On The Line | Chensung

A Different Kind of Weird

Jisung sprinted as fast as legs could take him, hoping and praying to reach Jeno's house before his knees gave way. Feet pounding against the ground almost as fast as his heart, he ran to the other side of their town. He had barely managed to scramble out Chenle's window before booking it down the footpath with twigs and leaves stuck in his hoodie and hair, but even though he was blatantly aware he looked like an idiot psychopath, that didn't stop him.

He screeched to a halt, skidding slightly before running up to and banging loudly on Jeno's door. He screamed for the older boy to just open the damn door, voice cracking every now and then as weirded out neighbours looked toward him. Pounding with both fists loudly on the door, Jisung yelled, eyes darting around every now and then just in case creepy ass emo boy suddenly popped out of nowhere.

This was such a bad idea. Out of all the damn possibilities about why this recluse was the way he was, supernatural creature of darkness was not a plausible outcome in his mind. Yet, as well as he could recall, Chenle hadn't had the damn fangs prior to them, and he thinks that he'd know if the kid popped fake shit into his mouth, it was kinda hard to cover up.

His reeling mind halted as Jeno opened up the door, Jisung launching into his arms and bursting into tears. "Woah woah," Jeno clutched to him tightly, carefully shutting the door behind him, "what happened, what's wrong?"
"What isn't?!" Jisung yelped, choking slightly as he tried processing everything in his mind.

Vampire.

The kid was a fucking vampire.

Vampires were things he read about in like the fifth grade, where all the girls in his class would ramble about twilight. Things of fiction, thrown into stories to make the main character seem brooding and intimidating. The things you laugh about, pretend to exist to make life interesting, dress up as for Halloween.

Not a person in your photography class.

Jeno quietly patted Jisung's back as he cradled him in his arms, looking back sheepishly at his father who was staring at them in confusion. Jisung sniffled, letting Jeno carefully put him on the floor but continued letting him sob in his arms. Not his fault he wasn't prepared for vampires.

Jeno ruffled the young boy's hair as Jisung cried into  his shoulder, "what happened, kiddo?"
Jisung could only shrug as his tears fell. To be honest, he didn't know what happened. It felt like a hallucination, like he had tripped on acid and sat in his room watching colours. But there was no colour now, was there? He remembered black, silver and red, and he probably could never ever look at any of those colours ever again. He could only ever associate fear with such a blood red.

He could see it when he shut his eyes, dark pupils with the whites of his eyes turning red as if someone had poured dark red paint down a canvas. Mesmerising, but terrifying. Nightmare filled horrors that would surely haunt him in his sleep if he let them.

"Chenle hyung," Jisung whimpered, clutching to Jeno's shirt tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Jeno pulled him back, cupping the younger's face and examining his eyes, "did he hurt you?"
"No," Jisung shook his head, "just..." he trailed off. He did sound ridiculous if he thought about it. He couldn't turn to his hyung and say that he thinks the emo brooding kid who was friends with Renjun was a real vampire. It would literally sound like he was on drugs, and the crying didn't help. It may scare him, but Jisung was also scared of sounding even stupider in front of Jeno.

Also, what would Jeno even do? Even if he believed him, it's not like they could do much. Who would they tell? The police? His parents? Jisung's parents? It would be frivolous. What if he wasn't actually a vampire anyway, what if Chenle was simply screwing with him to get rid of him? It worked, if that was the point. Jisung was scared out of his mind.

The more he thought though, the more he could breathe easy. There wasn't much he could do, so he might as well just live with it. Chenle was smaller than him anyway, he looked frailer, so as much as some unnatural creature made him shake in his shoes, Chenle wasn't really anything to be feared.

He'd either learn or he'd die trying. A win-win situation if he was honest. Vampires may be soul sucking, but nothing made your soul leave your body more than going to school in Korea.

Jisung breathed out a hefty sigh, pulling himself off Jeno properly. He wiped away stray tear marks left on his cheeks, quickly brushing Jeno's shoulder as if it were to help. "I...I dunno...I just got a bit scared I think."

Jeno grinned, ruffling his hair, "Chenle's house scared you that much, huh?"

"Yeah I guess," Jisung chuckled, sniffling slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "He's a bit weird, I think."

Jeno laughed, starting to walk backward toward his couch, Jisung shuffling awkwardly as he followed, 'that's no reason to run away from him, dumbass."

"I knowwww," Jisung dragged on with a laugh, "I just," Jisung sighed as Jeno flopped backward on the sofa cushions, "I dunno man."

Jeno tutted, shaking his head and grabbed for the remote, missing a few times, "still dude, I mean, you're weird, have I ever run away from you?"

"Well no, but that's cause you're weird too," Jisung rolled his eyes, sitting down and crossing his legs on the loveseat beside him.

"Exactly," Jeno exclaimed, finally swiping the remote from the coffee table, "so what if he's weird, Jisung?"

"Yeah but he's a different type of weird, dickhead," Jisung thought to himself. He wasn't going to tell Jeno though, Whatever that kid's deal was was his business, well his and now Jisung's. He didn't know if it was real or a prank, but Jisung had come to the conclusion that whatever it was, he wasn't going to tell Jeno. Not out of a lack of trust. He just didn't know if this was something Chenle was comfortable with other people knowing.

Wow, he was really protecting the kid who just scared him out of his wits. How strange.

This was something he was going to take to the grave with him. Whether Chenle was the one who was going to put him there was a mystery to him, but he guessed it was dice roll he was willing to take.

"Yeah, I guess you're right,' Jisung nodded awkwardly, lying down more comfortably on the couch, throwing his legs over the side of the arm rest. He sighed, watching Jeno flick through the channels mindlessly, eventually settling down for movie reruns.  

Whether Chenle wanted to kill him a few hours ago or not was really a mystery to him. But now instead all Jisung had were questions. None of which seemed conventional.