too quiet ⁀➷ chensung [ ✓ ]

CHAPTER FIVE

jisung wakes up with someone's chest up against his back.

who would it be other than chenle? jisung remembers him coming into his bedroom and pulling him into a hug to make him feel better. or, he guess it was to make him feel better. he hug him the last time he was crying in front of him. it's like chenle forgave him in his own way without words, though jisung personally felt he didn't deserve it.

chenle was still sleeping, his nose buried into jisung's hair, and the taller debates between getting up and moving or staying still until chenle does wake up from his nap. plus, what time is it?

he lets out a yawn and continues to lay there with arms around his mid-section, holding him tightly. jisung slept without any sort of nightmare, so he didn't have a terrible, restless nap. as much as he didn't mind chenle basically cuddling him, he needed to check the time. but... does jisung risk waking him up by moving him off of him or does he stay there until chenle finally does stir.

hmm, what do i do?

jisung eventually decides on staying there, but chenle stays asleep longer and now he's getting impatient. oh, what time is it? he went to nap a little after thirteen, and it could easily be eighteen or something. now that he thinks about it, napping for five hours straight is less of a nap and more of him actually normally sleeping. though, recently, his hours have been a lot less for obvious reasons.

"are you awake?" says a raspy morning voice, his breath warm against jisung's ear. it makes jisung's cheeks go pink.

oh, finally!

"yes, i've been awake," jisung mumbles. "can you let go?"

chenle doesn't respond but he does slip his hands from around his stomach and rolls away from him, finally letting the taller free. he whispers a low, "thank you" before standing up. he finally bothers to use his mobile phone to check the time.

00:20

oh shit, they slept till midnight?

well, twenty minutes past midnight to be exact, but still. jisung picks up his phone, seeing the low battery and frowning at it before his eyes move past the screen to land on chenle's baseball bat, still bloody from the infected person's face he bashed in. he still regrets it immensely. the guilt is going to eat him up inside even more.

chenle had forgiven him, he supposes, but does he really deserve it? he would personally have kicked himself at least ten more times in both shins if he was chenle. jisung picks up the baseball bat and looks for his wipes, finding them on the floor near chenle's backpack, just left there. yet, he smiles at the conveniency of it and immediately grabs a few to wipe off the blood.

jisung sits down on his couch and places the bat in his lap, and then he takes one of the wipes from his pile of them and begins to clean it. most of the white wipes turn way too dark red from the infected's blood. if anything, it was nearly black.

chenle appears in the doorway of jisung's room before making his way over to him. he gives the other a questioning look. when he sees the dirty wipes, he grins. jisung notices him and he sniffs.

"i'm still really sorry, y'know."

"i forgive you," chenle says in his raspy voice.

then, they're both silent. the silence allows jisung to listen to the things around him and for once, the outside is quiet, lacking from any growling and snarling from the infected. with a shudder, he realises they were all shot dead.

"they're all gone," jisung whispers. chenle looks at him and blinks.

doesn't mean any trips to the outside will be made. there's still infected roaming around in the corridors. he knows. chenle's trip here proves that. even if the greatest amount was outside, jisung was still trapped here. as much as he loves his home, this is all a terrible sentence he was subjected to. chenle was, too.