Ironically Married~ Chensung/Chenji

Chapter 14

"Do you think we could've been romantically involved in another life?" he bluntly asked, expecting either a very taken aback response or to be laughed at. Instead, he got another thoughtful silence.

"Perhaps. Maybe."

"Answer me honestly." Jisung frowned exaggeratingly at him, hoping his ears burning up wouldn't be too obvious.

"You know I do."

"Yes or no then."

"How would I know?"

"Just pick one. It's for science," Chenle balled up some of the blanket in a fist.

"Y-yes? I guess?" Jisung's lips pressed into a thin line. "Which one was I supposed to say?" Chenle had adjusted himself so he was lying flat on his back, looking at the small cracks on the ceiling.

"No wrong answer."

"Implying we have another life together," Jisung opened up a game on the laptop.

"Don't you think so?" he said, still staring upwards. "If we were cats, I wouldn't be surprised if we spent all nine lives together."

"And you say I'm the one with the pretty words," Jisung huffed, though not in a frustrated way.

"Would you not like that then?" Chenle said deadpanned, still unconsciously gripping the blanket tightly. Jisung sighed and stopped frustratingly drumming his fingers on the keyboard.

"I wouldn't mind it." Chenle smiled wistfully, the furious keyboard taps and grumbling lulling him into a bout of more peaceful slumber.

A sudden "my head hurts, please kiss it better," coming from the bed wasn't quite what Jisung would've thought Chenle would say once he woke up again. That, and also the fact that it had shocked him so much that he missed a shot and lost.

"Could've had better timing?"

"Well I'm sorry that my head doesn't cooperate with the pace of your game. Which by the way, you suck at."

"And yet how many times have you lost to me?" Jisung sat on the bed, placing a hand delicately on his forehead.

"...I said my head hurts," Chenle mumbled after a moment of silence, before Jisung laughed and removed his hand.

"Maybe not when you're sick? Maybe?" Chenle thought for a second, with a sullen pout.

"Hmf," he grumbled, turning over. "It's very warm in here." Jisung got up and headed to the kitchen.

"Not surprised- you were burning up. I'll see if there's medicine anywhere." Chenle made a couple disgruntled noises but drank whatever water was left in the bottle by his bedside, and gulped down more once Jisung came back with some pills. He smacked his lips.

"Better?"

"Of course not yet. But you know what has an instant effect?" Chenle said, still in a slight daze to Jisung's amusement; it was a rare occasion that he was ill, and deliriously tired Chenle was always the funniest to him.

He recalled some college days where Chenle had somehow ended up sleeping draped over his chair in his dorm, with Jisung sleeping on the floor and Jeno on his bed. Despite waking up first, Chenle had tripped over Jisung and fallen asleep next to him again; the only reason Jisung was aware of this was because Jeno told him months later. And still, once he'd woken up properly, he wouldn't stop talking about the most random topics unprompted, changing it without batting an eye.

"What does?" Chenle frowned.

"You were supposed to say 'and I said, not when you're sick' or some bullshit," he said Jisung's part mockingly, sliding down the backboard so he was lying down again. Jisung shrugged, upturning his hands.

"I said what I said and I meant what I said." Chenle closed his eyes.

"When's lunch? Or dinner, or...a meal," he said almost too calmly.

"Ordered. You know I can't cook shit."

"That would be very unsanitary, yes," Chenle's lips pressed into a pretty smile, and Jisung slapped him gently on the chest. Just before Jisung was about to answer, he said,

"I'm quitting next friday." There's the random topic change, he thought.

"Good for you," he said, genuinely encouraging. "I'm proud."

"What will I do after that though?"

"I mean..."

"Kun? I know, and I'm considering-"

"He seems pretty advanced an-"

"We'll see," he said resolutely. Just then, the doorbell rang, and Chenle barely opened his eyes as Jisung went to go get it. He came back with some satisfying smelling boxes and Chenle sat up.

"Bless you," he said, recognising the smell and grabbing a box and chopsticks. Jisung opened up one himself, letting the steam out.

"Food tastes better when you're sick, right?" Chenle replied with a contented slurp, making him giggle.