How To Stan an Idol: A Guide by Lee Taeyong (Jaeyong)

Part 11

I created this fic with Idreamt_once on Ao3 and she write a lot of it so basically all credit goes to her. GO READ HER FICS

 It had taken many hours of coaxing from Kun for Chenle to do this. He knew that Kun was right: he couldn't wait for Jisung to confess first.

"Jisung's introverted. He would never confess," Kun had said.

"But I'm scared" Chenle had replied.

"You have two options. You can sit there and pine after him, or you can pick yourself up and go get him," Kun asserted. Chenle whined. He hated it when Kun was right.

Chenle had caved. He was sure Jisung liked him back. But he was nervous nonetheless. Walking down the hallway, trying to adjust his breathing. He rehearsed what he was going to say over and over again. He could almost picture it happening. Unless Jisung rejected him, of course. Chenle bit his lip. He hadn't thought that far. Chenle steeled his nerves and knocked on the door.

"Jisung?" Chenle's voice drifted from the door of the waiting room. Dante's Inferno all looked up at the boy, but Chenle only had eyes for Jisung, who was sitting by the mirrors.

"Chenle? Do you need something?" Jisung asked, standing up. His heart began to race at a thousand miles per hour.

"Can you, um, come with me?" Chenle asked shyly. Jisung glanced at Taeyong, who nodded. Jisung grabbed his phone and was out the door, almost tripping on the doorframe. Chenle let go of the door, grabbed his hand, and ran down the hallway.

"I don't think we should be running!" Jisung pants after the small Chinese boy. Chenle doesn't reply. Chenle takes a sharp turn that has Jisung scrambling after him. He leads him up a flight of stairs. And another. After running up the third flight of stairs, Jisung felt his chest seize.

"Chenle wait!" Jisung gasped. Chenle turned around and stuck out his hand. Jisung took it with no hesitation. Jisung felt his heart flutter at the contact.

"I want to show you this," Chenle whispered. He pushed open the door and held it for Jisung.

"The roof?" Jisung asked. Chenle laughed and rolled his eyes.

"No dummy, I want to ask you something," Chenle suddenly lets go of Jisung's hand and looks down at his sneakers and his untied laces. Jisung feels warmth crawling up his spine. Jisung waited for Chenle to continue, but he had a feeling he knew what Chenle was going to say.

"I was wondering—" Chenle said. His voice drifted to a murmur. Jisung leaned in closer. A blush had crept up Chenle's cheeks. Jisung took Chenle's hand and led him to the railing.

"The sunset is so beautiful," Jisung said. Chenle looked surprised at the sudden change of topic, but nodded along. Jisung sat down on one of the pipes, pulling Chenle with him. Jisung put his arm around Chenle, who rested his head on Jisung's shoulder. Their height difference was so perfect, it was almost as if they were born to be each other's. Jisung smiled to himself as he breathed in the comforting scent of Chenle: sweet jasmine tea with the light scent of hair-gel. He took Chenle's hand in his free hand.

"Maybe when I'm older, I want to watch the sunset everyday with someone I care about," Jisung said. Chenle seemed very interested in the horizon, his eyes focused on the point, but Jisung knew he was listening to every word he said. He rubbed small circles on the smooth skin of back of Chenle's hand.