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ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ
ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᶠⁱˡᵗᵉʳˢ
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-ᴄʜᴇɴsᴜɴɢ-
-ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ-

Chenle is a tease, undoubtedly. Because Jisung has no other reasoning for the older's fingers tracing patterns above his clothed thigh. The camera is still on, above the table, the vlive with million people watching, as the maknae duo gets comfortable on the beige couch.

Jisung had read some comment about Mark playing with filters on Instagram, and something about not knowing the meaning of some tongue twister a fan had commented, but no, it's not that he didn't know that tongue twister. He knew it, very well and he can ace it only if Chenle keeps his hand to himself, ❝He's not acting. He really is dumb❞ Chenle giggles, seeing his flustered face.

❝Chenle-yah! Stop!❞ Jisung tries to laugh it off, as he crosses his legs but Chenle grip is strong, as he proceeds talking over the younger, ❝Why? Why?!❞ his voice is loud but Jisung leans over to the older's ear, hand resting behind the other's back, long fingers stealthily caressing the pretty pink skin, and the younger whispers, ❝You don't want me to start playing now, do you?❞ Jisung smiles slyly, making the older lose his voice for a second.


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