meaningless [i love yous] [COMPLETED]

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"again!" the dance teacher said, and the boys nodded, changing back into their beginning formation. they'd been practicing the dances since five in the morning, and it was well past noon now. "after this we'll break for lunch!"

"whoever messes up is buying!" donghyuck shouted, and that was met with noises of agreement from the rest of them.

as the music began, their bodies began to move, most of their minds on what was happening.

well, everyone but jisung. there was a part in the choreography that made his breath stall, and he didn't know why. but at about one minute in, chenle would jokingly elbow him and wink before turning around, making it so his back was pressed against jisung's.

and that part was fast approaching. before he knew it, chenle elbowed his side and jisung stopped moving, his mind in overdrive as he just froze, the steps not coming to mind.

"cut!" the dance director shouted, and all of them groaned. "jisung, are you alright?"

"yeah, i'm fine," jisung muttered, feeling his cheeks flush from the attention.

"we'll call lunch then," the dance director said, and donghyuck smiled cheekily.

"jisung's paying! so what will we have?" donghyuck asked, and the boys thought, chenle slumping against jisung as he drank water.

it was uncomfortable, but jisung didn't move from it and neither did chenle.

"i don't want to move," jaemin whined. "so let's just order delivery."

"chicken?" jeno asked, perking up as haechan pulled out his phone to order whatever they wished.

"not in the mood," renjun whined.

"pizza?" mark asked, and was met with groans. "fine, no pizza."

"what about bossam?" jeno suggested, and immediately everyone agreed, jisung silently bidding adieu to his wallet.

"make sure you get extra kimchi!"

"and cilantro!"

"ooh, add sauce!"

"saewujeot! saewujeot!"

"make sure there's extra doenjang!"

"coleslaw!"

"and rice!"

"do they have candied sweet potatoes?"

"my wallet isn't that big!" jisung groaned, burying his head in his hands as the older boys quieted.

"so no creamy bean sprout sauce?" chenle said softly, and jisung caved at the pout.

"you can get that."

"placed the order!" donghyuck declared, only just realising they were discussing what not to get. "oh. i ordered everything we said."

"it's fine," jisung muttered, calculating the money he had in his head. chenle noticed and his lips drew into a pout, knowing jisung had been saving up to buy them all little gifts.

well, he knew but he pretended not to know. he was legendary like that.

"i'll pay," chenle said quietly, and jisung looked at him, snapping out of his thoughts.

"no, no, i can't ask that of you. i messed up."

"and i can pay for it!"

"nuh uh!" the bickering continued, renjun eventually noticing and nudging jaemin, who chuckled quietly.

"they're really like a married couple." jaemin laughed, and renjun nodded as jaemin got jeno's attention.

"they sound like a couple on their first date arguing over who's paying," jeno smiled.

"didn't we agree they're pretty much married at this point?" donghyuck butted into the conversation, and mark rolled his eyes. "no seriously! you miss all the fights."

"they bicker over so much, but it's all harmless." renjun laughed.

"what're you five talking about?" chenle asked, finally noticing the others looking at him and jisung.

"you two and how you act like a married couple," jeno said honestly, and they got to watch both of them splutter and turn red.

"we're really just best friends, you and renjun bicker like this."

"it's because i like bickering," renjun said cheekily. "and besides, jeno's made out with me."

"that was once!"

"six times," renjun responded, and jaemin chuckled at his two crushes.

"yeah, i don't want to make out with chenle." jisung didn't know why, but it felt like he had just put a rock on his shoulders, and something flickered in chenle's eyes.

chenle, on the other hand, was confused as to why he felt disappointed. it wasn't like he wanted jisung to kiss him, it would be weird if he did.

their thoughts were shaken when haechan got the text that the food was there, and jisung got up to pay, grabbing his wallet, only for chenle to bolt past him, making jisung screech and race after him, chenle beating him and paying the delivery person and taking the food. jisung whined when he caught up with him, protesting that he should have been the one to pay.

"you paid for my food last night," chenle replied as they got back into the elevator, jisung taking some of the bags that chenle had heaped on his arms.

"i'm going to buy you ice cream for a whole week now," jisung replied, and chenle smiled, making jisung's chest feel weird.

"okay!"

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i want a girl to look at me the same way mark looks at haechan holding a watermelon. @ the universe is that really too much to ask?!