六十二
chenle hastily wiped the tears cascading down his cheeks, sucking up his pride (which wasn't much at all) and walked across to jisung's room,
carrying his pillow and slowly opening the closed door, it was like when you were young and you were sick and you were nervously going to your parents room
he just wanted his embrace
his dream has scared him - it just felt so real to him
slowly laying down to the other side of the bed, the movement in the bed cause jisung to very very sleepily open his eyes, to be met with chenle, who was visible shaking, breaths unsteady
'chenle?'
jisung's voice was deep, the voice of someone who had just woken up, wrapping his arms around the older, not questioning him
there was no need
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uwuwuuwuwuw
tbh i think this book could end soon D:
