Angel's Kisses

>three

"Thanks for all the help Nana hyung," Chenle says, folding up a cardboard box. "This would've taken hours without you."

"Truly the embodiment of an angel," Jisung sighs in adoration. "Where would we be without you?"

"Lost," Jaemin snickers, patting the top of Jisung's head affectionately. "Lost little angel."

"You can't add angel to the end of everything to make it not seem like an insult," Jisung grumbles, moving out of Jaemin's arms.

"Y'know what Jisungie? Watch me."

Before Jaemin can chase Jisung around Chenle's apartment, the latter is grabbing him by the arm and looking him dead in the eye.

"Okay, don't look out the window right now, but— I said not to look out the window!" Chenle shrieks, immediately pulling Jaemin's face towards him again. "What are you doing!"

"Well you can't just say to not look and expect me to not look!" Jaemin justifies, squirming in Chenle's grasp. "What is it anyways? Curiosity is killing me."

"It's that weirdo," Chenle tsks, distaste clear in his voice.

"That's rude," Jisung frowns, looking between Chenle and Jaemin. He seems contemplative.

Chenle knows why when he looks out the window too.

"Jisung!" Chenle whines, stomping a foot down in frustration. "What's wrong with you?"

"I just wanted to know too!" The youngest explains, hands up in surrender as he looks kind of sheepish. "Who is that?" Jisung frowns. "He looks mean."

Jaemin thinks Jisung is cute, calling the other person mean just based off of their looks, but he also somewhat understands. There's always a scowl on his face, and his eyes are constantly as fiery red. Tattoos litter his arms, but they're not necessarily off putting.

Jaemin kinda likes them.

"A demon." Chenle answers dryly.

"Chenle! You don't know that," Jaemin chastises, turning both of their heads away from where they were looking out the window. "We shouldn't assume things."

Chenle clicks his tongue in distaste.

"Why else would his eyes be red? Contacts?" He scoffs, unimpressed by his hyung.

"They could be. What do we know anyways?" Jaemin doesn't look at Chenle or Jisung as he speaks, busying himself with collapsing and folding more cardboard boxes.

"Why are you making excuses?" The second youngest asks, now seeming to sound more inquisitive than annoyed. He has an eyebrow raised too, as if trying to bore into Jaemin's mind.

Jaemin doesn't answer the question.

"No way," Jisung gasps, switching between looking at Jaemin and Chenle. His mouth is open, as if he's in disbelief. "Don't tell me. You like him?"

Chenle shrieks at that, clearly against the idea, and Jaemin flinches at the sound. He drops the box he's collapsing, turning around to glare at Jisung.

"I do not." He insists, glaring at Chenle now. "Don't get excited."

"You're blushing," Jisung guffaws, pointing an incredulous finger at him. "You're red!"

"Because I'm embarrassed!" The eldest justifies, huffing as he pretends to kick Jisung. "Why are you so interested in me anyways? Go back to Chenle."

Jisung makes a confused sound in the back of his throat, but Chenle makes the conscious decision to ignore it, focusing on the first half of what Jaemin said.