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"hey, jisung."
jisung, whose eyes were still transfixed on the galaxies above them, let out a soft hum, as if to say 'go on'.
the star-speckled night sky was breathtaking, and chenle thought the boy lying next to him was breathtaking too. perhaps chenle even thought that he was more breathtaking. chenle was such a sap, he knew, but it wasn't like he could do much about it.
when jisung figured chenle wasn't going to say anything, he said with a shy smile, "please don't tell me you were going to say something about our hopes and dreams or something."
or something.
"i wasn't going to," chenle said instead.
"don't lie to me; you were definitely going to talk all cliché for, like, ten whole minutes," jisung said. chenle should've learned by now that jisung saw through his everything; the boy knew everything about him, with the things he didn't know so few he was probably able to count them on just his two hands, and always closely noted every small detail so he could predict chenle's next move.
"if you really want me to, i'll spout out all the clichés i can think of off the top of my head."
the two boys let out soft laughter, however chenle thought it was more like soft breathing on each other's necks with how close the two were snuggled together. it had been jisung who had insisted on being in such close proximity, simply because his side wouldn't seep in as much cold with chenle as a shield. it turned out to be mutually beneficial.
it wasn't before long they had nothing left to laugh at and the short moment was over. chenle sighed—he had told himself that tonight he'd stop running away from his feelings and finally confess. and without even thinking chenle said aloud what he should've kept to himself: "i'm worried." he couldn't help that it was second nature to speak his mind around jisung.
"about what? finals?" well, of course he was stressed about finals, but he wouldn't describe it as being worried exactly.
"not about finals," chenle replied, and his heart was hammering so hard against his ribcage to the point he was afraid jisung could feel or hear it. i'm worried that the feelings i'm about to pour out won't be accepted.
"then what?" jisung asked, the expectant look he gave chenle making him want to reconsider everything.
jisung was his best friend, and the two were practically glued to the hip as everyone always said (quite literally, they were now). what if jisung didn't accept his feelings? what would chenle do if jisung suddenly wasn't there anymore?
"never mind," jisung said, noticing his chenle's unease.
jisung sat up to stretch his arms that had gone numb from being used as his makeshift headrest for the past half hour, resulting in chenle mirroring his actions even though he had no reason to do so, since he had used his balled up jacket as a pillow instead.
"it's okay if you don't want to talk about it right now," jisung said, hugging his knees and focusing his eyes on the moon and stars once again. and chenle was looking at how ethereal jisung was again.
chenle was extremely grateful to hear those words come out of jisung's mouth. he still had time, he reminded himself.
and then jisung was latching onto chenle's slightly clammy hand, though it seemed he was too distracted to care; his eyes were still trained on the sky and not even sparing chenle a glance.
"chenle, look," he said, his voice sounding in awe, his eyes widened in astonishment, milky blue light reflecting in them and bouncing on his skin. and so chenle pried his gaze away from etherealness himself.
what he saw was a comet. it was the comet they had gone out here to see. he understood why jisung was so mesmerized. because it was mesmerizing. its tail was still growing longer, streaks of icy blue and glowing violet being painted gently across the sky in the comet's wake, and it was definitely eye catching.
"wow," jisung said, now unconsciously squeezing chenle's hand. "it's beautiful."
chenle squeezed back, ducking his head and going back to looking at jisung. and he gulped.
"yeah, beautiful," he croaked, his voice nearly cracking with how his heart caught in his throat and refused to go down.
chenle was talking about jisung.