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chaerskz · 5 years

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Late Nights - Chensung/Renmin - Part 1

Summary: Chenle has a huge crush on Jisung, and Renjun helps him deal with it.

A/N: I wrote over half of this and then my tumblr glitched and I lost all of it I am so frustrated you don’t understand so sorry if the first half of this doesn’t seem well written.

(Alternative title: My Mom Bought Ice Cream And I Had To Restart This Fic)

It was gonna be hard, Chenle knew that. But he also knew how bored he was without a crush, so he let himself indulge in his feelings for Jisung.

It was easy at first. He would wake up to Jisung’s sleepy face across from him and his stomach would flutter, or their hands would brush while walking and his cheeks would flush red. But it got more intense as time went on. Blushing and butterflies turned into heartache from pining and his stomach would turn in knots of jealousy and rage every time Jaemin flirted with Jisung. Slowly, his stomach full of butterflies turned into a strong, painful yearning for the younger boy, which had him bent over the toilet in the middle of the night once a week, certain he was going to vomit.

Chenle made a promise to himself that he would never show Jisung that he was hurting. If he ever wanted to have a chance with him, he couldn’t know how difficult Chenle actually was. So, every day, Jisung woke up to his giggly, smiley best friend with more love for life than he thought possible.

Little did he know that Chenle would lie awake in their room every night staring at the patterns on the ceiling that had grown to remind him of his memories with Jisung. Like how once, during one of the breaks of their harder dance practises, Chenle pushed Jisung sweaty blonde hair back over his scalp.

“You look like Draco Malfoy after running a marathon” Chenle laughed, attracting the attention of Haechan, who joined in.

Chenle would never forget the way Jisung had giggled as he admired at his greasy new hairstyle in the mirror, and how he lightly shoved Chenle before he shook his head trying to get rid of it.

Of course, as much as he loved the way things were, he craved more. He dreamt of the perfect day when he would wake up next to Jisung and kiss his nose before untangling their legs and heading to the kitchen. He would backhug Jisung while he was frying eggs for lunch in the afternoon. In the evening they would dance together to their favourite playlists, and as they got sleepier, the songs would get slower until they slowly made their way back to their room, retiring to their bed and cuddling and whispering to each other until they fell asleep.

Chenle smiled to himself as he used a tissue to wipe the salty tears that were trickling down quickly past his lips. He was a mess, but Jisung didn’t need to know that, which is why he was sat against the bath in the middle of the night with a pain in his chest and surrounded by tissues saturated with his tears. He had never really pinned himself as a crybaby, but it was the only way he knew how to deal with his emotions. Keep them to himself all day and let them come out in helpless chokes and sobs during the night.

These sobs were quickly silenced when he heard a soft knocking on the bathroom door. It had been 1am when he left his room, so he hadn’t expected anyone to be up and didn’t bother locking the door, which he cursed himself for when Renjun quietly let himself in and sat down on the floor beside his snivelling friend.

Chenle continued crying as Renjun put his arms around him, surrounding him in the warmth of support from another person. A damp patch began growing on Renjun’s tshirt from Chenle’s tears but he didn’t seem to mind, and only hugged the young tighter.

Chenle kept his head down as his sobs decreased to small snivells every now and then.

Renjun pulled back a bit, settling on leaving one hand rubbing up and down Chenle’s back.

“I’m sorry,” Chenle choked out with a hoarse voice “I shouldn’t be crying, this is stupid”

If Renjun’s heart hadn’t already broke from the sight of seeing Chenle, such a happy and positive person, secretly breaking, then this definitely did.

“No,” Renjun said softly “Whatever could make you cry like this is the opposite of stupid”

Chenle appreciated that Renjun didn’t have him explain immediately, but he knew he would have to now.

Almost as if reading his mind, Renjun continued “You don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to, or if you can’t, but I think it would be good for you if you did”

Chenle sighed in relief and leant into Renjun, who gripped his shoulder in reassurance.

“I think,” Chenle began before wiping his runny nose on the tissue he had been gripping tightly in his hand. “I think I need to talk about it”

Renjun just nodded, handed him a fresh tissue and waited for him to continue.

Chenle stared at his lap, fidgeting with the tissue before taking Renjun’s hand from his shoulder and moving it back to Renjun’s side.

“I’m gay” Chenle blurted out, burying his face in the tissue.

Renjun realised the situation and put his arm back around his friend. He didn’t know why he was surprised when it was so obvious which way Chenle swung.

“I’m not disgusted by you, if that’s what you’re thinking” Renjun said in response to the jerk of surprise that came from Chenle the moment his hand made contact with his shoulder.

Chenle took a deep breath, and Renjun understood that wasn’t finished.

“I have a crush on Jisung, and it’s getting out of control. I can’t stop thinking about him and it gets in my way because I can’t focus while studying and I can’t focus in dance practise. I can’t even think straight, literally” Chenle cried as he bent over, putting his face in his hands and letting painful sobs shake through his fragile body.

Renjun pulled Chenle in for another hug, unsure what to do or say, but this wasn’t about him, so he let Chenle cry it out again, and tried his best to think of any advice he could give.

“How long?” Renjun asked.

“Months,” Chenle sniffled “It happened so quick”

He didn’t know how Chenle could do it. Keeping such a big thing to himself for so long, and it affecting him this badly, yet he still smiled and laughed every day, as if nothing was happening.

The two stayed hugging in silence for another while, before Chenle pulled back.

“I’m never telling him” he sighed, stretching back.

“Don’t you think it might at least be a relief to you? If everything is out of the open?” Renjun offered “He might even like you back”

Chenle considered it, but shook his head “I don’t think he does. The positivity isn’t all fake you know, I did have high hopes for where this crush might go, at one point,” Chenle took another tissue and wiped his nose again. “But I know now, he doesn’t. The things he says and the way he says them, he wouldn’t say it to someone he likes. I’ve known him for long enough to be able to say that, but it hurts so much to admit”

Renjun sighed, defeated. Chenle had it figured out. There was nothing he could do to help except offer support.

