The next day, Jaemin went out with Chenle. The younger boy awaited him in front of a very cute ice cream parlor.
"Are you recording this, hyung?" Chenle asked while fixing his own hair, "Do I look good?"
"Yes, you're handsome, okay? And I'm rolling," Jaemin chuckled behind the camera he was holding.
"Hello, everyone, my name is Zhong Chenle," Chenle waved to the camera, "Honestly, tho, I don't know what to say."
"Why did you drag me here?" Jaemin asked, creating a conversation.
"I like ice cream, okay? People said this new parlor served delicious ice cream, so I thought, why not? I'm always up for a new experience," Chenle walked to the front door and held it open for Jaemin, "Let's go!"
They went inside, and ordered two scoops of ice cream each. Jaemin got the strawberry flavour and the cheesecake one. Meanwhile, Chenle ordered for a french vanilla and a cake batter flavor. They sat next to the window where Jaemin continued to record Chenle.
"Hyung, you should try this," Chenle lifted a spoonful of cake batter ice cream, "Open your mouth."
Jaemin did and Chenle fed him the ice cream. It tasted good, all right.
"What's important from eating an ice cream is you have to really enjoy it," Chenle said, "Doesn't matter if it's an expensive one, or the one you can buy on the minimarkets. Ice cream was made to make people happy."
When they finished their ice cream, Chenle decided to go home instead.
"So, you're moody, eh?" Jaemin asked.
"Well, sometimes," Chenle shrugged, "When I lose interest on something, I lose it in a blink of an eye."
They arrived at Chenle's house, which was a big one. Jaemin walked right in front of it every single day when he went to school, but he never put a single toe in it.
"It's not that big, actually," Chenle said as he led Jaemin to his bedroom on the second floor, "Mom and Dad just don't like to put a lot of furniture. So, it's spacious. The simpler the better. Now, welcome to my room."
Chenle's room faced the front yard of the house, and it was full with different kind of stuff. Comic books, DVDs, game console, a TV, even he had an empty fish tank.
"Yes, welcome to Chenle's personal space," Chenle closed the door, "Make yourself at home."
"I'm just going to put the camera here," Jaemin touched the table across from Chenle's bed, "We can talk freely, then."
"Okay," Chenle plopped down on his bed with a huge smile, "Honestly I'm so glad you decided to hang out with me."
"Well, I don't want any of my friends to feel left out so," Jaemin shrugged, "Anyway, why did you move here?"
"Dad got a new job," Chenle answered, "I didn't want to, actually. I was comfortable living in China. I was afraid of moving here, what if I can't speak in Korean? What if people in my new school don't like me? What if I can't fit in? There were a lot of what ifs."
"I think you fit in just fine."
"It seemed like it. Sometimes I feel like I'm alienated. I didn't get their sense of humor, didn't know what was going on because, well, I'm new. Ever since Renjun-ge came, though, I feel like I can finally be myself again. We're both from China, he understands me and the other way around."
"He's your best friend?"
"Yeah, I'd like to say that. I just don't know whether Renjun-ge feels the same or not. He's a very closed person."
"I know, I've talked to him once."
"Very enigmatic, indeed," Chenle nodded, "That's what makes humans interesting, though. They all vary."
They continued to talk about a lot of stuff, and Jaemin felt it was nice to get to know Chenle. He had a lot of good quality inside and he knew it was going to be a good video.
"Hyung, will you cut some of the scenes where I look like a potato?" Chenle asked when Jaemin put on his shoes later that evening.
"Sure. I had none to cut, then, because you never look like a potato," Jaemin smiled.
"I do look like a potato. More precisely, like McDonald's french fries because I'm tall, blond, and gorgeous."
Written : March 17th 2018
Published : April 25th 2018
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