𝐁𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 | chensung ✔️

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Chenle groaned as he dragged Jisung up the stairs.

He kicked him into his bedroom and a small ' ow! ' could be heard from the younger.

The Chinese tapped his foot impatiently.

"Get up."

Jisung did as told.

"Who's name were you shouting in the streets?"

"..yours."

Chenle eyerolled.

"Why?"

"Because I- felt like it?"

"Stop lying, you chicken." Chenle got out a cardboard sword from under his bed, pointing it at the chick boy's heart.

"Alright alright," Jisung surrendered, raising his arms up in the air. "It was because you ditched me on cleaning."

"There was literally only ONE piece of trash left Jisung- actually two because you have an IQ equal to that banana peel."

The younger fumed, pushing the older down onto his own bed.

Chenle started to panic.

"Well, can a banana peel do this?"

Jisung's hands slipped under the smaller's shirt, wandering all over Chenle's chest, brushing over a few areas that weren't appropriate.

He kissed the older's neck roughly, leaving red-purplish marks on it.

"Ji.."

"Hm?"

"Ah! S-Stop.."

"But you seem to be enjoying it."

"I- mm- am not!" Chenle whimpered.

Little did they know that someone was peeking through the small crack through the door.

" Disgostang. "