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Chenle always hated the gym showers.
Ever since he first started playing basketball, it left a weird taste in his mouth; having to shower around guys he barely knew other than their shared passion for basketball. It always felt like an invasion of privacy of sorts, and despite being confident in himself, it made him feel self conscious, in a way.
Never again.
He made that promise to himself when he was sixteen years old. Now, as a twenty-one year old in his junior year of university, he still keeps that promise. He's practically panting as he walks back to his dorm room, dripping sweat down his basketball jersey.
He fumbles with his key for a moment, free hand running through his blond hair that's dripping with sweat. He unlocks the door quickly, more than ready to get out of his uniform that's currently soaked with sweat. His gym bag dangles from his shoulders, swinging against his leg.
What he doesn't expect though, is his roommate, Jisung, on his bed, naked from the waist down and working his hand over his cock, the faintest moans leaving his lips. He has his headphones on, eyes closed and head thrown back. His cheeks are flushed a deep red, adam’s apple bobbing slightly when he works his hand over the tip just right. His noises get a little breather, a little more desperate as his face scrunches up slightly, glasses sitting askew on his face.
The sight leaves Chenle’s mouth dry. He didn't even know Jisung would be home, he assumed Jisung would be in class or hanging out with his friends, if he even has any. Scarily enough, it's not even the fact that Jisung is jerking off that's throwing him in for a loop.
Nerdy, emo, astrology major Jisung is hung like a fucking horse?
He barely has time to look any longer before Jisung’s eyes flutter open to glance down at his phone that's in his free hand, but then he catches a glimpse of Chenle. They lock eyes for a moment, both seemingly frozen. The air stills when Jisung brings his hand to a halt, and Chenle's eyes drop, zeroing in on his cock.
Jisung’s eyes widen before he scrambles to cover himself up with his blanket, pulling his headphones off. “Fuck— Chenle, I didn't think—” He's frantic, a little delirious as he trembles. “I'm so sorry, holy shit,”
“Hey— Chill out, man. We all do it, no biggie.” Chenle shrugs, but he can't hide the slight shake in his voice. He drops his gym bag to the floor, quickly beelining it towards the bathroom. He turns back for a moment, taking in the sight of his roommate. His cheeks are dark red, bulge still straining under his blanket. “Sorry, should've knocked. That's my bad.” He says, forcing himself into the bathroom.
Chenle leans back against the door, eyes squeezing shut as he heaves. If he wasn't sweating before, he is now, ten times harder. He tries to shake the image from his head as he kicks his sneakers off, his head spinning.
The image never leaves though. Not as he finishes undressing, not as he steps in the shower, not even when he's forced to switch to a cold shower to alleviate himself.
A week passes, and Chenle thinks he's going insane. He can't stop thinking about it.
He's usually a pretty forgetful person, always fumbling with deadlines and test dates. For some reason though, that image of Jisung won't leave his mind.
Honestly, he always thought Jisung was a little… weird. He barely talks, he shakes a lot, and he can't make eye contact to save his life. He's an astronomy major, for crying out loud. And to top it all off, he's… well… emo, or something along those lines. He always has his music playing at an ungodly volume in his headphones, Chenle knows because he hears it, constantly. Strong guitar, hard drums, loud, whiny vocals. Chenle has always found it pretty weird, but never said much about it. Everyone has their quirks.
But Jisung? He's weird. He's odd. Who else jerks off at 5 pm on a Tuesday? Who else masturbates with their pants all the way off? Who else touches themselves in a fully lit room with headphones on? It just doesn't make sense to Chenle.
The only time Chenle ever jerks off is when he knows he'll be alone for a while. Usually, he goes for the shower, or under the covers of his bed when Jisung goes to his night classes.
Chenle could tell they were complete opposites from the day they met. That stupidly dark black hair, the ends fried from previous bleaching, that thin hoop through his nose, that stupid eyebrow piercing that Chenle couldn't stop looking at for days on end. Chenle, on the other hand, is the point guard for their university’s basketball team, that's the only thing actually interesting about him, he thinks. His blond hair is the only distinctive feature about his physical appearance; stupidly yellow because he refuses to use toner. He has absolutely nothing in common with Jisung, or at least nothing he's aware of.
It's weird how Chenle suddenly isn't able to stop thinking about Jisung. How he sounded when he brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock, the sheer amount of precum that dripped from him, that blissed out look on his face. And the thing Chenle is most curious about is what the hell he was watching. He briefly considered taking Jisung's phone and going through it, but quickly scrapped the idea when he realized that he didn't know the passcode.
Is he gay?
That's the big question on his mind. Most emos are gay, right? It's not bad to assume that he might be, right? What straight man dresses like that?
Chenle feels like an asshole.
He's never really gotten to know Jisung, he's never really cared to, so why on God’s green earth is he bringing pork belly back to their dorm for Jisung? Maybe it's due to the fact that it's 12 am and Chenle is drunk out of his mind after celebrating a big win with his basketball team, maybe it's something else that Chenle refuses to name. Though, he isn't quite sure why he went out of his way to order an extra meal for the sole purpose of taking it home to Jisung.
As he stumbles through the door, he's greeted by the sound of faint… rock?... metal..? music playing from Jisung’s phone. Jisung is tapping his fingers against his thigh like he's trying to commit the beat to memory, his eyebrows knitted in concentration. He freezes and quickly turns his music off the second Chenle enters.
Chenle mutters a quick greeting as he kicks his shoes off, almost falling due to his inebriated state. He stumbles over to Jisung’s bed, sitting the styrofoam takeout container on the mattress before he steps over to his own bed.
“What's this?” Jisung asks, glancing down at the container on his bed. He adjusts his glasses, the frame of them bumping against his eyebrow piercing with a faint click.
“Mm, pork belly. Got it from that place down the— hic— down the street.” Chenle’s words slur as he stumbles over to his own bed.
“Oh, um, thanks.” Jisung says quietly, grabbing his headphones from his nightstand.
Chenle should go to bed, he has a test early in the morning. But dammit, that question is still on his mind. A little liquid courage, or in this case, a lot, is all it took to get him to spill it.
“Are you gay?”
Jisung’s eyes widen as his gaze snaps up, eyebrows furrowing slightly. He looks wounded almost, a little hurt by the question. “I—” He pauses, tilting his head slightly. “I mean, yeah? Is that a problem, or..?”
Chenle quickly shakes his head. “No, not at all.”
It's silent as Jisung chews on his bottom lip, pushing his glasses up on his nose, brows furrowing as he visibly considers his next words.
“Are you?”
That's not a question Chenle expected. Jisung is usually so… shy. Either that, or Chenle has never really talked to him enough to know.
