And even when the alarm rang bright and early the following morning, Jisung barely flinched. He merely muttered something in his sleep as Chenle groaned, reaching onto the floor to turn it off. He immediately flopped back into bed, just for the comfort rather than to sleep. It wasn't like he could afford to sleep anymore anyway (quite literally; afford).
The joys of being an adult, he thought, leaving Jisung to sleep longer and stumbling to the bathroom before a quick granola bar breakfast and it would be out the door for work.
"Will I get tired of this? Will there be a day when I eventually get sick of him?" Dark thoughts to match the sky. God damn, it was early. He spit out the toothpaste roughly, doing a quick comb through his hair. He was beginning to regret dyeing it so much in college- it would take ages for it to get back to how it used to be. But, the bright green hair was worth it, aside from the fact that it was technically a dare he could've refused.
Now awake enough he padded back to his room to change, Jisung still quite asleep.
"As he will be for the next three hours I bet," Chenle smiled unknowingly fondly at him, pulling out whatever clothes were easiest from his closet. He must've closed the door a little too loudly though, from an annoyed mumble and stirring of blanket.
"Work?" Jisung tried to sit up but couldn't be bothered.
"Yeah. Go sleep more."
"Hm. Good luck," Jisung croaked, flipping over to his other side and savouring having the whole pillow to himself. Just as Chenle finished getting changed, he sat up properly and took a good look around the room.
"This...this isn't my room."
"Who's fault is that, huh?" Chenle studied himself in his standing mirror.
"Probably mine," Jisung said looking down at the blankets. "Everything is always my fault." Chenle sighed, straightening up a collar that was going to get not-so-straight within the next hour anyway.
"Sleep. It's too early for you."
"But you're up. I wanna be up too."
"You don't, but I appreciate that," Chenle said, about to head out the door.
"I wanna hug." Jisung lazily opened his arms out and made grabby hands in Chenle's direction. He still felt like a zombie after being woken up at such an early hour, and probably looked like it too. Chenle rolled his eyes and reached over the bed, loosely wrapping his arms around Jisung who's grip was unusually tight that morning.
"Hmm. Your chest is so cosy," Jisung hummed, eyes now starting to close. Chenle gently pushed him back onto his bed.
"Work hard later. See ya."
Jisung swore he only closed his eyes for half an hour more, yet when he next opened them, his phone practically shouted in his face "It's noon, what are you doing with your life".
"My best, okay?" he begrudgingly swung out of bed. Just as he popped some bread into the toaster (breakfast is the one meal you can have at any time of the day), there was a quiet knock on the door.
"Good morni- woah." Somehow unsurprisingly, it was Kun standing on the other side of the door.
"G'morning, Kun."
"...you-"
"I just woke up."
"I see." There was an awkward silence. "Do you want me to come back later? I was going to invite you over for lunch but..." Kun eyed him up and down, though not judgmentally. Rather, the corners of his lips gently tugged into a smile. "I can wait if you-"
"I'll change and eat some toast since it's already in the making." Sometimes I forget the world has not-Chenles, Jisung thought, regretting how dreadfully awkward he was.
"Alright! I'll come back in 15 then!" Kun grinned. It was comforting that it didn't seem forced, at least to Jisung.
A little more than 15 minutes later and Jisung was seated on a picnic blanket, in an unfamiliar living room with a mug of tea being offered to him.
"Hope you like earl grey, 'cause that's all I got right now," Kun said, setting down a tray with other goodies on it.
"Never tried," Jisung eyed it suspiciously to Kun's amusement.
"Well, it has caffeine. Less than coffee, but it's good enough for an afternoon." At that, Jisung took a sip, flinching at how hot it still was.
"Would be nice if I could tell what it tasted like," Jisung stuck his tongue out and fanned it. Kun blew on his mug a little and also took a sip.
"For your information, it tastes exactly how you'd expect it to taste. But anyways, I don't mean to pry but where was Chenle?"
"At work," Jisung answered once his tongue had stopped stinging. Kun's mouth made an 'o' shape.
"What does he work as?"
"He works in retail. I admire his strength a lot." Jisung blew excessively on his mug and took another sip (Who would've thought- it tastes exactly how I expected it to, he thought).
"I can tell. And are you working then?"
"I uh...write. Or at least try to. I take the odd job occasionally too, for the money," Jisung helped himself to a slice of pizza (Wouldn't be surprised if it was home-made). "It's been hard these days but I'm already too far in to scrap it completely."
"Ooh, I know that feeling. I make music so I get that a lot. You just gotta power through it and go all in," Kun nodded, vaguely gesturing to match his words. "I'm lucky enough to have a small home studio that I do most of my work in. Though my husband, Ten, is constantly nagging at me to get some better sound proofing for it. Whenever he's on a business trip like now...the peace in this apartment..." Jisung took in the soft smile as Kun mentioned Ten.
They continued to eat and talk for the next couple hours or so, the picnic blanket in fact quite comfortable especially when surrounded by pillows and blankets. In Kun's words: "We couldn't choose what table and chairs to get so we saved some money and used this instead."
He was also gracious enough to let Jisung tinker around with the studio (with much needed supervision, of course).
"So, how did you two come to the agreement?" Kun asked tentatively, adjusting some sliders back to their original positions. "Childhood pact or...?"
"I think it started off as more of a joke but the more we thought about it the more we actually thought it could be feasible. I mean, neither of us would want to spend our lives with anyone else. It wasn't so hard," Jisung shrugged, as if it were no big deal.
"Ah," Kun nodded. "Connections like that are hard to find- take that from me. Hold onto them tight. God, that makes me sound old," he chuckled to himself.
"Aren't you though?" Jisung joked, still messing around with the midi keyboard. Kun rolled his eyes.
"And maybe I am. You'll be one day as well. Just don't let that day be any time soon."
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Ironically Married~ Chensung/Chenji
Fanfiction"Let's get you to bed then, big baby." "You need sleep too!" Jisung protested but did nothing to resist being pulled to his room. Chenle made a clicking sound. "I'll survive. I've had worse sleep schedules before and you know it. You on the other h...
