On The Line | Chensung

Zhong Chenle and Huang Renjun

Jisung swirled his ramen around the bowl, waiting for the two agonising minutes it took to finish. He pressed the power switch on his phone, his eyes lighting up as he saw the time, immediately shoving as much ramen he could possibly fit into his mouth. As he choked on a colossal amount of smoke and noodles, a faint chuckle was heard sliding in beside him.

"Calm down, the food isn't going anywhere," Jeno snorted, ruffling his own hair as he unstacked the food containers.
"Hyung," Jisung muffled out with a mouth full of food, "I have been dying in a math class for a double, I deserve food."
Jeno shrugged, sliding some of his containers toward the younger while simultaneously pulling Jisung's small box toward him. Jisung nodded gratefully toward him as he prodded the kimchi with his chopsticks and took it into his bowl.

He sighed as he looked up and mixed the ramen and kimchi, eyes darting around to his peers and teachers that were loitering in the enclosed cafeteria. How boring life was as a student, dragging himself through classes that taught him barely anything useful, wasting his youth on textbooks and ramen. If school hours weren't so cursed in this area of the world, he would think maybe he'd have some sort of life. Well that, and if he didn't spend twelve hundred hours after school on random games online, yelling at Jeno and occasionally Renjun for the lack of support.

Jisung exhaled dramatically, letting his head fall on his hand as he snatched a piece of pancake. "Hyung, I don't have a life."
"Yeah, I know, nerd," Jeno laughed slightly before taking a sharp slurp of his ramen. Jisung rolled his eyes as Jeno nudged him. He lazily lifted his head in acknowledgement, "at least you're not them, look it's emo and brooding."
Jisung casually rolled his head to the door to see two kids shuffle into the room, one dressed in all black, head to toe, while the other simply had a dark jumper on, the hood thrown over his head.
"Stop calling them that," Jisung pushed Jeno with his shoulder, "Renjun hyung isn't even that bad."
"And Chenle?" Jeno raised an eyebrow at him as he scoffed down more food.
Jisung snorted, looking back down at his ramen. He picked up some noodles, muttering "okay he's definitely weird" before funnelling it down.

"Scary, pale, emo kid," Jeno said brightly, to which Jisung chuckled at, nodding in agreement. They laughed quietly amongst themselves, the younger looking back up to the two who seemed to be dressed for a funeral, watching them slide into their seats.
Jisung cocked his head, squinting toward the two, "he's pretty though."
"Who?" Jeno turned his head back, narrowing his eyes in the distance in the vague area he thought Jisung was looking in.
"Chenle hyung," the younger boy mumbled quietly, watching him push his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Dude," Jeno looked at him with a deadpan expression, "raise your standards, you can do better than 'My Chemical Romance' there," he mocked.
Jisung turned to him and glared before snapping back, "says the man attracted to Mark Lee of all people." He clicked his fingers off to one of the tables near them. Jeno snapped his head only to see Mark trip on his own feet into one of the guys sat at his table.
Jeno huffed, looking back toward Jisung, "...I mean it's true, but hey."

Jisung chuckled to himself, taking his bowl into his hands and finishing off his warm bowl of noodles. He inhaled deeply, taking more of the pancake Jeno had brought, sighing in sweet bliss at the taste. Bless Jeno's father and his ability to cook anything.

He licked the end of one of his chopsticks before clicking to gain Jeno's attention, "you know you don't have a chance anymore, Donghyuck hyung already asked him out and he said yes."
"Wait what?" Jeno's head snapped in his direction, his own chopsticks sliding out of his hands and clattering into the bowl, luckily not loudly. "But the bastard knew I liked him, how could he?"
Jisung shrugged, taking another bite of the pancake, "I think cause you also talk about Renjun hyung a lot he got confused."
The older boy sighed in defeat, sinking onto the table in despair. He whined quietly as his forehead hit the table, "Noooooooo."
"Calm down, you can still ask a Renjun out, you know," Jisung chuckled, turning into fits of coughs as he choked on the remaining pancake.
Jeno puffed his cheeks, his chin hitting the table as he paid no attention to the boy dying beside him, "what's the point."

Jisung hammered his chest as he coughed, grabbing the bottle beside Jeno's head and sculling the drink to stop himself. Jeno looked up at him, blinking with puppy dog eyes as Jisung tried to recover.
He finally reached the end of his fit, hacking once as if he were a cat with a hairball stuck in its throat. He hissed unconsciously, sticking his tongue out before sighing in satisfaction.

He looked down to the elder boy, blinking at him in disappointment. "Oh good, you're done," Jeno sighed as he pulled himself up, "now help me."
"No," Jisung glared at him, his eyes widening to emphasise the word before turning his attention back to the front of the room. His eyes traced around as Jeno complained beside him when he ended looking back into black sunglasses pointed directly toward him.

Now, Jisung knew that when people wore sunglasses, whether indoor or out, you could never tell if the person was truly looking at you, especially from a distance. But no amount of internal reassurance he could fester within his mind stopped the discomfort settling in. The discomfort that Zhong Chenle, resident emo boy with possible corpses in his basement, was looking his way, looking in his direction, possibly looking at him. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, feeling the weight of a sinister gaze pressing itself onto his chest.

He watched as Chenle clicked his jaw, Renjun turning his head back to see what his friend was looking at. Renjun broke into a bright smile, waving at Jisung. The younger awkwardly waved back as Chenle's cold (non)stare bored into him. His breath hitched in his throat as Chenle shifted the glasses down, his heart pounding faster and faster as he was met with dark eyes with a wicked silverish undertone staring right into his soul.

Jisung slowly turned his head to his hyung. "I think I'm gonna be killed." Jeno could only nod with pursed lips in response. This was hopefully not going to be that interesting.

But boy did he feel like his life was on the line.

(a/n: I had another stupid idea, enjoy :))