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LANGUISH. to grow week and feeble
.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。
JISUNG'S HAND WAS ITCHING to reach for the doorknob, have a heart-to-heart talk with Chenle, ask for forgiveness, and make everything all right—but, at the same time,
he just felt like giving up.
He stood there, unable to move, with countless thoughts gushing into his system like a massive tsunami, making him even more anxious than he already is.
What if Chenle won't believe him?
What if Chenle won't accept his apology?
Or worse,
What if Chenle doesn't love him anymore?
Among the numerous problems he's having right now, the thought of losing Chenle has struck him everytime.
You can say everything's all pathetic.
Loving someone you've barely known for two months?
Jisung seems crazy. And well, he is.
He's crazy.
Crazy for a particular dolphin head with a beautiful smile and a beautiful laugh.
And he's here to prove.
To prove his love for Chenle.
After having that bit of persistence in him a moment ago had him think otherwise as he draws closer, and Chenle's soft whimpers and cries were even more audible.
But no, that's not stopping him now.
Jisung takes a deep breath, inhaling the cold air sharply as his heart rate increases to the fastest it has ever been since forever. His body was practically shuddering, with his chest heaving up and down rapidly and his hand slowly reaching in for the doorknob. Including the fact that his hand was shaking violently amidst the handle that was being harrassed by it.
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And in one swift motion, Jisung twists the doorknob, creating a clicking sound echoing through the confines of the area.
And as much as he wants to cry his heart out right now, Chenle chose to keep silent.
And quite evidently, Jisung noticed his actions, how the older suddenly stopped crying.
The creaking hinge screamed loudly inside the room, running through their eardrums like a mile-long marathon.
Hearing his footsteps from behind him only threatened chills down his spine.
Jisung took light steps, trying to create the least sound as possible. He shut the door behind him, creating more clicks and creaks here and there.
Slowly, he creeps behind Chenle, who's curled up on the bed beneath the pillows and blankets.
Each step seemed extravagantly slow. It was like everything was in slow-motion, and even if he tries his best to move quickly he just can't.
Alas, after excruciatingly long moments, Jisung was now at the bedside.
Even now you'd think, after all the gallons of rainwater that soaked his body, all the trees he'd had to climb, and all the muscles he'd had to exercise, he's standing over here, still contemplating whether or not he'd talk to Chenle, or just escape the room and jump off a cliff or something like that.
Jisung was beyond nervous.
But despite that uneasy feeling growing in the pit of his stomach, he still managed to drag his body to sit on the edge of the bed. His heart was pounding madly in his chest, like he beat it up or something, and he could feel his insides all tingly.
Reluctantly, he reached over and set his hand on Chenle's back. The older visibly tensed over his touch, and Jisung felt like retracting his hand because of how the latter was reacting to his touch.
Jisung wanted to just escape, but no.
Despite being the chicken he is, he didn't go here to such extents just to chicken out.
He started to trace slow circles on his back, and he could see Chenle slowly softening, his back slumping back on the covers, and the younger could feel a small smile creep on his lips.
"C-Chenle?", Jisung croaked out helplessly, almost in a sad whisper.
No response.
"Chenle, I-I just want to say..." the younger started, feeling Chenle grow tense again at what he just said.
