Chenle wanted to die.

Honestly, he'd rather die than have Jisung's cock down his throat. But he had made a deal. He made a deal with the man he despised and that deal so happened to be in exchange for whatever he wanted. He felt like a damn Sugar Baby. A Sugar Baby who had to include the intimate part which really wasn't thrilling.

He hadn't dared to look at Jisung after that first day together. He had stormed out the house, flipping him off as he clambered into the vehicle that awaited him. He hated Park Jisung. He hated him so much. 

He didn't dare go back to the house again, only planning to do so once he knew exactly what he wanted so that hopefully, Jisung would only suggest the deal once and get it over with, or never, and live happily ever after, the end, as he was meant to live. 

There was no way he was excited about the deal. He was trying to figure out how to get out of it if anything, but he wasn't one to break deals. Not deals that would give him what he wanted although he'd lose something in him. 

His fucking throat virginity, that’s what he’d lose.

He couldn't back out. Not only would Jisung poke at him for that, but he'd sulk about not getting his Ferris wheel and whatever else unnecessary thing as well. He had no logical reason as to why he wanted a Ferris wheel but his only reason that wasn’t logical was because he wanted to not only one up Jisung in ideas but now, it was also because he wanted to blow his money for being a little shit.

It was honestly a tight situation because Zhong Chenle was used to getting everything his way. Everything according to his convenience and now, he was having someone take from him which wasn't very thrilling for himself.

He wasn't used to making deals for deals. Especially not deals with people that he wanted to eliminate from the face of the Earth. But life was never peaceful nor was it permanently delightful and that's why, with the most embarrassing of times, Chenle had to tell Donghyuck because life couldn't get worse.

There was absolutely nothing Donghyuck could say that would embarrass him more than how he embarrassed himself by mindlessly and ignorantly accepting a deal that led him to be used as a sex object. And by that setting of thought, he found himself planning on how to tell Donghyuck of his rather unceremonious mishappening.

Chenle's first call of action was to slyly mention lunch was on him. Stating he hadn't done such a treat in a very long time─ note, not since the last time he lost a bet and that was by force─ so of course, Donghyuck had to accept free food. Donghyuck was a sucker for food and an even bigger sucker when it came to free food.

"Don't be stupid, Chenle," Donghyuck said through a mouth of food, Chenle scrunching his face in disgust. "I know full well that you either want something or you did something and now you're bribing me with food. Either way, it won't work."

Chenle gaped at him, scowling to hear his friend's response. He wanted to kick him, but that'd leave him friendless and with a major crisis on hand, so temporarily, he behaved himself and gave Donghyuck a stinking smile.

"Then why the fuck did you agree to my treat if you knew already I wanted something?!" Chenle asked irritably, stabbing his piece of chicken he really didn't want to eat.

"You’re stupid to think I’d decline food even knowing that you want something."

Chenle was exasperated at that response, but he slowly nodded anyway, understanding because he would do the same. Come on, if someone offered him something like vanilla ice cream, who was he to decline? Never would he decline ice cream if he knew there was a motive behind it, and Donghyuck was the very same.

For a moment or two, silence engulfed them, which was horribly rare and strange because both of them were known as loudmouths who had an uncontrollable chatterbox instilled within them which, unfortunately, included strength of voice. Needless to say, they were both horribly loud.

Come to think of it, Chenle was always with Donghyuck, and that was potentially the entire reason why Jisung always knew his whereabouts and so graciously clicked his pen as if it were worthy to hear. That was maddening. They really had to tone it down.

"I made a deal with Park Jisung," Chenle finally stated, much quieter than usual which had Donghyuck looking up from his plate with a suspiciously raised eyebrow, leaning in because that sounded interesting.

"Fucking finally. The sexual tension between you two is enough to choke me, and I’m not into choking so without further adieu, I shouldn't feel guilty to say it’s that bad."

Chenle felt like being ostracized or ostracizing Donghyuck─ he couldn’t tell which─ he felt discombobulated, mortified, perplexed, everything in the heavens above that there was horrible to feel. Since fucking when did he and Jisung reek of sexual tension in such overbearing amounts?

Donghyuck just had to be an over-exaggerating bitch. That was the only answer.

"What the absolute fucketh? How in the fucketh do I manage to do that with the one person I’d happily eliminate?"

Donghyuck shrugged his shoulders, much more interested in his food compared to Chenle’s deal until proven wrong.

“Well, I can almost bet that whatever deal you're about to say will involve some form of sexual tension.”

And that had Chenle frowning and rapidly stuffing his mouth with food. He hated the fact that Donghyuck was right and that made it all the more disgusting.

