Perfect Imperfection| ZCL

⁵your lines are safe with me

"So what was all of that about?" I ask, anger taking over me.

"We felt bad for telling you the wrong address so we thought we could get your notebook-..."

"By breaking into Chenle's house?" I interrupt Jeno. "I can't believe you did that, guys, that's-..."

"I'm sorry, okay?" Hyuck says. "I really am, I didn't mean to go this far, I swear."

"I can imagine you didn't plan to end up at the police station."

I turn around as I suddenly hear footsteps behind me and my eyes meet Chenle's fiery hair. I step towards him, my heart beating fast, full of anxiety.

"Chenle, I'm so so incredibly sorry-..."

"There's nothing you should apologize for," he gives me a small smile before looking at Hyuck and Jeno. "I'm sure you guys had a good reason for breaking into my house."

He wasn't mad. He seemed actually amused. He looked like he knew this was only a misunderstanding, like he knew there was nothing he should be worrying about.

Donghyuck explained him the situation, with a rare serious expression on his face. Chenle was slightly nodding here and there, signaling that he was understanding the situation, slowly but surely lifting the weight from my heart.

"So that's why. We're so sorry, we-..."

"That's alright, don't worry." Chenle waved it off before turning towards me. "Would you like get your notebook tonight, or can it wait until tomorrow?"

I shift awkwardly.

"I would be really thankful if I could get it tonight," I say and he nods.

"Let's go then."

*

Jeno, Donghyuck and Jaemin have gone home, leaving Chenle and I alone and if it weren't for the events that had occurred tonight, I swear I wouldn't and couldn't have felt as awkward as I feel right now. We walk in silence, Chenle probably sensing my nervousness and deciding not to say a word the whole time.

When we arrive in front of his house- an actual big ass villa, I must say– I decide to speak.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

He nods, tapping some sort of code on the entrance door. There was no secret that Zhong Chenle was one of the richest kids in town, but all the fanciness that he was living in still amazed me all the time, mostly because he almost never acted like a rich kid, or the way people think usual rich kids act like.

"Have you maybe... read my notebook or something?" I ask.

"I haven't," he says, opening the door for me. "Why would I?"

I shrug as he leaves the hall, probably going to get my notebook. Everything around me was bright and clean, warm lights shining and giving me a strong feeling of home, despite the fact that I have never ever stepped foot into this house.

"Here," he says, handing me the notebook and making me flinch as I wasn't aware of his return.

"Thanks," I say. "And I'm so sorry, once again, for everything."

Chenle waves it off.

"That's alright, really," He smiles. "Anyways... I guess all of tonight's events might be a great source of inspiration for you, right?"

I look at him confused.

"Yeah, I... guess?" I say.

"Such a shame they didn't get to break in the house of your perfect character, that would've been way-..."

"YAH ZHONG CHENLE!" I suddenly speak- or better said scream. "You said you hadn't read it!"

He steps back defensively, but he looked rather amused than scared.

"I haven't. I just happened to have seen some lines." He smiles.

"Yah, you... you..." I stutter. "Yah Chenle..."

I sigh and he chuckles.

"You have to pretend you have never seen anything from between these covers, okay?" I say on a despaired tone and he laughs. "I'm being serious, Chenle!"

"Okay, okay, fine," He smiles and I sigh once again.

"Promise me," I demand and he raises his hands defensively.

"I promise," Chenle says. "Your lines are safe with me."

He gestures zipping his mouth and throwing the key away and I smile.

"But Na Jaemin is really lucky."

"Yaaah!" I cry and he laughs loudly, making a strong feeling of annoyance grow in my heart.

And something more.