Ironically Married~ Chensung/Chenji

Chapter 6

Jisung was probably over-worrying as usual, but just why had Chenle not arrived back yet? He glanced at the clock for the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes, words refusing to transfer from brain to page. Until at last:

"Not that I advocate you starve, but I hope you haven't eaten yet 'cause I brought your favourite..." a familiar voice to match a familiar face made Jisung let go a breath he didn't know he was holding. He immediately rushed to the door, first hugging Chenle and then taking the bag.

"Have you eaten yet though?" Chenle shrugged, taking off his jacket and heading straight for his room.

"Not yet. Don't wait for me though- like I said, I don't advocate you starving." Jisung grinned to himself as Chenle went out of view. He separated the food into two dishes, keeping one in the microwave to number one: keep it warm and number two: not tempt him to eat more than he should.

"Thank you Chenle!"

"Hm," he hummed in reply. "Enjoy it. You probably deserve it anyway."

After dinner it was back to attempting to write at least a bit more for Jisung, whilst Chenle had headphones in, occasionally giggling at his screen. He sighed for the seventh time (who was keeping count?), laying his head on the desk. He could've probably just fallen asleep there and then if it hadn't been for Chenle poking him on the arm.

"Oi. You have a bedroom for a reason." Jisung sat up, but lay on top of Chenle's hand instead.

"Aren't you tired?"

"I should be asking you that. Did you do anything out of the usual today?"

"Ate lunch at Kun's place. Chit-chat. He's nice but now I'm sorta drained..." Chenle clicked off of something on his laptop, then firmly closed Jisung's laptop too.

"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 hand, I'm not so sure of," Chenle practically pushed him into his bed as if to say "and stay there". As soon as his head had hit the pillow, the tiredness truly took over Jisung. But just before Chenle closed the door,

"And Chenle?" he turned around, light from the living room prettily silhouetting him. "I don't deserve you." Chenle scoffed.

"Pft, what are we? Marri-" there was a moment of comedic silence, before Jisung burst into laughter and Chenle just shook his head and closed the door.