As promised, Jisung did send the list of things he had thought of and unfortunately for his pride, Chenle did like some of them. He couldn't just scrape everything offered so he took only the very best. It was a Spring rally and everyone knew that Spring had a multitude of presentations available to select from. The few he did take to start off with were; Ferris wheel, food courts, cultural presentations, modeling for the fashion students that adored showcasing their works, a series of activities, and Easter costume competitions. He completely scratched out the possibility of a kissing booth.

Park Jisung wasn't allowed to have a kissing booth, and that was final.

For a glorious week, Jisung stayed out of his way, allowing him to get everything together for in two days, all their ideas and plans were to be put into action. Only two weeks would be left and in that time, everything would have to come together whether through force, free will, or monetary bribing.

Chenle came to find out two things during that time that were honestly a near given but even if you did know something, it wasn't always an obvious fact. And those two things so happened to be; one, Donghyuck was fucking shit at advice and ideas, and two, the library really was a place of wonderful answers and ideas.

For the week that Jisung was ever kind and didn’t verbally disturb him, besides the incessant pen clicking that he had picked up again and couldn't be ignored, Chenle took solitude in the room of books after and between classes. At most, he'd spend an hour surrounded by silent words on average. It was delightful to be surrounded by himself and the shelves that never spoke but told countless of stories. That was really the best part.

The other best part being specifically the fact that Chenle and Jisung weren't in the same class. They took the same course but their classes never overlapped or shared. That was beautiful, especially because that gave Chenle the opportunity to hunt for ideas in his new best friend in peace without an annoying Park Jisung in his presence. 

That day in specific, he had plans to be free for his hour in the library and as soon as that was over, he'd be heading out to deal with personal matters. Unfortunately, he never got to do that because the one and only Park Fucking Jisung, who had been giving him peace by staying away from him, ruined his evening. 

Or made it better. It depended from which angle he looked at it. 

"Oi, Zhong," Jisung called out loudly, earning a glare from the librarian and an irritated glare from the said male as pen clicks echoed in the quiet room. "Calling in part two. Right here." 

Chenle's eyes widened, nearly dropping the book he was holding as he frantically looked around to see who all was present. He could make a run for it. He did not want to make a fool of himself in public. There was not a chance he would want to be caught and to make it worse, Jisung was heading in his direction and there was no way to escape. He'd most likely be dragged back by a quick and long arm if he even tried. 

And so the only thing he could do at that moment was run down a long hall and hope he ended up out of the library or a hall that would lead away. Jokes on him because as he kept jogging further and further, he came to a dead end and that's when he knew. 

He was fucked. 

"Stay back you dog!" 

Jisung laughed lightly, waltzing his way over teasingly, fully aware that he would be getting his way. 

"Why? You scared to be in public or scared you'll get too turned on being in public?" 

"Are you an idiot?!" Chenle hissed, making sure his voice was quiet enough so no one could possibly hear. "Why the hell would I wanna give you a blowjob in a fucking library?! What if you moan loud enough for half the building to hear because lord knows that based on last time, your voice echoes deeply like the fucking ocean!" 

"Like my voice, do you? And that hardly matters to me. If you back out now, I'll just add on an additional one to the deal, alright? Pick." 

Chenle inhaled deeply, shaking his head. There was no way in heaven or hell where he would want to suck a cock in public. No way. But he also didn’t want a cock down his throat more than necessary which was horrible because Jisung knew that that was a hard decision.

But in the end, of course, Jisung just had to get his way. He just had to.

"Fine. But you better make it fast," Chenle hissed, quickly looking around to make sure that no one was in the suspiciously quiet and empty and abandoned part of the library.

"Me? More like you better use that mouth properly. I call this destressing after Math."

"And I call this a bad life decision before heading out. I can just sense something embarrassing happening already."

Jisung snickered, extending his arm to pull Chenle closer to him by the collar of his shirt, finger tapping his mouth.

"Make it quick and you won't be embarrassed."

Fortunately, no one caught them, Chenle working himself faster than he had the first time to ensure that his life wouldn't be cut short by being seen─ Jisung wasn't fucking helping with the way he'd spiteful moan a little louder than he had the first time they had done that─ but that didn't mean that he hadn't embarrassed himself that very evening. He had gotten cum on his shirt and over his face and a little in his hair.

He had coughed violently─ courtesy of Jisung not telling him he would cum down his throat─ and that resulted in someone hissing at him to shut up from somewhere down an aisle. Jisung had simply thrown a napkin at him, the paper sticking to his face due to the fluids, and left as soon as he noticed Chenle had figured out how to breathe.

"Fuck you! I'm ten minutes late! Stupid bitch!"

"Farewell, Zhong," Jisung simply replied, buttoning his pants with a smile. "Glad you were of service to me before being of service to yourself."

Chenle scowled at him, dashing out the library with his head low just in case he had missed some cum and Jisung hadn't told him, wanting him to be embarrassed. Thankfully, nothing embarrassing had happened between kneeling on the library floor and dashing to his vehicle but the blowjob embarrassment was still on its way.

His driver rushed him to his destination, not wanting Chenle to keep rattling off the fact that some stupid boy held him back and that he couldn't afford to look like a fool arriving later than he already was.

That’s when the real embarrassment came, where he wished he could stop, rewind, turn back time, and kick Park Jisung in the fucking face! He wanted to get sucked into his seat, perish, call it a day, or a life, and end himself. He had been on the dentist's chair, mouth open as they started the process of making sure his teeth were in order and no plaque build-ups were present when the dentist and his assistant looked at each other and then at him, faces surprised.

"Chenle, dear, are you aware of what you have in your throat? Do you know what's in there?" The assistant asked cautiously.

"No? I haven't seen anything weird, I think."

"Chenle, babe, you have bruises. Did you do that with a toothbrush? Sometimes people hit the back of their throats when they're brushing and leave bruises. Did that happen, or are those from something else?"

Chenle furrowed his eyebrows, not thinking much as he shook his head.

"No? I haven't done anyth-” And then it dawned on him. Only one goddamn thing could have done that to him and it was the one person he suddenly wanted to strangle. “Oh my fucking god! Park Jisung, you bitch!"

Chenle's face burned, hands coming up to cover himself as he wished for a meteor to fall from the heavens and destroy humanity. He couldn't bear it.

"Sexual encounters, I can now assume, right?"

Chenle remained quiet, steadying his will to live as he slowly peeked out. Why did they have to tell him? Why the fuck were there bruises already? Why the fuck did Jisung have to hit his throat so hard? He could've gone all his life without having to encounter that experience.

"Yeah. Please never tell anyone," Chenle almost begged quietly, pulling out his phone to send an angry text. "I'm gonna kill that fucker!"

The two snickered quietly, steam basically coming out of him until he suddenly softened at his screen.

"Making it up to you?" The assistant guessed, noticing his smile.

"Yup! He promised to buy me ice cream for embarrassing me like that!"

The two smiled lightly, unaware that Zhong Chenle and Park Jisung were nowhere near intimate or close─ besides the time's sexual organs were literally down Chenle's throat, causing bruises that embarrassed him to the ends of the Earth and back─ and the softening expression wasn't for Jisung but for the ice cream he would delightfully consume. Ice cream deserved all his love, not the insufferable male.