#zhongchenle

[angeliqueiguess]

Sending Chenle his predebut photos.

Masterlist.

[xrenjunniesx]

will always be you

idol!chenle, friends to lovers.

word count : 1,633

“What happens if we get caught?” She asked, turning to face him. He smiles as he flicks his gaze between her eyes and lips, “if we are caught, then we run.”

She never expects it when he shows up to her door with that sweet grin on his lips. He doesn’t even need to say anything for her to step away from the door and slip some shoes on. She yells her goodbyes to her parents and closes the front door behind her.

He rarely got days off, so when he did, he went to her house. He claimed it was because he was sick of seeing his members all the time and wanted to see different people. She knew that was a lie but she would only smile at him every time he said it.

In front of her house was a black car that she had become used too by the amount of times chenle had made his manager come and pick her up, just to take her somewhere where they won’t be caught by the public - which wasn’t many places.

She got into the car and soon as chenle got into the seat next to hers, the driver was already going before Chenle could tell him. Almost like this was pre-planned.

She tilted her head and looked at him with a smirk, “I know you love me, but you didn’t have to plan a date like this.

“What?” He says with a laugh, looking at her like she just said the most outrageous thing ever. She giggled and looked away, ignoring how she could still feel his gaze on her.

She slipped her airpods in her ears and drowned out everything else, just simply staring out the window and enjoying the music. She was half-surprised that Chenle didn’t tap her multiple times just to talk to her or to show her something on his phone.

The car came to a stop and suddenly she was pulled back to reality when Chenle was tapping her leg. She pulled her airpods out of her ear and looked at him as he just looked at her, as if he was waiting for her to say something.

“What are you looking at?”

Chenle scoffs and sits back into his seat, crossing his arms over his stomach. “You were staring out the window the whole time and didn’t even notice where we are?”

She looks out the window again and examines the area for a bit. A gasp falls from her when she recognises a store she knew all too well. She whips her head to face him with a bright smile, a smile that immediately appeared on his face as well.

“you’re kidding? you seriously brought me here? why? out of no where?”

Her questions were shushed when he opened the door and closed it behind him. She rushed to undo her seatbelt and exit the car as well, but before she could open the door herself, it was already opening.

He stood on the other side of it, smiling happily at her. “I figured we both needed a break from life, and what better place than our favourite spot from when we were teenagers.”

It was a small convenience store that she recognised, but the entire small neighbourhood was filled with memories from her teenage years. Specifically, memories with him.

Even when they were young teenagers, he still went and saw her every time he could escape his schedules, or if not his schedules than he was escaping his members. She used to live in this neighbourhood, and it just so happened to be close to a filming location where NCT DREAM filmed a few years ago. They met in the small grocery store when he went to get some food.

She remembers it vividly. How they kept walking to the same parts of the store and how she tried her hardest to avoid him so he didn’t get weirded out. It was going well until her friends little sister ran into the store and started bothering Chenle, asking him where her favourite chocolate was.

Chenle looked around, half concerned and half confused, until he laid his eyes on an embarrassed teenager rushing over to collect the child. Chenle couldn’t help but laugh before he shyly started a conversation with the young girl and the embarrassed teen behind the child.

That was years ago. How they got close felt like a blur, they instantly clicked as though they were perfect for each other.

In the recent years, it was too risky to go anywhere as public as this. He usually just took her places that was completely empty, or they went out late at night. But this was a pretty public area, and it wasn’t late yet.

The only thing covering his appearance was a simply hat on his head and a hoodie he had pulled over the hat. He closed the door to the car once she got out and begun walking in the direction of where she knew was a lake.

“we used to always go here.” She reminisced, shoving her hands into her pockets.

“i remember us racing around the lake, making bets on who was the fastest.” Chenle said, smiling at the memory.

As they walked through the grass to get to the walking trail near the lake, she started to grow nervous. For two different reasons. The idea of being caught and exposed, and also nervous for what he had in store for her. They came here so randomly.

They didn’t say much, another weird thing to her. Usually he was telling her about how he had been lately, or just in general talking about something. But he stayed silent, his hands stuffed into his pockets as they walked side by side on the walking trail.

The whole time on the trail was like this. A calm silence over them like a blanket, but she felt like something was wrong with him. She kept glancing up at him, expecting him to say something or even to just tease her, but nothing was said. She observed how he was biting his lip and how he was staring at the ground like he was deep in thought.

