#chenle soft

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[ 30: could we pretend that we’re in love? ] + [ 36: it’s just a kiss ] + [ 54: i can’t keep doing this ]

the prompts

“sorry, i can’t keep doing this” chenle hissed, turning away. making you and the rest of the actors sigh, one of them instructing to everyone to take a break.

you were supposed to go over the last scene of the school’s play, but that seemed impossible when your co-protagonist kept refusing to kiss you.

“chenle” you called him out loudly, he already down the stage and walking away from the theatre. “come back here, could we pretend that we’re in love? get this done? it’s really not that hard”

the boy turned a deaf ear to your words, disappearing into the dressing room that was actually the janitor’s storage closet. you exhaled, running towards his direction.

when you closed the door behind you, chenle was sitting on the floor, face hidden in his hands.

“chenle, are you okay?” you hesitated, not understanding what was happening no matter how hard you tried to read between the lines.

“i can’t do this”

“hey, you are the best actor in this whole play. there’s nothing you can’t do” you sat beside him, wavering fingers finding their way to his arm. he giggled, and there was some relief brought to you by the sound.

“it’s not that”

“then what’s wrong? it’s just a kiss”

“it’s not just a kiss” he whispered, raising his head. “i haven’t kissed anyone before” that last part came out even in a smaller voice, and you had to lean in to finish capturing the message.

“really? is this what it’s about?” you couldn’t help but smile. chenle was very pretty, but he looked even more adorable with his cheeks flushed.

“i’m scared of doing it wrong”

you thought about it for a minute. there was no way for him to do it wrong, it was only for a school show after all. it didn’t actually matter how much of a good kisser he was, and as long as people believed it, it would be fine.

nonetheless, you found yourself adding something else.

“do you want to practice?”

“what?” he said quickly, gaze averting from the floor and walls.

“i could” you paused. “kiss you, now. so your first one isn’t that exposed, you know? in front of everyone and that”

you felt heat in your own face, focusing on admiring your shoes for him not to notice. from the corner of your eye, you saw the boy smile.

“i’d like that, yeah” he cleared his voice.

you nodded, turning and giving the first step, the first approach. he mirrored your motions, directing his gaze from your eyes to your lips in seconds.

you both took your time to find the other’s touch, and when you did, you stayed like that. frozen, lips testing the waters. for your surprise, chenle was the first who moved. he opened his mouth slowly, only half an inch, but enough. you kissed back, softly.

no one had kissed you this sweetly. but it was exactly how you had always wished to be kissed. you wouldn’t know how to explain it, what he was doing that made it so unique. but you did know you didn’t want to stop kissing chenle anytime soon.

when you pulled away, you searched for his lips again. they were curled in a beautiful smile, and it was shy, and embarrassed, and perfect.

“thank you”

“thank you?” you repeated, chuckling. he shook his head.

“that was awkward. forget i said it” he bursted into laughter. and even if you could sense his shaky breath, he seemed more relaxed.

“i won’t” you grinned. daring to wrap your arms around his shoulders, moving closer to him. “want to head back?”

he hummed, staring at your lips.

   Boyfriend!Chenle leaned into the cushions on the coffee-colored couch, his back sinking into the crevices. He looked up at you, who was sitting in front of his torso on the couch, your back pushing him further into the brown abyss.

  His eyes stared at your figure as you talked with the other boys in front of the TV, laughing and updating each other on your lives. He saw the way your back rose and fell as you breathed, he could see the corner of your smile from his place from underneath you, he could see your red ears and neck -- it drove him crazy that he couldn't wrap you in his arms right then and there, but he was always shy about showing affection in front of his friends.

  “Princess,” he started, groaning and flinging his arms around your waist and clasping his hands together. You turned around, your large smile morphing into an endearing grin as you glanced down at your overly affectionate boyfriend. “Yes, Lele?” He frowned in response, whining and tugging on your waist to cuddle with him.

  You felt your heart melt a little and you chuckled, shaking your head. His ash-brown hair was falling in front of his bare-face, and you tucked it gently behind his ear as to not obstruct your view of him. You gave Chenle all your attention, caressing his face with your thumb. “Lele, there’s other people.” You reminded yourself to ask him about his skincare routine later on. 

  He ignored the stutter of his heart and pouted, tugging you closer. Rolling your eyes, you gave in. You climbed on top of him, laying down on his chest, your head finding solace in the crook of his neck. You couldn’t help but let a sigh of content leave your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist and your legs fell in-between his, his clinginess not even a little annoying. The warmth he emitted felt like a blanket for your heart. He smelled like the cologne you bought him for his birthday a few months ago; at that memory you smiled into his neck, rubbing your nose against him. A squeal left his lips and he choked, his hands separating from each other to grab onto your waist to stabilize himself.

  “Ew. Can you please get a room.” Renjun sneered, rolling his eyes. You didn’t spare him a glance, you were much too lost in Chenle’s aura. “Mhmm, sure,” you answered without thinking. A large sigh left the annoyed boy's lips before you heard him get up and leave the living room, huffing as he did so. The sound of his footsteps was followed by several more, which you took to mean that the other boys left you and Chenle alone.

  “Mission accomplished.” Chenle murmured in your ear, his warm breath causing you to squirm. You hummed, removing your head from its comfortable position to look down at him. As you took in Chenle in all his glory, you felt the sudden urge to envelop him in all your love.

  It was probably the way his hair fell so beautifully past his flushed face, or maybe it was the way his mouth was curled in the cutest mischevious smile you’d ever seen, possibly the way his eyes creased with happiness -- either way, it all was too much for your cardiovascular system.

  You took a hold of his face, squishing his cheeks together as you leaned down, ignoring the adorably confused noise that left his throat. His lips were soft, a little chapped, but soft. He didn’t move for a second, his brain processing what was happening. But once he realized, Chenle took control and sat up, pulling you into his lap without breaking the kiss. His mouth moved in synch with yours as he pulled your waist into his and leaned you back; your hands resting lovingly against his chest, the feeling of his rapidly beating heart drum against your shaking fingers causing your own heart rate to accelerate too.

  The kiss ended a minute later, a heavily breathing Chenle parting from you with wet lips. Comfortable silence ensued from the kiss, the air was filled with light breaths, happy sounds, and shy glances.

  “You know I love you, right?” He asked a few minutes later, his back laying against the arm of the couch and you on top of him again, a similar scene to earlier.

  You nodded against his chest, a joyous grin breaking out on your red face. “Yeah. Not as much as I love you, though.”

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♡⠀𖧧 ⠀ 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖾 𓂃 🩰

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹟ 𝗒𝗎𝟦𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗂 : 𝗅𝗏𝗋⠀ ⌇ ⠀ ⊹˚°

the two of you sat, wrapped in a blanket, just outside the entrance to the tent. recently, you’d both been so busy with school that you’d barely had time to see one another. so you stayed awake all night in each other’s company, not wanting to miss a single second.

chenle’s arm tightened around you, pulling you closer. you looked up at him as he looked up at the stars. “shooting star,” he gasped, you hadn’t seen it but you didn’t mind, since you’d seen the look of wonder on his face as he did (which to you was far more magical)

“did you wish for anything?” you murmured.

“just that you’ll be happy,” he whispered his response.

“i am happy,” you answered, tugging the blanket closer around you and cuddling into his side.