my first and last // chensung✓

two | babying the fifteen-year-old

❝ i can already only see you. ❞

zhong chenle | thurs, august 2.
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"YELLOW OR LIGHT grey?"

there was a pause on the other side. "no hello?"

"hello," chenle said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. he looked in between the two flannels in his hands. he was stood in front of his closet, desperately searching for something to wear to his best friend's birthday party.

"black." the chinese boy scoffed at jisung's quick answer. "i don't recall sayi-"

"no, no, no, listen to me," jisung interrupted. "wear your really dark grey turtleneck with that old denim jacket and your ripped black jeans. boom. hot as the sun."

chenle immediately pulled out said pieces of clothing, displaying them across his bed. he scanned the outfit, nodding in approval. trust his best friend to pick a bomb outfit. "you right, okay. shoes?"

jisung hummed on the other side in thought. "maybe just some all black sneakers?"

chenle ran to his shoe bin and pulled out a few pairs of sneakers, cheering as he found the perfect pair. "yes, perfect!" he squealed, placing the phone on speaker and putting it on his dresser to change into the outfit. chenle admired himself in the full-sized mirror on his door and silently applauded jisung.

"okay, now hurry up and get here. the party starts in ten minutes and taeyong forced me to be here early."
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"chenle!"

mark opened the door of his house to the younger boy, who cheered for himself as he high-fived the canadian. he showed a little wrapped box to him, presenting it as if it were a crown. mark smiled and pulled chenle into a small hug, leading him into the house that he'd been in a million times before.

chenle could hear the chatter of his friends, and immediately picked out donghyuck (because he wouldn't shut up, as always). they were all in either the kitchen or living room, he assumed, as the entry way was seperated from the two and nobody else was in there. his main concern right now was finding jisung and maybe sicheng. mark sensed his mental search and patted him on the shoulder, speaking before he walked into the kitchen. "jisung's in the bathroom."

chenle nodded, although the older was no longer in the room. he turned and walked down the hall, the chatter getting quieter, where mark's downstairs bathroom was. he decided to suprise jisung by leaning against the wall next to the door, acting as casual as possible.

not much later, the bathroom door opened and the tall boy walked out, jumping as he noticed the figure against the wall. "oh my god!"

chenle broke out into his classic high-pitched laughter, kneeling over as jisung held his hand to his heart. "why would you do that to me?"

the chinese boy gasped for air after laughing his lungs out, standing back up and running a hand through his blonde hair. jisung was looking at him with a look of mock annoyance on his face, although the older could tell it was fake.

"ah, i just wanted to suprise you." jisung rolled his eyes and pulled chenle into a hug.

chenle sighed, wrapping his arms around the taller's waist. he rested his head on the jisung's shoulder, who held him with his arms wrapped around his torso. jisung whined, holding his best friend as if his life depended on it. "i told you you'd look hot."

chenle just ignored him.

"taeyong has been calling me cute and babying me for the past half hour. why would you leave me alone here with him?"

chenle giggled. "it's true, though."

"not you too," jisung complained, pulling back from the hug to slap chenle's shoulder. chenle gasped in mock hurt. he looked into jisung's eyes and whispered, "try me."

that's when chenle proceeded to chase jisung around.
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the party was a blast.

mark had invited all seventeen of his friends to celebrate his nineteenth birthday. that's eighteen people, meaning it was chaotic, to say the least.

they played games like truth or dare (lucas had to put ice cream in his boxers) and ate quite a bit of food. taeyong was feeding jisung as much as he could, his reasoning being that the younger was too skinny. chenle hung out with the other chinese friends the majority of the time, as he rarely got to see them (excluding renjun, of course).

however, after all of the fun ended, it was just the seven youngest left. since all of the others attended college, they had to leave for the night. the highschoolers didn't have school that friday, so they stayed.

when it hit midnight, mark pulled out a dvd from one of his shelves. it was howl's moving castle, one of his favorite studio ghibli movies. yuta had been the one to make him watch it, forcing the younger to binge watch studio ghibli during a sleepover with taeyong and johnny.

the boys all made themselves comfortable in mark's living room. jisung was curled into the corner of the couch, with mark and jeno arguing over popcorn next to him. chenle was on the floor in front of jisung, renjun lying with his head in chenle's lap and his legs on donghyuck's. jaemin was sitting in the chair next to the couch, where he knew he could hide the cheetos for himself (because god forbid donghyuck eat them all like usual).

before the movie actually started, the group had been arguing over which skittle was the best– which ended with the skittles all over the room– and yelling about the previews. however, the moment the previews ended, donghyuck yelled for everyone to shut up. the group immediately settled back down, having to deal with whatever candy they ended up with after the fight.

–"oh my god, he's so hot!" jaemin screamed as howl appeared, and would continue to scream for the rest of the film.

"shut up, jaemin. we get it, you're a hoe!" donghyuck screamed back, throwing a pretzel at the younger.–

after the movie ended, they watched kiki's delivery service, as well as ponyo before calling it a night.

the seven teenagers fit themselves into mark's room. mark was obviously in his bed, as well as donghyuck, who made sure there was at least two feet in between the two, claiming he "did not want any contact with a canadian." renjun, jeno, and jaemin were all on the pull out mattress. they all cuddled up somehow, not minding the close proximity as they were close anyway and they weren't donghyuck. jisung and chenle were in their makeshift bed of multiple blankets and pillows by the closet.

"donghyuck, ask us one more time how pidgeons would act as humans, i beg of you," chenle snarled, rolling to his side and nuzzling his nose into jisung's shoulder. jisung was on his back, reaching his hand over to grab chenle's arm and throw it over his own torso. chenle hummed softly, pulling jisung closer and throwing a leg over the younger's legs just to be extra.

"okay, but–"

the whole group interrupted donghyuck. "shut up!"

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