innocent.

five.

they did go back to the park. and like jisung had expected, chenle fell asleep with his head resting on the chain of a swing. when chenle said he was tired, he usually meant it, falling asleep within a few hours.

jisung came to a stop, his feet skimming the sand. he jumped up, shaking chenle gently. chenle moaned, opening his eyes blearily. jisung blinked momentarily at the noise, his cheeks burning.

'hyung, i'll carry you,' jisung guestured to his back, and chenle nodded, holding his arms up like a small child. jisung pulled him onto his back, adjusting him and holding his legs to keep him up. chenle put his head on jisung's shoulder.

then jisung carried him back to his house. he was deep in thought, chenle's breaths hitting his neck. he thought about chenle's confession - if you could call it that - and what he should do.

that was it. tonight, he would tell chenle his own feelings. he couldn't stand it anymore, and now he knew chenle loved him he felt safe enough to confess.

safe. that's how he always felt with chenle, even at times like now when he was carrying the older. chenle was warm and huggable, with a contagious laugh and smile and his lips - jisung desperately wanted to kiss chenle's lips - and even the way he spoke, it all made jisung feel at home, safe. he felt like he was clutching at straws so fragile they'd break if held wrong, whenever he was with chenle.

he knew if chenle didn't love him back, jisung would break. he was a coward for waiting, but maybe now he could tell chenle.

he arrived at his front door. the sun was setting, and chenle seemed to sense jisung's hesitation and grumbled, slipping off of jisung's back and leaning sleepily against him.

when they got inside, chenle climbed the stairs as jisung locked the door. jisung followed, seeing chenle throw himself on the bed and curl on his side, sighing heavily. jisung smiled, flopping beside him, and watching his breaths move his chest up and down. jisung played with his hair gently.

jisung fell asleep at some point, and when jisung woke up properly, chenle had his head in his lap, the sun rising steadily, throwing a orange-pink light across the room. his curtains were still open. he could see chenle's bedroom from across the street. the streetlights were on, but the sky was pink, the world quiet. his windows were open, and jisung shivered.

'jisung,' chenle muttered, lifting his head blearily, looking around, 'ah, everything is stiff...'

jisung smiled, running his hands through his hair. the time on his alarm clock read 4:35am. they hadn't eaten since the ice cream 12 hours ago. as soon as he realised this, his stomach rumbled. his mum must've seen them asleep and decided not to bother them. high emotions really could drain you, he thought.

'what time is it?' chenle's voice was low and croaky, barely a whisper. jisung found himself grinning at the older, his cheeks puffy and frowning slightly.

'it's 4am,'

'4am?'

'4am,' jisung repeated.

'oh,' silence. 'how long did we sleep for?'

'hours,'

'oh... i woke up at some point,' chenle adjusted himself so he was sat almost on jisung's lap, his legs entangled in the others, so he was leaning on jisung's chest. he fumbled for his phone, seeing a text from his mum asking if he was staying at jisung's, and another, later, saying goodnight.

chenle grumbled slightly, resting his cheek on jisung's shoulder. jisung tensed.

'lele, i've been wanting to tell you something too,'