her? ⇢ chensung ✔

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jisung walked inside the classroom, his eyes almost about to give up as he wanted to sleep...just a bit more. but lo and behold, his mind had to conjure up that weird dream and creep him out, making the relationship between him and his roommate even weirder.

speaking of which, maybe his mind was right...?

chenle is pretty, and she's a senior, meaning that she can be of great help to his studies...if she even cares about studies in the first place. besides, didn't his parents wanted him to get a girlfriend before he graduates college?

no, that is total bullshit. she's just a roommate. just. a. roommate.

just because she is total simpable material doesn't mean she's any good for a relationship.

"jisungie! over here!" the familiar, beautiful voice of his senior, renjun, brought him out of his trance. he looked up to see renjun walking towards him, a slight smile taking over his features.

renjun was not just his senior, he knew jisung since he was 12, and it was almost time for him to graduate college as he was in his 3rd year. he drifted off as he was busy most of the time, but he always found some time to spend with him, no matter how small the time is.

"oh, hey hyung..." jisung trailed off, his voice shaky and feeble. he normally would want to talk with the older since how less he spends his time with him, he just couldn't bring himself to talk to him.

"what happened? you don't sound as great as you normally are..." renjun asked, concerned for his condition. "you have a crush on someone but you can't figure it out?"

jisung jolted his head up in shock as he let his question sink in. renjun smiled slightly as he saw his astonishment. "i was right, aren't i?"

his head drooped down in embarrassment. "am i...this predictable...?"

"no, of course you're not! i just guessed because you really never behaved like this," he said comfortingly at the poor maknae. "you can tell me anything, alright? i won't judge you for anything."

"are you sure about that...? would you turn into how jaemin-hyung would be?"

"no i won't, that's my promise," he said reassuringly, patting his shoulder. "now tell me what happened."

"well...what happened was that...i have this roommate...she's really cute but i don't have any feelings for her," he said in a voice almost silent. "but today...i had....a dream about her, and i just don't know what to do..."

"aww, that's completely fine! give yourself some time and think about your feelings towards her, and see if you actually have feelings for her," renjun said in a confident voice. "but do think really hard about it, alright?"

"i guess..." he trailed off, not-so-sure about himself.

"anyways, i have to go, my exam results are coming in today and i have to see if i graduated," renjun said, forcing a happy tone. "i'll see you tomorrow!"

"bye hyung..." jisung nonchalantly waved his hand as he watched him run to his class.

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jisung wandered over to his class, his problem making it painfully hard to walk properly. he entered the room to see next to no one in the class, except for a few girls who were laughing over something.

he flopped down on to the first chair, and rest his head on the table, groaning silently as his shaft kept on bothering him. he closed his eyes to sleep the minutes away, and somehow he succeeded in that.

but, at the same time, he failed in keeping himself sane and refreshed as the only images his mind could conjure up was the same images of chenle in his wet dream, just a bit more clearly this time.

the maknae hitched his breath involuntarily as his mind conjured up the image of his roommate on her knees, legs spread out and looking at him seductively, her stringy black hair covering part of her eyes.

he jolted himself out of his sleep at the images, startling everyone including the teacher who was confused at the poor child. he is in fact, a poor helpless child now, almost about to pass out, yet having enough energy in him to literally jump out the balcony.

"you fine, mate?" the teacher approached him and asked him, who was still not out of his trance.

"uh, y-yes, sir, can i...excuse myself for a moment?" he asked the headband clad man, to which he beamed comfortingly. "sure, mate. just be here before 15 minutes."

he bowed respectfully to his teacher as he took to his heels out of the room, trying to find the restroom as fast as possible. "oi, mate, that's the wrong way! the restroom's this way!" the teacher yelled out amusingly at his antics.

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jisung ran and ran, but to his dismay, he couldn't find the restroom, meaning he had to excuse himself inside one of the lockers, which thankfully was empty and had enough space for shimmy himself inside.

he sighed as his let his sweatpants and his boxers dip, revealing his painfully erect shaft. biting his bottom lip, he started to caress his member, suppressing his moans in order to not get caught.

like always, his mind disobeyed him by showing the intrusive yet suggestive images of his roommate, making it harder for him to suppress his noises.

(a/n: this is what you call by 'intrusive thoughts' btw, they'll never leave you...just less suggestive.)

he couldn't control himself as he started to moan his roommate's name loudly for everyone to hear. knowing that he did a completely fatal mistake, he kept on as he knew this was the point of no return. "c-chenle..."

"bitch...how i wish i could fuck you in front of everyone right now...just like how you did to yourself yesterday..." he groaned audibly, frustrated at everything. within moments, he released and collapsed on the locker's floor, almost going to sleep on the floor.

the locker door opened, to reveal his teacher, who was staring at him wide-eyed, but almost as if it was amusing. he slowly closed the door to leave him alone to clean up.

"mate, it's been more than 15 minutes and i was searching for you everywhere," he said in a very concerned voice, much to his embarrassment. "i didn't think it was about...this."

jisung kicked open the door after cleaning himself up to see him going through his 5th stage of grief, almost ready to start his class and get it over with. he beckoned him to come to the class, manifesting a painful smile as he did.

"mate...you really do...love this certain person named 'chenle', don't you...?" he stuttered out, trying to reduce the awkwardness of the situation. "are they your partner or something...?"

"n-no..." jisung said even more awkwardly, making the atmosphere even more worse. "s-she's...my senior, i don't know...she just makes me feel things these days...."

"alright..." the headband clad man said as he manifested a not-so-awkward smile this time, bringing him back to the class. he started to take the class after making sure everyone is seated, as if he did not just hear his student masturbate to the thought of his senior a few minutes ago.

a/n: i'm sorry i did chan this dirty i was listening to skz's discography writing this 😭✋

this is the weirdest chapter i have ever written in my 17 years of existing lmao, this book is more messier than my hair at this point.

and ik, i've been tossing his pronouns all over the place, but trust me, it's for the plot. there is a reason why.