“Hyyuung lets buy some ice cream”, says Jisung after a very satisfying dance session at their local gym. Chenle isn’t listening too focused on the sweat dripping from his best friends’ forehead. Dripping down his temple, then his chin to his very defined collar bone. His freshly bleached hair made Jisung look even tanner than usual. making him look a couple years older and hotter than he actually was. Chenle couldn’t relate.

His golden skin glistened from both the rooms lightning, and his sweat soaked state. His very tight, white almost transparent tank top clinging to his body for dear life and Chenle had to swallow his spit and remind himself to stop staring at his best friend´s suddenly too defined chest because omG why is he getting more ripped by the day? 

-“Hyung are you listening?”

-“H..huh” he hates himself for stuttering because when did he Zhong Chenle ever stutter? He was the confident one, the hyung. 

-“Yeah sorry what were you saying?”

-“Ice cream, hyung. Buy me ice cream”

It had become their tradition. Buying ice cream after Jisung´s dance practice, every Thursday, which Chenle always attended even if, he himself never participated. He had told Jisung he really just enjoyed watching him dance since dancing was literally the only thing the younger took seriously. Which wasn’t a complete lie and motivated Chenle in turns, to give his best during his own piano practice on Mon