They had been walking around the lake for a while, getting closer to the end of the trail. Before she could say anything to ask about his behaviour his hand sneaked up and placed itself on her waist, gently pulling her closer to his body. She looked away as her cheeks flushed pink.

He is probably cold, that’s why he did it.

In the distance she heard a voice. She snapped her head in the direction, hearing that the voice was followed by laughter of another voice.

“We aren’t being followed, don’t worry.” He says in a quiet voice. His thumb begun to gently caress her waist.

“What happens if we get caught?” She asked, turning to face him. He smiles as he flicks his gaze between her eyes and lips, “if we are caught, then we run.”

She hums and tries to distract herself from the nervous ideas running through her head. Chenle looked ahead and begun to walk faster, pulling her along with him. He stopped walking when they got to a spot when the tree was hanging over the path and practically hid them.

He let go of her waist and leaned against the tree. He closed his eyes and sighed, a small smile grazing his lips.

“What’s with you today?”

He peeked one open, finding her standing right in front of him, looking at him with soft concerned eyes. He uses his foot to push him off the tree and lean in towards her. Merely centimetres apart from her, he speaks up in a quiet voice.

“I’m just nervous.”

She raises an eyebrow, titling her head slightly at him. “Nervous of what?”

“Maybe I’m just nervous because I like you. Or maybe I’m nervous because I want to kiss you. It could be either of those reasons.” He said casually as though he really didn’t know which one he was truely nervous about.

Her jaw drops slightly as she stares at him with wide eyes. She knew she liked him, ever since they first became good friends. All these years she ignored the feelings. In fear of rejection, in fear of knowing the friendship might end, in fear of being caught by the public. So many worries but they all disappeared when she heard his words.

He liked her.

“Speaking of that…” He says, raising his hand up to brush some hair off her face and behind her ear, “can I kiss you?”

In a rush, she nods her head. Chenle grins and cups the side of face, leaning in closer to press their lips together. Her hands grabbed his wrists, holding them as he continuously kissed her lips slowly.

Her heart was beating erratically, and she swore she could feel his own heart doing the same when her hand let go of his wrist and went to his chest.

When he pulled back and looked at her, the blush that covered both of their faces was incredibly evident. She giggles and drops her head shyly. He leans forward again and kissing her forehead, the kiss lingering for a moment.

“What I’m about to say might make you cringe but-“ He was cut off by her groan of complaint.

“Don’t say it then.” He laughs as she still didn’t look up at him. His hand lifted up under her chin and slowly had her looking up at him.

“No matter what, it will always be you.”

“Not even your fans?” She asks jokingly with a teasing smile. He had told her in the past a similar sentence. That he would always be there for her, he would always find a way to go see her.

Chenle shakes his head to this though, with serious glimmer in his eyes, “Only you.”

[keullaesigbeogeo]

NCT Dream Bf Reaction- Park Jisung

<When you guys do the sexy cute challenge and he always wins... but then you decide to scare him>

<When you get a pet bunny and come back to see him snuggling with him>

<When he sneakily tries to give you a air kiss without actually touching you>

<When their play arguing on who should be on your team>

<When he tries to show off that he took you to the beach>

<When he doesn’t want to do something but you forced him to>

<When he want’s to lay on Chenle but she’s that he has your photo and name in his hand>

<When he sees you in the crowd during their performance>

<When you say that you guys can’t go out to get ice cream>

[hewwo-fwends]

you gonna be okay? - pjs + zcl (NCT)

hello. I wrote this to help myself out of a mental funk kinda ting, which is really depressing in itself, but it did help. I thought it would be a waste if no one saw it, ya know? it's a bit controversial. fun fact: I made a whole new account to post this so no one I know can find me here.

so um for context, both jisung and chenle are quite a bit older than me, and I'm over a year legal in my country. anyway. here we go yeehaw.

warnings: angst (⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️⚠️ MENTIONS OF SH AND PANIC/ANXIETY ATTACKS), kinda smut (like a little bit of grinding and marking and tongue salsa), jisung has anxiety or smth idk, chenle misses jisung, ends with fluff and stuff it's kinda kyoot

word count: 4.4k

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the recurrence of these emotions should have been the first warning sign. how he had felt this way so often over the past 3 years. maybe the first time he marked up his own body should have been the second warning sign. the numbness within him fading to a euphoric stinging sensation within seconds, then to guilt and anxiety. no one could know. then maybe the third warning sign would have been his growing dependency on things that kill you from the inside. drinking and smoking to feel anything but numb or anxious or like he wanted to be crushed under a car. but none of the above felt like warning signs to him, because between the worst lows and the happy period right after, he would forget anything happened. he would ignore it. he would tell himself it wasnt a big deal, and that no one should know. so no one did.

