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things between jisung and chenle didn't change after what happened like they both worried it would, kind of. chenle only found himself more obsessed with jisung and his hyperspermia now that he'd seen in happen in person.

it’s kind of ridiculous- he thought seeing it once would make the feeling fade, but instead, it only made him want it more. he hadn't told jaemin about the newfound secret between him and jisung yet, though he knew jaemin was itching to find out.

anyway, by "kind of," he meant how close he and jisung had become again. chenle found himself wanting to be near jisung all the time: trailing him around the dorm, chatting nonstop about anything and everything, hanging out in his room, or curling up beside him on the couch.

and it wasn’t like jisung minded. in fact, jisung was glad their bond hadn’t changed for the worse. though deep down, he secretly worried this closeness might awaken something more in chenle, a fear he would soon realize was true.

with both jisung and jeno out of the dorm, chenle figures it’s the perfect time to update jaemin. a few days have passed since that moment with jisung when chenle knocks on jaemins door, hearing jaemin call out for him to come in. as jaemins eyes land on chenle, a knowing smirk spreads across his face, full of excitement.

"are you here to tell me good news?" jaemin asks, causing chenle to scoff as he shuts the door behind him. "you mean if jisung came on me?" chenle replies, walking over to join jaemin on his bed, and jaemin nods aggressively.

"yeah, i jerked him off and he came on my stomach." chenle confesses bluntly, he listens to jaemin dramatically gasp. "okay, you can't tell me that nothing is going on between you guys now." he says, but chenle just shrugs lightly. "there's nothing," he says, pursing his lips as jaemin gives him a disbelieving look. "seriously! nothing's changed, we're still just friends." he adds, he watches jaemin raise an disbelieving eyebrow at him.

"okay, okay. i’m just glad it’s not weird like you were worried it would be,” jaemin says, and chenle nods in agreement. "me too. i honestly thought it would be. i mean, everyone saw how he ignored me for almost a whole week after i told him," chenle admits with a sigh.

"god, i'm so jealous," jaemin says, and chenle tilts his head, curious. "i wish i could just ask jeno things like that and have it not be weird," jaemin adds. chenle shrugs lightly. "well, if it worked for me, maybe it could work for you," he suggests. but jaemin just shakes his head.

"jeno's different from jisung. plus, i could never get the courage to ask him," jaemin replies with a sigh. chenle pokes his tongue against the side of his cheek. "i want it again," he blurts out, hearing jaemin scoff at the sudden change of topic.

"then ask him?" jaemin says like it's that simple, and chenle pouts. "i dunno, i feel like he's not going to want to do it again." chenle says, sighing, and jaemin shrugs. "i hate to sound like a broken record here, chenle, but just ask him. it's not like it's going to be anything new for him to hear." he says, and chenle knows he's right.

but still, it's not like they agreed for this to be a regular thing. when chenle finally got up to shower, he came back to his room to find jisung had already disappeared, and they never talked about it again. in his own defense, he did tell jisung that he'd probably crave it everyday for the rest of his life- if jisung took that as a joke, then that's his own fault.

"i don’t even know why i’m so scared to ask," chenle admits. "when this all started, i'd just walk up to him and say what i wanted. but now that it’s actually happened, it feels different." jaemin nods, understanding. "it’s one thing to say things, but another to actually do them, i guess." chenle pouts, feeling the weight of that truth.

he sits there for a moment thinking; maybe jaemin is right. jisung agreed once before, so what harm would it do in asking for it again? it's not like it'll come as a shock, if anything jisung will just tell him to go away and stop asking him, or he'll agree; chenle is sure he can handle both possibilities.

"i'm gonna ask him when he gets home," chenle says, nodding with determination. it’s not the end of the world to just ask, right? "proud of you," jaemin jokes, and chenle stands up, smiling with hands on his hips.

"hey, while we're at it," chenle adds, making jaemin raise a curious eyebrow. "i really think jeno would say yes if you just asked," chenle says with a shrug. jaemin tsks, waving a hand dismissively. "not interested," he lies. chenle laughs softly, nods, and leaves jaemin to himself. then chenle finds himself nearly drifting off under jisung's covers, waiting for the raven to get home. by the time jisung opens his door, chenle's eyes are closed, mouth slightly open, soft snores escaping.

"chenle?" jisung calls, sighing softly as he walks over to his bed which is now claimed by the smaller boy. chenle jolts awake at the sound of his name, blinking up at jisungs disapproving gaze. "you do have your own bed, you know," jisung says, but chenle just whines, pulling jisungs black duvet tighter around himself.

"i wanted to talk to you, but you took too long," chenle mumbles with a yawn. jisung shakes his head, gently nudging chenle to the other side of the bed so he can sit on the edge.

jisungs wearing a black singlet with grey sweatpants, his hair is messy and damp, and his skin is glistening with sweat- chenle realizes that he's been at the gym. "what do you want? i need to shower." jisung says, running his hand through his hair, chenle bites his lip. maybe he's obsessed with just more than cum, because the sweat on jisungs skin is literally begging to be licked.

"um," chenle says, slightly distracted from his previous mission, even though what's clouding his mind is exactly what his mission entails. "would you ever want to, like, do it again?" chenle says, he watches jisungs body freeze.

it takes a moment for jisungs brain to catch up, then he glances over at chenle, still curled comfortably in his bed. "are you serious?" he asks, and chenle shrugs, bracing himself for a no.

"if you want," he mutters, pulling the blanket over his face. "i thought it was just going to be a one time thing, le." jisung tells him, and chenle sighs, rolling over to face away from jisung. "i did too, but... i don't know, sorry." chenle says, feeling disappointment cloud through him.

if jisung says no, then he'll leave it alone. for real this time, he'll drop the topic and go back to living how they used to before he found out about jisungs hyperspermia; he was fine before this, he'll be fine again.

"i just want to understand what this is going to look like, chenle." jisung says, chenle furrows his eyebrows, pulling himself up to sit up and look over at him. "what do you mean?" he asks, jisung sighs, turning around to properly face chenle.

"just, this is because of your kink, right? i mean, you don't have feelings for me or anything?" he asks, chenle picks at the skin around his nails. "yeah," he says simply, because he's not really sure what else to say- he doesn't want jisung to think he's just using him for it, either.

"and would this be a reoccurring thing?" he then asks, and chenle shrugs. "if you were okay with that." he says, because honestly, he already knows that he's just going to keep wanting this. maybe there's something laced in jisungs cum, because chenles starting to feel like it's some drug he's becoming addicted to.

"would it just be like it was the other night? just shit like handjobs or whatever?" jisung then asks, and chenle finds himself shrugging again, clearing his throat before he speaks. "depends.." he says, jisung tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. "depends on what?" he replies, chenle swallows as he looks up at him.

"depends on what you're okay with, i guess," chenle replies softly. jisung scoffs, and chenle looks over at him. "what about what you’re okay with?" jisung asks. chenle closes his eyes briefly, then says, "well, i kind of want everything, so..." jisung shakes his head, takes a deep breath like he can't quite believe it.

"what do i get out of this?" he asks, and chenle shrugs. "you get to give your right hand a break." he jokes, jisung lets out an amused sound. "that's stupid." he argues, chenle frowns, "it's not. if you're horny then just come to me, that's what you get out of it." he argues back, jisung sighs quietly.

"so you want to be fuck buddies?" jisung asks, raising an eyebrow. chenle shakes his head, not liking how that sounds. "friends with benefits," he corrects quietly, jisung chuckles softly. "that’s literally the same thing," he says with a playful tsks.

"it's not, fuck buddies have nothing to do with each other except sex. friends with benefits are friends who have sex." chenle clarifies, he watches as jisung turns away from him, running a hand through his hair again. "you're insane." he mutters.

chenle sits quietly, letting jisung mull over the idea. he hears jisung inhale deeply, then shifts slightly before meeting chenles gaze again. "okay," jisung says finally, "let’s be friends with benefits." chenle nearly jumps out of bed, his excitement barely contained.

he has jisungs cum in the damn palm of his hands, ready for him whenever he wants- he's not sure there's anything better in this entire world. "good, let me suck your dick." chenle says, going to move around jisung but the man blocks chenle with his arm.

"jesus, chenle." he says, shock present in his voice like he wasn't expecting chenle to just get right into it. "what? you agreed, didn't you?" chenle fights back, jisung laughs in his face. "yeah, but i just got back from the gym, i need to shower." he says, chenle just shakes his head.

"no, i want it now." he complains, but jisung shakes his head again. "i'm all sweaty and gross," he says back, but chenle shrugs with a smile on his face. "even better." he tells jisung, who's expression forms into one of disgust.

"wait," jisung says, shaking his hand in front of chenle, "i've never cum in someones mouth before," he says like it's a valid argument, but chenle just gives him a look that says "are you serious?", because he literally watched chenle willingly eat his cum in front of him only a few nights ago.

"there’s a first time for everything, jisung," chenle counters, fighting back a smile. jisung sighs softly, shifting his arm away from blocking chenle’s movement. chenle seizes the moment, sliding off the bed to kneel in front of jisung.

"it's gonna go all over your face," jisung adds, chenles not sure if he's trying to warn him, but it's not like he cares. "good." chenle says, and jisung groans at him. "this is disgusting." jisung says, and chenle shrugs innocently, "i like disgusting." he says back, he watches jisung nod. "i'm aware," he mutters, shifting slightly on the bed.

