chenle let out a soft whimper as he felt his head hurting so bad and his body feeling like it's on fire. opening both his eyes, he never expected to back inside his own room. the last time he remembered, he was standing in front of jisung's front door, giving the younger the tissues he was ordered to get.

❝glad that you're finally awake.❞

the chinese immediately sat down on his bed upon hearing a familiar voice, regretting after feeling pain on his head. ❝jisung?❞

the said male clicked his tongue and pushed chenle back down to his bed slowly and carefully. ❝your mom was worried.❞

chenle frowned, he couldn't bear at the thought of his mother walking back and forth, biting her fingernails, and looking all so stressed with her hair all messed up. he didn't want to worry his mother, she has much more important things to worry about than him. ❝where is she?❞

❝downstairs, waiting for you to wake up.❞ jisung clicked his tongue as he eyed the older down the bed. ❝you should really stop falling on me!❞

❝i'm sorry.❞ imagine how hard must it been for jisung to carry a heavy person like him.

❝you should be, damn my muscles hurts to much.❞ jisung was about to speak again but closed his mouth when he saw chenle looking somewhere with a frown on his face and sadness visible in his eyes. clicking his tongue for the second time, jisung didn't know anymore what should come out of his mouth. ❝luckily, i'm a strong boy and carrying you was like carrying a feather.❞

❝liar.❞

the younger raised a brow. ❝honestly, what do you eat? you're so thin.❞

❝stop lying.❞

he immediately got tired of speaking out words and decided to just do it with actions. taking the blanket that was covering chenle's body and is giving him warmth, jisung threw it to the edge and took the older by surprise. jisung bit his lower lip as carried the older, bridal style, without any warning. the chinese may or may have not also yelped so loud as he didn't expect for jisung to carry him right there.

❝i'm a liar?❞ jisung scoffed. ❝i can even carry you to school like this.❞

with his cheeks heating, but not really that visible because of his cold, chenle looked away. ❝put me down.❞

❝no, i'm going to carry you downstairs and show your state to your mom.❞ jisung said, about to take a step away from the bed but chenle squirmed and made him stop before he gets to drop chenle down.

❝don't!❞ chenle just can't afford letting his mother see someone carry him. she will tease him for the rest of his life, probably also tell his father about this.

❝stop moving!❞ jisung groaned at chenle turning from side to side and having his legs kicking up in the air. ❝chenle!❞

❝put me down!❞

❝your mom is waiting to see your state.❞ the younger said, giving chenle a look that eventually made the older stop moving.

❝i can just go to her.❞ he said, wrapping an arm around jisung's neck as he felt himself slipping off of the younger's grip. ❝or she can come here to me.❞

❝but carrying you sounds better.❞ a playful smirk then made its way to jisung's lips.

chenle looked up at the younger as he was silent for a few seconds and soon regretted when he saw that smirk on jisung's face. ❝what are you looking at me like that?❞

❝oh, i don't know.❞

❝jisung, put me down.❞ and chenle is back again in squirming on jisung's hold. ❝you're creepy.❞

raising a brow, ❝am i?❞ jisung said. despite of struggling to hold chenle, he liked the sight of the older panicking because of him.

❝i am the sick one here!❞ the chinese pouted. ❝i should be the weird one, not you.❞

jisung then placed chenle down the bed after a few minutes of the chinese struggling but soon later he went back to carry him back again and this time he carried the older like a baby. that is actually a much more easier way to carry chenle. jisung liked how the older's legs were wrapped tightly around his hips his arms around his neck.

jisung smiled. he also loved how chenle was looking down at him with those cute innocent eyes and with his cheeks all heat up. chenle was also silently enjoying, not even conscious about the fact that he was actually liking the way how jisung his carrying him, but if it weren't for jisung speaking then he wouldn't have been snapped out to reality.

❝do you like it bae?❞

❝drop me jisung!❞ chenle whined, now being scared of jisung bringing him anywhere and dropping him there. it might be even possible for jisung to dump him inside the trash bin outside the house. but chenle's cheeks then started to burn after recalling jisung's words, ❝and stop that.❞

the younger can't seem to stop smiling at chenle right now. ❝stop what bae?❞

❝stop calling me bae!❞

the younger opened his mouth to say something to tease chenle and make him blow like a cherry bomb but was cut off by the boy's bedroom door being opened and a familiar woman being visible in their sights. they had their eyes widened when they saw the woman looking at them with pure shock.

but was soon replaced with a teasing smile, and the woman was specifically looking at jisung. ❝and you say that you are not chenle's boyfriend.❞

chenle had his lips quivering in embarrassment. ❝mom!❞

jisung decided to play, although the mother was really serious when he asked him if he was chenle's boyfriend. ❝i'm sorry mrs. zhong, i just didn't want chenle to get in trouble.❞

❝aw dear, it's fine. as long as you're going to take care of my son then i approve of you.❞ the mother then went to eye their position from top to bottom. ❝and i can see that you're taking good care of my son.❞

❝mom stop!❞ chenle buried his head down to jisung's shoulder to hide his burning face from them.

but the mother didn't go to chenle's room to tease him about his relationship with jisung, she went there to check up on her son. ❝are you fine now chenle?❞

❝i am getting better.❞ chenle mumbled already wanting for his mother to get out of his room so that he can continue to force jisung to put him back down the bed.

it looks like chenle is getting better. the mother now went back to giving jisung a look. ❝thank you for taking care of him.❞

❝no problem mrs. zhong, anything for my bae.❞ jisung said, earning a light slap on his shoulder by chenle.

