself.

"chenle, you're sick." xiaojun said, his hand touching the younger's forehead.

he knows he is, but he didn't want to skip classes because of this. "i'm fine."

what's the point of skipping anyways? jisung will probably call him and force him to attend classes.

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❝my head is spinning.❞ that was the first thing chenle said as he arrived at the cafeteria.

jaemin frowned at the chinese in front of him and placed a hand on his forehead, gasping after. ❝you're sick!❞

❝hey,❞ chenle sent jaemin a weak smile. ❝at least i survived the morning.❞

❝chenle, you need to go home.❞ jaemin sighed, not wanting to see chenle suffering.

and get called by jisung later? might as well just stay. ❝come on, it's nothing serious.❞

❝since when was being sick not serious.❞ jaemin sighed, giving chenle a piece of chicken nuggets hoping he'd make the boy a little bit brighter as he was looking so sad. he received a silent thank you from the younger and a smile before eating the chicken nuggets he gave to him. ❝by the way, where's jisung?❞

hearing that name made chenle's head hurt more than ever. chenle should have gotten used to his attitude by now but he can't help but get confused. one day jisung was all nice and stuff and the next day he's back to his old self. and there chenle thought that he already changed the devil jisung.

❝i don't know.❞ chenle only saw jisung walk away quickly as soon lunch break started. he didn't know where he went but he's just thankful that he's not here to order him around. his head was spinning and his body was hurting. ❝have you noticed?❞

❝about jisung's change?❞ jaemin nodded his head, dropping his spoon and looking at chenle. ❝he's back to himself.❞

❝i didn't do anything, i promise.❞ chenle sighed, feeling guilty even though he was sure that he had done nothing to the younger.

the older squinted his eyes. jisung won't act that way nothing triggered him. chenle might have done something without himself knowing. thinking so hard, jaemin widened his eyes after finally realizing and understanding why jisung is acting this way.

❝i think i know.❞

chenle glanced up to the thinking boy and raised a brow in curiosity. ❝what?❞

but of course he won't tell chenle about it. it's his and jisung problem, jaemin didn't want to join. he, himself, already has his own problem to face and he didn't want to meddle with other people. although, he'll try to at least help the two.

❝i can't tell you what.❞ jaemin said, which earned a pout from the sick boy. ❝but i can tell you how to break this curse.❞

❝curse?❞ chenle chuckled.

but the older remained serious. ❝he was cursed to go back to his old self, that's why he's like this. i know a way to break the curse.❞

seeing the older look all so serious made chenle change his mood and also be serious. maybe jaemin is right, maybe jisung is cursed. if he is then chenle would like to break this curse and bring the jisung he went out on a date with. ❝tell me hyung.❞

looking from side to side, jaemin leaned forward to whisper on chenle's ears. ❝a true love's kiss.❞

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chenle dozed off and groaned after noticing himself all sleepy. ❝i shouldn't sleep.❞

he lightly slapped his cheeks and went back to writing down the notes he missed to write because of the whole time spacing out during his afternoon classes. he blames it all on jaemin who was playing around and telling him to kiss jisung just for the curse to be broken. jaemin looked so serious that for a moment, chenle had thought of doing it for jisung.

❝this isn't a fairytale.❞ chenle sighed, flipping another page of the notebook he borrowed.

but then again, what would it feel kissing jisung—

❝nothing!❞ chenle clutched his head and whined. ❝you are not kissing jisung nor anyone.❞

chenle wanted to sleep right now. not only was he dozing off but he was also starting to think very weirdly. he wanted to hit jisung for dragging him and spending a long time at the arcade. they got home late and his mom was worried. chenle lied and told her that he went out with friends, making her smile at the thought of chenle having friends to hang out with.

on the other house was a tall chicken staring at the dolphin that's fighting very hard not to doze off. well, he too was fighting the urge to smile at how cute he looked. the way he ruffles his hair out of frustration, how he blinks very fast after knowing that he slept for a few seconds, and how stares at no where as if he's thinking about his life decisions.

❝he's not cute.❞ jisung clicked his tongue, hitting his head for thinking that chenle is cute.

but his actions said otherwise. he was sitting down on his bed with the lights inside his room all switched off. he had a small smile on his face just watching chenle and didn't even realize himself taking out his phone and taking a picture of chenle that's already sleeping.

jisung paused and quickly then had a frown on his face. ❝snap out of it jisung!❞ he groaned and quickly dialed a number, finding a way to distract himself.

chenle jolted up the moment he heard his phone ringing. he yawned and lazily took his phone, answering the call without looking at the caller's id. ❝chenle.. speaking.❞

the speaker from the other line stayed silent for a moment, probably was holding back the will to coo at chenle and his cute wake up voice.

❝hello?❞ and chenle was now awake, furrowing his brows at the silent treatment he is receiving.

"t-tissue!" chenle tilted his head to the side after hearing a slap on the other line. not aware that the person face palmed himself for stuttering over the phone.

❝jisung?❞

"i need some tissues." even jisung didn't know what he was talking about.

afraid to complain, chenle sighed and immediately stood up from his place. ❝i'll be there any minute from now.❞

jisung ended the call and threw his phone on the edge of the bed. he flopped his body down the comfortable mattress and groaned very loud, questioning to himself why on earth he did that.

and a tissue? ❝what is wrong with me?❞ jisung took a pillow and covered his head with it, ❝it could have been food. why did i said tissue?❞

the last time he checked, he had plenty inside the cupboards. a knock was then heard and snapped jisung back to his senses. he forced himself to stand up and then made his way to the living room, opening the front door only to see a sleepy, red like a tomato, looking chenle.

chenle then raised the plastic bag, ❝we had extra.❞ he just hoped that jisung won't get mad at him for not buying and just getting extra from his house.

but why would jisung get mad at that? he doesn't even need the tissue. ❝okay—❞

the short male then took a step forward, making jisung take a step back. chenle looked so ill and jisung was holding back the urge to care.

❝bank account, what are you doing?❞ jisung gulped at chenle's hands that were placed on both his shoulders.

jaemin told him that a kiss can break the curse.

chenle closed his eyes and leaned forward, close to jisung's flushed face. the younger held the boy by the waist, trying to pull him away. if, that is, he really is trying. jisung didn't know why but he too closed his eyes, waiting for something to touch his own lips.

but nothing. instead, he felt a heavy body being thrown to him.

❝chenle?❞ the chinese fainted before he could even break the curse.

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