#chenle ff

You and Chenle were sitting on the sofa in the living room of your shared apartment. He was watching basketball on the TV and you were scrolling on your phone. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. You both were lounging after your routine weekend cleaning.

“Kissing your partner is good for your mental health,” you read out loud from your phone’s screen. “Good or bad, if it was possible to kiss you forever without getting tired, I would'', he blurted out nonchalantly. You furrowed your brows as it sounded too cheesy and unusual for Chenle to be saying something like that and you knew he realized it too, as you saw him looking down at the center table instead of the TV screen. It was amusing. “Oh,” you teased him. He glanced at you. “I wonder if it would be just kissing though,” you mused loudly, raising your eyebrows, eyes still on your phone. It was always so fun to tease him because of how worked up he gets and you barely ever get a chance like this because he is usually snarky like a mischievous cat. He snatched your phone from your hand and put it under the pillow behind him. You didn’t protest and just giggled, still finding his antics amusing. He gave you an annoyed look, and you shrugged, feigning innocence. You couldn’t hold back your laughter for long, though. His features softened as he looked at you laughing like an idiot. You held his gaze, unmoving. The sound of the match and the clock ticking faded in the background. Your eyes shifted to his lips and back to look into his. He leaned in as you closed your eyes. He placed his lips softly onto yours and pulled back. You looked at him, eyes playful, and he did it again, this time quickly, taking you by surprise. And then, snap, as if it was your cue, everything was too quick. You can show him a little surprise too. What he thought were innocent kisses were about to be so much more. You wanted to jump him since the moment you saw him focused on the match. He is so hot when he is concentrating and now you couldn’t hold back anymore. You quickly got onto his lap, straddling him. He saw the glint in your eyes and crashed his lips onto yours as you held onto his shoulders. You made out for a bit more and moments later, you were grinding on his lap. He wasn't able to hold back and his hips bucked up into yours and you both moaned together at the feeling. You kept on kissing him when he tried taking his shirt off. "Wait..." you insisted, breaking the kiss and pleading with your eyes. Before he could say anything, you got back to kissing him, moving to his jaw, and his neck, peppering kisses up to his earlobe and pulling it between your teeth. He couldn't help whimpering. You knew what he liked very well. You began moving your hips in circles and all the blood came rushing down to his dick. The friction from his bulge under the fabric of his sweatpants was sending tingles to your core. The sound of his soft whimpers and groans gave you butterflies and you could feel your panties getting soaked. You hoped he didn’t feel it because he wouldn’t stop teasing you if he did. But of course, it was in vain as you had worn thin shorts. He could probably see your wetness on the fabric of his sweatpants. He moved his hands to your waistband, but you held both of his wrists and pinned them to his sides. "Let's not…...this time," you shook your head, breaking the kiss again. You had something else in your mind.

This was different. You guys have never done it like this before. The image of it was so hot in his head. He let you take the lead to see where it went. "So...tell me," you whispered next to his ear, grinding down harder this time which made him shudder. “It c...could never be just kissing” he exhaled, grabbing your waist tightly and feeling the way you smirked on the skin of his shoulders…

And perhaps falling off a bridge would hurt lesser than falling for a friend. Your head and your heart would ultimately be confused and conflicted by an enigmatic companion. - The morning was unconcerned with the impending alarms, the warm yellow rays of the sun rising above the horizon were concealed by the heavy black curtains. An aura of sloth, sultriness, and wilderness floated in the room like the aroma of a freshly baked cake. The only source of light was the mood lamp that had been projecting the same seductive crimson and tuscany hues since the previous night.

Jeno hovered over you, placing kisses as he worked his hips just right. You gripped his face with your hands, soaking up every pleasure he gave you. It felt as though the world was dying since the two of you had been going about this business for so long and the only thing on your minds was getting each other to scream and react physically. You were familiar with every inch of his body like a road map that you had memorised, and you were also aware of the vital spots where even a light touch from your flesh would send him into a fit. Jeno was skilled in the same domain.

"How the fuck did you manage to cover me in so many hickeys?" Jeno voiced as he rolled over his side, engulfing you in his arms as he nuzzled his face into yours.

"I don't even like biting but there's something about you, I can't control myself." You replied, letting out soft moans as he brushed his fingers against your naked body.

"Why is it so soft?" He gushed, bringing himself nigher. He started to place kisses all over your bare arm.

"You really like my moisturizer, huh?" You made a joke, which caused the boy to giggle softly yet deeply.

The alarm went off, signalling it was too late and better for you to be out of bed. Yet, it was difficult to come out of the dreaminess of addictive acts with Jeno.

"You ought to go." He twisted his legs around yours and tightened the grasp after hearing what you said, which made him pout.

"Can we not just stay like this? I love it so much." Jeno tried his best to earn a yes from you but even after domestic dynamics between the two of you, what you had with him was still not bound by any official terms of a relationship.

