Ironically Married~ Chensung/Chenji

Chapter 4

Blasting their favourite songs through speakers may not have made organising the clutter any easier, but it at least certainly made it more fun. Other than a dinner break (take out, again. Paid by Jisung, again) they'd at least been attempting to put things away that they'd procrastinated on in the afternoon by instead going out. So far, it had been...an attempt. When they weren't trying to work out who owned something and where they should even put it (sometimes even debating why they brought it), they were singing along to whatever was playing, probably disturbing poor Kun.

"I literally haven't heard this song since highschool," Jisung said, passing the toaster to Chenle- now that was a kitchen appliance he could use. Use safely was questionable, but still, he could use it.

"Ahh the nostalgia," Chenle breathed. "The better times."

"Truly. But to be fair, life is pretty good right now."

"Great, you've jinxed it."

"No!" Chenle shook his head, automatically claiming a lava lamp both of them forgot they packed and taking it to his room.

"Everything you say is a curse to humanity."

"Zhong Chenle." Funnily enough, the song ended just then and there was cricket silence throughout the house.

"You're not funny at all, Jisung," came Chenle's voice at last when he headed back to the living room.

"Thanks, I try." And it was back to attempting to organise.

They'd mostly finished business late in the night (mostly finished as in given up), but rather than cricket silence, there was now a very comforting blanket of silence. The peace in knowing the other was just a room away. But peace only lasts so long in this household, apparently.

About half an hour after they'd said good night and gone to their rooms, Jisung cracked open Chenle's door and trudged to his bed where he was sat scrolling on his phone. Naturally, he shuffled over to make room, not at all surprised at the sudden weight on his left shoulder.

"What's everyone else doing?" Jisung yawned, snuggling himself in the blanket. Chenle shrugged, showing him the screen and scrolling a bit. He put his phone away, slinging an arm around his shoulders.

"How'd you know I'd be awake?"

"You always do final social media checks before bed."

"And why do you think we have separate rooms and both rooms have specifically single beds?"

"....look-"

"I know you couldn't sleep. But does that mean we both have to suffer as a result?"

"C'mon," Jisung gently took a jab at Chenle's side. "We've shared a sleeping bag before."

"Yeah, when we were both a lot smaller."

"Just for tonight? My room feels so big." Despite the fact that Chenle was now lying facing away from Jisung, he could still hear the natural pout in his voice. He'd always do that unknowingly when he wanted something, and somehow it worked every time.

"They're the same size." A small silence. And then Chenle sighed, Jisung immediately settling in and taking the other pillow.

"Just for tonight then."