He shrugs, tugging off his shirt and crawling into his bed. “I dunno. I'm open to new things.” He murmurs, slipping himself under the covers. “Goodnight.”
Jisung makes a noise of confusion before he slips his headphones back on, cheeks a faint shade of red.
Chenle isn't sure when it became a routine.
He's bringing Jisung food for the ninth time this month. There’s no special occasion, no game, nothing even mildly interesting. He just… wants to, and he isn't quite sure of why. He can't even blame it on the alcohol this time, he's stone cold sober.
As he sits the container down on Jisung’s bed, he yawns. “Here.” He murmurs, stepping over to his own bed.
He isn't even quite sure if Jisung likes pork belly, but judging by the way he wakes up to empty styrofoam containers on the counter with dirty chopsticks, he thinks he might like it.
“Wait.” Jisung says, pulling himself up on his bed and scratching at his head. “There's more than enough in here for us to share, you know.” He offers quietly.
Jisung is inviting me to share with him? Okay.
Chenle smiles faintly, stepping over to their little kitchen area. It's not really a kitchen, hell, they're not even allowed to cook in their dorm. It's a stupid little fridge, a microwave, and a cup full of chopsticks and other utensils. There are packs of ramen and bowls scattered around on the small counter, along with paper plates, plastic cups, and napkins. It's not much, but it's more than enough for them. Chenle grabs two pairs of chopsticks, a paper plate, and a napkin before he steps over to Jisung’s bed.
“Thanks.” Chenle murmurs, opening the squeaky styrofoam with practiced ease. He bends down, picking a few pieces up and placing them on his plate. He drops the second pair of chopsticks next to Jisung, humming something along the lines of Here you go. He goes to step back over to his bed, but Jisung pipes up again.
“You can sit, if you want.” Jisung offers, patting the spot on the bed next to him.
Chenle raises his eyebrows, another faint smile gracing his lips before he steps back over to Jisung’s bed, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. “Damn, your bed is way comfier than mine.”
Jisung laughs softly, shaking his head. “I have a mattress topper, brought it from home.”
It's silent for a moment as they dig in, the faint smacks of the food in their mouth filling the room. That is, until Jisung speaks up.
“Why'd you ask if I was gay?”
Chenle furrows his eyebrows, trying to recall the memory. When did I..? Then it hits him, pretty much smacks him in the face. “Shit, I forgot about that, I was so drunk.” He laughs softly in embarrassment. “I don't know, aren't most emo people gay?”
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
“That's quite the rude stereotype, don't you think?” Jisung laughs softly, shaking his head as he chows down.
“I mean, yeah, but like… There's nothing wrong with being gay, I don't really see why it's considered rude.” Chenle shrugs, mentally cursing himself for being so blunt.
“Touché.” Jisung hums, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Chenle stands up, going over to the fridge. “You want anything?” He asks, grabbing himself a gatorade.
“Do we still have those fruity sodas?” Jisung asks, glancing over at the fridge.
Chenle scans the fridge, and alas, no sodas. He groans playfully, shaking his head. “Fuck, we don't. Sorry, I'll stock up on more.”
He isn't sure why he's so insistent on buying things for Jisung, and he isn't sure of why this all started after he walked in on Jisung jerking off.
“It's fine. I'll take a water.” Jisung says.
Chenle nods, grabbing a bottle of water before he shuffles back over to Jisung's bed. He takes a seat, passing the water to Jisung before he cracks open his gatorade. “Tell me about yourself.”
Jisung furrows his eyebrows, glancing over at Chenle as he sips his water. “There's not much to tell.”
“Sure there is. When did you start… being emo..?” Chenle mentally cringes at himself, sipping his gatorade to shut himself up.
“You're very blunt.” Jisung says quietly, shaking his head with a soft laugh. “I don't know, probably middle school? Watched a My Chemical Romance music video and something in my brain… clicked.” He shrugs.
“My Chemical Romance?” Chenle asks, tilting his head in confusion.
“You don't know them?” Jisung laughs in disbelief, eyes widening as he pulls out his phone.
Chenle shakes his head, shifting backwards on the bed to make himself comfortable. He watches Jisung's thumbs work quickly over the screen, before he taps on a video.
Music starts playing from Jisung's phone as he turns it to landscape mode, turning it towards Chenle. The song starts pretty tame, but then suddenly, it's loud.
It’s… different, Chenle thinks. It's not something he'd ever listen to under any circumstances, but something about the way Jisung's eyes light up makes him smile.
The guy on screen, who Chenle assumes is the lead singer, is singing in what appears to be a funeral. It's a bit heavy for his taste, but Jisung is mouthing every word, eyes sparkling as he watches like he's seeing it for the first time ever.
“This song is what made me want to learn guitar.” Jisung murmurs, barely audible as he fixes his eyes on the music video.
“You play?” Chenle asks, keeping his eyes trained on the music video as the song reaches its final climax.
Jisung glances over at Chenle with a look of confusion, tilting his head. “I'm in a band, I thought you knew that.”
What?
In hindsight, it was pretty obvious. There's literally an electric guitar sitting in the corner of their room. Chenle feels like a dumbass. Why haven't I been paying attention to him?
“Yeah, I knew. Forgot.” Chenle lies through his teeth, watching as the music video ends.
“You don't have to lie, you know.” Jisung mumbles, scrolling through his phone to find another music video. “We actually, um, have a gig coming up in a few weeks if you want to stop by..? It's at that one bar up the street. I think it's called Puzzle Piece..?”
He’s inviting me to one of his shows. Play it cool. Chenle smiles softly, nodding. “I'd love that.”
“What did you think, by the way..? The song.” He asks quietly, embarrassment evident in his tone.
“Not quite my style, but I see the appeal, I guess.” Chenle shrugs, leaning back against the wall that Jisung's bed is up against.
Jisung nods, smile faltering a little as he shifts on the bed. “What type of music do you like?”
Honestly, Chenle had never put much thought into that. He doesn't really have a favorite artist, he just listens to whatever's good. He shrugs. “I don't know, just mainly whatever they play at basketball practice. If I had to choose though, probably something slow.”
“Huh.” Jisung murmurs, pulling up another music video. He bites his lip for a moment before he presses play, the soft guitar filling the room. “This one isn't exactly emo, per say, but it's one of my favorite songs.”
This is tolerable, honestly not bad at all.
“What's this?” Chenle asks, a smile creeping on his face as he glances over at Jisung for a heartbeat.
The melody is nice, it's something Chenle could see himself listening to on occasion. He's always been a fan of slower songs.
