"do you come here often?" chenle asked, sitting down on a nearby bench and gesturing for chenle to do the same. "to the park, i mean."

"no." jisung replied with a short laugh. "i don't go outside too much. mostly because i just don't want to, and my parents wouldn't let me anyway." he took a swig of his water.

chenle pouted. "i don't know why you don't get outside more. go outside! like, sneak out or something, i dunno." he leaned back, admiring the night sky. "my god, we've been here awhile..."

jisung gazed at chenle, admired the way the stars reflected onto his pretty eyes. he shook his head. fuck no. he has a girlfr--he likes someone. stop it. chenle stared at him with a puzzled expression. jisung brushed it off with a giggle.

"nothin'. just thinking." he smiled, though struggling to maintain it. this is why i don't go outside, chenle. so that i can avoid boys like you. he was already too far in to pull himself out. "so, uh, what're you doing after this?"

chenle tilted his head, thinking. "hm, well i'll go home, then do homework, dinner, and...bed i guess." his eyes glittered, stars caught in them.

"hey! how about we exchange numbers!" jisung exclaimed.

chenle's heart sank after he processed the words. "you can just leave this kid at the park after talking to him for awhile. don't give him your number."  he could still feel ningning's hot breath on his skin.

chenle is shocked by how quickly he opened up to jisung. now, the boy had his contact displayed on his phone screen, showcasing a bright smile. fuck it. it's just a phone number.

"uhm, shoot, i forgot my phone isn't working. how about i write your number down instead?" as he lied, a pit of guilt settled in his stomach.

"okay!" jisung watched chenle whip out a notepad. "it's X-XXXX-XXXX." chenle repeated the numbers to himself.

"alright! got it. i guess...this is where we say goodbye then? for now, obviously." he held out his hand for jisung to shake, though the brunette boy pulled him into a small hug.

chenle gasped, and at that moment, a flash of familiarity sparked in him, though he buried it down. he eased out of jisung's hold, waving to him. jisung returned it.

"bye, chenle!"

"bye...jisung."

-

as chenle closed his eyes on the bus ride home, he couldn't shake off that odd feeling he felt with chenle. he smiled to himself. park jisung, you weirdo.

thank god he had someone waiting for him at home.