Ironically Married~ Chensung/Chenji

Chapter 12

If it hadn't been for Chenle's weekend alarm being on (which he'd nearly forgotten to turn on), both of them would've woken up at 4pm. Despite Chenle basically kicking down Jisung's door, nothing even stirred from the bed. And despite just waking up, he had the energy to practically throw himself onto Jisung (still unmoving).

"This is unfair, why is your bed cosier than mine," Chenle complained, nearly tempted to just snuggle in and fall asleep again.

"Hm," Jisung shuffled over a bit, only to receive a light slap on the shoulder.

"Get the hell up."

"I disagree," he said, turning over to his other side and grabbing at Chenle, who was trying his best to resist anyway.

"Will you get up if I say we can go visit a shelter or something later?" At that, Jisung sighed contently, rubbing his eyes open and wrapping his arms around Chenle's waist.

"That would be nice," he said softly, nearly endearingly. Chenle rolled his eyes, shaking him more awake.

"Then get up, idiot," he mustered the strength to remove Jisung's grip and stand back up. Jisung sat up and rubbed his eyes some more, whilst Chenle stood by the door. "Fully up. The moment I leave you're just gonna lie back down."

"You don't know that," Jisung said cheekily as he flopped back down, only to be tackled by Chenle tickling him. "Okay! Okay! I was kidding!" he struggled and started to tickle him back. They went back and forth, the odd scream here and there before Chenle pulled him up and pushed him towards the door.

"Sometimes you're completely hopeless," he said with a smile on his face. Jisung pinched his cheek as he headed out the door.

"You should know that by now."

"And like I said, I wouldn't have it any other way."

Jisung had been the one who wanted to at least visit the shelter down the road, and yet somehow Chenle had been the one squealing half the time. The other half of the time, he'd been amicably chatting with one staff in particular, as Jisung was in his own world petting a kitten.

"I know you can see my name on my tag, but I never got yours?" the staff with the name tag "Taeyong" on it. The genuine joy he radiated as he'd offered the kitten to Jisung was refreshing in a way.

"Chenle. And that's Jisung," he pointed at him. Taeyong nodded.

"Good to know, because I'll probably see you two here more often! Are you thinking of adopting?" They exchanged glances.

"Fostering? Maybe?" Chenle suggested before Jisung could say otherwise. They hadn't previously figured out a compromise, but he'd be lying if he said fostering honestly wasn't a bad idea. He mentally gave himself a pat on the back.

"Amazing! We could always use more foster parents these days. It's hard, but it really is a joy," Taeyong beamed.

"What is it like?" Jisung gazed up at them from his spot on the floor, another kitten clambering into his lap. Chenle scooped up the other one into his, sitting opposite him.

"Depends on who you take in and for how long. I've had some angels, I've had nightmares," Taeyong explained. "Mostly nightmares if I'm honest, but in a good way. Nice nightmares. The little rascals," he let a kitten bite at his shoe, as if to prove his words true.

"Ah. What's the process like then?" Chenle asked, Jisung's eyes widening in mild shock. He zoned out momentarily, heart pounding, before the kitten clawed at his hand to keep on petting it.

"We'd have to ask you some questions first, you know- get a gauge of how suitable you are. And then go see your accommodation...routine stuff." Chenle nodded, unaware of the puppy eyes he was receiving, and now gradually getting more and more mesmerized by the tiny mewling being in his lap. A thought briefly crossed Jisung's mind as he observed the two, but he was quickly distracted again.

"It's cute," he mumbled, not quite sure who he was referring to. Possibly one more than the other.

"I'm required to supervise you, but I'll be just there cleaning out some cages, alright?" Taeyong leaned down to peel the kitten off his shoe. "I trust you two won't harm them anyway, but I also don't want to lose my job."

"Thank you," Jisung smiled, his attention almost immediately split again between the kitten and Chenle. If he were younger, he might've said he was alone with three kittens- he giggled at that thought. Now one had grown up.

He found his gaze wandering over to Chenle, specifically his face; something he might call home, at least for his eyes. Both of them seemed to be unconsciously smiling, for different reasons.