“Champagne Supernova. It's by Oasis.” Jisung smiles, eyes fixed on Chenle rather than the music video.
Oasis. Where have I heard that name before?
The poster. That small poster on the wall behind Jisung's bed.
“Like your poster?” Chenle points, not realizing how close they are until he turns his head again.
Jisung nods, smiling fondly. “My favorite band.”
Chenle fixes his eyes back on the music video, still feeling Jisung's eyes burning holes on his face. When he glances over again, meeting Jisung's eyes for a split second, Jisung immediately turns his gaze back to the video.
But Chenle doesn't look away. He can't. His heart is pounding, focusing on every little detail on Jisung's face. That little mole under his lip, his sharp nose, those fucking piercings. Has he always been this attractive?
Chenle knows the answer is yes, he's just been too stubborn to admit it.
They're sitting shoulder to shoulder, and Chenle isn't quite sure when that happened. When Jisung turns his head again, their eyes meet for a second time. The building music in the background adds to their little moment, their breathing practically in sync. Jisung's eyes flicker down to Chenle’s lips for a split second, so fast that Chenle barely catches it.
But he does, and he can't deny the way his heart leaps. His own eyes flicker down to Jisung’s lips, neither of them moving. The tension in the air is so thick that even the sharpest of knives couldn't cut it. He half expects Jisung to back away, say no, anything. Instead, Jisung wets his lips, looking at Chenle expectantly. Chenle brings a hand up, tentatively going up to cup Jisung’s cheek, thumb brushing over his cheekbone, feather-light. When Jisung leans into the touch ever so slightly, Chenle takes it as a sign.
Chenle leans in, fluttering his eyes shut as he presses his forehead to Jisung’s. They stay like that for a few seconds, breathing in the closeness, before Chenle finally connects their lips gently. Jisung stills for a second, exhaling shakily through his nose before he relaxes into it, pushing his head forward ever so slightly to deepen it.
Kissing Jisung is thrilling, Chenle thinks. They're smiling slightly as their lips move against each other's, and Chenle turns his body slightly to get a better angle. His hand on Jisung’s cheek trails up to his hair, brushing gently through the unfortunately bleach-fried locks. Jisung sighs into the kiss, leaning into Chenle’s hand as he tilts his head.
When Chenle pulls away and opens his eyes, he's met with a beautiful sight; Jisung, cheeks bright red and lips spit-slick, pupils blown wide when he opens his eyes. Jisung looks like he wants more, but they both know they shouldn't. Not now, at least.
“What was that for?” Jisung asks quietly, the corners of his lips twitching up into a faint smile. He looks nervous, his smile widening by the second.
Chenle smiles back, shrugging. “Just wanted to.” He pats Jisung’s cheek twice, turning his gaze back to his food and grabbing his chopsticks. He feels like he's on top of the world as he picks up a piece of pork belly.
They finish eating in silence, exchanging soft glances every few seconds. It’s cloying, Chenle feels like a high schooler again, all shy and giddy under that stupid nonchalant facade.
Jisung is a lot cooler than he expected.
The passing weeks seem to fly by. With exams coming up and countless basketball practices, Chenle feels like he's suffocating. The only thing he's had to actually look forward to is Jisung's gig.
As Chenle walks into the bar, he's hit with a wave of nostalgia. He used to sneak into this place back in his first year of college, and it's barely changed a bit. The air smells of a familiar vodka that he can't quite remember the name of.
He steps over to the bar, ordering a citrusy soda. Any other night, he'd get drunk off his ass and heckle whatever band was playing.
Not tonight. Not with Jisung.
The lights dim slightly when Chenle takes a sip of his drink, causing him to quickly make his way near the stage.
He feels… out of place. His outfit is extremely plain; a plain grey jacket, a Golden State Warriors t-shirt underneath with plain jeans. Everyone around him looks like they're exactly where they need to be, meanwhile Chenle looks like a tourist who just so happened to stumble upon this show by accident.
He leans against a wall beside the small crowd of people, tapping his foot anxiously, a small smile on his face when the band walks out on stage.
And there he is, in all his glory.
Jisung.
He looks… God, he looks fucking amazing.
Chenle’s mouth goes dry when Jisung lifts his arms to adjust his mic, his shirt riding up to show off his studded belt, the waistband of his boxers peeking out from under his jeans, and a small sliver of stomach. To make things even worse, Jisung has a tie loosely and lazily tied around his neck, right under the collar of his baggy button up shirt. His glasses are off, hair tousled slightly to add to the look.
The drummer counts the band off, and it's unlike anything Chenle could've ever imagined.
Again, this isn't quite his style of music, but the way Jisung bites his lip in concentration as he plays the complicated riff of the song has Chenle sweating.
Chenle has never seen Jisung so… free, he's never seen him in his element like this. His forearms flex with each strum of the electric guitar, veins visible under the lights illuminating the stage.
The crowd is going crazy. They're running around, pushing each other, and Chenle can only assume they're… moshing? He wasn't very familiar with the term until about a week ago when Jisung sat him down and taught him about concert etiquette.
Jisung is much more different on stage than he is in person. On stage, he has this confident aura about him, sly, subtle smirks when he nails his part just right. He's beaming, shining in a way Chenle never could've imagined possible.
Then, Jisung scans the crowd as he plays his guitar in quick downstrokes, almost like he's looking for something. And when he catches a glimpse of Chenle mid song? He breaks out into a shy smile, cheeks flushing a slight red.
Chenle smiles wide, giving a thumbs up. He looks a little closer, and—
Holy shit.
Is he wearing eyeliner?
Chenle feels all the air leave his lungs when Jisung winks at him, nodding towards the mosh pit and raising his eyebrows.
He wants me to mosh?
Reluctantly, Chenle tosses his cup in the large trashcan beside him, keeping eye contact with Jisung as he makes his way into the crowd. He weaves his way through, rolling the sleeves of his jacket up to his elbows.
His eyes scan the people around him, trying hard to figure out his next moves. He glances up at Jisung one last time, flashing him a nervous smile before he pushes his way in.
He's awkward, arms flailing as he copies the people surrounding him. He gets hit a few times, and he's more than certain he'll have a few bruises when he wakes up. He catches a glimpse of Jisung through his slight struggle, who's smiling fondly as he plays his guitar extra hard.
As the night goes on, the whole moshing thing gets easier. It reminds Chenle of basketball, in a weird way. He's practically juking people. By the time it's over, Chenle is sweating, panting for air as the crowd disperses.
Jisung is backstage, most likely putting his equipment away. In the meantime, Chenle scans the bar, eyes lighting up when he notices a merch stand. He quickly makes his way over to the small table, buying an oversized shirt. The logo is… well, it's very Jisung.
