her? ⇢ chensung ✔

einundsechzig

"dad, there's someone at the door!"

bae's screams jolted jisung from his impromptu nap, groaning as he did. cursing at whoever is at the door trying to disturb him, he approached the wood, lazily opening it, only to reveal a smiling jaemin, albeit he could clearly see that smile was ridden with doubt and melancholy.

"ah, jaem, it's been a while..." jisung beamed wholesomely at the younger. "taking care of my name twin well? hope he had not succumbed to depression or something..."

"don't worry about that, hyung," jaemin supplied reassuringly. "he's kinda sad, but me and nono are trying our best to cheer him up. speaking of which, where's lele? is he alright? it really has been a month or two since we talked..."

jaemin had not visited chenle ever since he decided to let jisung stay as a stowaway in their dorms, as he really did not want the youngest of their group to fall into the clutches of depression. it had been a month since this ordeal, and he did not want chenle to succumb either, even though he trusted his hyung to take care of him.

"he's inside his room," jisung answered his query. "probably taking a nap or something, i didn't check up on him. but i think it's best to not disturb him right now...since he was crying a lot a while ago..."

"hyung," jaemin deadpanned, his voice taking a morbidly serious tone. "i do know chenle for the past 3 years or something. he doesn't sleep at this time, he never does! even when he's with his ex...you get me, right?"

"i..." jisung was at a loss for words as he gazed at jaemin like if he said utter bullshit. "i-i guess...go and see what he's doing then..."

with enough confidence in himself that he knows almost everything about his soulmate-like best friend, jaemin stomped into chenle's room's hallway, and without a singular flinch in his movements, he dextrously opened the door handle, revealing...something he regret, completely.

yes, his hunch was correct; poor little chenle was not sleeping because of his habit of being an early bird, but he maybe, just maybe, forgot the fact that the younger has a high enough libido, and that was even more obvious ever since he was in a relationship.

chenle was practically spreadeagled on the bed, rimming a glass dildo inside of him at a wobbly yet feverish pace, soft moans slipping out of his bleeding lips. his velvety black hair was disheveled, the strap of his dress was fell off his shoulder, and in the mess of the black strands covering his face, jaemin could see he was clearly high on air.

it took chenle a good five seconds until the sudden light hit him and was greeted by his best friend looking horrified at his condition. the soft moans were suddenly replaced by a high pitched squeak, followed by his small frame scrambling to cover himself in a blanket.

"can't you ever learn to knock, nana?!" he dolphin screamed at a pitch higher than any bat could hear, definitely more than enough to deafen a human ear temporarily.

flinching at the sudden sound, jaemin immediately defended himself, "bitch, i didn't know you were fucking yourself to oblivion every goddamn second! i swear to doyoung-hyung, you never change..."

"for fuck's sake, shut up already! we're not in our dorms!" chenle screeched once again, much to jaemin's ears' dismay. drowning in second-hand embarrassment, he sank inside his blanket and cowered behind his plushie fort, groaning at how jisung might have heard the entire ordeal.

"i'm not going to, hyung heard it all..." chenle swore he could hear jaemin's smirk in that sentence. "anyways, i'll be going, bitch, i guess everything's going fine with you."

jaemin turned back as he heard a faint 'no, wait' from the younger, succeeded by thuds and swooshing of clothing, but did not stop or wait for him. within a few minutes, chenle practically sped through the hallway and crashed into jaemin, the two falling like dominoes.