On The Line | Chensung

Silver

Flopping his sleeves together, Jisung looked around the elder boy's room. The exact image he had in his head was sprayed out across Chenle's room, black on black on black. Blackout dark curtains drawn shut, black bed sheets with a black throw, black glass bottles of perfume on a black dressing table. If it weren't for the moon bedside lamp, Jisung would've mistaken the room for a blackhole or a void.

Chenle trudged into the room, slamming the door behind him before turning his head toward him. Jisung jumped slightly before cocking his head toward him. The damn kid was still wearing sunglasses even though Jisung himself could barely see anything without them. He honestly wondered if he was high or something. What kind of maniac would do that?

Jisung let his eyes follow Chenle's form move around the dimly lit room, scrunching the material of his track pants as he observed. Chenle sat down next to him with a dead expression, looking toward him.

Well he thinks so. It'd be weird right now if he wasn't looking at him.

"So, what do we do for this project?" he asked with a flat voice. Jisung stared at him in a daze before the question clicked in his head, stumbling around random words in his head until he formed a coherent sentence.
"Right, yeah, um, comfort," he blurted out, eyes darting around the room as he began to feel his heartbeat in his chest. He looked toward the elder boy, Chenle still staring at him through his glasses, though it did feel though his gaze was off centre it's not like he could prove his theory.

He blinked as Chenle quickly swiped his tongue against his lips, Jisung moving his head up, looking up to distract himself. Though it didn't seem like Chenle had much, just the bare essentials, not even a poster or plushie in sight. He guessed the room felt cosy by itself with its darkness, but he couldn't even begin to understand how someone could live such a barren life. If he were to stay in a room like this, he'd feel as if he was never loved by anyone, not even his parents. But Chenle's parents seemed to be sweetly saturated, so he figured that maybe Chenle was going through some really edgy phase.

"I don't have anything," Chenle spoke monotonously, slowly turning his head to face the blank black wall before them.
Jisung nodded, wondering how anyone could possibly live without anything they found comforting. "Uh well, I have, like, plushies and family and things," he fumbled out rapidly, itching the back of his neck, "I yeah...I can add pictures of those."

It was incredibly difficult to uphold a conversation with the boy. Not that Jisung didn't want to talk, but felt like he couldn't in his presence. A short, one sentence answer was really all he could muster out. Chenle's presence was unsettling, something that just didn't sit right, making the hair on his arms prick up. Even if he could muster just a tiny bit of courage to break through the silence, his throat would close slightly, he could barely squeak let alone speak.

He didn't know if it was just him though. Renjun seemed fine in the younger's presence and Renjun was the cuddliest, warmest human being he could think of. Maybe they just didn't really vibe, he and Chenle. Maybe they just couldn't click. There was no common ground.

Chenle simply hummed in response, still staring with an unreadable expression in front of him. He wasn't going to lie, Jisung was also really hecking terrified of the boy beside him. He could only just make out his eyes behind the shades, seeing dark eyes digging and clawing holes into the wall, and he was scared that when Chenle turned toward him, that same look would be dismembering his body bit by bit. The look of death. The look of murder.

"...uh-"

"Park Jisung."

"Nope."

Jisung stood up abruptly, brushing his shirt down and sending a short smile to him as sweet as he could muster as he hid his growing fear. This was past unsettling, this was 'run a million miles away and never look back', and hey, he could already feel his heartbeat in his throat so might as well act like he's exercising. "I should get going, we can work on this at school, yeah?"
"Why?" Chenle asked, no change in the death in his voice as he slowly stood up. "Why are you going so soon, Park Jisung?" Though Jisung could confidently say he was taller than him, boy oh boy did he feel tiny as hell.

There was elegance in the way Chenle walked toward Jisung, almost as if he were gliding as he cornered him. Jisung pressed his hands onto the windowsill, grasping onto the material of the curtain that draped itself on it as he leaned back. Though it seemed to fail as Chenle leaned forward, a sly smirk making its way on to his lips.

He reached up, tapping at Jisung's neck vein twice before shuffling back slightly. He chuckled darkly as he raised his hand to his face, the colour in Jisung's face draining as Chenle pulled off his sunglasses. "What's wrong, Park Jisung?" his tone had changed finally, a mocking that Jisung could only barely register as he looked back into Chenle's eyes, dark with a silver glint.

The look of murder.

The room was hardly lit so it was hard to make out if it was just a trick of his eyes when Chenle's eyes seemed to go red. However the glare that burned into his skin was soon nothing to him. His chest dropped as Chenle hissed at him, large fangs for teeth protracting out as he did so.

Oh come on.