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"but I really mean it, tell me anything... or everything, in fact" he nods encouraging you to talk.

when he said that, your eyes lit up. your face full of enthusiasm. you didn't want to show that you were that excited to have this kind of conversations, but you really were. and he knew it as soon as your face changed, so there was no point in hiding it anymore.

"it might sound silly, but I really love this part of 'getting to know each other'. it's just so fun to listen about whatever the other person likes and the little details" you say happily.

you didn't notice of course, but while you talked, he was looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes. chenle knew he was in love with you, but didn't want to say anything until he had at least a minimal hint about it being reciprocated. he knew you too. not the oddly specific things, but the exact amount to already fall in love.

how many times had he thought about what would you say if he confessed so early? he imagined you saying "you don't even know my favorite color, chenle" so that's why he was determined to learn every detail about you today.

"i love it too, it's a shame we didn't have the time to do it before" he shakes his head. "now, tell me" you giggle at his eagerness.

you look at him one more time, to be sure he actually wanted to. he nods and you finally start.

"i love the color red and purple. i love cats. also, i love listening to music. it might sound weird, but i love studying because it's the perfect excuse to listen to my favorite songs without being interrupted. i like to draw, but i'm not really good at it. i love the 'oversized pants and tiny tops' combination. i love the stars and planets- actually, did you know i wanted to be an astronaut?" he chuckled when you interrupted yourself. "...but I decided to switch paths because i want to have a family one day, and i couldn't be there for my kids and husband if i'm in space, right?"

you looked like you had a million other things to say, but you wanted to listen about his own stuff too. "it's your turn now" you say this time, a hint of shyness showing in your face because of how much you managed to say in two minutes.

he, again, noticed it. "it's alright, i really enjoy listening to you" at this point you were all red because of his confession.

chenle could listen to you for hours non stop. even though he was the type to talk... the type to be listened to.

“Excuse me? When could dogs talk??”

“…ohh my god…”

“Whattthefuckisthat…”

“AAGH?!”

“….”

“Helloo Mr. Kennedy! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Can’t have you running away from me with your… ‘arachnophobia’ excuses.”

“…what?”

“Right. Mind my manners, my name is….irrelevant. I’ve been watching you for quite some time! Interesting…life choices I must observe.”

“A tad disappointing, I mean, it’s a shame your Tazer can’t be brought through dreams or- your mind really. How’s that appendix treating you?”

“….nothing? Shameful, it’s fine though. He’s never been good at suturing wounds. Well, it’s a pleasure I’ve got to meet you face to face, but…I believe time moves faster than I last recalled. Could you believe it’s nearly been 7 hours? You probably didn’t, you uneducated Buffon.”

”w-why? What did I ever do to you? What kinda sick fuck just stabs someone with a whatever this is? Gross ass. This- ew.”

“Tsk, whatever you say Kennedy. I will meet you…someday I’m sure. Someday or some year soon.”

“It doesn’t hurt, but I can’t move. Ew… spiders are gross. He’s gross, I mean who even decides to be pink for a living? And a spider? Eugck. This looks bad. Really bad… I need to wake up soon, this isn’t…fun.”

“I’m sorry, I did warn you though. Maybe… consider better choices. I will put him back in place immediately. Rest. You have more work tomorrow. Do not worry about anything he has spoken.”

“Aw… cute…a doggy…”