《cherry kisses | chensung》t r a c k 1 6
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"DREAMIES UNITE! AAAHHHH!"
"If you don't shut the fuCK up Chenle, I won't hesitate to shove chopsticks up your ass." Renjun pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering exactly why he agreed to come hang out with them.
Oh right. Free food. That's why.
And also Jaemin and Jeno, but that's about it.
"You can't blame me for being excited! When was the last time that all seven of us hung out as one? Right, a bajillion years ago, so let's get it!"
The others shared knowing glances, Chenle was definitely right. When was the last time all seven of them hung out with each other? Ever since midterms started to roll around, everyone was too busy to actually meet up. Sure, there were separate meet ups, but never all seven of them.
"So, anyone has any idea on what we should do?" Chenle piped up, staring at the remaining six boys expectantly.
"You literally invited us all to your house, and you don't even know what we're going to do? Oh my god." Donghyuck let out an aspirated sigh, face palming while he was at it.
"I'm just kidding! Jeez..." Chenle pouted, "Anyways, remember when we all promised to try busking that one time? Well, I kind of got the dance teacher to lend us the practice room for today, and I was planning we learn a little something for fun."
The other's stared at the second youngest, trying to recall to that time. It was quite a while ago and they were sleeping over at Jaemin's. They had that deep group talk into the early morning hours and they were listing things they all wanted to check off their bucket list.
One thing they all agreed on was busking. While some of them were more passionate in other categories like singing or rapping, dancing somehow tied it all together. It was nice to move to the rhythm of a song once in a while.
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"What choreo are we learning exactly?" Jaemin asked.
"I kind of wanted to use a song Mark-hyung wrote."
"My song?" Mark asked, pointing at himself whilst raising a brow.
Chenle just nodded his head, "I heard it when I was passing by the recording studio in the music hall. It sounded really cool, and I wanted to see some choreo incorporated into it."
"'We Go Up'?" Jeno asked, recalling Mark asking him if he could rap some verses for him.
"Is that what it's called?"
The eldest male nodded, confirming Chenle's question.
"Then yes, 'We Go Up'."
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The sounds of sneakers squeaking and thumping against the polished wooden floors, were emitting from the practice room. The song was played loudly, covering most of the panting and squeaks, but all in all, everyone was having fun.
They had created the whole routine quite fast, mostly due to Jaemin and Jisung. Now, they were just practicing the routine over and over again.
"Okay! Break!" Yelled Mark after the song ended.
Everyone practically collapsed onto the floor, tired from all the practicing. Mark walked over to the corner of the room and got out water bottle from his bag, passing that all around.
"Thanks, hyung." Jisung muttered, taking the wattle bottle into his hands.
The youngest threw his head back as he chugged the clear liquid, some of it dripping down his chin. Not too far from him sat Chenle. The boy was just about to drink his water too, but he got distracted by none other than the maknae himself.
He unconsciously gulped at the sight. He had to admit, Jisung was utterly hot. With strands of fair sticking to his face due to the sweat, then the water dripping down from his chin onto his t-shirt.
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Fuck, Chenle was whipped.
"Stop staring, he'll notice dummy." Renjun whispered, nudging the younger out of his trance. Chenle looked over to Renjun, who had a shit eating grin on his face, "You're so fucking whipped, I swear."
"Shut up." Chenle whispered back, pushing Renjun away from him.
The elder just laughed it off, not noticing the two pair of jealous eyes digging into his back. Speaking of jealousy, Jisung too, looked at them with the same emotion.
Why were Renjun and Chenle so touchy feely with each other? He thought he was the only one that Chenle was touchy feely with. Guess he was wrong.
"Bitch I swear to god, I'm not that whipped I swear!" Chenle yelled in his native tongue.
"Did you just call me a bitch, bitch? And what do you mean, you are so whipped. You looked at him like he was freaking food!" Renjun argued back.
All the others just stared at the two, spitting fire in Chinese. It was sure the sight indeed, but only three didn't seem as amused as Donghyuck and Mark.
"Can't I just admire a piece of artwork in peace, Renjun? Is that too much to ask for?"
"A piece of artwork huh?" The elder sent him a sly smirk, making Chenle realize what he said.
The boy blushed and covered his face with his hands, too embarrassed to show his face. He then rocked back onto the floor and curled up into a ball of embarrassment.
Jisung was the first to approach the male, nudging him slightly. Chenle peaked out from his fingers, but them immediately went back to hiding his face once he realized that it was Jisung.
Mark nudged Donghyuck then whispered something into his ear, "We should leave them alone. Let's tell the others that operation Chensung is underway."
Donghyuck pulled away and nodded, giving the elder a small salute. The elder male smiled at the cute gesture and watch him go discreetly tell the others. After the brunette gave Mark a thumbs up from the other side of the room, he began the plan.
"Jisung, can you stay with Chenle for now? Me and the others realized Mr. Seo needed us to set up some equipment for the club photos for today." Mark said, making the lie technically partially true.
Jisung looked up at the elder and gave him and 'ok' sign, then directed his attention back onto the flushed male still hiding behind his hands.
Mark and the others filed out of the room and closed the door behind them. The walked a bit down the hall, far away enough so the Jisung wouldn't hear them. Once they were a safe distance away, they all gave each other knowing looks.
"I can't wait for them to finally get together. I've been waiting since 2000." Donghyuck stated, leaning against a locker, the cold metal cooling down his sweltering skin.
"But they weren't even born then?" Jeno said, in a questioning tone.
"It's called 'Hyuck Knowledge'. It's only available to males born on June 6th, 2000 by the name of Lee Donghyuck. One of the abilities it gives you is to see the future."
"I don't know why I try with you anymore."
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yikes, i didn't publish
with a note the first time
oof, so yeah
how y'all's day been?
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