"you really want this? i can just shower quickly and you can do it after," jisung says, but chenle shakes his head lightly. "please?" he whispers, hands finding their way to rest on jisungs thighs, he watches jisung close his eyes and take a breath, before clearing his throat and nodding. "yeah, go for it." he says, watching chenle smirk happily.

chenle doesn't waste a second before his hands are on jisung waistband, looking up at him for any displeasure, he only sees a look that's either just complete bewilderment or disgust about chenle wanting this, so he gently tugs.

jisung lifts his hips, letting chenle slide the fabric out from underneath him, sliding it down his legs and off from his ankles. when he looks down at the bulge in jisungs boxers, there's wet patches that chenle can only assume is sweat from working out, and it makes his mouth genuinely salivate.

he considers palming jisung through his boxers again like he did the other night, but truthfully, he just wants the damn thing in his mouth, so he goes to pull down the boxers too, jisungs hand stops him. "wait-" he says, shifting against the bed again. "i'm not hard," he says, and chenle lets out a small wine.

"don't care," he replies, he listens to jisungs shock of disbelief, and chenle wonders why jisung even cares about him seeing his dick when it's not hard- it's not like it makes much of a difference. "oh my god," jisung whispers, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. "do what you want, then." he says, chenle smiles in accomplishment.

he goes to pull down the boxers again, and this time, jisung lifts his hips, allowing chenle to pull them off. chenle pushes jisungs legs further apart, sliding himself in closer, licking his lips as he eyes up jisungs dick.

he lets his fingers wrap around it, tugging lightly, watching intently as it begins to twitch in his hand. he listens to jisungs breathing start to speed up, and just because he's curious how jisung would react, he leans down, letting the tip of his tongue gently lick jisungs tip.

the man responds by gripping chenles shoulder and taking a deep breath; chenle finds it fun to tease him. he's said it before, but he never would've expected jisung to be this sensitive, it's somewhat funny to him.

he continues teasing jisung with small kitten licks and soft stroking, simply allowing jisung to get more in the mood, and when he's half hard and already leaking precum, chenle looks up at jisung. his face flushes again, and when chenle pauses his hand, jisung opens his eyes, looking down at him.

with eyes met, chenle leans down, mouth wide as he allows jisungs tip to enter his mouth, resting lightly against his tongue- jisung lets out a shaky breath, his hand moving from chenles shoulder around to the back of his neck.

chenle smirks a little before closing his mouth around jisungs tip, sucking lightly and humming against it as the salty taste of jisungs precum seeps into his tongue, he hears jisung let out a breath above him.

then, he sinks his head down, allowing jisung to fill his mouth, until he feels the tip hit the back of his throat. the taste of not only precum, but sweat fills his mouth and it causes him to stupidly moan around jisungs dick. it's weird just how good jisung tastes to him, like, it shouldn't be like this.

jisung shudders slightly at the vibrations of chenles moan, his hand sinking into chenles hair, but chenle moves back, coming up and pulling away completely with a pop sound, a small amount of saliva following behind. he looks up at jisung when he pulls away, who's already looking down at him with raised eyebrows.

"you taste really good," chenle confesses, jisung lets out a shaky breath. "shut up," he mumbles back, clearly embarrassed by chenles words. "no, seriously," chenle says, "like really good." he says, looking back down at jisungs dick- he already wants it back in his mouth.

"stop being weird," jisung tells him, and chenle swallows, ignoring the man and instead wrapping his hand around the base of jisung dick, leaning down to lick up the underside of jisungs dick until he reaches the tip, which he wraps his mouth around and pushes his head forward until it hits the back of his throat again, then pulls back- this time he doesn't let jisung leave his mouth, instead, he thrusts his head right back down.

"fuck," he hears jisung moan above him as he continues to suck him off, and eventually, jisungs hand tightens in chenles hair, using it as leverage to control the speed. chenle lets him, because he finds it hot to let jisung use his mouth to fuck as he wants.

it's insane the amount of precum that's leaking from jisung, so much that it starts to flow out of his mouth and down his chin as he continues to suck jisung off, and it only gets him more excited for the real thing.

"i'm getting close," jisung mutters after a while, and chenle has to hold back a squeal, so instead, he hums around jisungs dick, only working his mouth harder, licking and sucking him in all the places that make jisung shudder and let out breathy sounds.

then, he feels jisung tense, his hand grips chenles hair harder and his other hand flies to grab chenles shoulder again, and chenle pulls back so his mouth is around his tip. hot cum starts to fill his mouth, everything inside him buzzes, electric and warm, like his soul had just taken its first breath. chenle shifts on his knees and lets out a pleased noise, sucking onto jisungs tip harder in an attempt to not let any of it leave his mouth, but it keeps coming.

so quick in a way that shouldn't be possible, his entire mouth is full and it's starting to seep out the sides, so he pulls back before he starts to choke, but jisungs is still cumming. jisungs body is quivering and his breathing is unsteady, the cum lands all over chenles face.

chenle, sadly to nobody but him, has to close his eyes so it doesn't get in them, and he feels a tensing feeling in his own stomach as he holds jisungs cum in his mouth and feels the warmth spread all over his face. he finds it somewhat ridiculous, but he's orgasming untouched for the second time in his life just from being came on.

"shit," jisung says after the entire minute of his cumming, chenle opens an eye to look up at him when he hears the word and the shocked expression on jisungs face would make him laugh if his entire mouth wasn't full of cum.

"spit that out, chenle, i swear to god," he says in a panic, moving forward and holding his hand out like a parent would when they want their child to spit something into their hand, and chenle considers it for a second, but instead he shakes his head and swallows some of it. it feels so good going down his throat that he lets out a little moan, then he opens his mouth and pushes out his tongue, showing jisung the rest of the cum that's still in his mouth.

he watches jisungs face deepen to a darker shade of red at the provocative move, and jisung clears his throat before murmuring, “god, it’s all over your face..” jisung leans forward, trying to wipe it away, unaware that this only fuels chenle’s excitement even more.

"i want you to try it," chenle says again, swallowing more of the cum that's still in his mouth. jisung shakes his head immediately, pushing chenle away by the shoulder when he tries to move closer. "stop, i'm not trying it." he complains, and chenle pouts sadly.

the man doesn't even know just how good his own cum tastes, and that genuinely upsets chenle. he wants him to try it, so he smears some that was on his cheek down to his lips, spreading it like it's some sort of lip balm, and looks back up at jisung with a smile.

"kiss me," chenle says, he watches jisungs eyes widen and his face heats up again. jisung doesn't reply immediately, he just stares at chenle like he's absolutely crazy. "really?" he asks, and chenle nods sweetly, hoping that jisung does (only because he wants jisung to taste his own cum).

then, jisung leans down to him, and chenle pushes up so he's standing on his knees properly, and jisungs lips are on his- and if this was all that it takes to get jisung to taste his cum, he would've done it sooner.

jisungs tongue swipes lightly over his lips, eager to push past, and chenle welcomes him by parting his mouth. jisungs tongue presses messily against chenles, their lips moving unevenly, but chenles just glad jisung finally gave in to his ridiculous request.

he feels jisung hum softly against his lips, and just as jisung tries to pull him closer, chenle panics, pulling away and breaking their kiss before things get too intense. jisung clears his throat afterward, wiping at his lips.

there's some cum on his face now from where it clearly transferred from chenle to him, and it makes chenle snort a little. "good, right?" chenle asks cheekily, trying to play casual; he can't read the expression on jisungs face. "if you say so," he agrees, grimacing slightly before turning his face away and running a hand through his hair.

chenle giggles like he’s just won the lottery, and jisung shakes his head with a smile. “go away now,” jisung says. chenle scrunches his face. “get me some wet wipes first,” he fires back. jisung just nods, pulling his boxers back up before heading out to grab the wipes from the bathroom quicker than chenle expected. left alone, chenle lets out a deep, shaky breath, trying to process whatever the hell just happened.

when jisung is in the bathroom, he finds his hands clutched against the basin, trying to even out his breathing. he should've never agreed to this, it's not like he doesn't want it, but he knows it's only going to make things worse for him. he looks up at his reflection, his hair still messy from the gym, his face is flushed red, and there's a bit of cum on his cheek and chin.

he sighs at himself, flicking on the tap and letting the water run into his hands, splashing it on his face, not only to wipe his own stupid cum off, but to try and clear his mind before he has to go back and face chenle again.

after a much-needed shower, chenle heads to the kitchen to update jaemin again, his second check in of the day. he finds jaemin and jeno cooking dinner together. "hey, chenle," jaemin says, glancing up with a smile. chenle returns it.

"wanna help make dinner?" jaemin asks. chenle shakes his head and settles onto a barstool instead. "is it nearly ready?" he asks, resting his chin on his hand as he watches jeno pass by jaemin with a casual hand resting on his waist.

"uh- like ten more minutes," jaemin replies, distracted by jeno's move. chenle scoffs quietly at the scene. "let’s talk after dinner,” chenle says, and jaemin hums softly in agreement. chenle decides to leave the two oblivious lovebirds to their cooking and heads to the couch, scrolling through twitter as he waits.

"you wanted to talk?" jaemin asks about twenty minutes later, sitting down beside chenle and handing him a plate piled with food. chenle accepts it gratefully, settling it on his lap as he nods. "i just wanted to give you an update," he says, picking up his chopsticks and shoveling some food into his mouth.

jaemin nods, curling up excitedly on the other side of the couch. "you talked to him?" he asks, and chenle bites his lip lightly, recalling the conversation with jisung. "we agreed to be friends with benefits," chenle says, watching jaemins eyes widen, clearly not what he expected.

"seriously?!" he says, chenle nods. "something kinda weird happened though.." he says, he watches jaemin furrow his eyebrows, waiting for chenle to continue speaking. "i sucked his dick just before, right?" chenle says like it's casual, and jaemin lets out a breathy scoff as he nods.

"but then i asked him to kiss me, and it was really weird," chenle admits, making jaemin raise an eyebrow in surprise. "why was it weird?" jaemin asks, curious. chenle shrugs lightly, taking another bite. "i said it kind of as a joke, but then he started pulling me in and trying to kiss me harder. ugh, i don’t know how to explain it, but it just felt off," he says, and jaemin can’t help but laugh.

