her? ⇢ chensung ✔

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jisung opened the door towards the drawing room, only to see chenle spreadeagled not-so-gracefully on the couch, snoring quietly, contrasting her normally loud voice. his eyes wandered to her dress, which was pretty much riding far enough for him to see her panties.

he sighed and groaned as he tried to wake her up, but to his dismay, she was deep asleep. he decided to leave her alone and play with her pet bichon instead, but a knock on the door caught his attention.

"bitch! open the door for fuck's sake, i have more shit to tell you!" came a really vague voice, something very familiar but he just could not pinpoint just whose voice that was.

he tried to wake chenle up even more, but to his dismay, she showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. he sighed as he had no other choice but to bring her to her bed, tell her friend who was knocking violently on the door that she's sick and asleep right now, and sigh in relief after everyone went off.

he slipped his hands beneath her body and pulled her up, and much to his inconvenience, she was extremely heavy and he almost toppled on to her as he did. he used all his strength to carry the sleeping 'female' bridal style, and barely stood up.

he was distracted for a mere moment as she lightly groaned, scrunching her nose and then going back to her completely slept out state. he was almost inclined to press his lips to hers at that moment, but waved off those thoughts the next moment.

unfortunately, the door opened, much to his horror. "bitch, i've been trying to..." the one who was breaking down the door, who was apparently jaemin, trailed off as he looked at him, more specifically his sleeping friend in his hands. "sungie? you here? and what are you doing with lele?"

jisung fell silent as his hands started to tire out from holding the dead weight in his hands. he walked in to her room and placed her on the bed, her hair brushing over his hands.

he walked briskly back into the drawing room, gathering all of his non-existent confidence for this moment. "lele's really sick right now, you probably have to come tomorrow, nana-hyung."

"alright..." jaemin trailed off as he took a seat on one of the couches, playing with the bichon. "anyways, enough about him, how's everything going for you?"

"him...?" jisung thought silently, confused about the sudden pronoun change. "did hyung get it wrong or did i hear it wrong...?"

"uh, e-everything's going fine for me, hyung, i'm just really stressed out because it was my first day..." he trailed off. "anyways, you know this bitch?"

"of course, we're best friends, i kinda spent an extra year in my junior class, and that's when i found him. he's a keeper," jaemin said confidently as he beamed at the maknae. "i didn't know you were his roommate...and his boyfriend."

jisung was still confused over the sudden he/him pronouns for his female roommate, but waved it off for asking him later. "wait, what?! no, i'm not his boyfriend, i was just taking him to his bedroom so that he could sleep better!"

"alright, i'll believe that," jaemin said sarcastically, smirking as he did. "anyways...i'm going. take good care of him, alright? especially since he's the reason why you're the laughing stock of the campus..."

"wait, w-what do you mean?" he asked, scared on where this conversation was heading.

"don't act dumb, sungie. we all heard you jerking off to his name in one of the lockers. you were so loud in the empty room, it almost sounded like as if we had to call an exorcist...until we realized what the noise was about."

jisung fell silent as he let all the information sink in. he drooped his head down, face red as a tomato in embarrassment. before jaemin could walk out of the place, he grabbed his hand, "please...don't tell this to lele. i don't want him to know..."

jaemin opened his mouth to tell the maknae that chenle already knew about the whole ordeal, but decided to mentally torture him instead. "alright, i won't tell him, that's my promise."

he sighed in relief as he let go of jaemin, allowing him to leave the room, leaving him all alone once again. he locked the door and walked inside his room, the bichon following him in the process.

he walked over to chenle's comfy bed, looking hopelessly at his sleeping roommate. daegal was trying to jump on to the bed, but her small height was being a bother. she whimpered and looked longingly at him, waiting for him to pick her up.

"aww, daegallie..." he crouched down on the bed, took her and placed her on the bed, to which she immediately cuddled up with her owner in the process. jisung beamed unknowingly at the wholesome moment in between the awkward shit he was going through.

he looked at the sleeping black-haired roommate, his hair disheveled, snoring quietly as he subconsciously clutched his daughter gently as the both of them slept off together. even after a day of talking with him, he still couldn't believe the turn of events that led him into...whatever this was.

an awkward silence grew in the room, minus the slight snores coming out of him. as if the maknae's body went on autopilot, he lay down next to chenle, his hand wrapping around his waist, holding him close.

chenle, on the other hand, subconsciously snuggled up even more closer to him, his hands snaking towards his nape, his face buried to his shoulder. the bichon was already snuggled up between both of them, leaving all of them in pure serendipity.

the only one who was awake, felt the full brunt of the awkwardness of the situation. he decided to sleep his thoughts away as he gave a small kiss to his neck and slept off, trying to not squeeze the fluffball between them.