her? ⇢ chensung ✔

dreiundfünfzig

"jisung-hyung! jisung-hyung! god, this feels so fucking weird..."

chenle violently knocked on the door, as he was getting progressively impatient as seconds pass by. apparently, he woke up earlier than jisung and had a small recurring thought on whether he has any pictures of wookjin, his favorite hyung who had been with him long time ago.

but, chenle might have aroused too early, as he was knocking on the door for 10 minutes or something. the older has still not waken up yet, and more concerningly, he was not even saying a single word.

finally, the jisung did open the door, only to be greeted with a very impatient yet excited chenle. he was not exactly in the condition the younger initially thought to see him— he was actually wide awake and refreshed, his hair neatly kept and audiophile headphones hung around his neck— giving chenle some clues on why he was not responding.

"ah, sorry, i was working on my music, that's why i didn't hear you," jisung chuckled nervously, mentally facepalming to himself in the process. "anyways, what is it?"

"you're a musician...?" chenle asked, his eyes lit with curiosity like a 5-year-old, to which jisung could not help but 'aww' at.

"actually, i'm a producer, i was working on something for one of my clients, and uh, it's really loud," jisung stated. "maybe that's why i didn't hear your knocks, there were a lot of samples in that track..."

"oh wait, i'm rambling, aren't i...?" he immediately realized his mistake as he covered his mouth momentarily. "why did you knock on my door though...?"

"oh, uh...d-do you happen to have any pics of wookjin-ge, i mean, hyung?" chenle stuttered out nervously, his mind being bombarded with emotions and memories of wookjin. "i-it's fine if you don't want to show me...i-it's just...i miss him a lot..."

jisung fell silent at that sentence as he let out a sigh, indicating chenle that he might have fucked up. chenle immediately started to stutter in defense, in order to not make the older feel bad for his mistake— asking jisung to relive those hurtful memories he had pushed at the back of his head, or at least that's what he believed. "i-it's alright if you don't want to...! i was just curious, t-that's all...!"

jisung gave no response as he drooped his head down in thought and concern, which was the last straw for chenle. tears glistened his eyes and sniffles took over him, almost about to break down any second. "i-i said...too much...i-i'm s-sorry..."

"chenle..."

chenle looked up, wiping away his tears.

"we'll...have this conversation later. i'm really running late right now and i have to finish this work for tomorrow," jisung stated firmly yet gently, manifesting a small smile as he did. "and don't worry, i'm not mad at you at all."

chenle's expression lit up as his sniffles reduced, more than relieved that he did not hurt the older's feelings. he pulled jisung into a tight yet brief embrace and waddled away after bidding farewell, much to his amusement.

🍂

perusing through his drawers, jisung spotted a dusty scrapbook tucked away in a corner, collecting soot and spiderwebs as it has not been touched in months. reluctantly, he reached out his hand and pulled it out gently, handling it with the utmost care.

he blew on the surface, which led to the dust flying everywhere, resulting in a bout of cough. he wiped the cover clean, smiling sadly at the picture of him and his dear husband, along with their newborn daughter.