"how is kissing weird but sucking him off isn't?" jaemin asks, chenle sighs, frowning as he nudges the food around on his plate with his chopsticks. "'cause i feel like there's no point in kissing, right? i thought he’d just give me a quick peck, but he actually took it seriously," he says, catching jaemins unimpressed look.

"i’m pretty sure kissing is kind of something friends with benefits do," jaemin argues, making chenle groan in annoyance. "you don’t get it,” chenle snaps. jaemin just laughs softly, shaking his head. "yeah, i really don’t." chenle frowns, then exhales quietly. "i’m probably just overthinking it."

he reaches for more food while jaemin nods thoughtfully. "god," jaemin sighs, leaning back into the couch with a gentle laugh, "this is so crazy." chenle swallows, feeling the weight of it all.

chenle knows for sure that he's obsessed when later that same night, he wants it again. he was wrong when he said he'd crave this every day for the rest of his life, because it turns out he wants it every second of his life.

it’s bad. really bad. it consumes his thoughts. how good it felt, the taste, the way it slipped down his throat, dripping from his chin. he just needs it. maybe he’s got a problem. he shouldn’t be wanting it this badly, especially after only getting it a few hours ago. but the craving won’t let him forget.

he wants it again like the first time, to have a container full of it that he can use however he wants, and it makes him think back to when jisung said he can ask if he wants more. but then he wonders, will jisung even want to cum a second time in one day?

chenle rolls over in bed with a low groan, the craving gnawing at him no matter how hard he tries to shake it. he turns on a show, hoping to distract himself, but boredom settles in fast, dulling every scene. then he picks up a book, eyes scanning the words, but none of it sticks. his mind keeps slipping back to jisung.

even scrolling through their own videos, when jisung pops up laughing or smiling with the group, it only makes the ache worse. it just reminds reminder of how much he wants his cum, which in retrospect feels awful, because the jisung on screen is just carefree and happy, while chenle's stuck drowning in desire over him.

with a sigh, he pulls out his phone again, going to open his and jisungs chat.

chenle: are you still awake?

he sends, feeling stupid for even saying it. he should really just leave the poor kid alone.

jisung: i'm gaming

is what jisung responds with, and chenle knows he's insane when he feels a sense of excitement when he realizes jisung is in fact still awake.

chenle: with who?

jisung: dunno just randoms online

even better, chenle thinks.

chenle: u feel like cumming again?

his fingers type and send the message before his brain can even catch up, and just as he tries to delete it in a panic, jisung's already typing back.

jisung: psychopath

he sends and chenle sighs, closing his phone and letting it fall against his chest. he's going to take that as a no, but then his phone vibrates again.

jisung: it starts to hurt if i do it too much

the text reads, and chenle finds himself smirking because jisung's not saying no because he doesn't want to, he's only saying no because his body can't handle it. chenle can deal with that, he's sure he can survive one night without jisungs cum, and when jisung is regenerated tomorrow, he'll bother him again about it.

that doesn't mean he's happy about it though, he'll probably end up jerking himself off with an unsatisfying edge in his stomach, probably doing some shit like sucking on his fingers and imagining they're covered in jisungs cum.

jisung: i can send u an old vid if u want tho

okay, scratch that, he's happy again. still, it makes him somewhat disappointed that he doesn't physically have jisungs cum, but he's a-okay with this compromise.

chenle: that works :3

he sends, feeling giddy in his stomach at the thought of watching jisung cum again. he pushes another thought that suddenly arises in his mind; what's the difference between watching porn videos of hyperspermia versus watching jisungs hyperspermia?

sure, when it's in person, it's different. but this is just a video, any other video is exactly the same and should bring him the same pleasure. so why does the thought of watching a stranger cum sound so much worse in comparison?

again, he pushes it to the back of his head, because that's not for him to worry about right now, right now he's excited.

jisung: i'll send it on snap

chenle doesn't waste a second before switching to snap, and he's there before jisung is because he doesn't see jisungs bitmoji in their chat yet; his enthusiasm is kind of embarrassing. in only a couple of seconds though, jisung joins the chat, and in only a few more seconds, a video gets sent.

the thumbnail doesn't show anything provocative, just a shot of the shorts jisung was wearing on the day it was filmed and his knees that are folded up as, chenle presumes, he lays on his bed. he looks at the time stamp in the bottom corner, the video is around a five minute mark- his head spins in anticipation.

chenle: thanks :p

he watches as jisung reacts to his message with the thumbs up bitmoji reaction before disappearing from the chat and it makes him scoff lightly. he has so many questions about the video, like, when did jisung record this? did he record it for someone? has he ever sent it to anyone else?

but then chenle also realizes it's absolutely none of his business, so, he clears his mind and presses onto the video.

the video starts with the camera shifting a little, clearly jisung just trying to get comfortable and adjust the angle. then, his hand moves to his shorts, palming himself lightly through the fabric, chenle feels his mouth go dry as he watches.

this is different. it feels weird to be watching like this, like it's overstepping a boundary. both times he'd done things with jisung, he'd be the one to get him off, he'd never watched jisung get himself off; now, he's watching through a screen, behind a closed door and he feels like a complete pervert.

chenle then realizes that the video isn't muted either when he hears the quiet noise of a shaky breath, he immediately turns up his volume before he can think too much about it. the on screen version of jisung continues to palm himself for a little longer, his hips shifting like he's impatient, his breathing getting louder as he continues.

chenle recognizes the background as jisungs room in the dorm, the same furniture, the same setup. that means the video is pretty recent. he remembers a few months ago when jisung had completely rearranged his room on a whim out of boredom.

when the video hits the 40 second mark, chenle watches as jisungs hand moves to his waistband, tugging at the fabric. he watches jisungs dick spring out and hit his stomach as the shorts pass down to his thighs, and his tip is already leaking profoundly, chenle wonders if he was already masturbating prior to when he started recording.

chenle swallows as he watches, he feels himself start to grow harder in his own pants. then, jisungs hand wraps around his cock, and he immediately goes to tugging himself faster than chenle has ever done to him, maybe impatient, or maybe that's just how he likes it.

it makes chenle think about if they ever have sex one day and just how hard and fast jisung would thrust into him, he pulls his own knees closer towards himself as his eyes fix onto the video.

jisung pants heavily through his phones speakers, his hips bucking up into his hand, the movements getting sloppier and sloppier as more precum spills out, making his dick more slippery, but he watches as jisung just grips onto himself harder in response.

chenle doesn’t know when or how it happened, but his hand is resting on his own stomach, fingers tracing lightly over the fabric where his dick presses through his sweatpants. he swallows, a sudden, aching urge rising in him of wanting to touch himself just like jisung is in the video.

gaspy moans start to slip out of jisungs mouth, and the camera starts to shake a little like he's having trouble keeping the phone up; chenle can't help it, he slips his hand down his sweatpants and past his underwear, gripping onto his own dick.

he tugs himself lightly, completely out of pace compared to how jisung is in the video, he feels his face start to go red as he continues watching. "fuck, fuck-" jisung mutters through his phone, his hips bucking up again to fuck into his hand, chenle wishes he could see his face.

he also wishes jisung would act like this with him, seemingly completely driven by pleasure, giving it his all like he'd die if he didn't. chenle's own hand speeds up as he watches, he tries to match jisungs pace, but it just makes him whine uncomfortably- he doesn't know how jisungs doing it, it's too fast for him, it makes his head cloud and his eyes roll back, but that's not what he wants right now.

he wants to continue watching jisung, he wants to watch him cum, so, he slows his hand back down, and settles his eyes back on the video.

the video is starting to approach the end, jisungs thrusts are only getting sloppier and sloppier, his hand slipping here and there, until his body lifts from the bed, he lets out an indescribable noise, and he's cumming everywhere.

by everywhere, chenle literally means everywhere. his entire hand that continues to stroke himself through his orgasm gets absolutely covered in the white substance, it goes all over his stomach, some even reaching up to the shirt that he pulled up, and even going on the bed sheets around him.

what gets chenle, though, is when some of it lands on the camera of jisungs phone. jisung mutters a quick shit through his speakers, clearly worried about his phone, but chenle ignores it and drops his own phone as he strokes himself harder.

his head hits his pillow behind him, his eyes roll back, letting what he'd just seen replay in his head over and over until his stomach twists and he's cumming into his own hand. he huffs when his orgasm finishes, his hand stills where it is around his cock and he blinks up at his ceiling.

"holy shit," he mutters, the video still replays in his mind. honestly, he gets it now. jisung is better than anything he could ever find on the internet, all those hyperspermia videos he has booked marked on his private twitter account could never compare; not even in the slightest.

he pulls his hand out of his pants, scrambling to pick back up his phone, watching as jisung palms himself through his shorts again; the video's replayed, but chenle doesn't care. he exits the video and saves it in the chat, swallowing as he turns his phone off, dropping it back onto the bed again.

chenle genuinely wants to hang out with jisung when he wakes up the next day. it's the weekend so they don't have any schedules planned, and at the end of the day, jisung is still his best friend. when he knocks on the door to jisungs room though, he doesn't get a response.

hesitating for a moment, chenle opens the door himself, half-expecting jisung to be asleep. but it’s past midday, and jisung is never usually asleep this late. the room is empty. he searches the dorm next, calling out softly, but the raven is nowhere to be found.

he pulls out his phone and sends a quick "where are you?" text to jisung, then finds himself walking back toward jisungs room. he decides he’ll just wait there until jisung gets home. his phone buzzes almost immediately with a reply: "at the gym." chenle groans, irritation bubbling up.

that’s something jisungs been doing a lot more than usual lately, chenle thinks with a sigh. he sets his phone down and curls back under jisungs sheets, the familiar warmth spreading over him, coaxing his eyes to close.

this time, when jisung gets home and finds chenle sleeping in his bed, he doesn’t rush to wake him. jisung sighs softly, peeling his shirt off over his head- he knows he should shower, but chenle looks so cozy, so peaceful, and it’s not like it’s a crime to get into his own bed sweaty. so, quietly, jisung slips over to where chenle lies and slides under the covers beside him, careful not to wake him.

he must wake chenle when he gets into the bed, because he hears chenle whine quietly. "you're back," chenle states in a tired voice, curling up to jisungs side. "yeah," jisung replies in an equally quiet voice, throwing his arm around chenles waist, pulling the boy closer to him.

chenles face is pressed against jisungs chest now, their legs tangled together, and jisung goes to close his eyes and relax until he hears, or more feels, chenle push his nose further into his chest, sniffing lightly.

