Ironically Married~ Chensung/Chenji

Chapter 2

"Last phase: unpacking," Chenle announced as the door closed behind Jeno once and for all.

"Correction: eating," Jisung slumped onto the sofa and immediately regretted it from the puff of dust it replied with.

"Serves you right," Chenle had pulled out his phone whilst Jisung grumbled, saying he would take a shower. Most of the living room was still covered with boxes, and knowing them, it would probably stay like that for the next month or so. Maybe longer.

He supposed the rush of excitement had worn off for the most part now- the moments when it had finally sunk in that this was their new shared reality. This was it.

Chenle had always been quite fond of new beginnings and this was no exception. Surprisingly though, he found himself hoping that this would be one of his last beginnings. To have it any other way would be completely unacceptable- to spend the rest of his life with anyone else was unthinkable. No; neither of them would ever take such an offer even if it earned them a billion dollars. Never.

"Uh, Chenle," Jisung poked his head around the corner of the bathroom door. "...I may have realised..." he trailed off, hoping Chenle would say it to save him from the embarrassment. But alas, Chenle merely stared at him as if to say "go on, admit it" knowing full well what he was going to say.

"...I may have forgotten to unpack the suitcase first and now I don't have clothes. Or a towel for that matter but I think the bathroom mat is the same material anyway." If it wasn't already obvious that this was Jisung's first time living without his parents, it was glaringly obvious now.

"I had my clothes for myself on the bed but I'll get them..." Chenle sighed and reluctantly got up from his surprisingly comfortable position lying on the tabletop.

"You better!"

"Hmm," he hummed in reply, throwing his hoodie and shorts across the corridor. "I'll have to do everything around here, I see."

"We'll see about that!" came Jisung's muffled voice- apparently the walls were a tad bit thin here.

"Park Jisung, I have absolutely no faith that that claim will last more than a day."

"Bet."

"No."

"You just don't wanna lose," Jisung said, emerging from the bathroom and roughly combing his hair with his fingers, towel wrapped around his waist.

"You just don't wanna lose," Chenle repeated mockingly earning himself a frown and a finger gun accompanied by a rather sad 'pew pew' sound effect. Just then, the doorbell rang.

"You pay. I ordered," Chenle immediately said, retreating into his bedroom to unpack more clothes for himself now. Jisung whined in protest but gave in anyway.

"Good evening. Did you two just move in?" wasn't quite what Jisung was expecting to hear when he opened the door. He also wasn't quite expecting to see a not-delivery person dressed in basically pyjamas to be knocking at their door.

"Uh. Yes. And you are?"

"Qian Kun, I live next door." God, this sort of business. "I noticed the moving truck outside and saw a bunch of boxes here earlier."

"Ah. Yes."

"So...you are...?"

"I'm Park Jisung."

"I don't smell chicken, what's happening?" Chenle walked out from his bedroom, a curious look crossing his face then.

"I'm Kun, your neighbour. And you're?"

"Oh, I'm Chenle."

"I see. And you two are roommates, I take?" The pair exchanged at first shocked then panicked glances before Chenle's senses kicked back in. It was a simple enough question, right?

"Actually we're married-" he started.

"-but like, platonically. But roommates works too I guess?" Jisung looked to Chenle for confirmation but only got a blank, wide eyed gaze back. Kun started to nod slowly.

"I see. That's a good idea," he smiled politely at the both of them. Jisung just hoped he wouldn't be able to see their hearts basically jumping out of their chest from the anxiety of saying this out loud in front of a stranger. Or just...speaking to a stranger in general. But at last, the delivery arrived and gave them an excuse to say a stiff goodbye.

Once the door closed on them and the chicken was safely on the table, Jisung collapsed onto the sofa.

"That was fun."

"For sure," Chenle distributed the chicken between the two of them, sitting at the other end of the sofa so that Jisung's feet were on his lap. "Seems like a decent person though."

"That was scary," Jisung lay back.

"This was your idea," Chenle said through a mouthful. "We legally didn't have to move in together."

"...and yet we did anyway."

"Indeed," Chenle sighed, one hand on his phone and the other holding a chicken wing. The pair sat in silence, not exactly caring about crumbs getting on the sofa anymore (that was a claim they both agreed wouldn't last a day).

Quite soon, the box finished and Jisung had conveniently fallen asleep after agreeing to unpack more boxes. Typical, thought Chenle as he packed up the scraps to throw away. But still, the boxes wouldn't run away overnight. He placed the other sofa pillow on Jisung's chest, getting a murmur of thanks and that familiar soft smile. Unchanging.