innocent.

four.

as they neared the ice cream parlour, chenle's anxiety had settled more. he was able to breath normally, able to think clearly. he felt the weight lifted off of his shoulders. he was still scared, of course, but jisung had handled the situation seemingly well. but it was jisung. he had a good poker face.

jisung's hair bounced when he walked, whipping around his face in the soft breeze. the sun bounced off of his honey skin, making his hair look like a halo and his brown eyes light up.

they entered the parlour, being hit with a blast of cool hair. jisung narrowed his eyes, excitedly pulling chenle towards the many flavours of ice cream. he muttered a few flavours under his breath, before he pointed at one and looked expectantly at the cashier, who blinked before a smile grew on his face. even the cashier softened at jisung's childish aura.

'mint, please!' jisung smiled at the cashier, who nodded enthusiastically.

'b-but you don't like mint,' chenle mumbled, his eyes still on his and jisung's interlinked hands.

'you're all hot and flustered. it'll cool you down. don't worry; you'll get chocolate too,' he looked up at the cashier once more, who placed a scoop of chocolate beside the green ice cream.

'thankyou,' chenle bowed at the cashier as jisung reached for the ice cream, before giving it to chenle, who blushed, his hands suddenly feeling sweaty.

jisung paid, not letting go of chenle's hand until they sat down outside. chenle thanked him, taking his bag from the younger and sliding into a seat opposite him.

'it's okay. now,' jisung paused, 'what happened back there?'

'i love you,' chenle bluntly replied, licking his ice cream as it began to drip in the spring heat. jisung had gotten strawberry.

'i already knew that,'

chenle's eyes widened. did jisung only think of it in a platonic way? would chenle have to explain that he was gay? would chenle have to explain that all the times him and jisung had shared a bed -

'i read your diary when you left it at mine,' jisung paused, licking his ice cream to hide the growing smirk at chenle's shocked face.

'you what?' suddenly chenle forgot his worries from a few seconds ago. jisung just chuckled nervously. chenle's anger evaporated at his smile.

'it's not like you're not obvious anyway,'

'shut up,' chenle jokingly spat.

'has telling me made you feel any better?' jisung asked, stretching across the table to reach chenle's hand. chenle stayed quiet.

'slightly,'

'i'd hug you, but i don't want ice cream in my hair,'

'ouch,' chenle murmured, focusing back on his ice cream. you still haven't told me what you think.

'i don't mind, chenle. technically nothing has changed. i already knew you loved me. please, don't act different,' jisung seemed to read his mind.

'i'm not. you're the one acting different,' chenle inhaled shakily.

'okay,' jisung raised an eyebrow. there was a silence. chenle suddenly felt tired. 'do you want to go back to the park after?'

'i don't think i can step foot in that park again,'

jisung laughed. chenle's heart warmed.

'i'm tired,' chenle muttered, and jisung squeezed his hand.

'just an hour or so, then we can go back to mine. my mum is ordering tonight, you can sleep over,'