"why're you smelling me?" jisung teases, looking down at chenle but he meets with the brunette tuff of the top of chenles head. "have you showered yet?" chenle asks, his voice still clearly laced with sleep. jisung clears his throat, "uh, no.. do you want me to?" he asks, but chenle just shakes his head, pushing his nose further into jisung.

"no, i like you like this." chenle says, pushing his leg further between jisungs in a way that should be innocent, if not for the fact that chenle is literally hard against his thigh. "what're you doing?" jisung asks, his hand moving down to grip against chenles hip.

"sorry, i can't help it.." chenle mumbles, shifting slightly against jisungs thigh and letting out a quiet breath. jisungs face heats up, he shouldn't have gotten into bed next to chenle like this. he forgot that the kid is literally insane.

"no, it's fine.." jisung finds himself replying anyway, swallowing lightly as chenle shifts his hips again, presumably wanting to get himself off against jisungs thigh. the thought of it makes jisung start to get hard himself, because this would be the first time he's seen chenle actually getting himself off without just cumming randomly in his pants.

"you can do it if you want," jisung says, maybe just because he's selfish, but chenle lets out a whine in response, shifting slightly against jisungs thigh again. "really?" he asks, even though he's literally in the process of lightly grinding against jisung anyway, and jisung nods, muttering a quiet "yeah."

with the confirmation, chenle shifts himself even closer to jisung, and starts to grind down against jisungs thigh with more pressure. his eyes are still closed from being tired, and his brain hasn't fully woken up yet, but jisung smells so so good and he can't help himself.

jisung knows his face, neck and ears are all red as he holds chenles hip, listening to the boys breathing become heavier and heavier as he continues to grind against jisungs thigh, it only makes him harder too.

he can't hold it back anymore, and finds his hand moving to the waistband of chenle shorts, the boys movements don't still, so he whispers "can i do something?" to which chenle whines, grinding harder and muttering a breathy "yeah,".

without any further word, jisung moves his leg back slightly so he can pull chenles shorts down, then, quickly so he's not leaving chenle displeased for too long, he tugs at his own sweatpants, pulling them down too.

then, he shifts forward again, pressing their dicks flushed together. chenle opens his eyes finally and lets out a gasp like he hadn't expected it, but he doesn't even have time to say a word before jisung wraps his hand around both of their dicks, jerking them off together.

"oh," chenle gasps, thrusting lightly against jisungs dick, he hears jisung choke back a small noise. "is this okay?" he asks, chenle immediately nods, pressing even closer to jisung, he feels the man wrap his hand tighter around them.

he feels jisung start to leak, his own dick starting to get wet from the other mans precum, but somehow, it's not about that right now. he doesn't focus on jisungs precum or the way it's getting both their dicks wet, causing jisungs hand to get sloppier in it's movements.

it's feels different as he presses his head further into jisungs chest, letting out matching gasps and whines with the raven as his pace speeds up- not quite like how it was in the video, but still faster than chenle's used to, he swears his head spins.

maybe it's different because there's a blanket covering them both and he can't exactly see what's going on, but his brain is just more focused on being close to jisung, more focused on the fact that jisung is jerking them off together, and how fucking good it feels.

jisung starts to thrust lightly against chenles cock as he continues to jerk them off in a way that chenle thinks is simply because he can't help it, he feels that all too familiar feeling start to swell in his stomach.

"i'm gonna cum, jisung." chenle says through a gasp, his hand gripping at jisungs waist, the man seemingly moans at the words before muttering a "wait,", speeding his hand up in a way that doesn't help chenles case, but he tries to listen to what jisung said and hold off.

then, after a few more seconds of quick, overwhelming thrusting, jisung takes in a breath and whispers "fuck, okay." and chenle grinds up quickly, letting the feeling take over as he rolls his eyes back, cumming into jisungs hand.

jisung follows suit pretty much right after, pressing his face into chenles hair as his hips thrust, once again, cumming everywhere, moaning into chenles hair. both of their clothes are completely ruined, as well as the bedsheets, and they puff into each other as they come down.

jisungs free hand finds its way into chenles hair, combing his fingers gently through it as he breathes heavily, chenles stomach twists in a way that's not from pleasure, but instead a feeling he can't quite explain.

"i actually just wanted to hang out with you, you know," chenle mumbles into jisungs chest through a breathe, and jisung chuckles above him. chenle feels the way his chest moves when he laughs, and he presses his face closer because he feels his cheeks turn a tinge of red.

"i don't believe you." jisung teases back, letting his head fall slack against the pillow as he continues to comb chenles hair. "i'm serious! it's your fault getting in bed next to me like that." chenle says with a sigh, relaxing closer into jisung.

jisung scoffs at the words, but he doesn't fight it. "stop getting closer to me, we need to shower." jisung complains, moving his hand that's still under the bedsheets, seemingly trying to wipe the cum off but it doesn't really work. "too lazy," chenle replies, eyes closed like he's about to fall asleep again.

"go shower, we can cuddle again after." jisung tells him, in response, chenle moves away from jisung, kicking his legs in complaint with a groan. "you suck balls." chenle says, jisung finds the insult amusing. he watches chenle crawl out from under the sheets, complaining again when he sees how he's absolutely covered in cum, and drags his feet out of the room to shower (not without one of jisungs hoodies & a pair of his boxers to change into).

jisung showers too, and while chenle’s still in the shower, jisung finds himself stripping the bed completely, shamefully stuffing the sheets into the washer. he changes the sheets, then gets greeted by a grumpy chenle wearing his clothes, as he slips back under the freshly made bed.

that night, another presence appears at jaemins door, this time, it's not chenle.

"i'm so fucked," jisung mutters as he pushes through the slightly open door to jaemin and jenos room. both boys look up, surprised by his sudden entrance, but jisung just drops down on the floor in the middle of the room, a deep frown on his face.

"hello?" jaemin says, shocked. he and jeno exchange glances. "jaemin, i need to talk to you,” jisung says, locking eyes with him. jaemin raises a suspicious eyebrow. "do i need to leave again?" jeno asks, already rising from his bed. jaemin gives a sympathetic look.

"probably,” he replies, and jeno sighs, slipping out and closing the door behind him. "what's wrong?" jaemin asks, sitting up. jisung exhales heavily. "i know chenle's been telling you everything,” jisung says quietly. jaemins face shifts to surprise.

"oh,” he murmurs. jisung tilts his head slightly. "i overheard you guys talking about it the other night," he adds, giving context. jaemin nods, feeling awkward but not judgmental- he did the same thing once, too.

"that’s awkward," jaemin says with a small laugh, making jisung scoff softly. "he said something about how i kissed him, right?" jisung asks. jaemin nods again, feeling a bit bad for the kid overhearing such personal things. jisung exhales deeply.

"jaemin, i’m in love with him," he admits, the frown deepening. jaemin gasps dramatically. "no fucking way," he says, disbelief clear in his voice. jisung shrugs lightly. "that’s why i keep giving in to him. god, i'm so selfish."

jaemin holds up a hand, needing to go back a few steps. "wait, i'm still processing this," he says, moving closer. "you’re in love with chenle?" jisung nods, pouting slightly. "very much." jaemins jaw drops again. "for how long?"

"since i met him, pretty much,” jisung confesses, biting his cheek nervously. jaemin scoffs loudly. "i’m in shock," jaemin declares. "just help me," jisung pleads. "i don’t know what to do. i don't want to ruin things."

jaemin swallows, thinking carefully. "i honestly don’t know what to suggest, jisung. i don't know how chenle feels about you.” jisung nods, looking down. "can you try to ask him? he seems to trust you enough to talk about this stuff,” jisung asks quietly.

jaemin nods, thinking about it. "i mean, i did mention it once to him, but he said you were just friends. so i don’t really know.” jisung exhales. “i should’ve never agreed to this,” he admits with a sigh.

jisung tries to avoid chenle after that, he really does try. but chenle doesn’t make it easy; he’s always been stubborn, relentless even. jisung knows chenle isn’t stupid, he’s certain the boy felt it too. that sudden, unspoken shift from something purely physical to something much more complicated, something neither of them wants to name.

still, jisung tries to keep some distance, needing it more for himself than anything else. but no matter what, chenle always ends up right where he is, pressed close by his side, ignoring the elephant in every room they walk into.

it’s kind of ridiculous, really. because when they’re apart, something inside jisung feels off, like a puzzle piece missing. he wonders if this whole thing is just some cruel, twisted joke played on him. it's even worse when days pass and chenle doesn't bother him even once about his insane need for jisungs cum.

jisung wonders if it's his own fault, if he ruined it because of what he did, but then again, chenle didn't seem opposed to it, even coming back after his shower to cuddle right back in jisungs side, it makes jisung wonder what's changed.

either way, he can’t handle it anymore.

one night, when most of the members were out of the dorm picking up takeout on the other side of town, jisung found himself standing outside chenles door, focusing on steadying his breathing. truthfully, his mission was simple, to see what chenle would say, whether he’d agree or push jisung away; either way, it might help clear his mind... or so he thought.

not even bothering to knock, jisung twisted the handle and let himself in, quietly shutting and locking the door behind him. chenle had only his dim lamp on, lying on his stomach, wearing nothing but a pair of booty shorts, scrolling aimlessly through tiktok.

jisung swallows lightly as chenle turns curiously at whoever entered, "jisung?" he asks, not bothering to move or cover himself. jisung has to take a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the warm flush creeping up his cheeks.