"Lee Jeno, think of skipping one more class and you're dead meat." You declared, pushing him away by the chest. He finally got up, his back offered you a spectacular view as he put on his hoodie. He was hot.

-

The classes began as usual. The vibe of the weekend could be felt and seen on everyone's faces as they walked towards their lecture halls. College was about to end soon, unlike the day that would turn out to be a long one. 

Jeno came sprinting from behind, tapping you on the shoulder. "Lend me the notes from the past week. What did we do?"

You handed him a folder as you both kept walking. "Only if they taught football." He thanked you. 

"Even if they did you'd barely come to class." You commented as you took his hand in his. He wore a plain blue shirt over a white tee and that was enough for the rest of the onlookers to feel jealous of you. 

-

Business Majors was as dull as it sounded.

Where had the last three years gone? It would sound cliche to anyone but it in fact did feel like yesterday that you bumped into this athletic guy, the exchange of glances and phone numbers gradually led to things heating up between you. Matters started to range from baseball games to bedrooms.

-

But who was Jeno? A lover? A friend? An acquaintance? That's the complicated part. Friends with benefits. 

What everybody else thought was contrasting. For them, you two were the hottest couple on the campus. After all, you did everything a couple would do and the best thing to do when unfounded rumours keep coming up like a creeper is to ignore them and take pleasure in the drama.

-

"Had you been three minutes late I could've won a new pair of headphones?" A young boy who had donned a red jacket with fluffy brown hair, seated right in front of your row cried.

"Don't you already have more than enough?" You questioned seating yourself and placing your supplies on the desk.

"Renjun, explain." He elbowed the other one beside him.

"He made a bet. Lost again, of course." Another boy in yellow explained. He didn't seem to be in the mood to skip the lecture and squander it engaging in the gossip and petty bickering that you and your friend loved.

"Haechan! Grow up!" You jokingly hit his head.

"Over there!" With a harshness in his voice, the professor snapped his fingers. "Lee Jeno! Explain this." He called him out as he pointed toward a phrase on the screen.

Jeno, who was seated to your right, glanced at you momentarily in an attempt to pick up a cue, but the timing didn't seem appropriate.

"This.." He began. "I kind of don't know." He earned a roar of laughter from the rest of the class, every single one of them but you.

"Out!" The professor shouted, his brows wrinkled.

You turned to face Jeno once more, this time with worry reflected in your eyes, but he did the exact opposite of what you expected. He gave you a wink and grinned as he slung his empty backpack over his shoulder and exited the hallway regretlessly.

This made you think about the Jeno you met three years ago, he wasn't at the top of the class, but he did secure one of the highest grades, never missed a class, and turned in assignments on time but that only lasted for a semester or two. It was like slow poison, it would start to spread slowly and gradually, taking its time in the best way possible until one day would come and everything would cease. Serene yet explosive.

This was what had you concerned.

There were other occasions when people criticised you, saying that you were ultimately responsible for doing this to a sincere young man like him, that you were taking advantage of him, and that it was not for the talks, but the fact that they did, in fact, ring true to you was onerous. 

Given your social and financial status, you didn't think much of college and didn't care if you passed or not. If you fished a decent job placement or not. If your professors liked you or not and this was what had been going on ever since you could recall memories, things that appeared to be a hard-earned necessity to others were insignificant to you.  There were a dozen more methods, good or evil, to do things, and if you didn't succeed, your family would step in and fix them for you. This was how life went by; the only reason you went to this esteemed university was to have it documented on a piece of writing that you put some work into. Worse things may be anticipated in a society where paper was valued more highly than the human conscience. Money was paper, after all, it sure was different from the other kind of knowledge-stuffed papers the others applied with, but well, it was paper and your family did not mind spending racks to fit you into an image that was not yours.

-

"Y/N? The class got over ten minutes ago." Haechan attracted your attention by abruptly waving his hand in front of your eyes.

"Oh, yeah." You murmured. 

"This is why they say people go crazy in love." He commented.

"Shut the fuck up!" You were annoyed. Picking up your bag, you left the class, still in deep thought.

Life did not make any sense at that point and your heart was not helping either, you were a walking puzzle.

-

Love was not what you two shared.

Together, you did spend days and nights. Every time someone else looked at him, you grew envious, and Jeno too. You'll never forget how he pouted whenever you spent time with someone who wasn't him. There was a natural sense of belonging that you two had developed for one another, but perhaps that's what friends did. Every time Haechan brought in new acquaintances, you did experience jealousy; it wasn't as strong or as intense, but it was enough to persuade your heart. Only if hearts came equipped with remote controls would the world be a simpler place to live.

The one time you could not control your heart was when you told Jeno you loved him, drunk.

"I love you too, Y/N~" He replied back, not even in a sense of distinguishing colours or shapes, let alone feelings.

Because you were certain Jeno had no memory of it, and because you knew it would be terrifying to dig out the dead, you gave up trying to think about that time. Losing a friend as valuable as he was was not on your list because the only ghosting that could occur was from his end to yours.

