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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.