"i’m going to fuck you," jisung declares, staying rooted by the door. chenle drops his phone at the words, pushing himself up to face jisung properly. "what-" he starts, but jisung shakes his head, cutting him off. "right now." he hears chenle’s breath hitch.

"okay," chenle replies softly after a brief hesitation, shifting back on his bed. jisung nods, stepping forward with quiet authority. "i’m not going to be gentle," he adds, closing the distance further. chenle's eyes widen, his legs parting almost on their own as he swallows hard. when jisung reaches the bed, he presses chenle back against the headrest and settles between his legs.

"is that okay?" jisung asks, watching as chenle’s eyelids flutter and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. "yeah," chenle confirms, nodding slightly. "do that." jisung lets out a slow smirk. "good." he moves forward, sliding his hands beneath the waistband of chenles shorts and underwear, pulling them down and off around his ankles before chenle can even react.

jisung watches as chenle’s mouth parts slightly, breath catching. then, in one fluid motion, jisung grips chenle’s waist and flips him over, so he’s on his hands and knees in front of him. chenle gasps at the sudden movement, pressing his forehead into the pillow below.

jisung swallows at the sight in front of him, his hand grabs at one of chenles cheeks, spreading it lightly. he hears chenle whine below him, probably in the embarrassment of jisung looking at him like that, but jisung watches as chenle subconsciously clenches his hole, so clearly he's not complaining much.

"you said your lube was in your drawer?" jisung asks, his hand pulling away from chenles ass as he shifts off the bed, leaving chenle in that vulnerable, provocative position. the scene must look insane from the outside; a fully dressed jisung standing casually next to the bed while chenles bare ass is raised in doggy style, completely exposed.

"yeah," chenle says through a breath, and jisung nods, moving to open and glance through every drawer until his finds it. he also finds other things in that drawer, but his attention gets grabbed by a singular silver buttplug, and it makes him scoff lightly.

"hey," jisung says, pulling it out along with the lube, "let's use this, yeah?" he asks, twirling it between his fingers, he watches chenle turn his head to look at him, before nodding quickly with a whine and cloudy eyes. jisung tsks, closing the drawer with his foot before going to move back behind chenle again.

he throws the buttplug down next to them, and pops open the lid to the half used lube. he takes his time pouring it on his fingers, watching as chenle starts to get impatient in front of him, wiggling his ass as a silent way of telling jisung to hurry up.

so, he does. he spreads one of chenles cheeks again with his free hand, and lets a lube covered finger run teasingly over chenles hole. chenle lets out a shaky breath at the feeling, he feels his neck heat up, so he presses his face further into the pillow below him.

"jisung," chenle whines, jisung ignores him, deciding to tease the boy further by just pressing the tip of his finger in, he hears chenle gasp lightly, before he pulls it right back out, running his finger back up over the hole.

if this is jisungs first and only chance to fuck chenle, he's not putting it to waste. he wants the boy below him to be screaming his name, the only thing in his mind being the need to be fucked. "yeah?" jisung asks in response, circling his finger around chenles hole.

"stop teasing me," he mumbles into the pillow, trying to push back against jisungs finger, but jisung stills his movements with the hand holding his ass. he hums lightly like he's considering it, and without warning, decides to push his finger inside chenle.

the boy below him gasps again, hand clutching at the sheet below him, then goes to hold his breath as jisung teasingly pulls his finger back out. chenle whines as the finger leaves him, but he doesn't get much of a chance to complain before it's pushed right back into him, and he feels his eyes roll back.

it's not even much, a simple finger fucking him way too gently for a man who stated that he wasn't going to be gentle, but chenle already feels absolutely wrecked and he doesn't understand why. either way, he knows he's going to be a mess.

jisungs hand that was gripping his ass moves to his hip, and he gets pulled closer towards jisung, finger still inside of him, and he gasps as jisung twists his finger, unknowingly running it right over his prostate in the process.

"do that again," chenle pleads, jisung raises his eyebrow at the request, twisting his finger slightly and hearing chenle let out another gasp. "oh?" he says, twisting his finger slowly until he hears another noise, then presses hard right into that spot.

chenle lets out a loud moan as jisung presses down, and the raven chuckles lightly at the reaction. "right here?" he asks, dragging his finger lightly over the spot; chenle feels his head spin as he lets out another uncontrollable noise. "mhm," chenle tries to say, but he can't really focus as jisung decides he's going to abuse that exact spot, chenle feels his dick start to leak onto his sheets.

then, right in the heat of it, jisung pulls his finger back out; chenles body collapses slightly in response, but it gets replaced immediately by another finger thrusting into him, he feels his body shake lightly as the two fingers run over his prostate again.

the fingers inside him spread lightly, twisting as they do before they're thrusted further into him, chenle chokes back a moan. "feels good," he finds himself whimper, hands gripping tighter into the sheets, and he wants it to keep going forever and ever, but after a minute or two, jisungs fingers get pulled out of him again.

chenle sobs lightly against his pillow in dissatisfaction, he hears jisung chuckle slightly above him. "shh," jisung tells him, undoing the buckle on his belt, chenle swallows lightly in anticipation, stopping his complaining. jisung doesn't move to take his pants off properly, instead he lets them sit around his thighs, and throws his shirt over his head.

his dick is already hard, dripping and ready to go. he pops open the lube again, pouring some more onto his hand before rubbing it onto his cock, thrusting a few times in his hand as chenle impatiently tries to move towards him again.

"tell me to stop," he says, running his fingers over chenles hole again, spreading some lube onto it before lining himself up. chenle nods with a broken noise, and then, jisung pushes his tip in just a little, letting his own gasp escape at the same time as chenles does, but instead of thrusting forward, he grabs chenles hips, quickly pulling the boy back onto his dick.

chenle lets out a loud, gaspy moan, lifting his head from the pillow as his hands flex open against the sheets, fingers digging in before gripping harshly again. jisung doesn’t give him a moment to catch his breath, he pulls back and thrusts right back into chenle, relentless and urgent.

now chenle really understands what jisung meant by not being gentle. the pace jisung sets is intense, something chenle's definitely not used to. but he’s not complaining. jisung knows exactly what he’s doing, and he's doing it damn well.

he thrusts harder, hands gripping chenles waist tightly enough to leave bruises if he pushed any harder, but jisung doesn't seem to care. he keeps building the rhythm, each thrust harder, deeper, rougher than the last. chenles body jolts with every movement, a soft whimper escaping him as his head spins, lost in the overwhelming rush of pleasure.

chenle rolls his hips back against jisung a few times, almost instinctively, but jisung stills him every time, determined to control the pace of his thrusts. the sounds spilling from chenle are helpless and raw, moans and gasps mingling with saliva that slips from his mouth, pooling on the pillow beneath him.

he tilts his head to the side, eyes fluttering closed and rolling back as jisung drives into him with force. then jisung shifts his grip from chenles waist to his shoulders, pushing down until chenles upper body collapses fully against the bed, completely under his control.

he feels jisung lean over his back, his hot breath against his back as he continues to thrust, rolling over that spot that he quickly learned makes chenles body convulse lightly, and chenle feels his legs shake in a way that makes him unsure if he can hold himself up any longer, but jisung has a sturdy hand holding his waist, and he's not sure jisung would let him fall even if he wanted to.

then, chenle feels a wetness against his back as jisung leans down to kiss him, he gasps as he feels jisung start to suck, leaving behind a hickey on his back. then, he moves to another spot, sucking again, chenle arches his back up to follow jisungs mouth.

"sungie," chenle moans lightly as jisung rolls his hips forward, deliberately beginning to focus solely on chenles prostate as he continues to suck marks in his skin, jisung hums against his back in response. "feels so good," chenle mumbles, voice broken as he speaks.

he feels jisung chuckle lightly against his back, the feeling sending shivers up chenles spine in away that makes him moan again, "yeah?" he asks back, and chenle tries to mumble something like "mhm" but he just lets out another whine.

then, jisungs hand slides around chenles waist, and in one smooth motion, he pulls him upright- back pressed firmly against jisungs chest. the shift makes chenle gasp, his head tilting slightly as jisung continues moving inside him, every thrust sending a shiver down his spine.

jisungs hand moves up to chenles neck, where it grabs at his jaw, tilting his head back to lean against his shoulder. chenles jaw drops in reaction, feeling his body go weak against jisung, closing his eyes and letting more broken moans fall from his lips.

the sheet below him is wet from where he's been leaking, and his dick is so hot and red that he's sure he's going to cum any minute. he feels jisung nestle into the crook of his neck, breath warm against his skin, and then soft, heated kisses begin trailing along his throat, each one sending a spark down his spine.

"don't-" chenle goes to say, but he's interrupted by a moan as jisung rolls his hips a certain way and bites the skin against his neck, "don't leave marks.." he manages to say, because at the end of the day, they're still idols and having hickeys on his neck wouldn't be a very good look- even if they are from one of his members.

"i know," jisung replies, pressing one last kiss to his neck. jisung pulls back, the warmth of his lips lingering on chenles skin. then, with a firm grip, he pushes chenle roughly back down, guiding him until he’s once again pressed into the mattress, right where jisung wants him.

chenle feels a warmth start to spread to his stomach and he drops his head against the pillow again, swallowing the saliva that's building in his mouth. "fuck, i'm close," he whines, but jisung just quickly moves to grab his dick, squeezing lightly at the base as he mutter a "don't."

chenle whines and tries to thrust into jisungs hand, but the grip around him is too tight, so he whines again, feeling his body convulse as he gets closer to his orgasm. "wait for me," jisung says, and chenle tries to nod in response but he can't really focus on anything except the pleasure radiating through his body.

jisungs thrusts speed up even more, chenle feels overstimulation start to build up but he doesn't complain about it, instead, his moans start to get more intense, he genuinely shakes and moans with every thrust, drooling onto his pillow and moving a hand to press against his headboard in attempt to keep himself steady.

