my first and last // chensung✓

thirteen | school bathrooms + ice cream

❝ you're my last. ❞

zhong chenle | thurs, august 30.
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TO PUT IT simply, he couldn't focus.

chenle had a serious urge to slap himself, or to just leave. he raked his eyes over his notes numerous times, barely even retaining the information. he could hear the teacher talking about their current math lesson but he wasn't listening.

her words sounded like a foreign language, the numbers and variables on the paper in front of him looked like random symbols.

math was normally one of chenle's strong suits; he'd pick it up easily, and his grades were fantastic. however, today he just couldn't get himself to understand. he could feel his eyes become sore and his head pound as he tried once more to solve the equation. the numbers seemed to fly off of the paper and around him.

chenle bit his lip, his shaky grip on his pen tightening almost impossibly. his eyes began to haze up.

no, chenle, he willed. not now.

he felt a warm hand on his and he flinched, looking up to see jisung watching him worriedly. jisung pulled the pen away from the older and loosened his fingers gently. quietly, so the teacher wouldn't hear, he spoke, "calm down, chenle. you're worrying me. don't stress yourself out too much."

chenle still hadn't moved his eyes away from jisung. his breath was shaky and shallow.

he managed to get out a whisper. "can we-"

"mr. zhong!"

chenle snapped his head towards the front where the teacher was glaring at him. his heart stopped. had he done something wrong? "instead of talking to mr. park during a lesson, how about you answer number 41?"

jisung and jaemin watched nervously as chenle's eyes immediately filled with tears threatening to spill. he quickly looked down at the textbook to search for the given problem through his blurry vision. he could hear jisung whispering to him but every sound came as static to him. the teacher tapped her toe impatiently.

his bottom lip was trembling. "i..."

the bell rang and the teacher sighed, announcing their homework.

chenle anxiously packed his stuff and almost tripped to get out of his chair. jaemin grabbed him before he could fall, saying something about renjun to jisung, who nodded and rushed out of the room. chenle's head was spinning and he could barely react to jaemin's hands pulling him out of the room. he ignored the questioning and worried looks from other classmates, only wanting to get chenle somewhere quiet.

the moment they entered the restroom, chenle was being pulled into jaemin's arms. "hey, hey, calm down love."

suddenly, the tears in chenle's eyes were now running down his cheeks. he hid his face in jaemin's shoulder and tried his best not to break out into an attack. the older rubbed his back and whispered words of reassurement. he was glad that he had a calming voice, as others liked to say. however, he knew that he couldn't hold off chenle's anxiety forever. it's a good thing jisung was on his way with renjun.

chenle wrapped his arms around jaemin from under his uniform jacket and held him close like a baby holding his mother. his breathing was getting faster and faster. a million words and things were flying around his mind. he felt like he was going crazy. jaemin ran his fingers through the boy's blonde hair, doing his best to ease him. "it's okay, love. renjunnie is coming, okay?"

chenle nodded, holding back a sob.

by some kind of magic, renjun rushed into the bathroom with jisung trailing behind him. "where's- oh, chenle, my baby!"

chenle let a small sound leave his throat and he immediately ran out of jaemin's warm embrace, although he did miss it, and curled up in renjun's arms. the brunette walked him to the wall, holding him tight, and carefully helped him sit down. renjun kneeled in front of him, holding his face with his small hands. chenle leaned into the warmth, shutting his eyes tight in an attempt to hold the tears in. he asked the boy in mandarin, "baby, you doing okay?"

chenle shook his head once, and although renjun knew the answer, he still let it hit his heart.

"can you..." chenle had to pause to take a breath, be it a shaky one. "can you sing to me?"

renjun smiled sadly, his cheeks warming up. no matter how many times he had sung in front of his friends, it still flustered him. he was perfectly fine with singing to chenle, he did it quite often, but doing it in front of jaemin and jisung still made him nervous. nonetheless, he nodded. he kissed chenle's forehead and wrapped his arms around the younger, who buried into his neck.

renjun began to sing softly, a random song that he had heard a while ago. jaemin couldn't help but smile when renjun started singing. they heard the bell ring, but they didn't move.

they could deal with being late to class as long as their best friend was okay.

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chenle sighed in relief as he fell onto his couch, his backpack strewn somewhere which he didn't know. his eyes fluttered shut and he laid there, more than happy to be home. jisung had followed him and was now picking up the backpack chenle had just thrown about and placing it by the door with his own. he walked over to the couch and grabbed chenle's hands, lazily trying to pull him up. "you should change first if you're gonna take a nap."

chenle groaned but got up nonetheless. he pouted and held his arms out. jisung rolled his eyes. "i'm not going to carry you."

the two had a shortlived stare-off, before chenle gave up. "fine," he sighed, getting up and going to his room to change. jisung rolled his eyes once again and moved into the kitchen, muttering something about water.

as jisung was leaning against the counter and chugging a water bottle, chenle shuffled into the kitchen in a sweatshirt and joggers. he leaned into jisung's chest, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist. the younger chuckled and patted his back before closing his almost-empty bottle and placing it on the counter. "you should take a nap, you've had a long day."

chenle shook his head like a child. "'don't wanna."

jisung sighed, stringing his right arm around chenle's torso. he thought for a moment, and then smirked. "ice cream?"

chenle pulled away to slap jisung's arm, who retracted it with a hiss, but nonetheless agreed. "i'm starting to think ice cream is your daily medication."

jisung responded with a wink.

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a/n:

yo! i can finally get back into my stories!

so i'm going to update twice today, twice tomorrow, and twice the next day to make up for the month without updates. after that it'll be back to regular schedule.

anyway, i have a question.

do any of you guys have a friendship like chensung's? like the constant pda n stuff? because i've gotten a few comments like 'are some friendships actually like this? bc sign me tf up!' i actually do have a friendship like this and ooOoOooO i wish i had more because i thrive off of  physical affection. i get anxious or upset or i feel really lonely without it yikes.

ok see y'all later.

makatea-