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The star in the logo makes Chenle smile, it's hand drawn, a little sloppy. He practically bolts to the bathroom the second he pays for the shirt, stepping into a stall and switching shirts with a quickness. He drapes his old shirt over his shoulder, smiling as he checks himself out in the mirror for a moment. When he steps out of the bathroom, he spots Jisung. He's searching the bar with wide eyes, a slight frown on his face like he thinks Chenle left.
Chenle rushes up behind Jisung, tapping him on the shoulder with a giddy smile on his face.
When Jisung turns around, his face softens, a shy smile creeping up his lips. “You came.”
“I did.” Chenle smiles, watching Jisung's eyes drop down to his shirt.
“You— You got merch?” Jisung’s eyes light up, his smile widening.
Chenle thinks it's the prettiest sight he's ever seen. “Jisung, seriously, you were amazing.” He says a little louder than he means to. After an hour of music blaring in his ears, his hearing is a little off.
“You think so?” Jisung asks, tilting his head slightly. He's sweating, still coming down from the high of performing.
“Where's that confident Jisung from a few minutes ago?” Chenle teases Jisung's sudden shyness, pushing his shoulder slightly. “Genuinely though, you fucking rocked, man.”
Jisung shifts slightly, eyes flickering down to Chenle’s lips for a moment. Chenle knows what he wants, and he wants it too. More than anything.
Before Chenle can smoothly make a move, Jisung is crashing their lips together with a soft sound. His hands cup Chenle’s face, shifting his body closer.
Chenle is shocked, to say the least, his arms quickly draping around Jisung's waist. This is their first real kiss, nothing like their measly tight-lipped kiss a few weeks prior.
Jisung parts from the kiss, suddenly shy again. “Was that okay? Fuck, I should've asked first—”
“That was more than okay.” Chenle smiles, reaching up to brush Jisung's hair out of his eyes. “Is that eyeliner?” He murmurs.
Sheepishly, Jisung nods, laughing faintly. “Yeah, my bandmate, Donghyuck, does it for me. I've never been great at it.”
“I heard my name. Who's this?” A mystery man, who Chenle can only assume is Donghyuck, comes over, glancing between the pair.
“This is, um, Chenle. My roommate.” Jisung says softly, pulling his hands to himself and shoving them in his pockets awkwardly.
“So you're the roommate Jisung never shuts up about during band practice?” Donghyuck pokes Chenle’s shoulder, a little forcefully.
Jisung elbows Donghyuck quickly, glaring at him with dark eyes before softening his expression and looking back at Chenle.
“So he talks about me? Good things I hope?” Chenle tilts his head, a smug smile on his face.
“Very good things.” Donghyuck smiles, outstretching a hand to Chenle.
Chenle shakes his hand firmly, nodding. “Good to hear.”
“Catch you later, Ji, you did great.” Donghyuck says, pecking Jisung's cheek before he walks away.
“He's… a lot sometimes, sorry about that.” Jisung says, shaking his head.
“All good, man.” Chenle reassures. “Ready to head back to the dorm? I'm beat.”
Jisung nods, grabbing his guitar case from the stage. “Would you give me a ride back? I caught a ride from Renjun, but I think he had to go to Jeno’s place and I didn't want to be a bother and—” He cuts himself off when he realizes he's rambling.
“Jeno? That's crazy, he's on the team with me. Small world.” Chenle smiles. “You don't have to ask for a ride, dude, I understand.” He nods, letting Jisung lead them out of the bar.
The ride home is nothing short of amazing. Jisung talks Chenle's ear off about the show, how excited he was when he saw Chenle in the crowd; he's obviously still full of adrenaline.
The second they step in the dorm, Jisung sits his guitar case down next to his bed gently, yawning as he kicks his shoes off.
Chenle pretends to busy himself for a moment, heart thumping against his ribs when he takes his shoes off and tosses them to the ground. And suddenly, he pounces, practically attacking Jisung with a deep kiss, hands going down to his waist and pulling his hips flush against his own. The sound Jisung makes is nothing short of heavenly.
“You did so fucking good tonight,” Chenle whispers in between kisses, fingers looping in Jisung's belt loops.
Jisung whines into the kiss, pressing his hips forward against Chenle’s urgently. He parts his lips hesitantly, slipping his tongue in Chenle's mouth.
And then Chenle feels it, pressed right against his tongue.
Metal.
Jisung has a fucking tongue piercing.
Chenle swirls his tongue around it to make sure he's not imagining things, but sure enough, it's there. “You have— holy shit, you have a tongue piercing?” He murmurs between kisses.
Jisung nods, laughing faintly, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as his hands tug Chenle towards to bed. Chenle parts from the kiss to sit on Jisung's bed, his back pressing against the headboard as Jisung clumsily makes his way to the mattress. He kneels on the mattress between Chenle’s legs, pulling them up to rest on his thighs. “Is this okay?”
Chenle nods quickly, wrapping his legs around Jisung's waist and pulling him closer. “Wanted this since I walked in on you that day.” He murmurs, tilting his head back when Jisung leans forward and works his lips across his jaw.
Those words seem to have an effect on Jisung, because he breathes out a shaky noise, pushing his hips down against Chenle’s.
“Have you— yeah, right there— have you done this before?” Chenle asks, gasping when Jisung starts sucking at the sweet spot near his adam's apple.
“Yeah— Couple times.” Jisung murmurs, mouthing over Chenle’s adam's apple, tongue working wonders.
A couple times? Honestly, Chenle assumed Jisung was a virgin; another rude stereotype he had about emo people. He slots his fingers in Jisung’s sweaty hair, scratching down on his scalp before tightening his grip.
“Oh— So good, Chenle,” Jisung breathes, his mouth mapping over the sensitive skin of Chenle’s throat. He keeps grinding his hips forward, languid and a little staggered as he brushes his growing bulge against Chenle.
Chenle presses his hips down, matching Jisung's pace. “You looked so good on stage, fuck, your fingers—” He breathes, voice edging the line of desperation.
Jisung whines at the comment, hands going down to unbutton Chenle’s pants. “Lift your hips, please.” He whispers, tugging Chenle's zipper down.
Naturally, Chenle does. After all, Jisung said please. He lets Jisung pull his pants off, the force pulling him down on the bed a little farther. He laughs softly at Jisung’s eagerness, pulling himself upright. He reaches forward, tugging at Jisung’s loose tie. “How do you want me?” He asks, pulling Jisung closer by his tie.
“Anyway you'll let me.” Jisung murmurs, a determined look in his eye. His lips hover over Chenle's, the tips of their noses touching.