"good boy, keep holding," jisung says through a gasp, fucking into chenle like a rabbit, and chenle swears he would've cum there and then if it wasn't for jisungs hand stopping it; the denial rips a scream from his throat, muffled only slightly by the pillow beneath him. it’s raw, desperate, and intense enough to send a shudder through his entire body, every nerve lit with frustrated need. he feels like he's going to die if he doesn't cum soon.

he feels tears start to build up in his eyes, his entire body shaking violently as jisung continues to fuck him, hand still tightly gripped around chenles base. he hears jisung breathing start to get jagged, his thrusts losing it's pace, and finally, his hand lets go from around chenles cock.

chenle cums immediately, his body shakes violently as he does, he feels a warmth spread inside of him at the same time, burying deeper and deeper inside, filling him so nicely. then, jisung pulls out and chenle feels the cum start to escape his hole, rolling down his legs, and in a panic, he moves his hand behind him, pushing his fingers inside himself in a desperate attempt to not let anymore of jisungs cum escape.

he hears jisung scoff softly, a hint of amusement in his tone, it’s almost funny, really, how hard chenle is trying to hold the cum inside him, to keep it all in, when it’s painfully clear that he's seconds away from giving in and collapsing against the bed, completely undone. so, he picks up the buttplug. "move your fingers," jisung says, grabbing onto chenles wrist, and chenle whines as he allows jisung to pull his fingers out.

then, he feels something else push inside him, causing him to moan deeply, and it rests inside him with a pop. he wants to lay down, but jisung holds him up by his waist, and chenle feels his fingers running from around his asshole down the side of his legs, collecting the cum that had escaped.

jisung pulls chenle back up against his body, moving his cum covered hand in front of chenles face. "here," he says, and chenle moans happily at the sight, gladly taking the fingers into his mouth. chenle chokes a little as jisung pushes his fingers down his throat, but he suckles them happily, letting the taste of jisungs cum seep into his taste buds.

his head falls against jisungs shoulder again as he relies on the man to hold him up with his arm around his torso, sucking and licking jisungs fingers until they're completely clean of cum. "that was like a well earned reward," chenle jokes, a little breathless, and jisung lets out a little tsk in response.

gently, jisung lowers chenle onto the mattress, letting him finally melt into the sheets, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. after a few seconds, jisung collapses beside him, the silence between them heavy but not uncomfortable. “i didn’t know you had that in you,” chenle murmurs eventually, voice low and a little dazed, breathless smile tugs at his lips.

jisung smiles softly, the corners of his mouth tugging up as he rolls onto his side to face chenle who’s already looking at him. "you didn’t ask," jisung replies, voice low and a little smug. his hand drifts up, fingers gently finding the back of chenles neck, brushing through the soft hair at the nape.

"my bad." chenle says with a scoff, closing his eyes. jisung sighs a little, he has no idea how he thought this would help. in fact, it's only made things worse. he leans over to press a gentle kiss against chenles cheek, way too close to his mouth.

he closes his eyes before he lets his head fall back down next to chenles, refusing to even glance at the look in chenles eyes. it’s safer not to look. looking might make it real, and he's not sure if chenle is okay with that.

not even twenty minutes later, the two found themselves reluctantly pulled to the dinner table with the rest of the group, a deep heat burning in both their cheeks. when they heard mark yelling across the dorm for everyone to join, jisung decided to take a quick shower, but chenle chose to do the exact opposite.

which now he kind of regrets, because he's sitting at the dinner table with messy hair, red cheeks, probably smelling like sex and a buttplug holding cum deep in his ass. he shifts awkwardly against his seat, rolling up the sleeves of jisungs oversized black hoodie that he may or may not have stolen from him a while back, moving to pick up his chopsticks.

he barely registers the conversation happening around the table as he digs into his food, and he really eats, considering how drained he feels after everything that just happened. it isn't until renjun calls his name that he blinks back into focus.

"chenle, you okay?" he looks up, suddenly aware that everyone at the table is staring at him.

he shifts again in his seat, the plug uncomfortably pushing deeper inside him against the hardwood, and he nods. "yeah," he says, even though his voice comes out more broken than he'd like. "sorry, i'm just hungry." he says, which is not a lie in the slightest.

jaemin gives him an unconvinced look, and chenle shoots him a warning glare that effectively shuts it down for now. but the moment of peace doesn't last, of course it doesn't. "chenle, what’s that on your neck?” another voice pipes up. he doesn’t even register who it is at first, his hand shoots up instinctively to cover the side of his neck where jisung had been kissing.

"what do you mean?" he asks, eyes wide. "it looks like a rash or something,” donghyuck adds, and now chenle knows exactly who to blame. "oh," chenle lets out a forced laugh, brushing it off. "it’s nothing, don’t worry about it." he drops his hand and chuckles again, trying to steer the conversation in literally any other direction.

he can feel both jisung and jaemin mentally stabbing him with their eyes, and chenle shifts uncomfortably under the weight of it. he clears his throat, trying to focus on his food, but jisung's gaze is glued to him, watching his every movement like he’s waiting for something.

chenle takes a deep breath, willing himself to act normal, whatever that even means anymore. then, jisung leans in just slightly. "you okay?" he murmurs. chenle blinks. why is everyone asking him that? sure, it makes sense for jisung, it might even be mandatory after the way he'd just railed the shit out of him, but he really thought he was pulling off some resemblance of normalcy.

"i’m fine," chenle whispers back, side eyeing him. jisung doesn’t look convinced. his eyes drop down for a second, and chenle watches in horror as the man subtly gestures toward his lower half. "do you still have it in?" jisung asks under his breath, his voice low enough that no one else can hear.

chenle chokes on air, loudly clearing his throat as he sets his chopsticks down. "just eat your food," he mutters, pushing jisungs bowl of rice closer to him in a very not-subtle attempt to shut him up. jisung just laughs softly, clearly entertained, and finally picks up his chopsticks, thankfully giving chenle a moment of peace.

it's not a hickey, chenle confirms when he's in the bathroom after dinner, but there's a red mark from where jisung bit him. he lets out a sigh, it should fade by tomorrow. "what's up your ass?" another voice speaks again and chenle finds himself jumping because, god, why won't these men leave him alone in his time of need?

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?" chenle asks, feeling somewhat caught, glancing at jaemin in the mirror as he walks into the bathroom. chenle shifts the hood of his hoodie to cover the red mark on his neck as jaemin shrugs, sitting himself down on the lid of the toilet.

"i'm asking literally, you were sitting at the dinner table shifting around like you have something stuck up your ass." he teases, chenle takes in a deep breathe as his cheeks go red. of course it would be jaemin to point out something like that.

"you're imagining things." he replies with a shrug, wetting his toothbrush under the tap. jaemin lets out a laugh, shaking his head slightly. he sits silently, watching chenle brush his teeth like a creep, until he finally speaks again.

"you like jisung, don’t you?" jaemin asks, his voice casual but eyes gleaming with mischief. chenle chokes on his toothpaste, coughing and sputtering as he spits into the sink, quickly rinsing the foam from around his mouth. "what?" chenle manages, blinking at jaemin in disbelief.

jaemin just grins wider, clearly enjoying himself. "what, what?" he presses, a teasing edge in his voice. "where'd you get that idea from?" chenle asks, glancing over at jaemin. "it's pretty obvious," he says with a shrug, chenle gulps, looking up at himself in the mirror. he stays silent, gripping the edge of the basin as he feels his legs shake.

"i-" he says, breaking eye contact with himself. "i don't know how i feel." chenle confesses, clearing his throat as jaemin laughs loudly. "i knew it!" he exclaims, chenle lets out a shaky breath. "it doesn't matter right now, i need to go to bed." he says, shaking his head and turning around.

"yeah, go take that dildo out of your ass," jaemin teases instead, and chenle groans. "it's not a dildo!" he shouts in annoyance, leaving the bathroom and slamming the door behind him, leaving jaemin to laugh with nobody but himself.

chenle's finally in the shower, sighing contentedly as the warm water washes away his sweat and stickiness on his legs. he reaches behind him, bending over slightly as he grabs onto the end of the plug still inside him, tugging it out of him with a small wince and pop.

he watches the cum run down his legs, and a realization hits him. it's not about jisungs cum anymore. sure, it's an amazing addition to the man that chenle will definitely keep abusing if he continues to get the chance, but he's not craving it like he was before. now, he's just craving jisung.

he doesn't even know when it started, he hadn’t realized it himself until that quiet confession to jaemin in the bathroom. he thinks he likes jisung, maybe more than thinks. he's not even sure what to call it, not really. all he knows is that he wants to be near him all the time.

he aches for his presence, adores every little thing about him. the way he talks, the way he laughs, even the way he frowns when he's concentrating. it's something he can’t quite explain, and he’s not sure he wants to. not yet.