jisung was seen as the funny, nice friend in this way. he would listen to others' problems and help them as much as he could. he would give people his things to make them happy, not expecting to get anything back himself. he wouldn't try to make others laugh, but would feel proud when he did. people liked him in a casual way. he was a good guy, a kind guy. jisung thought that too sometimes, before he stopped himself. "don't get too into your own head." he would think. "show these people how nice you are. be the happy person that people like. that will make you happy all the time." clearly, that didn't always work. but, to fulfill his purpose, he ignored and forgot the times when he didn't live up to his happy persona. it didn't happen. he was happy. always happy. nothing but happy. and he prayed to any and all gods that he would never get caught out.

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"Jisung. Talk to me for a sec." Coach spoke from across the gym. Whilst still laughing about a joke with his friends, he jogged over to the coach, smiling brightly. "What's up with you today? You get enough sleep? You were all over the place. I swear I saw you trip over your own feet a couple times." Jisung's smile almost faltered, but he caught himself before it could.

"Ah, coach. You know me. I may have spent a little bit longer on Overwatch last night than usual but it's only because of this one guy that kept busting my nu- killstreak, man! I had to get him back or I wouldn't have slept at all!" Coach laughed at the teen's obvious rage thinking back to this other player and his tone softened.

"Yeah, yeah. I do get it. But don't let it happen again, alright? You're my star player and I'm counting on you for regionals. You won't let me down, right?"

"Sir, no, sir!" Jisung projected.

"You cheeky brat. Go on. Get outta here." the coach laughed as Jisung jogged back over to where his friends were joking and packing their bags.

"Hey, Sung. What was that about?" questioned Jeno, whilst spraying himself with deodorant and suffocating the rest of the group.

"Watch it, fuckface!" exclaimed Renjun, coughing up his organs.

"Oh, nothing. Just talking about regionals." Jisung replied after clearing his throat of Lynx Africa.

"Ahh, star player Jisung! But you were a bit slow today, huh? I might just steal your spot up the coach's ass, you get me?" Jaemin nudged Jisung, making the group laugh at the boy's teasing remark.

"Never in a million years, Na." Jisung shoved the boy before grabbing his bag and sidestepping away to avoid reprisal. The other boys followed this action and started walking towards the door, talking between each other.

"So, do y'all wanna get some food or something?" Haechan asked the group, hinting that he definitely did want to get some food. The group all murmured in agreement, apart from Jisung, who replied "Ah, I would love to but my mum wants me back for dinner with the family tonight."

"Aww momma's boy Jisungie. How cute." Jaemin teased before reaching to squeeze the youngest's cheeks. Jisung backed away, making sounds of fear whilst smiling at his friend's show of affection. Jaemin eventually backed off and Jisung rubbed his now red cheeks. He drifted to the back of the group walking through the school's empty corridors. A few seconds later, Chenle found his way next to him.

"Hey, are you gonna make it on the PlayStation tonight?" he asked excitedly.

"Ah, I don't know, man. Depends if my mum lets me." Jisung replied whilst rubbing the nape of his neck.

"What? But she didn't let you play last night! That's child cruelty, I swear!" his shrill voice rang through Jisung's ears, making him flinch to the side.

"Yeah. I know it sucks. But you guys are great without me, too! You'll be fine, man."Jisung reassured the loud boy. They continued to talk about the game that Jisung had missed the night before until the group reached a crossroads. They waved goodbye and Jisung split off from the group who were heading to a diner around the corner. As he walked down the pavement towards his house, he realised how dark it had gotten in only 10 minutes. It made sense as it was December, and he sighed as he looked at the expansive sky with greys and whites mixing with dark blue. As he approached his house, he noticed that the Christmas lights had been put up, white and orange fairy lights strung across the bushes outside and over the front door. He smiled to himself. As he stepped into the house, his fingers tingled from the contrast of the freezing winter air outside and the cozy central heating inside. "Mum?" Jisung shouted down the corridor whilst taking off his shoes and putting his bag on the floor.

