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⊞ viii ⊞

"do it, pussy."

"i'm not a pussy!" chenle whined.

"that's what a pussy would say, pussy."

mark shoved the last of the cookies his mom had made into his mouth, "can you guys stop saying pussy? i'm gay and trying to eat here."

"it's not our fault chenle is one!"

"no, i'm not!" chenle kicked renjun under the table.

"then tell jisung you like him!" jaemin yelled.

"shut— shut up! i don't!"

they continued to bicker until mark looked up from his phone.

jeno had been too busy texting taeyong, and jaemin, renjun, and chenle had been too busy bickering for any of them to notice their surroundings.

jisung was standing behind them, looking rather shocked.

"guys—"

"shut up, mark, you don't deserve rights." chenle huffed.

"no, chenle— jisung is—"

"oh."

"—right there." mark clamped his mouth shut as chenle turned tomato red.

jisung sat down in the seat next to chenle, "you like me?" he questioned tentatively.

"no, i—"

jisung seemed to deflate.

chenle was struggling to breathe, "y— i mean... can we go somewhere else to talk about this?" he squeaked.

they walked out of the cafeteria. jaemin sighed, "i'm the worst friend ever."

"facts." renjun nodded.

"hey, you were in on it too! and you're my boyfriend! what the— you can't just— jeno—!"