"fuck," chenle mutters, voice barely audible over the sound of the water hitting tile. he slides down the glass wall of the shower, legs folding beneath him as he sinks to the floor. steam curls around him, warm and suffocating, but it’s nothing compared to the weight pressing on his chest.

he lets his head fall into his hands, water trailing down his face like it’s trying to hide the way he’s falling apart. he likes jisung. and now that he's said it, admitted it, even if only to himself, there’s no pretending it’s not true.

when he steps back into his room, he lets out a tired sigh, eyes landing on the stained sheets he’d completely forgotten about. the last thing he wants to do right now is strip the bed and deal with laundry. so, using that as his excuse, and only that, he turns around and quietly makes his way down the hall to jisungs room.

jisung is already half-asleep when chenle slips inside, but he still shifts to make room, arms opening without question, a soft smile tugging at his lips when he looks up at the boy. chenle doesn't say a word, he just melts into the warmth of him, listening to the steady rhythm of jisungs breathing, and falls asleep wrapped in his arms.

chenle lets out a quiet sigh the next morning as he stretches his legs out across the cool floor of the dance studio, trying not to wince. the others are scattered around, half-awake and waiting for their choreographer to show up, but all chenle can focus on is the dull ache in his lower back and thighs.

of all the nights jisung could've chosen to absolutely wreck him, why did it have to be right before a 9 a.m. rehearsal? he shifts in place, and bites back a groan. all he wants is to crawl back into bed.

he watches jisung on the other side of the room, smiling shyly as he talks to renjun and mark, stretching his arms above his head. chenles eyes lingered a little too long, at first out of habit, then out of something softer, something terrifyingly real. he watched the way the other boy laughed, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside chenle just a few feet away.

chenles heart stuttered as he traced the curve of jisung smile, the crinkle at the edge of his eyes, and the easy confidence in the way he moved. it wasn't supposed to feel like this. it wasn't supposed to feel so much. but in that quiet moment, watching him like he was something worth watching, he realized with a slow, aching clarity that there was no going back anymore.

he likes jisung, and that was that. truthfully, he can't blame anyone but himself. he's the one who started all this, he's the one who let himself get too close, too personal, too interested in everything about the man.

and now, he thinks he's ruined everything.

chenle clears his throat and looks away from jisung, heat creeping up the back of his neck despite the chill spreading down his arms. he stands, stretching out the lingering soreness in his back, muscles protesting with every movement. he makes his way to the cubbies in the corner of the room. jaemin's already there, digging through his bag, and chenle hesitates. he's not sure he has it in him to handle the older boy's knowing looks or casual questions, not this morning

"hey," jaemin says, flashing a small smile as chenle steps up beside him, rifling through his own bag. "hey," chenle echoes, keeping his voice even as he pulls out his hoodie. jaemin turns slightly, unscrewing the lid of his water bottle as he leans casually against the cubbies. he takes a long sip, eyes flicking to look over at chenle.

chenle rolls his neck, preparing to pull his shirt off, when a sudden gasp makes him freeze. before he can move, jaemins hand shoots out, grabbing the back of his shirt and tugging it firmly back down. "what?" chenle asks, puzzled by the unexpected interruption, but jaemin just shakes his head, eyes wide and unreadable.

"your entire back is covered in hickeys," jaemin whispers, voice low enough so that none of the other members will hear him. chenle groans, pressing his forehead against the edge of the cubby in front of him, heat rushing to his cheeks. "i forgot about that," he mumbles, eyes closing as frustration and embarrassment wash over him.

he's not mad about the hickeys, he really couldn't care less. it's not that they're going to be visible to the public or anything, chenles frustration is more dedicated towards his recent realization. "can you cover me?" chenle asks quietly, craving the comfort of his hoodie.

jaemin nods without hesitation and steps in front of him, standing tall and blocking the view in case any of the other members glance their way. taking the chance, chenle pulls his shirt off quickly and tosses it aside, slipping his hoodie over his head. he pulls it down low, just past his hips, hiding the marks beneath the fabric. "thanks," chenle says, clearing his throat and shoving his shirt back into his bag.

"you seem kind of down today." jaemin notes, moving back away from chenle to rest against the cubbies again. chenle nods, turning around and leaning next to jaemin, he finds his eyes subconsciously float over to jisung again, who is showing donghyuck the correct footing of some random dance move. "yeah, i don't really feel that great." chenle says, watching jisung trip over himself slightly- it makes chenle smile.

jaemins eyes follow chenles toward jisung, and he tsks quietly. "because of him?" he asks. chenle looks away, like he's been caught. "i guess so," he says, licking his lips without thinking. jaemin nods, crossing his arms. "you should tell him." chenle scoffs immediately.

"yeah, right." he shakes his head like the suggestion is ridiculous. "no, i'm serious. i have a feeling he likes you back," jaemin says, calm and matter-of-fact. chenle chews at the inside of his cheek. "i don’t even know if it would work, anyway," he mutters, shrugging.

jaemin opens his mouth to respond, but before he can say anything, their choreographer walks into the room, clapping loudly to get the groups attention.

chenle can barely concentrate, thoughts tangled and loud. he meant what he said, he really isn't sure it would work. what if jisung did like him back, and they actually got together? they're constantly in the spotlight, cameras and fans tracking their every move. how long could it stay hidden? would it be worth the risk?

he can't help but spiral- what would the company say? what about the other members? would they be supportive, or would everything start to shift in ways they couldn't take back. headlines, speculations, it would be chaos. but the scariest part wasn't their idol image, it was what might happen if they tried. if it went wrong, if it ruined them. or worse; if it didn’t, and he finally had something real to lose. he couldn't lose jisung.

"i need a break," chenle blurts out suddenly, the words cutting through the room. every pair of eyes snaps to look at him, but he can't bring himself to meet any of them. his mind's spinning too fast, too loud, there's no way he can focus right now.

"you okay, chenle?" the choreographer asks gently. chenle nods quickly, offering a weak smile as he shakes his head, trying to shoo away the attention but it's no use. everyone's still watching, their concern hanging heavy in the air, and chenle feels more exposed than ever.

"yeah, sorry. just give me five minutes." he says, taking a small step back that he gently trips over, before slipping out of the studio without another word, the stares burning behind him as he moves out the door.

the cool air outside hits his skin like a shock, but it's a relief compared to the heat suffocating him inside. he leans against the wall, arms wrapped around himself, trying to steady his racing heart. he hears footsteps behind him before he realizes jisung is there, his presence quiet but steady.

"hey," jisung says quietly, chenle smiles up at him in a way that he tries to pretend is casual. "are you okay?" he then asks, and chenle nods quickly, even though it's not the truth in the slightest. "yeah, of course. why wouldn't i be?" he asks, jisung shrugs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

"you just seem kind of off today," jisung says, his tone awkward, searching for the right words. chenle glances away, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. "i’m fine," chenle repeats, but jisung isn't convinced. he tilts his head, swallowing slowly, clearly still worried.

"is it because of last night? i'm sorry if i hurt you or did something wrong, i-” jisung starts to ramble, but chenle shakes his head, cutting him off gently. "you did nothing wrong, don't worry," chenle says, offering a soft smile. jisung just furrows his eyebrows and presses his lips together, clearly still caught in his own thoughts.

"is it because of the kiss?" jisung asks, swallowing lightly as he watches chenle furrow his eyebrows and glance over at him. "what kiss?" chenle replies, genuinely confused. "when we were lying down after, and i kissed your cheek." jisung explains, a sad expression clouding his eyes, one chenle can't quite read or understand.

"why would it be because of that?" chenle asks, shaking his head slightly, swallowing hard. "i didn't think you liked it when i kissed you," jisung admits quietly, eyes darting away. "no, i- i don’t care,” chenle says, confused. “where did you get that idea from?” he looks at jisung, completely lost in the sudden shift between them.

"i don’t know.. sorry," jisung says with a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair, frustration and uncertainty flickering in his expression. chenle presses his lips into a thin line, looking away. the silence that follows is heavy, uncomfortable in a way that makes the air feel too thick, like even breathing takes effort. then, another voice cuts through it, sharp and sudden, slicing straight through the tension.

"the instructor is asking you guys to come back in," jaemin says, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb. both boys glance at him and nod. jisung clears his throat, muttering a quiet "okay" before stepping forward, brushing past jaemin as he heads back into the room without looking back.

jaemin lingers behind, watching him go. "what was that about?" he asks in a hushed whisper, falling in beside chenle. chenle shrugs, letting out a soft sigh. "i have no idea," he mutters, shaking his head. "come on, let's go back in." his voice is low, tired, and he steps ahead of jaemin, not wanting to say more.

jaemin watches him for a moment, his expression tinged with quiet understanding and a trace of sadness. he wonders if either of them will finally just admit what's going on between them, or if they'll keep dragging each other through this quiet, aching kind of loneliness.

it seems they decide the latter, because they spend the next few days with an uncomfortable weariness around their heads. at an interview, chenle chooses a seat on the complete opposite side away from jisung, at home, he tries to avoid spaces that jisung is in.

it's the same kind of ignorance that chenle once faced when he first asked jisung if he could have his cum, it happens in the same way; only this time, he's not sure jisung is going to be the one knocking on his door and asking him to talk.

chenle knows that jisung thinks it's his fault, but it's not. it's really not. he doesn't want jisung to feel guilt, either about the sex or about the kiss, but he can't find it in himself to face jisung. he knows he's being selfish, he's well aware of that fact.

he knows it even more after jaemin pulled him aside another night, asking him why he's ignoring jisung. he recalls jaemin saying something to him about how jisung talked to him about it, and how it's been eating him alive.

chenle doesn't know what to do. he tried to explain to jaemin his thoughts, the reason why he's been ignoring jisung, but jaemin just called him stupid and told him to knock some sense into his head. he tries to remind him that at the end of the day they're still best friends, and it's not fair at all to ignore jisung like this without an explanation.

still, chenle just can't bear to face him. he doesn't know what to do.