"Hey, Sungie! How was school?" her voice appeared from the living room and Jisung walked towards it.

"Ah, same old, same old, you know?" he shrugged.

"Are you not hanging out with your friends today?" she asked as she paused her TV programme. She had been watching Rick and Morty and Jisung couldn't help but think how much she would fit in with his age group. The thought made him cringe.

"No. They were all tired and had to go home." He said whilst looking at the paused TV screen.

"Oh, well. I hope you don't mind but me and dad are going out tonight with some friends so do you mind making your own dinner? Your sister's staying at her friend's house so don't worry about her and your brother's in his room with his friend and they're doing their own thing." Jisung's mum explained. Jisung's face almost dropped but, once again, he caught himself and smiled.

"Of course, that's fine. I'll make myself some ramen. Have fun tonight!" he said as he walked out of the room and grabbed his bag.

"You too!" his mum spoke before the sound of the TV started playing again. Jisung jogged upstairs and down the corridor to his room before walking in and locking the door behind him, as was his routine. He sighed and dropped his bag on the floor, standing still by the door. Next in his routine was the sudden wave of cold that rushed over him, so much colder than the rest of the house. Then his lip would start quivering and he may have let out a whimper or two, before dropping onto his bed and sobbing with no tears, just the feeling of hopelessness running through his veins. His body curled in on itself and his hands clawed at his bedsheets as his face dug into his pillow. He would then rock back and forth for the next half an hour, chanting such phrases as "I wish I was dead" or "I'm horrible" or maybe "I hate this". What it was that he hated? He couldn't tell you. He just knew he didn't want to be there anymore. Or anywhere really. He would contemplate carving into himself like a Halloween pumpkin again but would always chicken out just before, remembering how tiring it was to hide it the first times. He didn't want to add anymore stuff to his plate. Also, his physical appearance needed to match his social appearance. No one could know what he was like on his own. It was his own little secret. However, he needed to feel something. So he would curl up on his floor, his head against his carpet, and scratch all down his arms, as hard as he could. The sensation made him feel something, and feeling something felt euphoric. After maybe managing to shed a few tears and falling asleep, he would wake up feeling drained and somewhat annoyed for not being able to see the scratches on his arms. But of course, he would then think of himself as an attention-whore, and make himself forget anything had happened. His day then continues from then with him being the happy social butterfly he was known to be. And the cycle would repeat.

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"Hey, you better come hang with us tonight. I feel like I hardly see you anymore!" Chenle spoke to Jisung in what he would call his "quiet voice". Luckily, they were in the canteen and there was hardly anyone around.

"You know I would love to, but I've got a lot of homework to do! Mr Suh is being a real bitch lately, you know?" Jisung spoke back as he played with the rice on his plate. School food really did nothing for his constant nausea.

"But you've been working so much lately! You've had to do homework almost every day after school for the past month! And before that, your mum needed you to come home for dinner every night! I miss you, Sungie." Chenle's typically loud and screeching voice fell at the last bit, and Jisung looked up at the boy through his fringe. What did he mean by "I miss you" when he was right there in front of him? He hadn't gone anywhere.

"What do you mean "you miss me"? I'm right here, Lele." Jisung almost reached his hand out for Chenle's on the other side of the table, but ended up deciding against it and just leaning forwards slightly.

"But you're not though. I only see you in school now. And you hardly talk to me anymore. You used to tell me about stuff that's going on in your life. Now I have to talk to you first to get you to notice to me." Jisung's eyes began to get hot as he looked down at the table. He could feel his heartbeat in his stomach and his muscles begin to twitch. This wasn't good. "Do you even like me anymore? I thought you were my best friend, Jisung. What's happened to you?" Chenle's voice held an apprehensive and somewhat emotional tone. Jisung couldn't breathe. He needed to get out of there.

"I've gotta go." he rushed out his words in a hushed tone to stop his tears from falling, whilst pushing up from his seat and speeding out of the canteen as fast as possible without running. His eyes stayed trained on the ground and the tears welling up made him feel like he was about to throw up. He pushed open the door to a toilet block he knew no one would be in before rushing into a cubicle and locking the door behind him. He broke.

His sobs rang against the walls of the cubicle, no matter how much he tried to repress them. He slapped his hand over his mouth in attempt to quieten himself, and his tears fell like torrential rain, down his face, his hands and to the floor. His back slid down the wall of the cubicle until he was curled up on the floor in a puddle of his own trembling limbs and tears. He stayed in that state for 5 more minutes, neither his tears nor his emotions subsiding. Then, he heard the door of the toilet block crash open, promptly followed by a shout of "Jisung?". Chenle.