This took you back to another night in your bed. You and Jeno were cuddled up, wrapped in blankets as he laid his head on your tummy, trying to watch Netflix but the only thing you could ever do was smile at each other's face, for no reason whatsoever.

"What?" You giggled, interlocking his hair in your fingers, trying to focus on the screen projected in the front.

"Can't I just stare at my-" He cut the sentence halfway, turning his face away to the movie. A scene of love confession was going on, the two main leads were oblivious, still in a denial, and you could swear that watching porn instead of that would have been way easier for you.

At least five times, if not more, Jeno looked up at you in the hope that you would say something, but you chose to ignore him like life troubles, as if they went away with your ignorance. And wasn't romance trouble too? You thought to yourself. No matter how bad you wanted Jeno, the more you thought of confessing, the more you denied your feelings.

No, it would still not count as love.

-

"Be careful where you go!" Someone's screams jolted you back to reality. "I'm sorry." You walked away.

"Y/N!" You turned your head toward the source, Jeno. He was already outside, waiting for you.

"Here!" He shouted.

You began to move in the direction of the blanket, pillows, and woven basket of food that he had already spread out on the floor.

He patted on a spot, asking you to take a seat.

"Jeno, this is a study date." You asserted while raising one of the soft pastel green pillows loaded with fur.

"Because of the way the brain functions, we need to get some rest before engaging in any kind of mental training." He laughed.

"How do you plan to sleep here, it's 11 am?" You pushed him away, laying beside him.

"Hmm because you kept me from getting any sleep last night." Right near to your ear, he whispered.

"I could say the same." You exhaled.

"Yo! Lovebirds, and then you guys say you are not in love." You cocked your head to the side only to see Chenle.

"Come, sit." You said getting up.

"I'm in a rush, Jeno I needed you to help me." He declared.

"With?" You questioned.

"You already forgot? Do you need a second invitation?" Chenle teased you while you were still confused.

"I told you I'm throwing a party tonight, nothing too fancy." 

"Will there be booze?" Haechan jumped into the scene, startling you. 

"Everything, Jeno!" He pulled him by the arm until he succeeded in taking him away.

"Hmmm." Haechan hummed.

"What now?" You questioned.

"I don't know what kind of kinks you have but sleeping under the open sky here at the campus is definitely a bad idea." The only thing holding him up was his elbow, he said as he laid down.

"You don't get to speak crude things just because you're single." You flicked at his forehead.

"You are also single." He was obviously on something today since everything he said struck you right in the heart; if it weren't for the luxury of being your closest friend, he may have gotten into trouble.

"Whatever." You shrugged him off.

-

You were in your room later that evening, contemplating what to wear to the party. Other significant life decisions were open questions for someone who struggled to make decisions about their clothing.

You saw a text from your mother when the phone's alerts appeared, but you chose to ignore it. Knowing what it would be, the wisest course of action was to ignore it once again.

Haechan also phoned, but because you were adamant that nothing would spoil this evening and Jeno was on the way, the two of you chose to go together.

KNOCK KNOCK! The door signalled a visitor, your favourite one.

"Jaemin Na—who the hell is he?" Before you could even see Jeno's face, he hissed. You were taken aback. How did he know about him? You never told him, did you?

"What- who told yo- Jeno what?" You sounded muddled.

"Come inside, let's sit down and speak about it." You suggested it after noticing the others in the hallway, and he stepped in.

"Who is he?" Jeno was tearing up, gripping you by your arms. Meanwhile, you thought of a thousand different excuses. There was no way you wanted Jeno to know who Jaemin was. 

He was sobbing when you glanced up, but he was in a subtle rage. Why? Not as if he was yours. The two of you had nothing official, only lingering feelings and this would be the complete opposite of whatever was, and would happen between you and Jaemin.

You kissed Jeno impulsively, not knowing what else to do. And he kissed you back, roughly.

Two bodies breathing heavily, crying, yet never breaking the tongue contact. You were so mad at him, and surely he felt the same.

You pushed Jeno onto the bed, his eyes never meeting yours as you straddled him, sitting on his lap, forcing him to lay on his back.

"This is all because of you." He grunted.

"Oh, so now you are going to say this too?" You bit his neck, earning a groan from him. His hands rushed up and down your waist all the way back.

You ripped apart his black shirt, and moments later his pants met with the same fate. 

You kissed and bit every part of his body like some bloodthirsty vampire, with zero control over yourself. The bed was a weird mix of fluids, including the sweat from the heat and the tears from the pain. Maybe they were right when they said sex was a great escape mechanism. 

"Fuck you!" Jeno cursed, you had not seen him like this anytime before.

"You literally will." 

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You were basic person, you come from a basic family background, had basic clothes, basic grades and a basic personality.

So here you are, at 6 in the morning attending one of your lectures, almost half asleep as the professor reviewed the previous lessons slides.

Was lectures important to attend? To you, absolutely not. Was role call important? Yes, if you want points to your participation section of your grades.

