Ironically Married~ Chensung/Chenji

Chapter 3

The first thought that popped into Chenle's head as soon as he woke up was: why are those boxes staring at me? The second one was why is Jisung making so much noise?

"Our sofa is surprisingly comfortable." Third thought: oh my god, this is real. Our. Oh my god.

"The fact that you've made my morning coffee for me doesn't distract from the fact you haven't touched a box since yesterday," Chenle croaked, sitting at the dining table (on a chair this time) whilst Jisung tinkered with the stove, yelping as the stove did what a stove does. He took a sip, still staring at Jisung with as blank of an expression as he could manage in the morning. At that point, he was past being concerned and more expectantly waiting on disaster.

"You might not wanna try anything in there whilst there's dry cardboard boxes everywhere," he said, taking another sip before heading to the bathroom to wash his face.

"New life, new me. I gotta learn at some point any- ah!" he yelped again as a droplet of boiling water splattered out of the pan.

"Or...you could've unpacked the kettle in the box labeled 'kitchen'," Chenle sighed, studying himself in the mirror- mainly for himself more than anything. There was one final crackle from the stove and a sigh.

"I couldn't find the boxcutter," he admitted, and Chenle couldn't help but burst into laughter at that.

"What a dumbass."

"You- I-"

"Yeah exactly, you didn't even touch the boxcutter yesterday," Chenle rolled his eyes, satisfied with his appearance and went to fetch it from one of the already opened boxes. Placing it on the table, he took another sip of the coffee- just how he liked it.

"At least I carried in more than you!" Jisung retorted, giving up with the stove and settling for convenience store biscuits they'd gotten from the petrol station on the way here. He sat down opposite Chenle and gave him a look as if to say "your turn now". But Chenle just shook his head and continued to drink, avoiding eye contact as usual.

"Thanks for this though," he finally said, setting the mug down and grabbing the boxcutter. "Don't know how you managed to make it without a kettle or getting the stove to work though." Jisung shrugged.

"It knew I was making it for you so it decided to work I guess. But you'll know if or when we both die of gas poisoning," he gave an exaggerated grin.

A couple hours of wandering through the area later, they found themselves in a small library down the road, opposite a park.

"You could come here during the day to work if you want, Jisung," Chenle at least attempted to whisper. Neither of them were particularly fond of reading much these days, although there was an incident when they were younger when Jisung accidentally dropped a book from a higher shelf onto Chenle's head when he was reading- to this day he insisted libraries were a curse to him.

"Too troublesome," Jisung replied, slotting some book he'd barely skimmed the blurb of back on the shelf. "Home is best."

"You do realise I won't be there most of the time anyway?"

"Exactly," he said without missing a beat. He had to practically run to the exit to avoid getting hit, although once they got out and let out the pent up laughter, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Well this is cosy," Chenle commented as they entered the cafe upstairs. "You could-"

"I know very well what I could do," Jisung interrupted, casting a small frown at Chenle who merely grinned. "You hungry?" The menu offered a variety of cakes and drinks, but as with any town cafe they were probably overpriced as hell.

"Always. Please assume I'm hungry always."

"Then you pay. I didn't bring my wallet out."

"...never mind, I'm never hungry ever," Chenle dragged the two of them out, spluttering with laughter again.

"If my time goes by this fast whenever I'm with you then I'll be dead in a week," Jisung thought, snapping the obligatory "strolling through our neighbourhood park for the first time" picture of Chenle; it would be the first decent picture he'd gotten of him in the past three months at least (the rest were all memes).

"It better not be a selfie!" Chenle bounded up to him and took the phone from him. "Not bad, not bad at all. You want one?" Jisung shook his head, continuing to walk and Chenle naturally following behind.

"I look bad today."

"Today?" Chenle cast a cheeky glance at him, kicking the gravel on the path into the grass.

"Oi! Worse than usual then," he compromised. They walked a couple steps more before Chenle murmured,

"Just kidding. You're naturally good looking anyway."

"Huh?"

"You're not so bad looking. Wanna go back now?"

They arrived back fairly late; sunlight streaming prettily through the window into the living room and kitchen area. Jisung tossed aside his bag and headed straight to his room.

"Dibs on showering first. It was damn hot today."

"...hot damn," Chenle commented offhandedly putting away the extra groceries they'd stopped by to get just now. Yet another pack of cookies, a toothbrush because Jisung had somehow lost his, a sponge, and cereal. They would probably finish the food items in the next day or two.

"Call the police and the fireman," Jisung sang along. That morning they'd done the majority of the unpacking (snacking in between boxes) but by "unpacking" he meant...everything was roughly where it should've been. But in no way was it ordered or organised.

"Good talk," he said, and Chenle could sense the exaggerated pout in his voice when he hadn't finished the lyrics. "But where are my socks?"

"Hm. Somewhere in this vicinity, I'd assume," Chenle took a glance around the living room before ripping the new packet of cookies open and sneaking one. "Check my wardrobe."

"Why would they be there?"

"Just check." And a little while later, Jisung emerged from Chenle's room, socks in hand.

"I told you so."

"Did I put them there?" he asked, heading to the bathroom. Chenle shrugged.

"Probably. God knows I wouldn't mistake your stinky socks for mine."

"Don't act like yours aren't any worse."

"Jisung, I rarely even wear socks. I don't think I even brought any," Chenle tried to reason, digging through a final box labelled "whatever, wherever". He mentally thanked past him for labelling it so infuriatingly vaguely, but to be fair the items inside really were random: one of Jisung's final art exam pieces that his mum insisted he kept, a table clock, and a couple stuffed animals that honestly neither of them knew where they got, why they got and who owned them.

"Well, they're mine now," Chenle thought, throwing them in the general direction of his room. "A clock? Who cares about time?"

"You have a point. But it's not a good one," Jisung called over the shower's woosh. "God, where's the shampoo? And don't you dare say you don't even use it because..." he trailed off, and Chenle giggled to himself; crashing of various bottles from inside the bathroom was a little amusing.

"Because what?"

"Never mind! Why was it by the sink..."

"Because what?" Chenle tried again, making his own little racket in the living room.

"What did you say?" the noises from the shower were too loud now, and an active construction site nearby wasn't helping.

"Never mind."