"shit, shit, shit." jisung mumbled as he ran as fast as he could back to the campus. as he ran he pulled up his sleeve and started pressing the number on his phone trying to watch out for the people in the streets also, he didn't want to bump into anybody.
he added the contact in the name 'chenle' and instantly calling him since it was only minutes away from the clock hitting 5pm.
it rang for a few seconds till the call was picked up, "hello?", the boy on the other line said in a questioning manner.
"uhm, it's me jisung, remember me?" he forced a breathy laugh while he jogged in front of the campus. "of course i do, but are you okay? you sound a little exhausted, did you run?" chenle asked walking away from his last class and walking to the main doors.
"n-no! just did some exercise while waiting for you!" he made up an excuse, hoping chenle wouldn't think he was totally silly. "whatever you say, oh, i see you." the chinese boy says before ending the phone call and running up to the younger lightly.
"hey there." he giggled linking their arms and starting to walk to the bus stop. jisung was a little startled of the others action but smiled it off, sure chenle was a little clingy and touchy even though they have known each other for like a day, but it honestly didn't mind jisung at all.
"so how was classes?" jisung asked, trying to build up a basic convo. "it was fine, economics was kinda wild but so funny, yangyang is honestly the funniest person ever!" he excitedly told, some of the funny german jokes coming back to his head making him laugh by himself.
"how about you? what were you doing while waiting for me?" chenle asked as they sat down on the bus stop bench. "met with my friend, jaemin." "jaemin? renjun-gege's boyfriend jaemin?" "yeah, we've been friends for years and he didn't even tell me he has two boyfriends, i know we didn't see in over a year but still." jisung explained tapping his foot on the ground.
"why didn't you see him in over a year?" the elder questioned, "oh, i was in New York for my dance studies." "that's cool, you should show me your dance someday." "maybe." jisung answered, not really nervous since he does know he's a great dancer, since he has trained hard, but he still felt this nervous emotion and the will to really show his best to the blonde boy.
after a while the bus came and the two hopped on taking an available seat from the back beside each other. it was a quiet busride, except for other people conversating, babies crying and chenle's light snores.
he had fallen asleep, head resting perfectly on jisungs shoulder.
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this story might be going a little slowly, but i think it's better since the stories i write that i end up having zero motivation are those that escalate quickly.