So when you heard the chair scraping against the floor beside you, it was a shock to you that the black haired boy finally decided to come out of the absentees list. (Don't skip school kids)

Zhong Chenle. Mr rich kid who uses money to buy and apologise to anyone and anything. He had a handsome face and a killer smile but also an aura that made everyone move away from him.

The only fact that you know about him, is that he's from the infamous Zhong family in china, top 20 of the riches families in China.

But he stuck to you like glue ever since the week started, asking stupid questions to try and gain your attention and it works, every.single.freaking.time. And it annoys you that you won't be able to focus on the actual lecture. But thank god that it was already the end of the week.

As far as you know, he has his own friends or the popular school boys that could (and probably will) take over the school.

"Psst (Y/N)" there it was, the pestering was starting already. Luckily one of the students didn't understand the last topics, asking the professor to repeat.

"Y/N"

Don't give in

"Hey" he pulled his chair closer to you, making you freeze for a second, slightly panicking.

Don't you freaking dare give in

"Yah" his breath fanned over your ear, you feel your skin heat up hotter than the pits of hell.

"What" you tried to keep your cool as your heart sends an alert to every single part of your body.

"Do you have a pencil" you grab for a pencil, shoving into his hand as you look out to the window.

"Hey I actually need help with this class, i was wondering if you could tutor me- I'll pay" your hope was absolutely shattered, rolling your eyes to glare at him.

"First, who are you to say i need money. second, have you even ask if I was free. Third, the answers no, I have a lot on my plate, go find another tutor buddy" you jab your index finger into his chest at each question, making him wince.

"Mean" you heard him mutter under his breath, but it was definitely directed for you to hear.

You huff out at his childish antics, leaning back to your chair, waiting for the professor to finally shut up about the last topic as you tapped your foot on the floor impatiently.

"Y/N"

"What" you spat out harshly, you had enough of tolerating him the whole week of giving him sweet smiles and gently explaining everything to him.

"You wanna go to the mall tomorrow?" You looked at him in disbelief, i just- told you i had a lot on my plate.

Hey maybe he doesn't mean it she heard her heart speak to her, making her grip on the table tightly.

"Y/N?"

"Fine"

His eyes light up as a bright smile was painted up on his lips.

"okay see you at Neo classical shopping mall"

You almost fell out of your seat, but should expected it anyways, he was rich and going to the most expensive shopping mall was a normal thing for him.

"Alright...see ya" you awkwardly say, turning your attention back to lecture

...

You stood in front of the huge mall that you definitely going to get lost in without Chenle help.

You felt awkward in oversized tie-dye shirt and skinny jeans as others inside the mall were showered in designers brand, walking with clothes that more expensive than your rent.

"Y/N!" You turned around to see Chenle, dressed in a white shirt and black jeans along with a leather jacket running over to you. "Hi Chenle" you smiled.

"Come on, let's meet my friends" he pulled you into the mall, making you furrow your eyebrows. "Chenle i thought it's just the two of u-" you used your other hand to cover your mouth from being too loud.

"Hope you dont mind, we hang out here every weekend and after school" he said, getting in the elevator and pressing the button to the highest floor.

A bit too late for that mister

You guys walk out the elevator, passing the receptionist who looked up to greet him.

NCM lounge you read, walking inside one of the room with him.

"Chenle's friend is here" a boy with black hair sang, making the others turn to see.

"The names Jaemin, what's your name sweetheart, or can i just call you mine" the blacked hair boy flirts, sending a wink your way.

You scrunched your nose, cringing, "ew that's so overused"

"Jaemin's a flirt, dont mind him, I'm Renjun" the two toned hair boy introduced himself before pointing to the table full of snacks "want some?"

You shook your head "maybe later" you smiled at him.

You sat in between Chenle and another boy named Jeno, watching as the movie played.

...

Two hours later, here you were finally getting settled into the group of chaotic boys.

You learned that Renjun had a short tempered and had an artistic mind. Yelling a 'yah' when he get teased too much.

While Jaemin was loud and flirtatious, often babying the youngest, Jisung.

Jeno was comfortable to be around never too loud or too quiet, coming in with some jokes from time to time, getting teased by Chenle and Haechan too.

Mark along with Haechan are funny earning small giggles from you at their antics. It was pretty clear that they were best friends.

You shivered as Jaemin turned the AC down, crossing your arms to warm yourself.

Chenle noticed this, passing your his leather jacket, draping it over your shoulders, "here"

"Thanks" you gave him a grateful smile, slipping on his jacket as you felt warmer.

Chenle chuckled, seeing how tiny you were wearing his jacket, he thought you were pretty cute in it.  

"Oh Chenle gave his jacket to Y/N? Does he have little crush~" Jaemin said, in what you recognised as his kindergarten teacher voice that he uses to baby Jisung.

Chenle simply rolled his eyes, "i just met her last week"

You nodded agreeing with his words.

"Hey Y/N, let's go shopping downstairs" Renjun suggested, pulling you up from the couch much to chenle's displeasure.