Chenle thinks over it for a moment. He usually tops, although he has bottomed before in the past. But then, he thinks back to that image of Jisung working his hand over his cock a few months back, and he comes to a final decision. “Will you fuck me?” He asks quietly, a faint smile on his face. Jisung’s dick is too big for him to not put it to good use. While the idea of fucking Jisung into the bed sounds amazing, he'd rather have Jisung fuck him this time.
Jisung nods eagerly as he works on unbuckling his studded belt.
“That belt is so fucking hot, Ji,” Chenle murmurs, biting his lip for a moment as he brings his hands forward to brush over the studded belt.
Jisung visibly flushes from the compliment, shaking his head as he pulls it from the loops. He makes quick work of shedding himself of his pants, leaving both of them in their boxers. His hands are shaking, Chenle notices. It's cute.
Chenle pulls Jisung forward by his tie again, capturing his lips in another heated kiss. He slides a hand under Jisung’s baggy button up, going still when he feels the faint muscles there. Abs? Park Jisung has abs? He feels dizzy.
Jisung pulls away from the kiss, a little concerned as to why Chenle froze up. “Did I— Did I do something wrong?” He asks quietly, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“No,” Chenle says, fingers working quickly to unbutton Jisung's shirt. And sure enough, there they are in all of their glory. “Since when did you have abs?” He says, practically drooling from the sight.
“I—” Jisung laughs breathily, shrugging. “I'm not sure.” He murmurs sheepishly, stomach muscles twitching under every little touch Chenle leaves.
“Please let me suck you off.” Chenle says suddenly, maneuvering Jisung to switch spots with him on the bed. Jisung doesn't protest, instead, he nods, leaning back against the headboard and spreading his legs.
Honestly, Chenle is more well-versed in oral sex than anal; mainly from sucking curious teammates off in the storage closet his sophomore year of university. He's only been fucked a handful of times, and it's been quite some time. Most of the guys never even made him finish.
Chenle makes quick work of tugging Jisung’s boxers off, but what he sees throws him for a loop.
He has a dick piercing. Two little studs right under the tip. The sight is mouthwatering. It's nothing too extravagant, but it's there, and it makes Chenle feel insane.
“You… Holy shit,” Chenle murmurs, bringing a finger forward to brush over the piercing. It's hot, and he doesn't miss the way Jisung twitches from the light touch. Chenle has already seen Jisung's dick before—on accident, of course—so it's like greeting an old friend.
“Mmfh— Yeah— Few months ago,” Jisung nods, stomach muscles tightening from the light bit of friction.
Chenle leans forward, brushing the tip of his tongue over the metal as he locks eyes with Jisung. Jisung jolts, hands gripping the sheets urgently as he moans.
“Sensitive there?” Chenle murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to the pierced area. He parts his lips, flicking his tongue over it a few times.
Jisung whines, nodding quickly as he forces his hips to stay down against the bed. He's a mess already, and Chenle thinks it's the hottest thing he's ever seen.
Without warning, Chenle drags his lips up to the head, sinking his mouth around it. He swirls his tongue languidly, flicking over the slit occasionally. He's been told he has impeccable head game by guys before, and he prides himself in it, as slutty as it sounds.
“Oh—” Jisung takes in a sharp breath, moaning when he exhales it. His fingers grip the sheets so hard that his veins bulge from his hands and forearms.
Chenle pulls off for a moment, earning a whine from Jisung. “You can touch me, Jisung. Come on, pull my hair.” He murmurs, lips brushing over the head.
Tentatively, Jisung reaches a hand forward, sliding it through Chenle’s blond locks. He keeps his touch gentle, hands trembling against the scalp.
When Chenle sinks back down around Jisung's cock, he reaches a hand up and lays it atop Jisung's, squeezing. Pull, he asks silently, looking up at Jisung through his lashes.
Jisung obeys, tightening his grip with a moan. Chenle sinks down lower, relaxing his throat with practiced ease to let him in deeper. He keeps his hand on top of Jisung's, pushing down slightly, encouraging.
Chenle gathered that he liked making people feel good a long time ago. One time, back in his freshman year of college, he came in his pants simply from eating a girl out. She told her friends he was, what she called, a munch. It was silly, Chenle thinks.
Time seems to slow when Jisung finally pushes down on Chenle’s head, finally letting himself take what he wants. What he needs.
Chenle goes farther down without protest, and then suddenly, he gags. His throat tightens around Jisung's cock, earning him a strangled whine. It's been a while since he'd gagged while giving head. Either he's severely out of practice, or Jisung is just that big.
He knows it's the latter.
Jisung scrambles to pull Chenle up, but Chenle grabs his wrist, holding him in place. He likes it, likes the feeling of his throat being used, especially by Jisung. He pushes down on Jisung's wrist again, allowing him to push as much as he wants.
Chenle looks up through watering eyes, fluttering them shut when Jisung starts pressing down again. He swallows slightly around Jisung's dick, causing Jisung to let out a particularly pitchy moan.
“Holy shit— Chenle, oh my god—” Jisung is a mess, hips twitching up faintly when Chenle’s nose hits the base. “So good— Feels so good,”
As Chenle takes a moment to pull hard breaths through his nose, his tongue works gently over the underside of Jisung's cock, running flat along the protruding vein on the underside.
A strained noise leaves Jisung's lips as he throws his head back against the headboard, his chest heaving. “So good at this, fuck—”
That comment spurs Chenle on. He pulls back, working his tongue over the small piercing on the underside of Jisung's cock. “You taste good,” He murmurs, smiling against Jisung's length as he works his lips over the sides, almost worshipping.
Jisung moans, hand trailing down to cup the side of Chenle’s face. When their eyes meet, they smile faintly at each other.
Chenle thinks this is the most beautiful Jisung has ever looked. He doesn't say anything, he just basks in the moment and rests his lips against the tip of Jisung's cock.
“Chenle,” Jisung murmurs, length twitching pathetically under Chenle’s lips.
“You're so sensitive.” Chenle mumbles, tongue darting out to lick the dripping precum that has accumulated at the top.
Jisung practically squirms, pushing his hips up slightly. “Can I— oh god, can I prep you?” He asks, voice broken.
Chenle nods, pressing one last kiss to the tip of Jisung’s dick before pulling himself up. “How do you want me?”
“Um, on your back, please. If that's okay..?” Jisung asks sheepishly, sitting up a bit to swap positions with Chenle.
“That's more than okay.” Chenle nods, moving to lay down on his back. “You have lube? If not, I think I have some on my nightstand.”
“I have some.” Jisung murmurs, leaning over to rummage through his bedside drawer.
