her? ⇢ chensung ✔

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it was a sunday, and a special day for mark and renjun.

finally a day off from the torturing lectures of college.

apparently, mark proposed to renjun in the middle of the night because he was really nervous on how to approach him, so he went and did it. renjun not-so-wholeheartedly accepted the proposal, partly because his sleep was ruined, but he was more than happy to start a new chapter in his life.

since jisung has a 'girlfriend' according to the misunderstanding, chenle was given part of the responsiblity on planning the wedding, which means he had more than enough time to fuck shit up. so, chenle woke him up at 5 in the morning to meet the about-to-be married couple and see what was going on.

jisung knew next to nothing about weddings, but he couldn't stay mad at chenle for long. he went along with chenle to his hyungs, wondering what the fuck he even is going to do there, while partly simping over his attire.

"hyungs! we're here!" jisung said as he knocked on the door to their house, eyes partly closed due to being awake this early and that too on a sunday.

the door opened, but it was neither mark, nor renjun. his eyes widened as he realized who exactly it was. 

"yuta hyung? you're here too?!"

"of course, ji. sichengie woke me up so early for something, and it happens to be this," yuta sighed as he showed a tired smile at the maknae. "and i'm guessing your girlfriend did the same thing, hmm?"

jisung felt his face burn as he looked at chenle, who was lovingly clutching his arm as he beamed at him— perfectly acting as if the both were in a relationship. he turned back to yuta as he sighed. "yes...i wonder why all the bottoms do this..."

chenle hitched his breath in anger as jisung completely misunderstood his position in bed, he was a top and he knew it, but this bitch doesn't know it yet.

"well, i guess they all love weddings," yuta beamed at the maknae. "anyways, you two. have fun!"

yuta walked off into another room in the house, leaving both of them in the doorway. chenle turned back to jisung, glaring at him as he clutched his arm painfully. "the fuck you mean by me being a bottom, huh? just wait and watch, the day we fuck, i'll show you who's the top."

jisung looked at him in a teasing way, knowing that is complete bullshit. "silence, bottom. or else i would have fucked you so hard on the wall that everyone will know how much of a whore you are."

"uh, you two? why are you standing over there? come inside!"

mark's voice made them both turn their heads to the doorway. chenle immediately brought out his innocent-and-is-a-bottom façade as he pulled jisung inside, his strength making it hard for him.

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"well, so that's the plan, right?"

"of course, hyungs, hear me out. since he wants the wedding to happen in a week's time, we'll make this simple. trust me, this will work out."

"wait, wait, wait, hold up, hyungs...?"

"what the fuck am i supposed to say other than hyungs? should i call you geges instead?!"

"we'll...just stick to 'hyungs' then. anyways, when are we starting the plan?"

"probably right now..."

chenle trailed off as he looked at yuta, mark and jisung, stealing glances awkwardly at each other, not knowing what exactly to say. mark and yuta were patiently waiting for their partners to stop talking, and jisung ended up being in their group.