"I-i don't think i have enough" you say, looking down, embarrassed that they might make fun of you for not coming from a wealthy family.

Renjun let a laugh out, pulling his pants pocket inside out to show you, "we don't either"

"Then how do you guys pay?"

"We don't" Jeno chimed in, making your eyes widen.

Before you take it the wrong way, Renjun decided to explain "Chenle's father owns this mall so practically everything is free for us"

You nodded, of course you should've expected again.

...

"Hey it's getting late, I'll bring you home" Chenle said, putting his phone back into his pocket, making you look up at him.

"Oh you don't have to-" "I insist" he cut you off, making you have no choice but to say yes.

you guys head to the parking lot where his driver was waiting at, smiling at the both of you once he noticed.

You sat at the back with chenle, cool leather seat making you relax, letting a small quiet sigh out.

The ride was in comfortable silence, the only sound was from the radio, softly breaking through the silence as you enjoyed chenle's presence beside yours.

Once you arrived outside of your apartment complex, you said thank you to his driver and got off. finding your keys from your purse and found Chenle right behind you.

"Aren't you suppose to be on the way home" you said, looking up to his tall figure. "Yeah, but i figured that i want you to get home safely" he replied, you were thankful that it was dark now as he wouldn't be able to see the blush on your cheeks.

"Thanks Chenle" the both of you are now right in front of your  door.

"No problem" he smiled, making you smile as well.

You got your keys to unlock door before remembering something.

"Oh Chenle!" You called out, he froze half way in the hallway, a grin plastered on your face.

"Thank you for today, it was a fun" you said shyly, clasping your hands together.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, let's hang out more sometimes"

You nodded not trusting your words right now.

"Bye Chenle"

...

So it became a routine, everyday after school and during the weekends you guys would hang out at the mall after school, playing video games or watching some movies, occasionally you would help the boys with their homework too. And after that Chenle you bring you home, making sure you got home safely.

Today was just another one of your nights.

"Thanks for making sure I'm safe Chenle" you said before adding "again" you joked.

"Yeah yeah" he playfully rolled his eyes, "I'm just making sure my friend's okay to beat the hyungs asses"

friend the word echoed through your mind. he only thinks of me as a friend you thought, mind blocking out his words already.

The past weeks of hangout with the guys, you found yourself extremely comfortable in the presence of him, at first you thought that's what friends feeling like but after steeping into your apartment with happy smiles and your heart running like marathon, you soon realised that...

You have a crush on chenle.

"Y/N?" His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you look into his eyes.

"Is something wrong" his face furrows into a worried expression. "It's nothing, I'm just tired" you lied, a little part inside you hoping for him to catch on your lie.

"I see, well go and rest, see you tomorrow" he said awkwardly, waving to you.

"Bye" you say, sounding almost sad, as you walk into your apartment.

"Wait Y/N" you turned around, seeing him with his hand on his nape rubbing it.

"I want to say something before you go" you nodded, being attentive to him.

"I-just-I really-" he stuttered, making you tilt your head trying to figure out his words, "Y/N" he sighed.

"What I want to say is the pass few weeks have been fun hanging out with you, and your a nice person to hang out with, i really like you Y/N"

You stood there stunned at his confession like a deer found in headlights.

"You dont have to accept it" he said quickly, "chenle" you held his hand, "i accept your confession"

"Wait you do?!" He exclaimed as his eyes widened, you shush him, scared of waking up the neighbours.

"Wait, I haven't even asked you out for a date- this isn't even a proper a confession- wait what flowers do you like- wait no that’s cringe and overrated-" you cut his ramble off by pecking his lips.

"You can ask me out tomorrow, now go your driver would be worried"

He nodded, stealing a kiss from you before running off.

"I love you!" He made a heart shape, you chuckle, smiling to yourself.

"I love you too"

a bonus

"i've realised you never returned my jacket from that day"

"and?"

"i want it back"

"no it's mine now"

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Chenle let go of you before saying, “Come to the library with me and Jisung,” His hair was messy, as well as his uniform shirt. You assumed he just went around hugging other people besides you. He grinned at you, “We’re planning to do something fun as a celebration for the last day of school! Let’s go!” He grabbed your wrist tightly, but not enough to cause circulation loss, at least. You began contemplating whether or not it was a good idea to follow suit of the boy, knowing him. Nonetheless, you were curious.

You both arrived at the library, seeing Jisung already sitting at one of the tables reading a comic. Sitting down in front of the boy, he closed the book once he felt your presences. He greeted with a small smile, you and Chenle doing the same. “Alright listen,” Chenle started, clearing his throat before broadcasting the plan aloud, “We’re going to go to my elementary school—but with a twist.” He grinned before continuing, “It’s been so long since I’ve been there, so it’s abandoned now and I’m pretty sure no one monitors it anymore. Although... it is still intact so we need to break in.”

“Woah, wait, we are not going to break into an elementary school.” you cautioned.