Chenle smiles when Jisung pulls out the small bottle with trembling hands. “You're shaking. I thought you said you've done this before.”
“I have, it's just…” Jisung starts, handing the bottle to Chenle. “You make me nervous.”
“You don't have to be nervous around me, Ji,” Chenle says softly. He gets it though, he was kind of a dick to Jisung in the past. He's almost certain Jisung overheard him call him weird to a friend once.
Jisung smiles faintly, shaking hands working to tug Chenle’s boxers off. “I, um, I use top coat on my nails, so you don't have to worry about the polish, um, chipping inside of you.” He says quietly.
“I wasn't worried about that,” Chenle says, lifting his hips up as Jisung pulls his underwear off. He's gathered that Jisung is an absolute sweetheart in bed, overly cautious in an endearing way. He's unlike anyone Chenle has ever been with.
Jisung grabs a small pillow, folding it in half. He slides a hand under Chenle’s back, gently lifting Chenle’s lower half with one hand to slide the pillow underneath his hips.
Chenle feels dizzy from the fact that Jisung just manhandled him so easily, all with just one hand. “Jesus—” He breathes, settling down on the pillow.
“Can I take your shirt off?” Jisung asks softly, tugging at the hem of Chenle’s Dreamscape shirt.
“I told you, you don't have to ask.” Chenle says softly, sitting up slightly to let Jisung pull his shirt off.
Once Chenle’s shirt is off, Jisung smiles again, pressing his torso to urge him to lay back down. His hands linger, running over Chenle’s abdomen for a moment, almost lovingly.
Once again, Chenle feels lightheaded from the size difference between them, Jisung’s hand looks insanely big in comparison to Chenle’s small waist. He reaches forward, handing the bottle of lube to Jisung. “You can start whenever you want.” He hums, pulling his legs up and planting his feet on the mattress beside Jisung's legs.
Jisung nods, uncapping the bottle and dripping the liquid onto his fingers. He slicks them around gently, coating them before he sets the bottle aside. He pushes Chenle’s legs back a little further, hand sliding down to spread him open.
When Jisung lines his fingers up, Chenle nods, relaxing himself in Jisung's grip. Gently, Jisung presses his index finger in, his thumb on Chenle’s ass brushing the skin soothingly. “Good?”
Chenle sighs, nodding. “Very good,” he says softly, “you can keep going.”
Jisung obeys, pressing his finger in down to the knuckle. “Can I…” He starts, hand sliding down one of Chenle’s legs, grabbing his ankle. He turns his head and kisses it gently before hooking it over his shoulder.
“Yeah— Yeah,” Chenle nods, bringing his other leg up to drape over Jisung's other shoulder. He feels a little unbalanced on the pillow from the change of angle, but thankfully, Jisung braces his hip quickly.
“I got you.” Jisung says softly, squeezing Chenle’s hip gently before grinding his finger down inside of him.
“Thank you,” Chenle says softly, moaning quietly from the slight friction inside of him. He stares up at the ceiling, letting the feeling take him away. “You can add another.”
Jisung nods, pulling his finger back to line up another one. “Let me know if I need to stop.” He murmurs, pressing the two fingers in.
Chenle winces slightly from the stretch, nodding. The stretch is exhilarating. Usually, he's not feeling much from a measly two fingers, especially not his own. But Jisung’s fingers? They're long, pressing deep inside. And when Jisung curls his fingers slightly, Chenle gasps, hips jolting. “Oh—”
“Is that okay?” Jisung asks quietly, pressing them the rest of the way in, down to the knuckle. His free hand braces Chenle’s hip again, keeping it steady.
“So good— holy shit, it's so good—” Chenle breathes, attempting (and failing) to press down on Jisung’s fingers.
“Let me do the work, I've got you.” Jisung says, pressing his fingers a little deeper, if that's even possible. Chenle’s heels dig into the backs of his shoulders, his back arching.
Jisung fucks like a guitarist, fingers moving just right over the bundle of nerves inside of Chenle like he's playing a complicated riff. He's biting his lip in concentration, watching Chenle’s face for every little reaction.
“Oh my god—” Chenle gasps, jolting with each press against his prostate. Jisung is scarily good at this, so eager to please Chenle. “Jisung,” Chenle moans, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.
“You're so pretty like this.” Jisung says fondly, scissoring his fingers gently.
Chenle has been called a lot of things, but never pretty. A strained moan leaves his lips, his hands grasping the sheets beneath him frantically. “Shit— Another, c’mon, one more—”
When Chenle bottoms, which is rare, he's usually… bossy, a little demanding. He's trying to dial it back a little, but when it seeps through the cracks, Jisung doesn't seem to mind.
Jisung nods, moving quickly to tentatively shove a third finger in. He keeps a tight hold on Chenle’s hip, fingers brushing gently over the skin.
“Fuck— Fuck, oh my god—” Chenle gasps, heart thumping so loud he can hear it. His legs try to squeeze around Jisung’s neck on instinct, but without missing a beat, Jisung trails his hand up along the underside of Chenle’s thigh and pulls them apart.
“I've got you.” Jisung repeats, stretching Chenle out with practiced care and ease.
Chenle can't remember a single time that he's been this worked up over some light fingering, Jisung is just that good. “I'm ready, please— Jisung,” He gasps.
“Just a little more.” Jisung says quietly, taking his time to make sure Chenle is properly stretched. He scissors his fingers a few more times, curling them to brush against Chenle’s prostate one more time and dragging down before he pulls them out.
Chenle clenches down around nothing, whining from the loss. When Jisung reaches over to grab a condom from his nightstand, Chenle shakes his head quickly. “No— No, it's alright,” He says breathlessly.
Jisung visibly flushes from the comment, nodding as he grabs the lube once again. He quickly flips the cap open again, shaking hands applying it to his length. He's quick to slick himself up, muttering a curse under his breath when he realizes he put too much. “Can I..?” He asks softly.
“If you don't put your dick inside of me within the next five seconds, I might die.” Chenle breathes, a faint laugh leaving his lips.
“Sorry—” Jisung laughs, hiking Chenle’s legs a little further over his shoulders, pulling him a little bit closer. He grabs himself by the base, shakily lining himself up and pressing the tip in with a soft moan.
Chenle clenches down around Jisung instinctively, before relaxing as best as he can. “So big,” He breathes, cock twitching against his stomach as Jisung eases himself in. “God, you're so deep—”
“I'm only halfway in,” Jisung murmurs, faint whines leaving his lips as he eases himself in further. When he finally buries himself to the hilt, he bottoms out, head falling forward.
