nct imagines

chenle - rainy day

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"oh my god! it's raining cats and dogs out there!" chenle yelled when he walked back into the house. you heard the front door close, "there's no way we can go to the farmers market!" he said while you walked into the hallway with a laundry basket full of clothes that needed to be put away.

"the weather channel said it won't rain tomorrow, we can go after breakfast tomorrow," you said to him as chenle untied his shoes.

he nodded, "yea." he placed his shoes in the shoe cabinet that was next to him. "hey, do you need help doing laundry?" he asked.

"this basket is my clothes. yours are still in the laundry room," you said to him and started walking to your shared room. you placed the basket on the bed and started sorting your clothes into different piles.

"why do we own so many clothes?" chenle asked from the other room.

"because of our jobs!" you responded. "with you being a singer and me being a model, we're bound to have a lot of clothes."

chenle walked in the room with another basket but it had his clothes inside of it, "maybe we need to get rid of some of these..." he put his basket on the bed and started folding whatever he had grabbed.

"once everything is put away, we can go through them and donate some," you said to him. "or you could give them to the guys."

"heck no."

you laughed at his response. then, you grabbed the remote to the tv and turned it on. "what do you want to watch?" you asked him and scrolled through the channel list.

"just play a music show. if you put on a tv show, i won't fold anything," chenle truthfully responded.

you nodded, "okay." you clicked a rerun of a music show from a few weeks ago. you tossed the remote onto the bed and resumed sorting. "so what did you want to buy at the farmers market, chenle?" you asked him.

"remember that lady who sells honey? she said she would have jam this week. i wanted to try it," chenle answered.

"oh, i remember her mentioning that," you recalled from the weekend before. then, you started to hang your shirts and placed them in the walk-in closet. you hummed to the song that played on the tv as you went back and forth between the bed and the closet. as you combed through the closet for extra hangers, you heard chenle laugh. then he laughed again but louder, "chenle, what are you doing?" you asked him, not looking over to see what he was doing.

"nothing," he answered. you fixed a few shirts before hearing chenle speak again, "hey babe," he called out.

"yea?" you placed a shirt onto the rack and looked over. chenle stood in the doorway wearing a dress you wore the other day on the runway. you looked away and ignored it, but then whipped your head back once you realized what chenle was wearing, "WHAT?" you spoke in confusion. "why do you look good in my dress?" you asked him while he smiled and checked himself out in the mirror that was attached to the door. "how did you even fit in it? you're bigger than me." you asked him.

"i didn't," chenle said and turned away from you. you saw the zipper was undone, "i couldn't zip it up all the way. if i try, i'll probably rip it."

you walked past him and out into the bedroom, "it scares me that you actually look good in it."

"there's no way i look good in this. you definitely look better than me in this," chenle said. the dress appeared before your eyes and you took it into your hands. you took it and placed it in a pile of clothes that needed to be hung up. "maybe i should try girl clothes more often," chenle thought out loud and put on the shirt he had been wearing earlier.

"i'd pay to see you do that," you said and started folding your pairs of jeans.

"why pay," chenle started and swiped a pair of jeans from your side, "when i can try your clothes on?" he laughed.

"nope, nope, nope, those are my favorite pair!" you reached for the jeans in his hands but chenle swiped them away from you again. "chenle! give me back my jeans!" you ran around the bed but he ran into the bathroom and locked the door. "chenle!" you knocked on the door, "those are my favorites! don't wear them, please!"

"hey, i let you wear my clothes all the time," chenle said through the door.

"i swear to god, if you stretch them out, i will strangle you with a scarf," you threatened.

"hey! i actually look good in these too."

"take. them. off!"