Jisung's eyes clenched shut so tightly that he was seeing stars, his nails now digging into his cheeks with how tightly he was covering his mouth. The tears didn't stop but at least they didn't make any noise. "Jisung. I know you're there. I won't break down the door. Just let me in." Chenle's voice turned softer, but now with an added hint of concern. Jisung dreaded to think that Chenle was concerned about him. He tried to stop the tears so he could face his friend, but they wouldn't stop, and he couldn't even move. He felt trapped where he was. His body had given up. "I'm not going anywhere, Jisung. I promise."  Chenle's voice sounded close, like his head was against the other side of the door. Hearing him say that somehow made Jisung break even further. He didn't know that was possible. His sobs could suddenly be heard again even through his hands tight grasp on his face. "Jisung?" Chenle's voice sounded panicked now. He didn't want to do that to him. He needed to let him know he was there, even like this.

"Chenle-" he rasped out between sobs. His voice clearly sounded tired and weak, with a hint of desperation.

"Please, open the door, Sungie." Jisung sobbed harder, feeling incapable of moving whatsoever, but his best friend's distress gave him an ounce of motivation, but not without added guilt and shame. He hid his head in his arm against his knees and blindly reached for the lock on the door. He felt it unlock and immediately curled his other hand around himself, hoping to not be seen. Of course, that didn't happen. He heard a gasp from above and then felt the brush of air against his arm as his friend dropped down next to him. His sobs had still not stopped and he felt the smallest he had ever felt in his life right at this moment, curled up on the toilet floor next to his best friend. He didn't know what he had expected to happen, but it certainly wasn't the warm feeling of his friends arms wrapping around him, and the warmth of his breath against his neck. They didn't usually do that with each other. This only spurred on more tears, but slightly fuzzier ones. With some sensation back in his body, he twisted his hand upwards to hold onto his friend's arm, a small message to the other boy in an attempt to translate how grateful he is to him and that he's the best friend anyone could ever wish for. It may have not translated that whole message, but he hoped that it got pretty close.

"You're gonna be okay, Sungie." Chenle spoke into the crying boy's neck. The warmth tickled him and caused a hot shiver to run across his spine. Wait. Was he blushing? In shock about having just blushed at the actions of his best friend, he managed to lift his head up and open his eyes. His sight was blurred but he could see the wavy outline of his small friend through his unrelenting tears. He could feel hands upon his cheeks as they turned his face towards him to wipe at the tears under his eyes with the soft pads of his thumbs. He hoped so much that his face was red enough from crying to cover up the ever-growing blush that adorned his cheeks. He bit his lip and looked down in embarrassment, but Chenle didn't allow it. With his hands still resting on his cheeks, he lifted his head back up and pressed his forehead against the others. Out of surprise, Jisung's right hand shot up to hold onto the other's elbow, before sliding up to his hand against his cheek instead. He rested his hand on top of Chenle's and leant into it slightly, enjoying the feeling way too much than he should have felt okay with. His eyes fell shut again as he released a sigh that fluttered against Chenle's cheeks. They sat there, sharing each other's space, for what felt like years. Jisung wished the feeling would never stop. But as long as Chenle was with him, he felt like it never would.

After his tears had slowed and his breathing had evened out, Jisung felt Chenle's hand slide away from his face. He felt himself almost starting to cry yet again, before Chenle's fingers slid between his own and his thumb started rubbing his hand. Chenle's head pulled away from Jisung's and tilted against the wall they were both leaning against instead. "Is this okay?" Chenle asked in a genuinely hushed and soothing voice, one that Jisung didn't know he was capable of. He couldn't tell what Chenle was referring to until he squeezed Jisung's hand ever so slightly and Jisung blushed yet again.

"Yeah. It's fine." the corners of his mouth tilted ever so slightly before he realised and stopped himself. But Chenle didn't even try to stop himself. He had already noticed Jisung's mistake and smiled back widely himself. This only made Jisung feel shy and bashfully smile at the floor.

"Your smile is so pretty." Chenle stated, as if it was the most obvious fact in the galaxy. Jisung's eyes shot up to the other boy's face, who was now giggling at Jisung's reaction. Jisung quickly looked back down to the floor as he felt the flustered feeling spread all over his head.

