my first and last // chensung✓

fifteen | sleepless nights with jaesung

❝ let me talk about love. ❞

park jisung | saturday, september 8.

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JISUNG COULD NOT stop tossing and turning.

obviously, he couldn't sleep.

he had taken melatonin, he was dressed warm, and he had even turned off his nightlight and replaced it with a diffuser. no matter how comfortable he got though, he could not fall asleep.

jisung groaned loudly into his pillow, flipping onto his chest for the hundredth time. he contempated getting up and going to chenle's house although he knew the elder was likely sleeping by now. plus, it didn't seem very smart to head straight to the source of the problem.

all night, he had been thinking of chenle and only chenle. he couldn't pull his mind away from him. everything about chenle was floating in front of him and he didn't have it in him to look away. he could see images of the elder smiling at him, dancing in the middle of the night, his hair falling into his face as he did his schoolwork. he could hear chenle's loud and annoying dolphin laugh, his adorable sleepy voice, his singing that blew jisung away every time. even his clinginess- hugs that were almost too tight, constant affection, his hair brushing up against jisung's collarbone- was on his mind.

the one thing jisung wanted was to have chenle in his arms, cuddling into his chest, their legs tangled. it wasn't rare for them, but he wanted to be closer, to be warmer. he wanted them to be different. he wanted to be able to kiss chenle, not just occasional and shy kisses on the forehead when chenle was anxious, but on the lips, his cheeks, his forehead, his fingers. he wished he could do it whenever and it wouldn't matter.

jisung felt his heart do a little leap and he gave up on sleeping, pushing himself off of the mattress. he pulled his phone off of the charger and, grimacing at the light, opened his messenger to text the one and only na jaemin.

park ji:
jaem help<

he waited for a response, not even caring about exiting the chat. he knew jaemin was probably still awake, and was also likely thinking the same things as him but with a different subject.

a message popped up under his and he quickly replied.

jaemin!:
>why are u still awake what do u want

park ji:
why are YOU still awake huh<
cant get your mind off noren?<

jaemin!:
>how'd u know-

jisung cheered quietly to himself. gotcha!

park ji:
exposed<
seriously though i cant sleep i cant stop< thinking about freAKIN chenle

jaemin!:
>skype me boi

jisung rolled his eyes but did as asked, opening up skype and clicking on the older boy's contact. he listened to the stupid music and held himself back from dancing to it. jaemin answered after a few seconds, and the screen was filled with an image of a tired yet still scarily attractive jaemin.

''sup, hottie," jisung winked with a smirk. jaemin looked at him with the expression called 'i'm literally so done with you and i'm three seconds away from hanging up.'

"so, let's talk about our problematic crushes."

jisung clicked his tongue. "well, you see, i only have one crush, you however-"

"shut up."

jisung snorted and continued. "anyway, yeah. i can't sleep. i just can't stop thinking about chenle, you know? like i want to just cuddle him forever and take cute couple pictures and make really cringey jokes about us but, gosh, he doesn't even know!"

jaemin listened to his outburst with a nod and a weirdly serious face, attempting to put a relationship counselor out of their job. ""you right, you right."

"yeah. and remember that one time he was like 'oh jisung can you, uh, i don't know, push my fucKING HAIR BACK BEHIND MY EAR, thanks!' i swear this boy! he's going to drive me crazy!" he shook his head dramatically, looking up at the ceiling and sighing. "anyway, i fanboy about chenle more than you fanboy about jeno and renjun. how's it going with them?"

jaemin groaned, his face moving out of frame as he buried it in a pillow. all jisung could make out was a muffled 'killing' and 'adorable.'

"uhh... you mind repeating that?"

jaemin came back into frame and sighed loudly. "renjun is killing me! he's too adorable. like i was teasing him yesterday and he got all shy and blushy and giggly and oh god i might die. jeno was there too! he was lookin' mighty hot, god damn. he just watched as i tortured injun. and then once junnie finally thought i was done, jeno joined in too! and then he got even more red and..."

jisung and jaemin didn't get to sleep until four or so in the morning.

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"woah, man, you good there?"

jeno was concerned. jisung had walked into the dance studio, dark bags under his eyes and an energy drink in his large hands. the younger glanced up at jeno, and momentarily, images of all of the stories jaemin had told him the previous night went rushing through his head. he shook his head to rid of the images and looked back up at jeno. "i didn't sleep all that well. it's jaemin's fault though!"

jeno narrowed his eyes. "jaemin's fault?"

"neither of us could sleep so we skyped last night. got to sleep at like four? i think?"

jeno sighed, disappointed. the dance teacher walked in and greeted the students, so the older let it slide. "once this class ends, i'm scolding you. jaemin too. got it?"

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