“movie night!” jenos voice rips him out of his thoughts, followed by a series of loud, enthusiastic knocks against chenles door. each thud sends a pulse straight through his already pounding headache, making him wince.

chenle groans quietly, pressing the heel of his palm to his temple. he really can't be bothered with a movie night right now- not with the way his head is throbbing, and definitely not with all the emotional weight lingering inside him.

still, he pulls himself out of bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he shuffles to the door. it creaks open with a soft groan, and he drags his feet down the hallway toward the lounge, where three of the seven members are already sprawled out on the couches and floor, laughing softly and picking through a pile of snacks.

the room is warm and dimly lit, familiar, but chenle feels oddly out of place as he steps inside. he falls down in his usual spot on the couch, curling his legs into himself. he glances up at the screen to see what movie was chosen, call me by your name.

renjun strolls into the lounge in a cheerful singsong, plopping down onto the couch across the room beside mark and jeno. he throws a casual glance chenles way as he settles in, and chenle furrows his brows, it feels... off. like something unspoken just passed between them.

then jaemin enters, kicking at chenles feet lightly as he passes, a teasing smirk on his face. instead of squeezing onto the couch next to chenle, he drops down onto the beanbag- the only other unoccupied spot in the room.

chenle blinks.

all eyes are casually back on the screen, or focused towards the other members, but something about the way renjun smiled, and the way jaemin didn’t even hesitate to take the beanbag instead of sitting next to him like chenle assumed he would, makes chenle feel like maybe this wasn't as spontaneous of a movie night as it seemed.

chenle knows the members see the tension simmering between him and jisung- they're not stupid. and now, a flicker of doubt creeps in: did jaemin say something to them about it?

chenle glances around at the others; mark, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, and renjun, all settled into their usual spots, relaxed and chatting as they usually would. the only person missing now is jisung and the only space left in the room is right next to him.

it’s a small couch, just big enough for two people to sit if they don't mind being pressed up against each other. and until recently, that was never a problem. jisung and chenle never minded before.

the thought makes chenle suck in a quiet breath, his body tensing before he can stop it. without thinking, he subtly shifts closer to the edge of the couch, putting a bit more space between him and the empty cushion beside him. he should've just taken the beanbag, he realizes. at least then he wouldn't be stuck in this uncertain limbo, waiting, hoping, dreading, wondering if jisung would sit next to him or not.

but now he just sits there, silent, eyes glazed over as he stares up at the title screen still paused on the tv. the conversation around him turns to muffled static, laughter and chatter bleeding into the background, none of it reaching him.

he starts to wonder if jisung decided not to come at all. maybe he bailed. but then, just as that thought starts to settle uncomfortably in his chest, he hears the soft shuffle of footsteps behind him, hesitant, familiar. and just like that, chenles pulse jumps.

he almost turns to look at jisung when he hears him enter, but stops himself at the last second, forcing his attention to stay fixed on the screen instead. "sorry i took forever," jisung says, his voice cutting straight through chenle like a wire pulled too tight.

chenle hears his footsteps round the corner of the couch and braces for him to sit beside him like he always does. but instead, jisung drops to the floor, settling in against the empty space just below, his back resting against the couch.

jisung clears his throat lightly, not glancing back to look at chenle once. chenles eyes follow him as jisung leans forward to grab a random snack from the pile in front of him, the pop of the bag opening is quiet but to chenle it feels awfully loud.

"alright," jeno says with a smile, scanning the room. "let's get this movie going!" he settles deeper into the couch and presses play. the soft hum of the intro music fills the room, drawing everyones attention to the screen, but chenle doesn’t look up.

instead, his eyes are fixed on jisung- the back of his head, the way his hair still glistens slightly damp. chenle guesses jisung must've just stepped out of the shower. a pang of guilt twists in chenles chest. he never wanted jisung to feel like this, to feel like he can’t even sit beside him anymore.

in chenles most selfish moment, he wants jisung right next to him. it's a sharp contrast to only minutes ago, when the very thought of jisung sitting beside him twisted his stomach with unease, but now, that feeling has shifted.

his eyes catch on a stray piece of jisungs hair, sticking out just a little. chenle swallows, a quiet idea forming in his mind. he probably shouldn't do it, he knows that, but he’s unsure how else to show jisung that he's still okay with him being close.

so, chenle glances around, making sure no one else is watching. when he's certain, he leans over just slightly, fingers reaching into jisungs hair to gently smooth the rebellious strand down, silent and tentative.

jisungs entire body stiffens at the touch. chenle catches the way jisungs hand tightens on the chip bag, subtle but unmistakable. chenle clears his throat softly right after, pulling himself back into the cushion. his hand rises to cover his mouth, a quiet attempt to hide the sudden nervousness fluttering through him.

jisung swallows lightly from where he's sitting, and finally, he glances back to look at chenle. chenle catches the movement in the corner of his eye as jisung looks at him, but he stills in his position, eyes focused on the movie as if nothing happened.

jisungs eyes flicker downward, confusion clouding his expression after that small, unexpected interaction. what did it mean? why now, after so long of barely acknowledging him? he bites his bottom lip thoughtfully, then reluctantly looks away from chenle.

but despite the hesitation, jisung shifts a little closer, letting his side press gently against chenles leg dangling off the couch. it’s a quiet, tentative move. an unspoken question hanging between them in the dim light of the room. chenle lets him.

there's an uncomfortable cloud hanging over them, thick and heavy, aching for release, and less than ten minutes into the movie, it finally breaks.

jisung suddenly stands, eyes locking onto chenles alone, ignoring everyone else. without a word, his brows knit together as he reaches out and grabs chenles hand, tugging him off the couch. chenle gasps, a flicker of nervousness tightening in his chest as jisung pulls him down the hallway.

"jisung-" chenle tries to speak, but jisung doesn’t listen. he keeps pulling until they reach his room, then shuts and locks the door behind them. "we're talking,” jisung asserts, crossing his arms and giving chenle a look so serious chenle knows that there's no way of getting out of this.

chenle stays silent, staring up at jisungs upset eyes, a flush creeping across his cheeks. "why are you ignoring me?" jisung asks first, his voice cracking under the weight of his frustration. chenle bites the inside of his cheek, searching for words he can’t find.

"is it because of what happened? the sex, i mean," jisung presses. chenle shakes his head quickly. "because if that's it, chenle, you consented. it's not fair to just shut me out without telling me what i did wrong," jisung adds, his hand sweeping through the air like it's pleading for a reason.

chenle swallows, shaking his head again. "it's not that-" he begins, but jisung sighs and rubs a hand over his face. "so it was the kiss, then?" jisung says, eyes narrowing. chenle just stares back, baffled. what was with this kiss? why did jisung think it upset him so much?

honestly, when it happened, chenle barely registered it. they'd just had sex, a quick kiss on the cheek wasn't something to freak out over. "you really think a fucking kiss bothered me that much?" chenle snaps, irritation rising. is jisung really that clueless?

"yeah, i do, chenle!" jisung shouts, the sudden volume making chenle flinch. "i heard you talking to jaemin the first time we kissed, how you said it was weird." jisung admits, and chenle scoffs. so that explains it.

"firstly, you shouldn’t be eavesdropping on my private conversations!" chenle retorts, knowing it’s petty but not caring. "and secondly, i didn't mean it like that, god," he says, closing his eyes and taking a frustrated breath.

"how did you mean it then? because to me, it felt like you weren't okay with it." jisung counters, shrugging. chenle swallows down his anger, gritting his teeth before exhaling. "i said it was weird because it felt like more than just a kiss to me," chenle says quietly, watching jisungs brow furrow deeper.

"what the hell does that mean?" jisung asks sharply. chenle wants to scream. "i just wondered if it meant more to you," he admits. jisung laughs, a sound that could be either amusement or pure rage, or both. "so that's what this is about, huh? you think this means more than just hooking up?" jisung asks, voice low but intense. chenle clenches his fists tightly.

"no," chenle replies, unwilling to tell the full truth. "then tell me!" jisung demands, voice rising again. chenle feels his heart race. "i'm trying to figure out if it means more to me than just hooking up," chenle admits, closing his eyes to avoid jisungs reaction.

the silence that follows is thick, almost suffocating, before jisung finally breathes out, "what?".

"i think i'm starting to actually like you," chenle confesses, knowing there's no going back now. if he doesn't say it now, the resentment will only grow heavier inside him and he'll never end up saying it.

jisung just breathes, eyes locked on chenle after he speaks, and a wave of regret rises inside chenle. he's sure he's messed everything up, that jisung's going to hate him forever now.

"you like me?” jisung asks, swallowing hard. chenle looks down, wiping the sweat-soaked sleeve of his hoodie across his face. "yeah." chenle presses his lips together, feeling tears sting the edges of his eyes. "sorry." he adds with a shrug.

jisung lets out a shaky sigh. "you could've just told me that instead of ignoring me," he says softly. chenle looks up, confusion clouding his features. "i thought you'd hate me," chenle confesses quietly.

jisung shakes his head with a scoff, a small smile tugging at his lips. chenle doesn't know that jisung feels the exact opposite. "i'd never hate you, idiot," jisung says, pulling chenle into a tight hug, arms wrapping around him like a shield.

"i like you, chenle," jisung admits back, and chenle stills against his chest. "sorry." jisung repeats, breath shaky. "since when?" chenle asks quietly, not fully believing the words as they come. jisung shrugs, fingers tightening gently around chenles waist. "forever."

chenle closes his eyes, feeling foolish. he shouldn't have ignored jisung. of course jisung wouldn't hate him. and of course jisung likes him, chenle's just an idiot for not seeing it sooner. after all, why else would he put up with all the insane requests chenle's been throwing at him for the past month?

"i'm so sorry," chenle whispers, pressing his head deeper into jisungs chest. jisungs soft laughter ripples through him. "it's okay. i get why you were scared," jisung murmurs, resting his chin gently atop chenles hair.

chenle tilts his head up, their faces just centimeters apart. his eyes meet jisungs, and jisungs gaze softens as it meets his own. with a pounding heart and cheeks flushed red, chenle rises on his tiptoes, their lips meeting in a kiss, one that neither of them will regret this time.