“Oh my god— oh my god, fuck—” Chenle gasps, chest heaving with each breath he takes. He’s sweating, hair sticking to his forehead as Jisung stays completely still inside of him. “God, I can feel you in my fucking guts— Jesus christ,”
Jisung whines from the comment, hands trailing down to hold Chenle’s waist. He's trembling, hips jerking instinctively as he waits for the okay.
“You can move, baby—” Chenle doesn't mean for the pet name to slip out, but it seems to spur Jisung on with the way he gasps.
Tentatively, Jisung rocks his hips back and forth, tugging Chenle against him with each short thrust. They gasp in unison; Chenle arching his back, while Jisung grips Chenle's waist tighter.
Chenle can feel the slight drag of Jisung's piercing inside of him, heightening the experience in a way he never thought possible. He's never been this reactive during sex, it's exhilarating, dizzying in the best way possible.
“Chenle—” Jisung whines, roughening his pace a little.
“Oh— Just like that, fuck—” Chenle digs his heels into Jisung's back, pulling him closer. He's never been very flexible, but with the way Jisung leans forward and pushes Chenle’s legs up against his chest, he thinks he might be a little more flexible than he originally thought.
Jisung is drilling into Chenle, hitting spots inside of him that he didn't even know existed. The bed is shaking now, the headboard thumping against the wall with each thrust. Chenle prays that the guys in neighboring dorms don't come knocking to tell them to shut up. The springs of the mattress groan, mixing with their moans and whines, filling the room like it's their own little song.
“Hold on— Hold on,” Jisung pauses, taking hard breaths as he tries to compose himself. Chenle whines from the loss of movement, clenching down around Jisung desperately.
“Jisung— Jisung, baby— please,” Chenle gasps, hands twisting in the sheets desperately.
“Close— Close, hold on, I'm sorry—” Jisung whines, head dropping forward, shaggy hair falling into Chenle’s face.
It's sweet, Chenle thinks. He's never had anyone wait to come just for him. He nods, taking a second to breathe as well. He brings a hand up, brushing it through Jisung’s hair as he pants.
When Jisung starts moving again, Chenle’s eyes roll back as he flutters his eyes shut, a moan getting punched out of him when Jisung fucks into him just right.
“Chenle—” Jisung gasps, face slightly scrunched in pleasure. He turns his head, kissing right below the side of Chenle’s knee.
That's what breaks Chenle; the way Jisung is being so sweet even while he's fucking him into the mattress like there's no tomorrow. He cries out, his head fuzzy as he jolts underneath Jisung. “Oh— Fuck, fuck— Jisung—” He's barely making sense.
“I got you— I got you, Chenle—” Jisung manages between moans. He's all breathy, ramming into Chenle like it's the only thing he knows how to do.
“I can't, I'm— oh fuck, I'm almost there— Ji,” Chenle practically mewls, eyebrows knitting together as he nears the edge.
“Me too, it's okay— oh god—” Jisung says, hands going down to Chenle’s and pacing their fingers together, pushing them down against the mattress as he squeezes. “You're so beautiful— so pretty—” He grits out, his thrusting becoming sloppy.
Jisung thrusts one, two, three more times, and Chenle knows he’s a goner. He comes with a loud cry, legs trembling and tensing on Jisung’s shoulders, painting his stomach with his release. He's never came so hard in his life, especially not from bottoming, and especially not untouched.
A gasp tears through his lungs when Jisung suddenly comes inside of him, hot ropes shooting deep inside. Jisung is a mess, moaning and whining the whole way through.
They pant in sync as they come down. Jisung’s head drops forward, loosening his grip on Chenle’s hands. Chenle is still gripping on for dear life, even though the rest of his body is completely limp.
“Ow— Fuck,” Chenle suddenly breaks the silence once his leg starts cramping, causing Jisung to let go of his hands and slowly ease his way out.
“Here, let me—” Jisung murmurs, wincing as he finishes pulling out. He quickly scrambles to grab his shirt, shaking hands unhooking Chenle’s legs from his shoulders. He wipes Chenle’s stomach off gently, free hand massaging over his hip. “Turn over, please. If you can—”
Chenle can hardly move, completely fucked out as he attempts to pull himself up. Jisung swoops in, as he always does, easing him onto his stomach.
“Are you okay? Was— Was I okay?” Jisung asks quietly, hand pressing the small of Chenle’s back while he works on cleaning over his hole.
“So good,” Chenle murmurs, half-asleep and dazed. “Best I've ever had.”
It's true, he's never had anyone quite like Jisung.
Jisung smiles, cleaning the last of his cum out of Chenle. “Are your legs okay? I'm sorry if—”
“Shut up,” Chenle cuts him off promptly, pressing his cheek flat against the pillow as he calms his breathing.
Jisung hums in understanding, murmuring something along the lines of Sorry before helping to flip Chenle back over. “Do you want to shower?” He asks quietly, tossing his shirt to the floor and bringing his hands up to massage Chenle's legs and hips.
Chenle smiles softly, shaking his head. “Too tired.” He mumbles, shifting over slightly to give Jisung room to lay down.
“Okay.” Jisung says, laying down next to Chenle. He eases the covers out from underneath their bodies, pulling them over top of them.
“Thank you,” Chenle murmurs, turning over and draping his arm over Jisung’s chest.
Chenle is the first to fall asleep, a faint smile on his face as he snores lightly.
Safe to say, he's barely able to play basketball at practice the next day.
Chenle always feels the most alive when he's out on the court, sweating, heart thumping as the crowd cheers.
This is what he lives for, the adrenaline of it all. There's 10 seconds left in the game. NCIT is two points behind for the big win, the last game of the season. Sneakers squeak over the hardwood floor, the crowd screaming out each number as the timer ticks down.
With 4 seconds to spare, Jeno passes the ball to Chenle with a quickness. From the three point line, Chenle jumps, shoots….
BUZZZZ.
He scores.
The crowd goes wild, storming the court to congratulate the team. The trophy is passed to Chenle from their coach for the game winning shot. This is what life is all about; An entire undefeated season.
Chenle smiles and thanks the people around him, glancing around the gymnasium. He feels a sense of pride swell in his heart, faint tears pricking in his eyes. Then, he spots a familiar messy mop of black hair and his heart swells.
Jisung.
He came.
He quickly jogs over with the trophy in one hand, pulling Jisung into a tight hug. “You came.” He can't wipe the smile off his face as he speaks. “Thought sports weren't your thing.” He says, burying his face in the crook of Jisung's neck.
Jisung nods, hugging Chenle back just as tight. “They're my thing when it's you playing.” He murmurs, hand going up to hold the back of Chenle’s sweaty hair.