“Promise me you’ll call me if you ever feel like this again,” he said “I don’t want you like this on your own, it’s not good for you”

“I will, I promise” Chenle responded, holding onto Renjun as the tears dripped silently down his face.

It had only been just over a week since Renjun had comforted Chenle in the bathroom, and since then Renjun had noticed the falseness of all Chenle’s actions. He was actually quite ashamed how he hadn’t noticed before, because as one of the older members, it was his job to make sure the younger ones were okay, and he hadn’t been doing that. Especially because he and Chenle had a special bond, as they had been able to easily communicate without a language barrier when they first met.

It was one of the nights during the week that Renjun was awake in his room listening to music with Jaemin. They didn’t have anything scheduled for the next day so they tried to make the most of their free time while they had it, which is why they were both lying on Jaemin’s bed lazily making out when Renjun heard his phone buzz.

“Sorry,” he mumbled against Jaemin’s lips before sleepily pushing himself off the bed and over to his phone.

Jaemin rolled onto his back, stretching his hands upwards and staring at the ceiling.

“I think I like Jisung,” he said, and Renjun’s stomach dropped.

“Really” he replied, trying not to seem to interested as he scrolled through twitter before checking his messages.

“Yeah, so if I get my man, I’m afraid we’re gonna have to stop these little sessions we’ve been having” Jaemin teased.

Renjun, still looking at his phone scoffed and muttered “Yeah I’m gonna miss them so much,” he laughed breathily, while clicking into his messenger app to check the text. It was from Chenle.

From: Chenle / To: Renjun

Can you meet me in the bathroom please as soon as you can

Sent: 00:47

Immediately, Renjun was concerned, but he didn’t want his abruptness to show or Jaemin would become suspicious, so he put his phone in his pocket and sat on his bed.

“Are you seriously gonna ask Jisung out?” He asked the other boy, who was still staring at the ceiling in some sort of trance.

“Probably not, I mean I barely like him. He’s just really pretty, maybe it’s just an appreciation of his looks, and we’ll see where this goes” Jaemin said slowly.

Renjun hummed in response before standing up.

“I’m gonna go take a shit” he announced.

“Thanks for sharing” Jaemin replied, rolling onto his front to turn off the bedside lamp as Renjun left the room.

When Renjun got to the bathroom, he knocked quietly like last time before letting himself in again.

Chenle was leaning against the bath in the same position, with his hands stuffed with tissues and tears rolling freely down his face. He shuffled around a bit so there was room for Renjun next to him.

Upon closer inspection, Chenle seemed to have been crying for a while. The edges of his eyes were red and the bags under his eyes told Renjun that Chenle had not been able to stop thinking and sleep.

Chenle leaned into Renjun, and the two were hugging while Chenle cried again.

“You make it feel better,” Chenle whispered after a while, “Thanks for coming”

“Of course” Renjun replied, rubbing circles into Chenle’s shoulder with his thumb.

Renjun rested his head on Chenle’s, letting the loose strands tickle his nose and cheeks. He was so worried for the younger, he wasn’t sure if Chenle would be able to keep it together, to hide for much longer.

“What are you afraid of?” Renjun asked vaguely, but Chenle understood.

“I don’t want to be rejected, I don’t want to lose my best friend” he sighed, crying harder, and Renjun was sorry he mentioned it, so he hugged him tighter in apology.

The pair stayed in the same position for another while, until Renjun’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked down and Chenle was asleep with tear tracks staining his face. He slowly took out his phone, making sure not to wake Chenle, as he knew it wasn’t easy for him to get sleep.

From: Jaemin / To: Renjun

U ok? U sick or something?

Sent: 01:23

Renjun had forgotten he had told Jaemin he was using the bathroom, and quickly typed a reply so Jaemin didn’t go looking for him.

From: Renjun / To: Jaemin

No. I’m fine, I’m coming back now.

Sent: 01:24

Renjun gathered up Chenle’s tissues and put them into the bin before picking him up and carrying him to his room. The poor thing was so tired, but he still woke up while being carried. Renjun sighed at himself for not being gentle enough with him.

Chenle was still very sleepy, and quietly allowed Renjun to help him change into his pyjamas, because no one wants to sleep in jeans.

He made sure Chenle was comfortable in his bed and that he wasn’t too cold.

“Thank you” Chenle whispered, trying not to wake Jisung.

“Anytime” Renjun smiled into the darkness, the only light being from the hallway and the reflection of it in Chenle’s eyes.

He leaned down and placed a kiss to Chenle’s forehead before tiptoeing to the door and closing it behind him as quietly as he could.

Back in his room, he could see that Jaemin was awake, but he didn’t want to break the silence, so he just got into his bed and tried to steady his breathe, as he had been holding it a lot in an attempt to be quieter.

“You didn’t shit” Jaemin stated.

“I’m not constipated” Renjun replied.

“No shit,” Jaemin said, looking up. “Wait, I’m not trying to-”

Renjun was already giggling quietly. Jaemin always cheered him up, whether he was trying to or not.

“What I’m trying to say is, where did you go for half an hour, I didn’t hear a flush” Jaemin clarified.

Renjun was silent.

“You know you can tell me anything, right? We’ve shared saliva” He continued.

“It’s not about me” Renjun replied flatly.

It was quiet for a moment, and then there was shuffling as Jaemin left his bed and climbed into Renjun’s, holding him close against his chest.

“I’m just so worried” Renjun said, his voice cracking, and Jaemin held him closer.

Part 2

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