❝i'll be staying at the living room.❞ the mother said, stepping out of the room with a smile on her face. ❝call me if ever you need some protectio—❞

❝mom i swear to god i will throw you out of the window!❞ chenle shouted, sending a look to his mother that giggled with pure enjoyment.

it was fun seeing chenle looking all flustered like that. ❝i'm sorry, i meant help.❞ the mother, again, gave them a sweet smile. ❝call me if you need help.❞ and with that, she closed the door and left the two alone.

chenle looked down at jisung with a disappointed look on his face meanwhile the younger was looking at him, amused at the older not happy about what he just did. moments later, jisung felt another slap by the shoulder coming from chenle who's now pouting, not intentionally trying to act cute.

❝i told you to stop calling me bae.❞ chenle placed both his hands on the younger's chest pushed himself off, only to be help back easily by jisung. ❝put me down!❞

❝why? bae suits you.❞ jisung then raised his head a little bit closer to chenle who backed away how dangerously close their faces are. ❝and i love carrying you like this. you're like a baby, my bae.❞

chenle was genuinely confused. just a while ago he encountered a very angry looking jisung and now he's dealing with a confident ass jisung. but to choose between the two, chenle would like to pick the jisung he dated which isn't even in the choices.

mensungstration is real and it's scary.

❝jisung, please put me down.❞ the moment was over, chenle isn't having fun anymore. it wasn't even fun in the first place. chenle didn't know what came to jisung's mind and decided to play with a sick boy.

hearing the older genuinely pleading made jisung sigh and put chenle carefully down the bed. he then sat in front of the older and ran a hand through his hair, admiring the blushing chinese.

❝why are you like this?❞ chenle questioned, eyes closed as he purred at jisung who kept on running his hand on his hair.

jisung smiled as he saw chenle being satisfied with him ruffling his hair softly. ❝like what?❞

❝first thing you act like an asshole and then you become a playful jisung after.❞ chenle said, but then hushed the younger down as he still has more to say. a question to ask, ❝but first, why were you mad at me?❞

❝i wasn't mad at you.❞ jisung then felt bad for treating chenle that way. it's rare for jisung to be like this, jisung isn't really the type to feel guilty and here is chenle, a normal rich boy, making him feel all sorts of things. ❝well, actually i was, but it's all because of xiaojun.❞

❝why is it because of him? jisung, he's a senior—❞

❝i don't want you so close to him, i get jealous.❞ and there, jisung finally admitted.

❝w-what?❞

❝chenle, you're only mine.❞ the younger said as his hands went to chenle's cheeks and caressed it. ❝you're my bank account.❞

and for a minute chenle thought the younger was going to say something very romantic that's going to make his heart blow up like fireworks in the sky. but even with jisung calling him bank account, chenle doesn't seem to mind it. as long as he is jisung's, that is all that's stuck to his head. and it may not be romantic as an 'i love you' but it did make his heart skip a beat.

the next thing you know it, he was already leaning forward. chenle slowly closed his eyes, feeling jisung's soft and big hand on his cheek, and continued lean forward, just slowly closing the gap between them. chenle didn't know why he is still doing this, it actually didn't look like jisung still has the curse, so he didn't know why kissing him is still an option inside his head.

❝uh, chenle?❞ jisung tilted his head to the side, watching with pure confusion at the older that's having his eyes closed and lips pouted. ❝what are you doing?❞

feeling blood rushing up to his face, chenle felt like burning much more than before. the older cleared his throat and quickly pulled back away to sit on the bed properly. ❝n-nothing.❞

curse jisung for not catching the situation. can't he see that chenle was asking for a kiss?

smiling, jisung held back the will to snort at chenle who's now having his arms crossed and mumbling his complains in chinese. ❝anyways, there's still classes tomorrow so you need to sleep.❞

❝right, sleep.❞ chinese was sulking, jisung finds it cute actually.

❝i'm going back to my house.❞

❝go back, i honestly don't care.❞ he was lying, he didn't want jisung to leave yet.

he's acting as if the younger doesn't live right next door. ❝see you tomorrow?❞

after what happened a while ago? ❝i think no—❞

chenle was cut off by a pair of soft lips on his cheek, staying there for seconds before jisung pulled away with a small smile on his face.

❝good night bank account.❞ and with that, the younger left the room.

and chenle sat there, frozen and still trying to process what the fuck just happened.

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