her? ⇢ chensung ✔

zwei

the first day of freshman year was off to an incredibly awful start.

no matter how laborious jisung's endeavours of removing every single distraction was, the annoying idiot-simp combinations in the back was not helping him at all.

he tried as much as he could to concentrate on the lecture that was happening, trying to focus on one thing and one thing only. his sharp ears tuned out the main points from the thousand sentence essay, and jotted them down, while his attention span had trouble keeping up.

he skimmed through his written notes, simultaneously learning it as he did. "the total charge of a body is always an integral multiple of the basic unit of charge..." he rambled involuntarily every now and then.

soon enough, the lecture was starting to get monotonously insufferable, making it even harder for him to concentrate. his thoughts wandered for long, until an intrusion, worse than the idiot-simps, struck him.

his roommate.

curiosity got the better of the blonde as those intrusive thoughts started to query...very insignificant yet embarrassing questions. for some reason, his mind went on autopilot and started to show him vague images of himself and his roommate sharing kisses in the hallways, sleeping together, hell, even images of him fucking the hell out of her.

that was when he gave up. he shook his head physically in a cross of disgust and shock, mentally facepalming as his face scrunched up into a seonghwa-like painfully disgusted expression.

unfortunately, the lecture ended and he was so busy trying to stop his own thoughts that he forgot to jot down the notes for the latter half of the lecture. he groaned raspily as he heard chuckles behind him, ready to get this over with.

he turned back to see the idiot-simps having the time of their life; watching him suffer. he glared at them, until he finally snapped and left the class, which proved slightly helpful as the wheezes and laughs gradually died down.

🍂

jisung collapsed on his bed, completely tired after everything that was happening to him in the past few weeks. he was somehow lucky enough to get a scholarship, but is so broke and helpless that he could not afford to live by himself and has to suffer his roommate instead.

he closed his eyes, trying to sleep his problems away, and it almost worked since he was already tired with everything...

...keyword, 'almost'.

"you don't look really good, hmm?" a teasing voice made him jolt out of the bed. he turned back to see the exact same person he dreaded, smirking at him in the doorway.

he fell silent as he drooped his head, ready to suffer the ragging that every poor junior has to endure.

the senior was pretty, jisung had to admit...albeit secretly. her long yet stringy hair blew softly in the wind, her pale skin so white that she looks inhuman. she was wearing a skirt and a really oversized shirt, almost way too big for her size. in her hands, was a couple of seemingly heavy books along with a white bichon on top of it.

"what...are you staring at?" she asked disapprovingly at his weirded out expression.

"oh, n-nothing noona! i'm sorry..." jisung basically jumped out of bed and bowed respectfully to the senior, who was confused to the maximum.

"noona...? that's how you call elders here? i didn't know..." she mumbled to herself as she walked out to her room, making him heave a sigh of relief as he collapsed on the bed again, not ready to be woken up from his sleep.

a/n: double early update because i just cannot stand making you all wait for so long uwuwuwu <3

also, this was in my man's pov, that's why chenle got the she/her pronouns. i swear, that won't happen in his own pov 😭

lastly, this may sound weird, but i first thought of this as a transformers fic for some reason, but then i thought of not writing about giant gay robots disguised as humans (i made an rid reference pls-) because the fandom's dead and i'm more known here as that deranged czennie who loves the maknae way too much.