As Chenle's giggles quietened down, Jisung tilted his head against the wall, before realising just how close their faces were. He could feel Chenle's breath against his lips. He felt an involuntary sound creeping up his throat, but swallowed hard to keep it down. "Are you feeling any better?" Chenle spoke in a deep voice, quiet and gentle on Jisung's currently sensitive ears.

"I do feel better right now." Jisung responded, his voice still weak and raspy.

"Right now?" Chenle's eyebrows curled in confusion. "Why right now?"

Jisung couldn't stop the words from coming out. "Because you're here." His eyes widened the second after he let it slip from his lips, having shocked himself with the obvious "line". He didn't know how to repair that. So he just stayed silent, red in the face and frozen. He only barely noticed Chenle's small smile before he registered that they were somehow even closer to one another. He felt their noses brush together and this time, he didn't think fast enough to stop the involuntary sound falling off his lips. A hushed whimper spilled into the shared breathing space between them. Chenle's head was back where it was before, pressed against Jisung's, and Jisung couldn't stop himself from glancing down at his best friend's lips. His best friend, he thought. This was not normal, and he knew it. But he didn't care. It felt so much better than anything he had ever done before. So much more natural. He wanted this. So bad.

His mouth was slightly open, trying to maximise his air intake as the air around him suddenly got so hot.

"Can I?" He felt Chenle's breath against his tongue, and his nose brushed against Jisung's once more.

"Please." It came out much more whiny than he had expected, but he wasn't even ashamed anymore as his best friend's lips melted into his own, their synchronisation making Jisung feel like he had been missing this his whole life. Chenle. Just Chenle. They seemed to fall into a trance as the taste and feeling of one another became addictive. Jisung only realised what was happening when he felt a hand sliding up his arm and towards his neck, the thumb rubbing against his jugular. Another hand had slid up his leg and was squeezing his thigh. Jisung couldn't help but grab onto the front of Chenle's shirt and pull his body even closer as he released yet another whimpering noise. That was a cue for Chenle to lick at Jisung's bottom lip, subtly asking for permission to take this further. It wasn't even a question for Jisung. He let his mouth fall open and Chenle was immediately there, lapping at the other's tongue with his own. The feeling made Chenle groan slightly, and Jisung's fist clenched tighter on his shirt in response, another whimper falling from his occupied lips. He felt breathless in the best way, so didn't even attempt to pull away to breathe. He didn't want to stop and could tell that neither did Chenle.

A few minutes later, Chenle had explored Jisung's entire mouth and wanted to find out some more about the boy, so his hands fell to his hips and pulled slightly, inviting Jisung to come closer. Jisung took this offer with delight, climbing onto the other's lap and leaning back onto the other's knees as Chenle slid his back further up the wall for a more comfortable position. They both quickly found each other's lips again and got right back into the flow of the situation. Chenle's hands had drifted from Jisung's tiny waist to his hips, just above his ass that was sat in a place that he didn't want to dwell too much on, though he found that to be extremely difficult with how fidgety Jisung could be. Jisung's hands found purchase against Chenle's chest again, occasionally grasping at his shirt when he felt to overwhelmed, so the entire time really.

After a few more minutes, Chenle leaned his head back against the wall, looking up at Jisung with so much adoration. Jisung felt hot under his stare and missed the feeling of his lips.

"You're so hot, baby." Chenle spoke in his low voice, like he was talking to himself. Jisung whined and leaned in, hoping to find Chenle's lips again, only to be stopped by the feeling of a hand around the base of his neck, not holding him, just applying light pressure, enough to stop him in his tracks and make him roll his hips. The feeling made his head fall back and he accidentally released a moan. He felt embarrassed, but also really, really hot. He heard a growl from below him but before he could look back down, he felt Chenle's hot mouth against his neck, right next to his jugular. His teeth bit into the skin and his mouth sucked around the mark, making Jisung involuntarily move his hips faster against Chenle's torso, looking for any friction whatsoever. Like Chenle was reading his mind, he ground his hips upwards into Jisung's own, right as he bit into the other side of his neck. "Fuck!" Jisung exclaimed, the breath being knocked out of his lungs at the sensation.