Chenle rolled his eyes and rested his palm on his jawline. “It’s not like it’s haunted or anything. As I said, no one monitors it anymore--you guys just aren’t fun.”

Jisung clasped his hands together before letting out a sigh, “I thought you were joking at first and just wanted to go and play on the playground or something. But seriously?” He shuddered slightly, subconsciously flipping the pages of the comic he was reading earlier. You nodded at him before returning your gaze back on Chenle. All that was written on his face was smugness.

“We have to try it once. Think about it! It’ll be fun, you know? It’s like in movies, we just have to be cautious of our surroundings.” Chenle assured.

You can’t believe you’re doing this. You really can’t. It was 3 fucking am and you decided it was a great idea to go along with Chenle (out of everyone else in the world) and his plan to break into his old elementary school just for fun.

You packed your backpack with a few essential items: a flashlight, a few bottles of water, a baseball bat, and a crowbar. You kept it unzipped at the top so they could all fit, keeping your phone in your spacious hoodie pocket. You put on a mask and a beanie to keep yourself covered in case of security cameras. You put on your backpack, adjusting to the heaviness. If you were being honest, you had this rush of nervousness flowing through your body, the fear of not knowing what will happen to the three of you once you break in and enter the abandoned building. Nonetheless, you head to your front door to walk to Chenle’s house as the three of you decided to go to beforehand. Step by step, your body grew warmer as anxiety rose. It hadn’t hit you that you’d never done this before--you were always the type to stay in and not go out doing reckless activities; but here you are, doing that exact thing.

Immediately as you stepped on Chenle’s rug that was placed in front of the door, it opened, him now in front of you. He moved aside for you to enter the place. “You got everything?” He questioned and you nodded. “Jisung’s not here yet, so I guess we have to just wait.”

You both sat on his leather couch, staring down at the empty mug with thoughts roaming your brain. It wasn’t breaking in that was scaring you--but the thought of getting caught and living with the guilt that you had done something illegal was. Attempting to engage in conversation, you spoke, “How did you even come up with this idea?”

Chenle chuckled lightly, fiddling with the watch on his wrist. “It just came to my head out of nowhere, I guess.”

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, you stood up abruptly, Chenle following after. You both headed to the front and opened it for Jisung. “You have everything, right? We should go now.” Jisung nodded and let out a breath he was previously unknowingly holding.

You three went inside of Chenle’s car, with Chenle driving and Jisung and you seated at the back. You took off your backpack and placed it on the floor of the car, the weight removed gave you sudden relief on your shoulders. Jisung plugged his phone into the aux cord and played soft, lo-fi music to soothe the nerves that were getting to you unknowingly.

You sighed, laying your head on the headrest of the car seat, looking out the window. It was a rather peaceful night despite what you were going to do in a couple of minutes—stars beginning to deem visible across the vast, dark sky, with only a few cars passing by in which you could count with your fingers. That was when you felt eyes boring into the back of your head, and you turned to see Jisung staring at you. You furrowed your brows and muttered a ‘what’. “I’m nervous, Y/N,” he breathed out, fear clearly laced in his voice.

You bit your lip. “It was Chenle’s idea, we can blame him for all of this.” you joked.

The elementary school definitely does not look as you expected--before coming, you imagined it to be completely abandoned, having growing moss on the walls, windows that were broken or punched, or even having “caution” tape around it. You guess it only happens in movies. But this school looked almost normal, for some reason, with only overgrown trees around it as the leaves fell on it. You let out a soft sigh, relieved that it looks fairly approachable and safe to go into.

“This is crazy, it’s been so long since I’ve been here. Let’s go!” Chenle beamed. You looked at Jisung for a moment, giving him a reassuring smile and a nod before putting on your heavy backpack and exiting the car as he did as well.

The three of you stood outside of the back door of the building, looking around for any suspicious cameras though found none. You pulled your mask up further before checking on Chenle and how he’s putting up with his attempts at opening the door. “I can’t find any key,” he grunted. You offered him the crowbar that was hanging off your backpack, and to your luck, it worked on opening the door. Jisung let out a surprised sound as he stood behind you.

The back door led to the gym in which you stood. It was empty, except for the lone basketball that sat in the middle of the vast room. The lights didn’t work, so you came to the conclusion that it would be best to use your flashlights, instead. You followed Chenle as he was the only person that knew the way around this place. He went toward the door which led to the hallway of the school, which connected to the many classrooms. The atmosphere felt terribly dismal, and it didn’t leave you with a good feeling. You couldn’t help but focus on the smell that hadn’t been freshened up for years.

“This is my 4th-grade classroom,” He slid open the door and across the room were sprawled out desks and chairs--it was like a forest, avoiding all of these objects just to get to the other side was like a journey in itself. In the back of the room were stapled class pictures of old students and teachers on a corkboard. Chenle desperately searched for the photo with him in it, searching across what seemed like around 10+ photographs. “Ah, here’s me!” He said, gesturing for you and Jisung to come to him. He pointed to his 10-year-old self, shining a flashlight on it to show it clearer. “It’s crazy how it’s still here.”

