innocent.

two.

'chenle!' jisung waved, running to chenle from across the road. he'd appeared out of the shop across the road, right as chenle was about to call him, stood outside the school gates. jisung had strawberry milk in his hand. he took chenle's arm as he neared, beginning to lead him down the road, through other rowdy students on their way home too. 'sorry i was late. you were taking forever and i wanted strawberry milk,' he began humming a tune.

'it's okay,' chenle muttered, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

'shall we go to the park to celebrate the end of school?'

'sure,' chenle replied softly, not attempting to make any further conversation, his anxiety bubbling away in his stomach. jisung's hand wrapped around his arm sent sparks up his body, making his legs feel wobbly. he had to concentrate on what he was going to say, and not falling over, or having a panic attack.

'what's wrong, lele?' chenle's cheeks heated up at the nickname, feeling jisung's grip on him loosen as they stopped, just by the gates of the small park. he looked at him with concern. chenle felt the need to assure him that he was ok. he couldn't stand the look of worry on jisung's face.

'nothing. i'm just tired,'

'oh,' jisung smiled widely, trying to show chenle it was okay. however chenle could see the disappointment that was laced just behind jisung's smile. chenle hated it. 'would you rather we go home?'

chenle wasn't tired. he'd just promised himself that he would tell jisung today. if it went well, they could spend the holidays together as usual.

if it didn't... chenle could hide for the duration of the holidays.

'no, let's go,' he pointed to the park.

'lele, are yo - ' chenle shoved jisung through the gates of the park, ignored his protests.

one of the things chenle loved most about jisung was his overwhelming childishness. strawberry milk, play parks, teddy bears, jisung wanted - and had - it all. he was giggly and cuddly. what made jisung more... loveable, was that his appearance, and his height, made him seem almost threatening from afar, and when people saw the two together they'd assume jisung was older, until they got to know him. some people thought jisung was strange, or ugly. chenle thought he was the most beautiful person to ever exist.

he dyed his hair often. for now, it was fading blue-blond, falling across his forehead until he ran his hands through it nervously or the wind blew it into his eyes. dying his hair often caused him to get into trouble from the senior teachers, but they soon softened after he smiled and laughed at them.

jisung had stopped protesting and was skipping to the swings toward the centre of the park, which were currently occupied by two small children. chenle hurried behind him, taking his elbow when they arrived at the gate.

he couldn't let this chance go.

'jisung!' jisung ignored him, charging towards the swings. the children spotted him, and glanced nervously at each other before kicking their feet to slow down the swings. jisung stopped a few metres away, grinning as the children stumbled away from the swings.

chenle looked on in a sort-of horror.

'jisung,' he whispered, 'you can't scare children into getting off the swings,'

'i didn't do anything, technically, it was their choice,' he laughed, covering his mouth before throwing his bag onto the floor and jumping onto the swing. chenle huffed, following him and taking the other swing after silently apologising to the children.

'jisung, before you start,' chenle interrupted before jisung could start swinging, 'i really need to tell you something,'

his stomach twisted. he began to sweat.

'what, hyung?'

'uh...'

'do you want to get ice cream later?' jisung tilted his head. chenle gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the building irritation at jisung's... hyper-activity. he managed to brush it off, though, looking at the younger's pleading eyes. 'come on, hyung, tell me,'

'jisung, i... really...really...' chenle took a deep breath:

'i think i love you,'