Ironically Married~ Chensung/Chenji

Chapter 1

"I'm gonna wait 'til next April for you to tell me that this is a joke," Jeno heaved yet another box into the living room, Chenle carrying a smaller one behind him. He placed his on the sofa, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Do you think we'd take a joke this far in?"

"Absolutely."

"...We probably would though..." Jisung mumbled from pushing a slightly larger one into the house. There was a muffled thump as the box hit the back of the sofa.

"Not the point," Chenle waved his hand dismissively before going back to fanning himself. "We're in this shit for life now."

"I'll still wait 'til April," Jeno said, carrying another box inside. "How much stuff do you have?"

"As much as there are boxes of it," Chenle replied breezily.

"One could say: a lot."

"No fucking shit," Jeno said, the ripping of cardboard and masking tape almost drowning him out. Perhaps they'd packed these boxes slightly too well, but at least no one had heard broken glass yet. But who were they kidding anyway- it wasn't as if they owned many glass objects, other than that one crystal glass Chenle's mum had insisted he brought along as it was somehow a family heir. Jisung never dared touch it in case it shattered with one touch. Even when he used to visit on Saturday evenings when they were younger, he used to be scared to even look at it- Chenle convinced him that it was cursed and magical. Now of course, he knew better, but he still feared that glass to no end.

"Oh my god...Jisung you didn't..."

"Did you find him?"

"You brought Waldy?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Who, what, when and why," Jeno shook out his hair, a concerned look crossing his face.

"Waldy, waffle machine, a month ago, because I like waffles," Jisung said matter-of-factly.

"No one questions Waldy," Chenle's head popped out from behind a bigger box. "He produces waffles; compared to him you are nothing," he said in a completely straight face, blowing the hair from his eyes. One of these days he would get a haircut, and he was planning for that day to be in the far future.

Despite the fact that there were still a couple more boxes to move in, Jisung went over and organised his hair, gently blowing off some dust from the top of his head.

"Old meme," he grinned and dashed out before Chenle could even attempt to throw a punch on his arm. Jeno stood by, rolling his eyes and ripping open a box too.

"Have you two christened any other inanimate kitchen objects?"

"Well..." Chenle dragged on, "I think we named an old kitchen timer Eggbert, because it was a chicken. Is that right, Jisung?" He called into the corridor outside. It was followed by a loud groan and laughter from Jeno's side.

"This box has to be yours- it's so damn heavy."

"No swearing in my household."

"Fuck you," sang Jisung as he finally dropped the box in the living room and wiped his hands. "This is the most physical workout I've had in the past six months thanks to you."

"You're welcome then. Is that all?"

"Jisung and I carried about 80% of the boxes between us- this is forced labour!" Jeno pushed Chenle towards the door despite his screaming protests.