“You were cute,” Jisung commented.

“Are you saying I’m not cute now?” Chenle scoffed jokingly. He removed the photo from the corkboard and shoved it neatly into the small pocket of his backpack, thinking of showing it to his parents later today once he figures out a good enough excuse to where he found it.

You yawn, eyes getting tired minute by minute, second by second as you continue your journey throughout the huge school. You entered room 3B, which seemed like a music room—chairs stacked in 5’s, music sheets laying on the scattered desks, posters of musicians and guitar and piano chords on the walls begging to fall down to the ground as the tape holding it up collects dust. A piano lies near the corner of the room and Chenle sits on the bench that stood in front of it. He plays a mellow tune as you and Jisung look at all of the instruments that were isolated in a metal storage cabinet. You take out a recorder and try to remember the notes of the infamous ‘Hot Cross Buns’—however your memorization skill isn't the best and you end up with random noises. Jisung laughs at your attempt and you laugh back, putting the instrument back to where it was placed. You head towards Chenle, who was heavily concentrated on playing the song that was on the sheet on the music desk. You listen to the pretty sounds until he stops for a moment.

“It sounds beautiful,” you say.

Chenle chuckles before standing up and ruffling his hair, “I know, I’ve been playing practically since birth, you know?”

You both stood there, the moonlight reflecting on your skin through the thin glass. You turn your head, “Where’s Jisung?” You had thought the boy would follow you when you were walking toward Chenle—but he didn’t. There was no third shadow moving alongside yours and the boy beside you; the atmosphere grew cold. You beckoned Chenle to come with you before walking towards the classroom door to once again enter the hallway.

“Jisung! Are you an idiot? Where are you?” Chenle shouted out loud but there was no voice that followed. A curse word was muttered, you begin scrambling out of the music room to find the 5’11 boy that suddenly vanished into thin air. You knew how afraid he was during the car ride here and you never thought you would leave him alone like this. You stuck by Chenle’s side as you searched through most of the classrooms in the building.

No sign.

You were startled as you unlocked the door to the janitor’s closet, shining your flashlight down the stairwell that was somehow built in the tiny room. “Chenle, come here,” you beckoned. He rushed to you quickly; his eyes widened once he saw what was hidden inside the room.

“I’ve never seen this before,” he chuckled, “Maybe Jisung went in here, but for what?” You shrugged at the boy’s assumption, furrowing your brows before stepping in. Jisung was always curious about the world—you might think it’s his first life and he’s fascinated by every small detail that the universe could give him. Though, you would never expect that he would be curious about this particular stairwell.

A horrid smell hit you both once you reached halfway down the staircase. You muttered a curse word, “Fuck. It smells rotten in here,” Chenle agreed, nodding at you. You continued your way down to see Jisung’s body lay flat on the floor like a ragdoll. You took in a sharp breath as you quickened your steps down to see six other bodies lay in front of him. You rapidly shout out the boy’s name as you frantically attempt to shake him awake, wishing in the back of your mind that he hadn’t ended up like the bodies that were obviously sitting beside you.

Jisung groaned, sitting right side up as he held his head. “What happened to you?!” You question, helping him stand up. He looked around the room once more before taking two steps back when he watched the dead bodies lay on the floor.

He shook his head rapidly as his hands held onto your wrist. “I-I just saw that and I don’t know what happened but…” he shut his eyes. “I should’ve stayed with you guys. I’m so so so sorry.” You hear footsteps nearing you, both of your heads turn to the sound.

“Jisung!” You yell out. You froze once you see crimson flow out of his neck. Your eyes follow the holder of the knife’s arm to his face slowly. You stared with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “Chenle, what the fuck are you doing?!” you breathed out.

Chenle tilted his head back with a slight close-lipped smile, enigmatic. Your eyes filled with tears as you watched Jisung’s blood drip, his arms holding onto what he thought was his best friend. “It’s so fun doing this!” he giggled, eyes crinkling through his smile. He pulled out the knife before quickly stabbing it back inside Jisung’s neck. “Is little Jisung whimpering? I’m just playing with you!” His psychotic laughter soon filled your ears and your breath quickened once you watched as Chenle stabbed him in the stomach laying on top of Jisung, a dark red pours onto the floor steadily. You wanted to look away but your body could do nothing but be full of shock.

Chenle’s head jerked toward your direction. You gulped as he stood up to walk toward you with an innocent smile. Once he cornered your back to the wall, he dragged the knife covered in blood along your jawline. You winced as the sharp blade cut through your delicate skin, you clutched onto nothing making your knuckles turn white. “P-please…” you whisper.

Mark:

First time he'd see you during one of your episodes would be when he was teaching you his favorite tune on his guitar. He'd be shocked, to say nonetheless since he'd never seen you like this before as you had been doing a considerably good job at avoiding him when you thought you'd be getting a round of your tics. 