"Close already?" Chenle teased. Jisung suddenly realised how weird it was to hear that from his best friend. The best friend he would play games with as a child. the best friend he would talk about girls with in his early teen years. The best friend he would vent to when he was stressed, and who would do the same back. The best friend he had talked about getting a house with in the future, somewhere in a big city. The best friend that was now making him feel so fucking good on the floor of the school toilets when they're both supposed to be in lessons. The best friend he wants to scream the name of for the rest of his life, disturbing the neighbours and almost getting kicked out of several apartments. He's not even mad.

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Them walking out of that toilet block must have been the most comedic moment in either of their lives. To set the scene, they both styled matching red faces and disheveled hair, with Chenle rocking a creased shirt and Jisung showing off his abundance of blossoming purple and red bite marks, trailing all over his jaw and neck and deep down into his collar line and, to top it all off, their non-chalant "we did not just fuck I swear" facial expressions. Glancing up and down the corridor to avoid any other unsuspecting students, they made a bee-line for Chenle's locker where he knew he kept a hoodie to hide Jisung's Vincent Van Gogh "Starry Night"-lookin' neck. The only problem was that it was on the other side of the school.

Why Jisung decided to come instead of waiting, Chenle didn't know. He just thought he was too cute and didn't really want to leave him alone either. But luckily, it was still lesson time, so there was hardly anyone in the halls. So there they were, running through the halls Breakfast Club-style, dodging teachers and the odd student, until they reached Chenle's locker. He made quick work of opening it and grabbing the hoodie, buried underneath about 5 textbooks, 3 folders and a bag of snacks. "You're a mess." Jisung joked.

"Look, do you want the hoodie or not?" Chenle reiterated, his eyes wide as if he were scolding a child.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry!" Jisung giggled, taking the hoodie from Chenle's hands. Chenle jabbed quickly at Jisung's stomach, making him bend over and jump backwards dramatically. He pulled the hoodie over himself, surprised that it was kind of big on him.

"Not as big as you thought you were, huh?" Chenle quirked his eyebrow and Jisung blushed, once again, at his remark. He pulled up the hood and tugged the strings tight around his head, making Chenle coo at him. "You baby." And Jisung swore he could somehow hear the star emojis and "uwu" emoticon in his voice. Chenle walked closer to him, holding his sweater paws and then looking around to make sure no one was there. He then leaned in to quickly steal another kiss, lingering too long for it to be classed as a peck. "What lesson have you got now?" Chenle asked, still holding Jisung's sweater paws, now leaning against the lockers.

"I think Chemistry?" Jisung puffed out his cheeks in thought. Chenle was enamored.

"You okay to go? I can stay with you if you want me to." Chenle reasoned. Jisung's eyes dropped to the ground as he smiled.

"I'm definitely feeling better right now. I might even learn something in Chem." Jisung chuckled.

"Wouldn't that be a miracle." Chenle smiled. The other then pushed his shoulder lightly, making him giggle.

"I'm gonna miss you." Jisung mumbled towards his feet. Chenle leaned in further, smiling.

"That's cheesy and disgusting but you're cute so I'm gonna miss you too." He punctuated his statement with a kiss on the other's lips. Followed by another one. Then another. And another. They were both really lost in each other. And they didn't want to be anything else.

[favoriteplacetobe1997-blog]

DREAM ♡ A ♡ DREAM

🐯🐶🐬

[moonddaye]

Chenle 💚

I’ve added a timelapse of this too on my IG here, in case you’re interested❣️

[anaisnctzen]

oh chenle,,, oh,,,,

[komoruarchives]

hELLO i’m sO EXCITEDUSUDDNM

i really wish hyuck and morkie could join and we could have a 7dream reality but it’s ok at least we’re getting one for them!!!!

[irlakashi]

Chenle: what's the math homework?

Jisung: i don't know, ask Joe

Chenle: who's Joe?

Jisung: Joe mama

Chenle: who's Joe mama?

Johnny, sitting far away: no, wait, that is an illegal move

[muted-moon]

old 2018-ish first digital painting on SAI 2!!

[angeliqueiguess]

Bf!Chenle... In your camera roll.

“Don’t stop being cute” “What? What do y-“ “So I can keep taking pictures of you”

Masterlist.

[freakydreamchaser]

He has grown so well <<3333 look at him!!

[kimchikimcheenct]

~𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛~

<𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓵/𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓺𝓾𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓮>

[theuwerss]

[NCT DREAM] CHENLE

[breadpain]

chenji couple dp

[favoriteplacetobe1997-blog]

5 YEARS🎂

WITH 💚

NCT DREAM!!!