her? ⇢ chensung ✔

vierundzwanzig

chenle wandered around the aisles, his gaze longing yet stoic. he looked around to see the flashy lights making the clothes on the shelves glisten an amber glow in the moderately busy store.

inside his mind, he was practically overthinking. even if he was headstrong, when that asshole brought up those repressed memories he took years to build a mental wall around, only for it to powderize into nothing just by that single sentence.

he knew his friends, classmates and most importantly, his boyfriend, would do nothing but support him and his preferences, and surprisingly yet unsurprisingly, his preference was a big turn on for jisung and chenle didn't even notice.

and that was still something he adored about the younger, his contrasting duality, so vividly contrast that one would deduce the extreme ends of his personality as two different people altogether.

nevertheless, adorable or not, jisung holds one quirk in his personality unfazed— the sheer amount of unconditional love and support he has for chenle, no matter the circumstance.

chenle just knew he had to make this night count for jisung, not just for himself. a relationship is a two-way street; both parties need to take care of each other, not just one. and he definitely didn't want this relationship into a cul-de-sac.

in the midst of all his randomly wholesome thoughts, yangyang noticed his behaviour. he waved his hand in front of the younger's face, jolting him out of his trance. "uh, hello? earth-to-chenle...?"

"uh, s-sorry yang-squared! i was...just...thinking about stuff..." chenle trailed off as he pouted at the older. "anyways, what are we even trying to find here? we've been here for almost an hour!"

"bitch, i had to do all the work while you were zoning out thinking about who knows what. not that i mind though..." yangyang trailed off, his expression changing from irritated to teasing. "anygays...i think i found the perfect thing for you to wear..."

chenle raised an eyebrow at yangyang, partly suspicious about what the older wants him to wear.

yangyang then pulled out a very silky satin dress after beckoning to a shelf, and handed it over to chenle, beaming wholesomely as he did. "this is what you're going to wear for the wedding. how is it?"

chenle's eyes went wide at the clothing handed over to him, his mouth slightly agape as he examined the fabric curiously. he then turned to yangyang excitedly.  "gege...this is perfect! never thought you had a sense of fashion..."

"of course, and you're welcome, didi..." yangyang beamed in response.

the two boys fell silent as they realised it had been too long since they used honorifics on each other, but then immediately burst out laughing.

"that was so awkward..." chenle trailed off, trying to catch his breath. "it sounds weird calling me your didi."

"yeah, right, 'bitch' or 'hoe' suits you better. anyways..." yangyang continued. "we have to hunt for something that'll make your night spicier...right?"

chenle's face burned an intense crimson as he almost forgot the main reason on coming to the mall with yangyang. "s-stop it...yang squared..."

"bitch, you wanted this. i'm just helping you for this mission," yangyang smirked innocently. "i'm guessing you know exactly what you want..."

chenle's face burned crimson once again. his mind being his mortal enemy now, decided to bombard him with vivid visual images on how their night will be.

oh, how chenle could not wait for tomorrow night to come, and to experience the time of his life with jisung.

how great would it feel to be get laid with just the two of them on pure bliss, their bodies clashing against each other, while incoherent noises of pleasure came from their lips?