𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪 𝔸𝕌
Life is strict and organized for Han Yunji. She's an example, an idol, someone of high value in her line of study. The only disruption? Park Jisung. But of course, that wasn't much of a bother, as she continued on with...
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"Look who's home."
Jisung shut the door behind himself and came face-to-face with Chenle sitting cross-legged on his desk chair.
"You're talking to me like I'm your cheating husband." Jisung rolled his eyes as he removed his sweater and threw it on his bed. He then fished the keys out of his pocket and threw them onto Chenle's desk.
"So," The latter began, leaning in with an expectant smirk on his lips. "How'd it go?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Jisung feigned ignorance as he settled onto his bed with his phone out.
"Oh come on," Chenle rolled his eyes. "You got stuck in an apartment overnight with your crush and nothing happened?"
"I don't have a crush on Yunji." Jisung barked defensively, yet his words only made Chenle smile wider.
"You were probably imagining what your married life would be like, weren't you?" He questioned in a teasing tone.
A violently red blush had crowned Jisung's cheeks, yet he wasn't backing down.
"Whatever." He spat out and rolled his eyes.
"I knew it," Chenle whistled happily, ignorant that Jisung had gone on his phone to avoid the situation. "Must've been hard to control yourself."
Chenle's words finally evoked a reaction. "What do you take me for?" Jisung asked offended.
"Any pubescent teenage boy would have struggled. Nothing to be ashamed of."
"You're so goddamn annoying." Jisung groaned, turning his body away to showcase his disagreement with the statement.
"Hmm, from the looks of it..." Chenle trailed off, chin hoisted up by his wrist like a philosopher's. "You seem hungover, so you probably drank yourself stupid to try to avoid thinking about the situation, but that backfired horribly and you had a less-than-appropriate dream, which led to an uncomfortable morning where you had to face Yunji in shame?"
Jisung turned around, eyes slightly widened at his best friend's words. He tried to come up with an appropriate response, for any disproval. However, the words refused to escape his lips and Chenle lit up with amusement.
"Wow, look at you." Chenle leaned back, arms crossing. "The mighty Park Jisung is human after all."
In the heat of the moment, Jisung removed the pillow from under his head and launched it across the room, straight into Chenle's face. The latter winced, an expression of offense crossing his features.
"Shut the fuck up," Jisung grumbled, then once again turned and returned to aimlessly scrolling on his phone.
In the next-door building, Yunji was banished to kneel on the wooden floor, hands respectfully settled on her knees. Looming over her was Sumi, who embodied a furious queen on her skimpy rolling chair. Dahae acted as a passerby, observing the interaction from a safe distance.
