"Zhong. How are yo-"

"Shut up! Do you know how fucking embarrassing it is to have a dentist tell you your throat is bruised then proceed to figure out exactly how it happened?!" Chenle hissed, poking Jisung's chest aggressively.

"No? You could've lied?"

"They asked if I choked on my toothbrush! Which idiot chokes on a toothbrush?! How could I agree to that?! I'd look like an idiot so of course I had to admit it was that!"

Jisung chuckled, hands that had been in his pocket coming out to tug once at Chenle's shirt sleeve before entering the ice cream store. Chenle fumed at the nonchalant behaviour, wishing he could suffocate Park Jisung with his bare hands.

"Flavour?" Jisung asked, turning only his head, black hair falling over his eyes, an ethereal appearance but Chenle's shift from angry to excited blocked out any possibility of even taking a good, appreciating look at him.

"Oh! Vanilla!"

"Oh my god. That's so basic," Jisung grumbled, ordering it anyway.

"Hey! Vanilla is a good flavour! Who cares if it's hated on!"

"Shut up, Zhong. You're prettier when you shut the hell up. Remember that and you wouldn't be single."

Chenle glared, poking Jisung in the rib aggressively. He wanted to knee him where the light never shined.

"You're single, stupid."

"I wouldn't be, if you weren't such a bitch even when I'm silently staring at you."

"And what makes you think I'd want you?" Chenle asked, thanking the server as Jisung paid and handed him the ice cream.

"Higher status is one," Jisung said seriously, nodding as he stared into the distance. "And because I'm handsome?"

"You're fuckin' narcissistic. You know that? Bet you don't because your head is so far up your ass you wouldn't even be aware."

"Aww. Look at you, mad at my confidence. Work on yours if me appreciating myself bothers you."

Chenle swore he saw stars. How DARE Jisung tell him that he wasn't confident in himself? Hello? He was Zhong Chenle, hidden heartthrob of the century, heir to the Zhong wealth, and not to mention, damn stunning. He wanted to sink Jisung into a flower pot and plant the plant on top of him as a little decoration.

Jisung lazily stared at Chenle, sitting across from him at the ice cream store table, a neutral expression as the elder of the two angrily downed his 'basic' ice cream. It was ice cream. A simple treat that every single human slobbered up and devoured in minutes. 

But that fact couldn't change the way Jisung snickered at the way Chenle ate. 

"The hell you laughing at?!" Chenle asked with a snap, eyes narrowing though he couldn't help but feel happy and appreciate the way the cool dessert slightly numbed his bruised throat. 

"Can't tell you now. I'll tell you after you're done," Jisung replied smugly, a foot lightly kicking Chenle's foot the entire time they sat together.

It was insufferable. Sometimes Jisung was okay but annoying but mainly, he was despisable and worthy of being left on the streets. A steady pen click sounded from in his pocket, a hand in the clothing warmth and Chenle knew he was clicking. He wanted to rip his hand out and hammer it into the table to prevent him from; one, ever leaving and bothering him again, and two, prevent him from making any clicks.

His teeth had the sudden urge to sink into the ice cream as a form of distraction from Park Jisung, opting to suffer damaging his freshly fixed teeth in exchange for ignoring Jisung, who blatantly stared at him like a slab of meat. Was he really prettier with his mouth shut? Jisung didn't even have a scowl on his face, which was normally on when he was talking, and to make it worse, he preferred seeing him with no scowl. That didn't change the fact that he still wanted to donate him to a science experiment lab for explosive testing but hey, even he preferred a happy face.

His ice cream slowly diminished and although he really wanted to know what Jisung was thinking in his sick head, he was scared to know for the sole reason that he was instructed to eat his dessert first. Either Jisung was going to say something disgusting and didn't want him to hurl over the table and be forced to pay for it, or, he was going to say something disgusting and didn't want him to hurl the ice cream into his hair and leave a cool milky mess.

The steady kicking against his foot never subsided, a steady rhythm from the moment they sat down which, unfortunately, set Chenle in a metronomic mood that didn't annoy him but instead kept him at tempo. He hated that he felt that.

The cone slowly disappeared and after the most excruciating five minutes and seventeen seconds, he accomplished eating.

"Reason you were laughing, now," Chenle demanded, eyes narrowing with crossed arms. Jisung was amused by the confidence. It really was rich boy syndrome and he knew that because he had said syndrome as well. 

"Say it nicely, Zhong. Never must you forget that I am above you." 

"Fuck you. Tell me or else I'll fucking bite off your dick next time you want a blowjob." 

The bad part? Jisung knew he would actually do it and really, he'd rather keep his body intact. So with great reluctance and sorrow at the lack of chase, he revealed his inner monologue. 

"Your ice cream. Now I know why you like vanilla," Jisung stated, an eyebrow raising questionably on Chenle. 

"Why? There can't be a possible way you have a good reason, so get it out and shut up." 

A moment of silence passed, Jisung allowing expectations to rise as Chenle kicked back his foot in annoyance. 

"Because it looks like cum. I just knew you enjoyed being a cum bag."

Gears seemed to churn in Chenle's head. A blank look as if sprayed with water before violently thrown in a pile of feathers─ which would be to really get his attention. His face contorted, and a hand slammed down on the table, shaking the napkin holder which resonated loudly in the mostly quiet setting.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Oh. It was very clear why Jisung wanted him to eat his ice cream. Because sure as hell, he wouldn't have hesitated to slather the vanilla goodness over his head and call it a day because how dare Park Jisung say that to him?

"Zhong, you're too loud. If you wanna be loud, we can take it somewhere private, like a bedroom. Preferably yours."

"OH PISS OFF!"

Jisung rolled his eyes, getting off the chair as Chenle instinctively followed suit, heading out the store lest they be banned and Jisung was not about to get banned due to Chenle's stupidity. What an embarrassment that'd be to be banned because someone couldn't accept the fact that they liked being a cum bag? Jisung wasn't about to accept that.

"Good day to you too, Zhong. If you stay quiet for long enough, your delightfully fucked throat will heal in no time," Jisung said casually, his sentence grating down Chenle's spine in a red angry wave, scratching his nerves simply because to all the passerbys, they'd assume Jisung cared about his throat and that it was just sore. They wouldn't know that Jisung was being fully serious when he said delightfully fucked.

Chenle took a deep breath, getting into the vehicle that had been waiting for him the entire duration of their little 'hang out.' There was literally nothing he could do about his crisis with Jisung.

The fact that Chenle didn't know how to keep his mouth shut was the sole reason he was at Donghyuck's house on a cursed school night. A mere two hours after being mad at home. Mr and Mrs Lee let him in without a glance, not used to seeing him there at such an hour but used to seeing him there whenever he was in a 'major' crisis.

"Donghyuck has two guests, so I suggest you don't greet him as usual," Mrs Lee explained. "One's a new one that isn't used to too much excitement."

Chenle nodded in understanding, fully aware that he had a tendency to scare people more than not. She meant well, for even she struggled to understand that the war cries he let out when entering Donghyuck's room each time he was there were his greeting calls and not shrieks of pain. But then again, Donghyuck didn't deserve peace after ratting him out to Jisung the first time the two officially met.

With a wave of the hand, Chenle left his friends' parents and headed to his room. A pause before the door, a deep breath, and finally, he pushed open the door with his signature scream, something falling on the floor as he entered.

"And that, my friends, is my stupid best friend Chenle. Ignore him, he's probably in crisis again."

"Chenle?" One of them asked, an eyebrow raised as he picked up a phone from the ground and handed it to the other guest. "I know you all too well."