Tamagotchi || Chensung

𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Rain began to pour as they finished up their little game. The vibrant sky contrasted with the harsh drops of rain, disappointing the many people who didn't bring their umbrellas with them—never second-guessing that it would rain on what seemed like such a perfect day.

Chenle tossed the blindfold back to Jisung, who caught it with ease before standing up from his seat, taking the tray of empty ice cream cups to throw and put away.

"Do you think it was the best idea to leave Tama with Hyuck?" Jisung asked when Chenle came back to the table.

Chenle shrugged, folding his arms onto the table while thinking to himself, 'was it?'

"Anyway," Jisung waved off. "What should we do now? We still have"—he checked his phone for the time—"a whole afternoon ahead of us."

Chenle racked his brain for any fun activities they could do but frowned when finding nothing that involved being indoors. He silently cursed the weather in his head before shifting his attention to Jisung, who stood up from his seat.

"Come on, I think I have an idea," he said before making his way out of the parlor's entrance.

Getting up and following after, Chenle caught up to Jisung while poorly attempting to shield himself from the rain with his hands. As they walked in the rain together, Chenle couldn't help but notice the small smile playing on Jisung's lips.

"What?"

Jisung turned his head to look at Chenle while softly shaking his head, along with a faint, "Nothing."

Chenle scanned the younger's face, his mind suddenly thinking back to the game they were playing in the parlor. "Do you normally play those kinds of games?" he voiced out, evoking a confused hum from Jisung. "That whole ice cream game," he clarified while letting his arms fall to his sides.

"Ah, that. The last time I played that game, I was eight."

"Eight? But weren't we friends then? I don't remember you ever mentioning that game to me."

Jisung sighed in disappointment, keeping his eyes focused on the streetwalk ahead of them while feeling the material of his clothes start to slowly stick to his skin due to the rain. "I'm tired, let's go home."

"What? but I thou—"

"Tell Hyuck to bring our project back to your house after school," Jisung interrupted, falling back to his usual behavior around Chenle: cold and bitter.

"...Okay," Chenle responded quietly, watching Jisung walk a bit ahead of him. He wasn't sure why Jisung's behavior suddenly switched, but he knew not to provoke the younger. 'Is it my fault?' he thought as he stared at the back of Jisung's head.

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Chenle has been uncomfortably sitting at the island of his kitchen, doing his homework while occasionally glancing at Jisung, who sat on the couch. He could feel the cold aura projecting off the boy from where he sat, sending a chill down his spine.

Ever since they came home, Jisung has been giving Chenle the cold shoulder—solemn and hurt, unbeknownst to him. He never changed out of his drenched clothes, though Chenle begged him to before sitting on his couch, only to be ignored.

"Hyuck texted me back," Chenle informed, finding any reason to talk to Jisung, "He said he'd have Tama here by four." Silence followed after as he fiddled with his pencil and nibbled on his bottom lip, growing annoyed with the lack of communication on Jisung's end.

He watched as Jisung abruptly stood from the couch, leaving blotches of water where he sat, evoking a tsk from Chenle. "Ruined my damn couch," he muttered before shifting his gaze to follow the tall boy, who walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He sighed, along with a slight shake of his head, going back to his studies.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Chenle jolted in his chair at the sudden yell, widening his eyes in the direction of the bathroom door that slammed open.

There stood a fuming Jisung with his eyes full of rage, staring Chenle down as if he were his prey. "The hell did you do to my face," he seethed while taking slow steps towards the alarmed boy, "you think this is funny?"

Chenle quickly got off his seat and ran to the other side of the island, distancing himself so that Jisung couldn't get him. "Y-you look good," he complimented, trying to keep his laugh down at the sight of the smudged ink on Jisung's face.

"And you look like dead meat."

With that threat alone, Jisung jumped onto the island, grabbing for Chenle, but missing him by an inch, watching as he ran from the kitchen towards the staircase. He pushed off from the island, chasing the boy up the stairs while reaching out to grab him.

Chenle yelped as he fell with a thud, caught by the ankle. He glanced over his shoulder to see Jisung with a malicious grin on his face.

"Gotcha," he said in triumph.

"Jisung! Wait, please! I'm sorry!" Chenle cried out while being dragged down a step.

"I walked around all day with this shit on my face, and you're saying sorry?"

Chenle turned his body around to look at Jisung, hovering over him with a smirk.

"Well, sorry ain't gonna cut it, babe."

Regret washed over Chenle as he stared into Jisung's mischievous eyes. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea after all, but at least Jisung wasn't ignoring him anymore. He sheepishly smiled up at him while trying to get out of his hold. "Come on, Ji, spare me... please?"

Jisung's smirk fell at the nickname rolling off Chenle's tongue—sounding painfully sweet. He wasn't sure if it was the fever he was staring to get from staying in his wet clothes, or if it was the thought that Chenle felt comfortable enough to call him by his nickname, but the fast pace of his heart and the heat of his body made him lean towards the latter.

Chenle felt the grip on his ankle release, watching as Jisung turned around and walked down the stairs. "Jisung?"

"Don't think I'm letting you off the hook," Jisung began, stopping at the bottom of the stairs and giving Chenle a quick wink. "Get ready for tomorrow, cuz you're not gonna like it."

Chenle slumped onto the staircase, listening to the taunting chuckle of Jisung's as he walked away.

'I'm screwed...'

tbc...