NCT bxb stories

You're wrong about that. (CHENJI)

SHIP : Chenji (Top : Jisung, Bottom : Chenle)
Genre : Cute, Fluff

Chenle stormed out of the room, leaving all his hyungs sighing. His hyungs has been telling him that his crush may just like Chenle back, but this stubborn headed dolphin just had to believe that his crush will never like someone like him.

"Park Jisung get off that damn phone and go chase that stupid dolphin." The Korean just nodded and stood up, not wanting to deal with a pissed off Mark. Haechan just patted Mark's shoulder reassuringly.

"Yah Chenle!" Chenle heard. He ignored the calling and continued walking towards his room. Jisung jogged faster and grabbed Chenle's hand, attempting to stop the chinese.

"Don't you dare lay your hands on me Park Jisung!" Chenle harshly swung his hand, and got rid of Jisung's grip. He glared at the taller, and his fists clenched. Jisung just rolled his eyes and said.

"Not everything is about you. You need to stop being a fucking pussy and just confess." Chenle fumed.

"You think it's that easy?! You can't even get your mom to love you! You are at no place to tell me what the fuck I should do!" Jisung's heart clenched, his mother was a sensitive topic. And everyone knew that.

"Don't you dare say that Zhong Chenle."  Chenle scoffed.

"Why?! I hit the bulls eye innit?! Your are a selfish, stuck up, jerk faced asshole who thinks everyone is worse than him!" Jisung didn't want to fight anymore. He wanted this to stop.

"Chenle, calm do-"

"NO FUCK YOU! I will not calm down! YOU ARE IN NO PLACE TO TELL ME THAT YOU RELATE TO ME! You are this perfect, stuck up, brunette, straight guy!" Jisung froze, he then spoke up.

"You're wrong about that." Chenle rolled his eyes.

"Oh I'm so fucking right about everythin-"

"No I mean.." Silence engulfed the two males.

"W-wh.." Chenle's voice cracked, and before he knew it, his legs gave up. Lucky for him, Jisung caught him before his fragile body could hit the ground.

"You are so wrong Chenle. God I'm so in love with you." Chenle just laid in Jisung's arms, not knowing what to say. Sighing, Jisung just left a peck on Chenle forehead. And they just enjoyed the comfortable silence around them.