Ꭱꭼꮇꭼꭰꭹ [Ꮇꮖɴꮯꮋꭺɴ]

✧ Ꮮꮻꮩꭼ Ꮲꮻꭲꮖꮻɴ ✧

Just as he was finally about to grab one, Minho took hold of his wrist and pulled him out of the kitchen. He whined in annoyance only for Minho to shush him and whisper, "They'll be there later, I need you right now."

Changbin's eyes followed over Chan's retreating form, eyebrows creased as he got farther and farther up the stairs until he was gone. The slam of a door had him flinching back, giggles being heard that for some reason made him extremely upset.

"Binnie?"

"Hm?"

Changbin lifted his head to see Felix staring down at him with a concerned look. The male moved closer, using a hand to caress his cheek. "You okay? You spaced out there for a minute."

His eyes lost focus, dropping down to stare at the table. He ran his tongue over his top lip, sighing heavily before looking back at Felix. "Yeah, yeah I'm alright babe." Changbin stood from his seat, holding Felix around the waist and placing his chin on the male's shoulder.

Changbin felt glum all of a sudden and he wasn't sure why. Maybe there wasn't an explanation for his sudden mood shift but it was still pretty drastic.

"Are you sure you're okay, bub?" Felix pulled him closer, nuzzling his face against the male's neck.

He was sweet, always so caring and loving - Changbin couldn't ask for anything better but there was just something...something that he needed that Felix wasn't giving to him. And he couldn't express it because he himself didn't even know what it was.

"I think so."

·゜-: ✧ :- ❃ -: ✧ :-゜·

"Fuck- snowflake. Not so loud."

They both were all over each other, everything a bit messy since they weren't in the right state of mind.

Chan kissed him roughly, their teeth clashing and tongue's sliding against each other sloppily but Minho didn't mind. Of course he didn't, he'd take whatever Chan would give him.

"Look at you - a mess." 

The older held Minho's hips firmly, throwing one of his legs over his shoulder. "You love when I fuck you, yeah?" He traced a hand over the marks on Minho's neck, coming to hold it not a second later.

That fucking accent of his. Another thing added to the list of stuff Minho just couldn't get over of Chan. If he could have the man talk all day he would.

"Mhm ! Love it- I love you."

Chan paused abruptly, his body going rigid as he sat up properly. "...What?" He pulled his arm back, sliding Minho's leg off from his back. "What did you- what did you say?"

Minho laid on his back with his mouth open slightly in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he said either. "Uh- I um." He sat up, noticing the way Chan had scooted back - disconnecting all of their contact. He just talked without thinking, it wasn't his fault. 

Anxiety washed over Minho from the whole situation.

Chan had a complete blank face so that wasn't helping the situation either. He grabbed a random shirt from the floor, throwing it on to try and get some kind of comfort in the tense atmosphere. It was Chan's shirt but his smell gave him some kind of soothing feeling.

"I didn't-"

Chan grabbed his sweatpants and pulled them on, then sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from the other still - eyes downcasted. "Did you mean that?" His voice was clear and void of any emotion, a huge change to his usual one. 

"What you said...did you mean it?"

Minho pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself. He could be honest and tell Chan the truth but at what cost? It could ruin what they had going on.

However, if he lied right now, he'd only be hurting himself in the long run.

Might as well be honest he figured, get it off his chest so it didn't weigh him down at night. "...I might've?" 

It got quiet after that, Chan not speaking because he was trying to get his thoughts together and Minho not speaking because he didn't have anything left to say.

"Get out."

Minho's face scrunched, sitting up in surprise. "What? But Chan I-" He placed a hand on the older's shoulder only to be roughly brushed off. He knew he should have just kept it to himself! He had everything to lose and nothing to gain in this situation.

"No! Don't...don't touch me." Chan turned his head, getting his first look of Minho since he said those three words.

The younger's lips were downturned, eyes slightly red and ready to shed tears. Chan had to look away since the sight was too heart wrenching for him to deal with as of now.

"Just leave. Now."

And Minho couldn't argue.

He grabbed his things, putting on his clothes quickly before rushing downstairs. He could barely see as he walked due to the tears starting to cover his vision.

He pushed past Felix who was immediately alarmed because of the sniffling. Minho was always an extremely strong minded person so to see him crying was a shocker.

"What? - Minho!" Felix's head whipped in his direction, watching Minho rip the front door open before running out into the pouring rain.

"He's going to get sick! Ugh-" Felix quickly pressed a kiss to Changbin's lips before jogging after his best friend. "I'll text you later, Binbin!"

Once the door closed behind him, Changbin was quick to spin around and walk to Chan's room. He had to check if he was okay.

If Minho was a complete wreck then what did Chan look like ?

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Sorry? I know I said smexy time but instead - AngSt ! 

BUT LONGER CHAPTER !

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