"Chenle! Oi! Chenle!" Jaemin called, chasing the male down the university halls as he desperately tried getting away. "You can't run forever!"

"Get away! I don't wanna listen to you!"

"Get your ass here or I'll yell whatever I have to say!"

That got Chenle to a halt, a frown on his face as he turned to face Jaemin. Honestly, fuck him.

"Hurry. I don't have all day," Chenle snapped, tapping his foot as Jaemin jogged over.

"Jisung has a proposal. He says he wants you at his house later. He's in class right now so he can't tell you but he texted me."

"And he couldn’t text me?" Chenle asked.

"Stop being annoying and listen! Damn you remind me of a child!" Just because Chenle refused to be viewed as more immature than he already was, he kept his mouth closed but didn't forget to stick out his tongue maturely before turning on his heel to walk to the front doors. Jaemin had already said what needed to be said and there was no reason for him to awkwardly stand before him and try to make conversation that he didn't care for. "For the record, he didn't text you because your contact is literally 'Princess Lele' and he says that makes him horny."

He could’ve spent all his life not knowing that so pretending he didn't hear, Chenle kept walking in hopes of spending his evening in his room until he had to reluctantly head to the Park household, hopefully run into Jisung's Ma to squeeze out information for blackmail and then discuss plans for their grand appearance.

Unfortunately, he didn't run into the nice woman, nor did they discuss the plans they'd have, but they did discuss the cursed choker.

The choker he somehow owned─ possibly Donghyuck's fault─ but didn't want to wear. And knowing Jisung for way too long, there was a hundred per cent chance it was for a perverted reason but he couldn't figure out what.

"Okay, listen to this proposal then," Jisung tried, tired of 'subtly' trying to persuade him to wear it. "You wear it if I don’t bother you for the final blowjob during the remainder of this week. If I do, you don't wear it but if I don't, you wear it. I'll even remove the deal for after the day so it'll be expired. Final day for asking for the last blowjob is rally day and I can’t bother you after that, alright?"

Chenle squinted, a smile slowly spreading across his face. If Jisung was going as far as setting a deal such as that, that meant that he would way rather risk the blowjob instead of the choker and for the fact that he wouldn't have to have a cock down his throat anymore, he agreed. It was a choker, a necklace, a fashion piece, could be rather elegant and it was much more preferable over giving a blowjob. He could do that.

"Fine. But you better not take back your word," Chenle stated with squinted eyes.

"It's a done deal. Blow job, no choker. No blow job, choker."

The two were seated on Jisung's bed, an entire leg length separating them and now that they were finally done with their little dispute, it was weird to be completely silent as compared to their normally banter-filled moments.

"I'll be leav-"

"Want vanilla ice cream?" Jisung interrupted, getting off his bed anyway as Chenle scowled. Remembering the week before, Jisung thought it was funny but the slightly elder didn't think so.

"Fuck you. I'm leaving. You be the cumbag and eat your vanilla ice cream."

"Oh, I will. But not today," Jisung smirked, watching Chenle get ready to leave. And the moment he was ready and walking out, Jisung boldly smiled in victory. "Bye, bye, Princess. See you soon."

A flip of the bird later and a disgusted frown on his face, Jisung was left once again to the emptiness of his room and the excitement he had just won himself. He would make sure it'd be memorable.

So without further adieu, he began the process of searching for the one thing he needed. It wasn't that hard considering he asked Jaemin for help and it was more than disturbing to know Jaemin had it on hand as if it were an everyday item.

"In my defence, I'm visiting Jeno this evening at the tattoo parlour and we're going home together," Jaemin had said seriously. "I'll give it to you the day before and I'll sanitize it."

"No. Just tell me where I can get one. I don't want your germs on it," Jisung had stated, scrunching his face at the object in Jaemin's hand.

"Oh! Well, I know several!"

And thanks to his immense help, Jisung managed to find a sex shop he didn't even know existed─ lord knows he didn’t want to know why Jaemin knew all of them─ and purchased a leash. It’d work just fine.

As promised, Jisung didn't bother Chenle for the blowjob but that didn't mean he'd let the days go without getting the final one. He'd get it and he'd get the choker. 

._._.

"Oh. My. GOD!" Chenle shrieked, rolling in his bed in frustration while kicking his legs.

"I need you to shut up and let me put it on."

"I don't even wanna wear this!" Chenle cried, holding out his wrist anyway.

"It's a bracelet, stupid," Donghyuck muttered, dealing with the frustrating clasp that caused Chenle to go into distressed exasperation. "What could possibly go wrong with a bracelet?"

"Nothing, I guess. Why does he want me to wear jewellery? It's not like there's an advantage in that," Chenle muttered, a frown on his face that deepened once he realized he was suddenly thinking of Jisung contrary to how he always thought of him.

He swore he was going mental. After seeing Jisung everyday for nearly a month although only associating with each other for less than a week in combined days, he was feeling the screws in his head get rusty. They were NOT supposed to be betraying his original view point but here they were messing with him. He assumed it was during the time that Jisung didn’t bother him that his mind marinated and only took the factors that everyone wanted in a person. That wasn’t good because he wanted to hate him.

Tall, condescending smile, strong, sturdy arms, fucking unblemished body, nice- His brain took a pause, trying to figure out if he was allowed to think such things. He decided it didn't matter since it was all in his head, literally. Nice face, deep voice, and handsome.

Dare he think handsome?

He dared.

"Who cares if he just wanted you to be pretty on your final day together? Be glad he can't use a bracelet or choker to his advantage."

Chenle nodded solemnly, a twitch in his mind telling him that evening would be filled with twists and turns. Hopefully, exciting ones.

Turns out, a lot of things could go wrong with a simple choker and bracelet. Turns out his evening was indeed filled with twists and turns but not a single one was the type he hoped for.