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Jisung enjoys chasing Chenle around. Whether it's around his apartment at three in the morning, down the roads of their town where Chenle is being attacked by their plastic bag full of snacks because of his rapid speed. He enjoys the feeling of losing his breath to Chenle. Sometimes Jisung enjoys it the other way around, where Chenle complaints are heard and seen from Jisung who is only several feet away because the chasee hates to be the chaser. There is something about following Chenle at full speed or slow jogs no matter the time of the day as it is fulfilling to his heart.
Which is why he is chasing Chenle down a familiar road that sleeps at this hour. Chenle speeds off with their goodies from the convenient store that he begged Jisung to accompany him to. Prior to leaving their apartment, he knew this would happen. Chenle would give him a certain look, a tiny evil smirk that signaled Jisung’s boyfriend knowledge that he was about to zoom off. Because Chenle tends to play dirty, the younger of the two believed that his boyfriend would give him a countdown before dashing off. Ultimately, he was wrong. Jisung knew he should have retaliated against the numbers and ran once Chenle said “one”. Now, he’s left behind as he took a bit of time to process that Chenle was running off without him.
“You can’t eat the ice cream, I won.” Chenle lets out a huff, their bag of snacks hits his knee as he bends over to catch his breath. “You need to get faster Sungie, you’re getting slower.” The older of the two, teases Jisung, who has finally caught up. Jisung naturally ignores his words and tugs on the plastic bag that chokes Chenle’s wrist as he watches the boy’s skin become irritated. “I got it, I’m the winner. I get to eat the ice cream.” As Chenle attempts to tug away, not understanding.
“I’m the loser.” Jisung says, deep breaths coming from him as he attempts to stabilize his breathing. “Therefore, I should hold it the rest of the way home so my winner can savor his victory.”
Chenle smiles, allowing the plastic bag from his wrist to fall as Jisung catches it. “You’re so sweet, my little loser has been satisfied with chasing lately. It’s getting boring.”
“I like following after you, it’s an excuse to say that you took my breath away and my reward is getting to be with you again.” Jisung is nonchalant with his words which makes Chenle cover his mouth. It is not long until Jisung feels his hand be accompanied by Chenle’s. Their palms kiss and Jisung feels the grip of Chenle move to get comfortable in its rightful spot. “But, I feel like I’m conditioned to run in this relationship. Like, there’s no escaping it. I’m running every single day.”
Chenle laughs, “I know. It’s funny, but you can thank me for your great stamina! I’m basically giving you free exercise. Remember when I made you run with my backpack to the bus stop? We were running late and I got there immediately, you on the other hand? You wouldn’t have made it if I didn’t persuade the driver to give us an extra minute.”
“Maybe because I was holding two heavy ass bags you idiot.”
“But, I knew you wouldn’t have made it without the bags. Therefore, I was training you to be even faster if you were ever going to nearly miss the bus again! I mean, besides the extra time. We won’t count that.” Chenle watches as his boyfriend rolls his eyes at him. He leans into him, grabbing his forearm and snuggling his face into the crevasse between the side of Jisung’s chest and arm. “You can’t be mad at me if you admit you like running after me.”
Jisung turns his head to look down at Chenle where he is greeted by the smile of his lover. Both of their cheeks are rosy and they look away at the same time due to the nervousness that rises within them. They’re been dating for a bit, but regardless of the time spent between them. A gentle look makes them both go crazy. “I do like running after you.” Jisung starts, “It’s because I know you’ll always be there at the finish line.”
Chenle purses his lips, standing up straight on his tippy toes to try and align himself with Jisung. He cups the boy’s cheeks, squishing them until his lips purse involuntarily. The older of the two gives him a short, yet sweet peck that Jisung leans into. “My sweet Sungie, you always know how to make me feel so loved.”
“I know, it was because I spent years chasing after you. Literally , I was crushing on you for a year and you still couldn’t read the signs.”
“Literature is my worst subject, you should know that by now.” Chenle teases, which results in a groan from Jisung. “But, Sungie…I have to tell you something.” The sudden shift in his tone reels all of Jisung’s attention onto him. “Well…” Chenle gently lets go of Jisung’s grip. “...you get to know if you win!” And there, Jisung is left with slightly melted ice cream and duty to transport a crap ton of snacks back home without ripping the plastic. All he can do is take a deep breath in before exhaling out. Chenle is looking over his shoulder, slowing down his speed to send a taunting tongue at Jisung.
Although moments like these poke at Jisung’s buttons, he can’t help but admire the smile that resulted from Chenle’s playful manner. Jisung can’t ever be mad at him for wanting to continue their unique love language. So, he holds their goodies securely with two hands as he leans down to get in position. His left leg becomes straight and is behind his right - which is now bent. Chenle’s footsteps are still going and if he wants to catch up to win the secret, he has to be a bit faster than usual.
“Sungie, come on!”
Jisung doesn’t have to think twice to begin running to Chenle. Because, as he speeds off to catch up to his lover. He has never thought once about stopping whenever he begins an adventure to his destination of love that is named Zhong Chenle. If it is not him who awaits, Jisung does not dare to place the same efforts of huffs and puffs into his speed.