This time, to Chenle’s absolute chagrin, Donghyuck didn’t go back to staring at his food, opting to stare at Chenle instead. It was Chenle, out of character as ever, who stared down and glared. An expectant eyebrow never wavered from his friend's face. He could take back what he said, brush it off as a joke, and say he wasn't serious. Claim he only wanted to see if Donghyuck would try guessing the deal and during the process, mention life-sabotaging ideas that he could attempt. He could say that that had been his goal and it was all ruined when Donghyuck said they had sexual tension.

But, Donghyuck kept staring at him, his expression progressively shifting as if to silently yell at him to speak. And that's what made Chenle shamefully spill.

“Jisung is now my Sugar Daddy.”

A second of painful silence passed, Donghyuck processing the terrifying words as he allowed his fork to clatter against his plate.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT?!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Having two of the loudest voices known to mankind, their voices carried easily, tables near them going silent to stare at them. Chenle’s face burned. He knew they didn't hear what he said but that didn't change the fact that his friend's yell made it feel as if everyone knew what he said.

“Two things,” Donghyuck aggressively whispered, leaning closer to Chenle as everyone began minding their business. “How and why, and Jisung is smugly staring at you. I think he knows why you yelled.”

Chenle could feel the world burn. He did not tell Donghyuck so that he could proceed to tell him how it happened but instead, he told him so that he could get it off his chest and Park Jisung wasn't even supposed to have lunch at that hour! He was definitely there for other reasons. He knew full well that Jisung didn’t share lunch hour with him, and that's how he had successfully avoided him for so long but it looked as if the universe was fucking with him now.

"Glare at him," Chenle frantically whispered, looking up at his friend only to see the biggest betrayal of the entire century. Donghyuck was smirking in the direction he assumed Jisung was, flaunting his fingers in a not-so-subtle wave. "NO!"

"Why not?"

"He doesn't need to know we're talking about him! Hell, he doesn't even need to look here!"

Chenle's head hit the table, eyes closing until he felt movement shift at the table and Donghyuck sit beside him. An arm wrapped around him in comfort and sometimes, Donghyuck was likeable. Especially likeable when he slowly began petting his hair. His friend knew exactly how to reassure him and that was the best part when they weren’t bickering for their lives.

"Hello to you too, Sugar Daddy," Donghyuck casually greeted, Chenle stiffening against him nearly instantly.

He’d pray to the lord that Donghyuck protectively hugging him would fend Jisung off or at least keep him from asking stupid questions.

"Hello, Lee. I see, does Zhong here refer to me as such?"

And that’s when Chenle's head snapped upward. The vibrations of the voice much too close, which was the entire reason that he noticed until that moment that Jisung was the one embracing him, and he visibly recoiled, a smug smile on the other's face.

"PARK JISUNG! OH MY GOD, GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF!"

Jisung grimaced at the loud yell, retracting his arm but still remaining much too close, legs flush against each other.

"You should’ve stayed there. So pretty until you spoke."

"The hell do you want? It isn’t even your lunch hour."

"Pay attention much, don’t you?"

"Answer the question!"

Jisung rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone and sliding it to Chenle. It was evident that that had been his plan all along, his contacts open and a blank page waiting for a new one to be added.

"Your contact. I need it unless you want me following you around this place in hopes of getting your stubborn ass to listen to me."

Because Chenle would rather have Jisung annoyingly in his messages as compared to being spotted with him in real life, he aggressively punched in his number and saved his contact as 'Lele' and for emphasis, added a little heart because Jisung didn't deserve peace and could be embarrassed if anyone ever spotted it. Upon completion, he quickly exited so his information wouldn't be spotted, sliding the phone back with a saccharine-sweet smile.

"Stupid wallpaper you have."

"I personally think me sitting in a private plane swishing a cup of wine in a suit is kinda hot. I’m sure you’d agree if you just looked a little harder."

Chenle aggressively pushed Jisung to the side, the unfairly large male hardly budging but taking the cue that he was to move lest the Chinese male became antsy and annoying. Even when he was annoying, he was cute, but he’d rather keep his ears intact than have him screaming about their clothes touching.

"Bye bye Sugar Daddy! Hope to see you more often!" Donghyuck bade, Jisung sending an evil smirk with a nod.

"If he doesn't listen to me, you surely will be seeing me around."

"Oh? So does it includes the sex part?"

"Of course," Jisung answered seriously, turning to look at the other. "See you soon, Princess."

And that was enough to have Chenle standing and aggressively pushing Jisung away, his face red as Donghyuck shrieked. Jisung, the bane of Chenle's damn existence, simply laughed in an ear-grating way and made his way out of the cafeteria, Donghyuck looking at him for a second before staring expectantly at his friend.

"So?"

It was going to be a long day.