“Photo op!” Jaemin, the school’s photographer, calls out, gesturing for Chenle and Jisung to pose together.
Chenle stands next to Jisung, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding the trophy proudly. He smiles so big that he's scared his face may get stuck like that. In his mind, the real trophy is Jisung.
Jisung brings a hand up to cover his mouth, his go-to pose in photos. It's evident that he's smiling though, his eyes crinkled up beneath his glasses.
Click!
Jaemin smiles, nodding as he checks the photos. “These are great, I'll DM them to you, Chenle.”
“Appreciate it, Nana, see you around?” Chenle says, stepping over to see the pictures on Jaemin’s digital camera. “Holy shit, those are great.”
“For sure. Congrats, Lele.” Jaemin winks, nodding again before he walks away.
Chenle looks back over at Jisung, smiling like a fool. Something about Jisung is… different, and Chenle just can't quite place it. He steps closer, eyes scanning Jisung's face for what it could be.
“You—” Chenle gasps, “You got lip piercings?!” He brings a finger up to brush over the studs gently, tilting his head to admire them.
Jisung winces slightly, flinching from the touch. “They're still sore, got them done earlier today, I wanted to surprise you.” He smiles sheepishly. “The bad news is… no making out for a while.” He pouts.
Chenle dramatically clutches his heart, gasping in faux shock. “How dare you…”
“It's okay, only till the swelling goes down.” Jisung says quietly, “Go celebrate, I'll be here.”
Chenle gets a challenging look in his eye, reaching his hand out and pulling Jisung over to the crowd of people on the court. Jisung promptly protests, yet he lets Chenle drag him over.
“Chenle! That was a hell of a final shot, man.” Jeno smiles, eyes flitting over to Jisung. “Oh shit, Jisung? You guys know each other?”
“We're roommates.” Chenle laughs softly, mentally hating himself for roommate-zoning Jisung when they quite literally had mind-blowing sex a week prior. So mind-blowing that Chenle could barely walk the next day.
Jisung seems to understand though, he squeezes Chenle’s hand once, twice, and flashes him a small smile.
Chenle smiles back, chatting with Jeno for a few minutes before he's pulled over to a team photo to wrap the season up. Obviously, he drags Jisung with him.
Most of the other players have their girlfriends with them, Jeno has Renjun practically dangling on his arm. So what's the harm in pulling Jisung along?
Jaemin signals for everyone to scoot in closer, “Chenle, go in the center.” He says, pointing to the middle of the crowd.
Chenle smiles sheepishly, tugging Jisung over to the middle of the group. He wraps his arm around Jisung's waist, leaning his head over to rest on his shoulder as he holds the trophy up and smiles.
Jisung is blushing, so red he looks like a tomato as he brings his hand up to cover the bottom half of his face.
Jaemin counts them off, then snaps a few photos. The flash nearly blinds Chenle, but he still has that blissed out smile on his face, still leaning over on Jisung.
And for a moment, everything feels like it's in its right place.
“Ow!”
Chenle isn't sure why he agreed to let Jisung do his eyeliner, he also isn't sure why he agreed to have matching hair with him. Jisung dyed a strand of his hair blonde, Chenle dyed a strand of his hair black.
Though, he'd be lying if he said he hated it.
“Sorry,” Jisung winces, easing up on the eyeliner pencil. “You know Donghyuck usually does this for me, I'm out of practice.” He murmurs.
This is Chenle’s third time getting poked in the eye tonight, and he's honestly more than ready to get it over with. He hums, closing his eyes and letting Jisung work his magic.
“And... done.” Jisung murmurs. “Rub your eyes for me?”
Naturally, Chenle obeys, bringing his palms up to his eyes and rubbing lightly. When he pulls them away, Jisung has the biggest smile on his face.
“What?” Chenle tilts his head, shifting slightly on the bed.
Jisung just keeps smiling, pupils blown wide. “It looks good on you. Really good.”
Now, Chenle’s the one smiling. He shakes his head, reaching for the mirror, eyes widening when he sees the eyeliner around his eyes. It's not bad, just… different. It's all smudgy, but Jisung seems to love it, so he doesn't protest.
“I love it.” Chenle says softly, sitting the mirror down and looking back at Jisung.
It's silent for a moment, the two of them taking each other in. But of course, one of them has to break the silence.
“Can I paint your nails?” Jisung asks suddenly, reaching down to grab Chenle’s hand.
Chenle nods. “You can do anything you want.” He says softly, glancing down at his hand in Jisung's. After all, they are going to a concert tonight, and Chenle needs to look the part.
He bought the tickets a few weeks ago on a whim, unsure if Jisung even liked the band. But when he asked Jisung “Do you like Pierce The Veil by any chance?”, he was met with a very enthusiastic yes.
It takes a few hours for them to fully arrive at the show. Jisung spent the entire drive to the show playing the setlist on repeat, drilling the songs into Chenle’s brain. One song in particular caught Chenle’s ear, although he didn't mention it.
He knows he wants to make his move tonight, he can't screw this up.
When the show starts, Chenle smiles. Not because of the band playing, but because of Jisung; he looks so happy, eyeliner smudged eyes crinkling up as he mouths every word.
Chenle mentally thanks god that he bought pit tickets.
As each song plays, Chenle keeps his ears peeled for the song he heard in the car. And when it starts, Chenle’s heart pounds. He specifically waits for the bridge, mentally hyping himself up to make his move. His hand slides down to hold Jisung’s, intertwining their fingers.
Drowned on the blankets, floral and fading.
He knows Jisung will say yes, it's obvious, but asking is the hard part. He sighs shakily, tapping his foot nervously as he watches Jisung mouth happily to the words.
Soon enough, the guitar solo winds down, sending them straight to the bridge.
“Jisung,” Chenle squeezes Jisung's hand, causing Jisung to look over at him and smile. God, he's so pretty.
“Huh?” Jisung asks over the loud music, tilting his head slightly.
Close your eyes, picture you and I.
“Will you be my boyfriend?”
Selling daylight for gasoline.
Jisung beams, eyes lighting up as he nods quickly, hand trailing up to cup Chenle's cheek lovingly. He leans forward, connecting their lips as soon as the chorus comes back.
It's corny, but to Chenle, it's everything. It feels like something straight out of a movie, and he never thought anything like this would be possible for him. This beats anything he's ever achieved in basketball, better than any trophy he's ever won.
Jisung is the real trophy.
When the song comes to a close, it feels like they're the only two people in the world. Chenle pulls away from the kiss gently, smiling stupidly at Jisung.
And to think this all started because Chenle refused to use the gym shower on a random Tuesday afternoon.