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chenle sputtered, and his jaw dropped.

park jisung?

lovesick?

for me?

huh?

what can this possibly mean?

he hit himself on the head to try and process everything, but jisung's hand brought his away from doing so.

"don't hit yourself." jisung said, patting chenle on the head.

"..you said that you were lovesick for me? w-what do you mean?" chenle asked nervously. his voice trembled a little.

"do you really need me to explain it?"

"yes please."

jisung took a deep breath.

he slowly exhaled and made eye contact with the older.

he took chenle's hands in his own and smiled at him sheepishly. he kissed both of them gently.

"i am the luckiest guy in the world to have you as my best friend, but,

i would be even luckier

to have you, zhong chenle,

as my boyfriend."

chenle sputtered.

jisung continued.

"so will you help cure my lovesickness?"

he bit his lip nervously.

"..are you for real, ji?"

"i'm absolutely, 100% for real."


the chinese boy thought about it.

but.. he's my best friend.

nothing more, nothing less.



"jisung."

"yes, chenle?"














"i..
































i can't cure you."











:')

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