On The Line | Chensung

What Could Possibly Go Wrong

Jisung tapped his feet on the floor, staring anxiously at his incomplete english essay. A damn oral presentation, did Ms Smith really dislike their class that much? Guess it was his fault for taking a subject that would probably kill him.

Granted...he could just ask Mark for help.

But no, he was going to do this himself. He was going to gain the grade he worked hard for, not go for an easy A. Sitting through that teacher's class for 2 painstaking consecutive hours would make anyone want to get through that class, like hell Jisung is gonna give up now after putting in all that effort.

He stared at the half written word document, blinking in confusion and dismay as he tried to read it, the words barely looking like words the more he stared. The more he looked, the more he zoned out, the more the words melded together and turned to vague swirls on the screen, the louder the drone sound in the back of his mind got louder.

"Okay, maybe not now then," Jisung saved the document, minimising it and opening up his email. Surely, he'd have at least a few emails he could respond to and they weren't all just discord and kakaotalk message notifications.  

He froze slightly, seeing the top most notifications.

Zhong Chenle | Answers

"Holy shit."

Let's rewind quickly, shall we?

"Okay, break off into your groups please."

Jisung stood up, Chaeryeong patting his back sympathetically before being collected by her group. The young boy sighed, running his hand through his hair as he made his way with heavy steps to the back corner of the class.

He looked up, seeing Chenle there in his all black get up, a sinister sort of smirk on his lips. But Jisung didn't feel scared anymore, his heart calm, palms dry. He simply slid into the seat beside him and gave him a quick smile.
Chenle turned his head to him, smiling evilly, "Something wrong, Jisung?" As he spoke the last last syllable of Jisung's name, long sharp fangs that Jisung had seen before protracted out once again. Well at least this time he saw them grow, so he knows he wasn't dreaming.
"Nah not really," Jisung smiled, bouncing his leg as he waited for the older boy to open up the folio.
Chenle blinked, "are you sure?" he asked, the fangs retracting back as he looked at him in slight confusion.
"Oh, ya," Jisung nodded, laughing slightly, "hyung, we should do our work."

Maybe Jisung hadn't fully recovered, and maybe the sight of the fangs really did scare him just a bit, but he had thought about it all night and had come to one conclusion.

What could possibly go wrong?

Cause though yesterday it seemed as though he was simply trying to convince himself that he was okay, the more he actually assessed it, the more he really was. Chenle wasn't really that scary now was he. He was a school student, possibly thousands of years old (if the stories were correct) and he probably couldn't care less about his existence. After this project, they could go their separate ways and Jisung could think of him in the distant future as that one weird kid he went to school with.

Though they would need to do the project at school. Like hell he was going to be possibly another dead body in Chenle's room. 

Chenle frowned, staring at the young boy with furrowed brows in disbelief. Jisung could only smile triumphantly back, feeling like he just won the biggest gamble of his life.

"You...don't...have anything to say?" Chenle stuttered out.
Jisung grinned, accomplishment running through his veins as Mister 'Confident and Never Stumbles' had his words catch in his mouth. "Nope," he chuckled, popping the P. "Well actually..." Jisung trailed off, leaning over and opening his bag. He rummaged through the contents, pulling and checking random pieces of paper strewn in his bag.

"Ah ha!" he pulled a single slightly scrunched piece of paper from his bag, holding it up with a wide smile. He put the page on to the table, dramatically smoothing out the paper before handing it to Chenle.

He had worked on it all night, all the questions he ever had and that he could pull out of his third grade mind written out all on paper, poor spelling and handwriting definitely ensued as he was incredibly tired. But his brain wouldn't shut up, so he spewed all the nonsense questions he could think of.

If you have a vampire as an acquaintance, might as well milk it.

Chenle took the page skeptically, tilting his sunglasses down slightly as he scanned the sheet. "What is this?" he glanced over to Jisung, the younger unconsciously gulping.
"Everything I wanna know," he smiled in response.
Chenle scoffed, rolling his eyes and pushing his glasses back, "you've got to be kidding me." He took the paper between his fingers. Jisung's smile faded slightly as Chenle tore the page in half. "This is bullshit, Jisung, I'm not answering your dumb questions," he tore the pages once again. Jisung huffed but laughed slightly nevertheless, "was worth a shot."

Chenle grumbled, letting the paper fall to his desk, not speaking to Jisung for the rest of the class.

Jisung sat up abruptly, rapidly clicking on the email and opening it up.

"Zhong Chenle, Answers," he read out loud, "it was bugging me for some reason, so I answered them. Be grateful."

Jisung broke into a large smile as he read.

" 1) I was born one, my whole family line are vampires.

2) We drink blood, yes. We don't need to drain people though, they'll just be a bit dazed. I have to have an intent if I want to turn someone.  Otherwise it's just we don't have the iron or vitamin d.

3) No I don't have a working heart. Never had one, Never will have one.

4) No I don't need to be invited in to a place, it'd be real hard if I had to keep asking if I go to school.

5) I'm actually 17, not 1700. Calm your tits.

6) No I don't sleep in a coffin, you sat on my bed, idiot.

7) No I'm not nocturnal you dumb shit I go to school with you.

8) Anyone would die if you rammed a stake into their heart dickhead.

9) Silver anything hurts, chains, bracelets, anything.

10) No there's no covenant, we're an invasive species.

You can stop asking questions.

And no, I won't hurt you.

Chenle"

Jisung giggled to himself, nodding as he took in the information. He wasn't going to lie when he felt his chest swell. He answered him, answered the 10 dumb questions he could think of. And he did so casually, as if they were friends. Forget the achievement he felt when Chenle had stuttered, this was better than anything.

He pushed back his wheelie chair, spinning around in his seat with a large smile. Zhong Chenle answered him, and it felt nice. Seems like the weird kids had a heart after all.

"I wonder if he has a heart in general?"