On The Line | Chensung

The Smell of a Sprite

Jisung averted his eyes from Renjun's teasing smile, opting to look at the hot chocolate he was swirling. He had come to his hyung for advice because he knew Jeno would simply tease him if he were to confront him about his crush troubles. But he couldn't speak and honestly it felt like Renjun was going to tease him regardless.

Apparently, he chose the wrong hyung.

Jisung cleared his throat, trying to start a conversation away from what he had actually called Renjun for. "So, hyung, how are you going?"
"Me? Oh I'm doing swell, Jisung," Renjun grinned, taking a bite out of the lemon cake on the table. Jisung didn't know why he bought it, just throwing away money when the food didn't even fill him up at all. Perhaps lemon cake tasted better than blood. Or maybe blood tasted like lemon cake.
"Glad to hear that, hyung," Jisung nodded, looking straight back down at his hot chocolate. He swallowed as Renjun giggled, deciding to take a sip of his drink.
"How about you, Sung?" Renjun chuckled, Jisung looking up to be greeted by Renjun grinning at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Jisung leaned back in his chair, muttering a small "ah" as glanced outside. "Yeah, not bad, not bad."

Renjun sighed, dropping his fork on the plate. "Jisung, why did you call me here? You hate going to cafés, especially with just one person," he deadpanned.
Jisung puffed his cheeks, not wanting to admit just yet that he needed help. Renjun was his only option though, Donghyuck would be too hyper about the idea of 'his baby Jisungie growing up', Jeno knew too much and that was just a problem, and Jaemin could read memories and thoughts, so that wouldn't work either. He didn't want to bother Mark either, he didn't know the guy well enough. So now, he was stuck with his vampire hyung who could probably smell the awkwardness radiating off him. Wonder if it was putrid enough for Renjun to just leave and then Jisung will never have to confront his emotions ever again.

"That's too much work."

"I just," Jisung bit his lip, trying to find a way to tell Renjun that he liked someone without giving away that it was Chenle. "I need advice."
Renjun cocked his head at him, the playful look disappearing from his face, instead looking curiously up at him. "What's wrong?"
Before Jisung could spill his heart out in the corner of the coffee shop, someone tapped the table, shocking both him and Renjun. They looked up only to see the dashing smile of none other that Na Jaemin. Though now, they had a pretty good idea as to why they immediately felt happier in his presence.
"Hi," he smiled down with a wave, Jisung chuckling and waving back as Renjun slid to the side. He patted the space beside him, gesturing for Jaemin.

The pink haired boy looked at him skeptically yet the older persisted. "It's fine, Min, I actually kinda need your help right now."
Jaemin raised an eyebrow, sliding down next to him and looking up to a slightly panicked Jisung. Why oh why did Renjun hate him, he just needed advice, he didn't need Jaemin reading his ever looping thoughts of Chenle.
Jisung froze slightly as Jaemin whipped his head to him, his eyes slightly pink.
"Oh no."
"Uh hello, Jaemin hyung," Jisung spoke with wide eyes, fiddling with the mug in his hands. Jaemin chuckled, waving at him before leaning over and mumbling something to Renjun. The elder boy snickered, Jisung sinking into his chair feeling like the biggest third wheel in his life. It wasn't even this bad with Mark and Donghyuck.

Renjun leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. He rested his head on his hands, giving Jisung an incredibly terrifying smile in Jisung's opinion. One that basically said "I know all your secrets."
Jaemin giggled, cocking his head, "Jisungie...has a lot of thoughts, doesn't he?"
Jisung's eyes widened as Renjun giggled. "Jisungie kinda smells like a sprite, like he's in love."
"Jisung is not in love!" Jisung spoke panickedly as the two laughed between themselves, the young boy turning bright red. "Jisung just might have a itsy bitsy crush, that's all," he added quietly, looking down at his lap.
"And you are not telling Renjun who," Jisung thought as loudly as possible, hoping that Jaemin could read the thought and be quiet.
Jaemin coughed, Jisung's sight darting up to see Jaemin nod subtly at him, letting Jisung breathe a sigh of relief. At least he could keep that to himself.