euphonious ~ Chenji

fourteen

Another Wednesday, another after school detention for the two boys.

Chenle hadn't spoken to jisung since he had hugged him, not that he was avoiding the boy, he was just trying to contemplate what had happened.

He'd shocked himself, feeling as if he was getting to comfortable with this 'crush' he suddenly realised he had. He was still in denial, not wanting to think about it at all.

Jisung was worried he had been too touchy with chenle, scared he had made the boy uncomfortable. He looked over to chenle as he entered the room. "hi." He smiled dimly.

"hey." Chenle replied.

Jisung was still in awe that he'd almost seen chenle cry. The Zhong chenle, bad boy type, cry. He hadn't stopped thinking about it. And he hadn't stopped thinking about how he felt with chenles arms around his neck. God he didn't even want to think about it and yet he could've gotten used to the feeling if the interaction wasn't so short.

"yknow it's the last detention today." Jisungs spoke quietly, twirling pen around his fingers. "since you weren't in last week."

"oh really?" Chenle spoke, staring at jisungs hand intently. It had skipped his mind that his parents took him out of a scheduled detention "awww sorry i left you all alone ji~" He teased, shoving jisungs shoulder playfully.

Jisung blushed lightly, not enough for chenle to notice. "yeah-yeah." He rolled his eyes. He stayed still for a moment, the room feeling awkward.

The two boys were silent, not exchanging glances or any kind of attention to each other. The classroom was chilly, both of them slightly shivering from the frosty feeling. Their professor was also late, putting an unspeakable weight on the two to start a conversation.

Ever since he'd been to chenles house, Jisung wanted to know more, it felt like there was something chenle had been hiding from him. The whole past week felt insane to think about, he just wanted the boy to be honest with him. Maybe even break his heart again so he could stop thinking of chenle as a 'crush' of some sort.

"what happened after.. well after ur dad.." Jisung was too curious, forcing out the question.

"oh.. well." chenles smile dropped, looking at his hands to avoid eye contact. "as soon as you left i guess.. he started yelling and i just went to my room and slammed the door. I should've messaged you ji i'm sorry."

Jisung nodded. "why didn't you?" He spoke lowly, quieter than before.

"huh?" Chenle could barely hear him.

"why didn't you message me?" Jisung repeated, feeling his eyes water. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want to talk about it. He regretted bringing it up.

Chenle paused, staring into jisungs eyes, pulling his chair closer to the other boy. "jisung i wanted to. I really did. I was just.. i don't know? scared you'd hate me more?? You don't deserve to be hurt ji.."

"chenle how could i hate you?." He sniffled, raising his voice gently. "i-i-" He wanted to tell chenle his feelings for him, how he couldn't stop thinking about him every day. He knew it was stupid, chenle was straight. He wasn't interested in him like that.

"jisung." Chenle frowned, reaching for one of the boys hands to hold, gently stroking his hand. "i'm so sorry for everything."

Jisung stared at the latter, looking at his features that he'd thought about kissing. His cheeks, a nice pink colour from the cold. Jisungs lips formed a faint smile, then dropping as he realised what he was doing. He was thinking about chenle again.

Jisungs pulled away, wiping his eyes as their professor entered the room.