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⌜ two ⌟

opening his locker, chenle clicked his tongue as he took out some tissues while mumbling a curse word. it's just the first week and this happens. what shocked him is that it was his seatmate, the silent one in class. never did he expect for jisung to be hot headed. although, chenle had already guessed that had somekind of an attitude because of the way he looked. jisung's brows would be furrowed all the time, those eyes of him would always be glaring at someone, and never had chenle seen him smile.

the upset chinese kept on mumbling complaints as he was wiping the strawberry milkshake stain on his uniform. ❝what's wrong with him?❞

it wasn't chenle's fault, he won't admit that it was his. jisung was looking up and not watching where he was doing meanwhile chenle's eyes were busy scanning the cafeteria to find a place to sit. actually, it's no one's fault. but chenle was about to apologize even though it wasn't his fault, jisung just had to stop him and push him away.

that's where chenle knew, he should stay away from him.

❝you need help?❞

looking up from his stained uniform, chenle gulped at the beautiful human being standing in front of him with a drop-dead gorgeous smile plastered on his face.

the student snapped his fingers in front of chenle who's staring at him with his eyes glittering and can't help but chuckle at how cute he looked. it's like watching a kid drooling at his favorite ice cream flavor. ❝hey.❞

❝h-hey?❞ chenle blinked, moving a step back as he noticed their faces getting dangerously close. ❝oh yeah, hey.❞

❝you must be a new student here?❞ pulling his hand out for a handshake, he flashed chenle a cute smile that almost made him pass out. ❝from china?❞

looking at his hands, chenle could feel his cheeks heating. to shake this handsome guy's hand or not to shake this handsome guy's hand? ❝i'm from chenle.❞ and in the end he took the student's hand.

tilting his head to the side, the guy giggled. ❝chenle is a country?❞

❝what?❞ chenle furrowed his brows in confusion before recalling what had said a while ago. ❝i mean china! i'm from china, oh god.❞ he looked down, already cursing his self out inside his head.

the student laughed out chenle's mistake, placing his hand on top of the male's head and ruffled his hair. he then paused after seeing chenle freezing from his place and then pulled his hand away, rubbing his nape nervously after. ❝sorry, a habit of mine.❞

chenle held the hem of his uniform as he puffed his cheeks. ❝it's okay.. i like it.❞ he likes it? actually, he loves it whenever people ruffles his hair.