When Jisung was younger, a little boy by the name of Zhong Chenle was vowed to be his sworn enemy ever since the second grade, when Chenle killed his digital pet Tamagotchi.
To this day, Jisung still holds a grudge on the boy.
So what happens when y...
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Standing at the school's entrance, Jisung kept an eye out for Chenle, hoping to catch him before the boy left with their project.
"What're you doing? Let's go home," Jaemin said as he slung an arm around Jisung's shoulders, pulling him into a stroll out of the school's gate, but the sight of a blonde-haired boy walking out of the school's doors made Jisung duck out of Jaemin's hold.
"Hyung, I have to take care of something, just go home without me," Jisung quickly rushed out before jogging his way over to Chenle, who stiffened at the sight of him.
Chenle panicked, looking every which way for a place to hide, deciding his best option was to hide behind a student who was walking by. The girl gave him a weird look but didn't question him, seeing as he seemed desperate.
Jisung chuckled at Chenle's attempt to get away, reaching his hand out to grab for Chenle's bag, then yanking him back, resulting in Chenle falling into his arms. "Where do you think you're going, babe?" he smirked, noticing the boy's cheeks flush crimson.
Pushing away from Jisung, Chenle stood up straight while smoothening the wrinkles on his uniform, clearing his throat before starting in the direction he was headed, hearing Jisung's footsteps following in pursuit of his.
"So, do you take the train home or the bus?" Jisung nonchalantly asked, walking up beside Chenle, who was silently cursing at his luck.
"The train," Chenle simply answered, not comfortable with how casual Jisung was treating him. He knew there was a catch to Jisung's whole act. He just didn't know what.
Jisung didn't exchange any more words, strolling beside a stiff Chenle who carried the simulated infant in one arm and the knapsack hanging around the other.
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Chenle stood on the train station platform waiting for the next train to arrive, often glancing at the tall boy who had followed him all the way here.
"Are you going somewhere?" he asked, knowing Jisung never took the train home since his house was under a ten-minute walk from their school.
Jisung tilted his head, turning to look at Chenle. "Yeah, home," he answered, watching him nod his head hesitantly. "With you."
Chenle choked on air, his eyes widening as he gave Jisung a look of horror that made the tallboy laugh.
"What's wrong? You used to love it when I came over," Jisung reminded, making Chenle scoff.
"Yeah, keywords—used to."
"Well, I told you earlier, didn't I? You can't be alone with the baby," he repeated.
"That's stupid Jisung! I am perfectly capable of taking care of this baby without you!" Chenle snapped.