"Hey.." he'd approach you cautiously the moment you feel yourself subsiding from the episode at the sight of your lightly glazed and wet eyes. "Hey.. Why are you crying, love?" he'd be wary to wrap his arms around you, luring you into his embrace. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that-" your voice betrays you with the evident crack as you lower your head in embarrassment. "Why're you sorry? There's literally nothing to be sorry about-"

"I'm just embarrassed, alright? I just let my super cute boyfriend see one of my defects." you choke out. 

"I think me noticing you like that just made our bond stronger. One less secret to hide now, am i right?" he'd chuckle-

"And hey, you're super cute too"

Renjun:

It'd happen when you played the role of a muse when Renjun impulsively decided to draw a portrait of you since, "art should be hung up on the walls but if i hang you up there, I'd be sentenced to life prison or execution so no thank you." 

At first he'd be slightly annoyed since you did just move which can potentially ruin his painting. He'd go off on you, but lets you slide this one time off with a warning. When you kept going at it however, he'd lose it and scold you, demanding you to stay still. But then he'd notice how you weren't necessarily doing it on purpose and was just something that you couldn't handle, help, or have a say in, so he'd patiently wait until you stilled and showed no potential signs of going into an episode again and approach you, grasping onto your shoulder blades while pressing down from the back of your head to your shoulders are slightly below the biceps, massaging the area soothingly. 

"Does your neck hurt? Point out where it hurts the most, I'll soothe it out for you. House chores on me for this week, I'm sorry for losing my temper, darling"

Jeno: 

Probably happens when you're seated at the bleachers during one of his soccer practices. He's always been a little protective over you since you did mention about your tics to him at the early stages of your relationship and even had voiced out your insecurities that came along with it. 

Jeno would notice sudden movements from your end (which was relatively easy to notice since you were practically the only soul at the right hand top of the seats) and realise that  you were experiencing one of your episodes. 

Though, this movement definitely doesn't go unnoticed by his teammates and the cheerleaders team. For some messed up reason, the jerks would start laughing, definitely going up and beyond to even mocking you. That would tick Jeno off. Who do they think they are to make fun of his girl?

He'd run up to you with a bottle of water when he notices you shake from anxiety and stands in front of you before turning to face the heartless crowd. 

"Hey assholes! Mind your own business, will you?"

Haechan: 

Let's say, You'd first experience an episode in front of him during a couple's game night. Jaemin and his girlfriend in a team, Mark and his in one, Jisung and his another and then there's you and Hyuck. 

Right during the game point you'd feel yourself moving involuntarily, leading to the two of you losing the game. And you know how competitive he is so you'd only feel guilty about it. But here's the catch, Haechan had an idea of your motor tics. He'd just never been there to experience it. 

He'd notice you getting all teary eyed and would be quick to console you, "Listen, look we lost because i went easy on them, you know i could've smashed them all in one go,"

"No. We lost because of my stupid tics, I'm sorry" you'd sob back a reply. 

"You're sorry for having something you never asked for? No. Be sorry for not giving me a consolation kiss, doll" he'd try diverting the attention onto another topic to distract you from your self wallowing. 

Jaemin-

Baking nights for sure. 

In this scenario, let's say you aren't really insecure about your motor tics and that you weren't necessarily hiding yourself from Jaemin because knowing him and how trustworthy he is (not that the others are not) you'd be confident enough to tell him all about you. 

You'd be standing next to him as you watch him put all the ingredients into a bowl when you'd feel yourself going into an episode. Startled by your own involuntary movements you'd quickly grab onto his apron and wait patiently for yourself to still.

Once you do, you look up to see Jaemin looking down at you with utmost adoration (like, you can literally see hearts and rainbows and stars in his eyes) as he slowly turns to you, 

"Did you know? You look like a puppy drying itself after a shower when you do that" 

Chenle- 

You'd be at a basketball date with Chenle when he'd first see you.

It's probably his loud scream from near you that triggered it after he scored a hoop but you'd immediately crouch down in order to not fall painfully onto your butt at the sudden movement. 

Chenle would be quick to rush over to you and inquire if you're okay, "I'm fine, it's just the tics, I'm fine i swear," 

After ensuring that you are, infact okay he'd immediately get back to teasing you, "You see, i know your neck or head probably hurts right now but uhm.. My five dollars, loser?" 

He wouldn't be the type to push onto the topic unless you bring up the topic yourself, instead he'd divert the attention onto something totally unrelated. 

Jisung-

You'd be having a study date at the library when it takes place. 

It's the stress from the hours of studying without any other movement that triggers the tics. In all, you'd be in a very sensitive state once your movements come to a stop.

Taking a notice on the situation Jisung would quickly clear up the place and drag you out to the open but does not bring up the topic (no matter how curious or concerned he is) since you probably don't have the energy in you to explain it out to him. 

"Let's take a break, studies are secondary, we could always catch- oh! Isn't that the bakery that sells your favorite cheesecake?"