Ꭱꭼꮇꭼꭰꭹ [Ꮇꮖɴꮯꮋꭺɴ]

✧ Ꮮꮻꮩꭼꮪꮖꮯꮶ ✧

Chan's eyebrows narrowed, "don't start. I don't wanna do this again with you." His shoulder dropped, a defeated sigh coming from him. Chan ran a hand down his face, attempting to just walk by the other but of course was pulled back.

"I'm not starting anything. I just want you to think about if Minho is really the one for you."

Chan didn't answer, deciding not to feed into whatever Changbin was trying to start up. He didn't need this right now, he was in a good place in his life and didn't feel like having that go spiraling downwards.

"Don't you think you're moving a little fast?"

"We're moving just fine."

Changbin's eyes followed up the length of Chan's arms. "I just don't think Minho's good for you."

Chan stared blankly at the hallway wall, getting his thoughts together before he said something that he might forget once again.

"And what is?...what's good for me then since you know so much." He ripped his arm from the male's grip, glare heavily set on him.

"I don't know." Me.

Changbin listened to whatever bullshit was coming from Chan's mouth before he just couldn't take it anymore. 

"Exactly, so mind your fucking buisness about what I-"

"You know what? Fuck you Chan."

Changbin had reached his breaking point. He reached forward, gripping Chan by the collar and pulling him in for a harsh kiss.

He didn't know what he was thinking and it wasn't at all what he was expecting. Chan's face was scrunched, lips frozen against his. His entire body tensed as soon as they touched.

Chan couldn't move, his body not catching up with his brain that was screaming at him to get away. Eventually, the feeling came back in Chan's arms, he pushed the younger back - moving as far back as he could, his back hitting the opposite wall.

When he looked at Changbin he just seemed...he looked desperate. His eyes were teary and his lips were red.

"What the fuck, Changbin?!"

Changbin looked down at his hands, staring down at them in surprise. Surprised that he even let his demons take over and do the unthinkable.

How could he do that? Why did he do that?

"You're with Felix and I- I...and i'm-" Chan was out of it, he felt like he was going to pass out. This was all so overwhelming, he couldn't take this right now.

"You're what, Chan?" 

Changbin scoffed, quickly getting over that moment of self doubt. "That fucked up relationship that you think you have with-"

"Shut the fuck up! What do you have against him? Just tell me, I don't understand." Chan sounded hopeless, impossibly miserable with what the hell was going on. 

At first Chan was angry but now it just hurt too much to process his feelings that he went numb. Of all people he didn't think he'd have to go through this with Changbin.

"Explain it to me. What has he done to you?"

Changbin shook his head, mind absolutely blank. He couldn't think of an answer, not even off the top of his head.

"See... you can't even find something petty to say."

Did Chan want to cry? no, he didn't cry, but he fucking felt like it.

"What the fuck did you think would happen here, anyway?"

Chan walked closer to the younger, an incredulous look on his face. "I'd say 'Oh Changbin! I love you so much..let's run away together!?" Chan said it in a sickly sweet tone, imitating a sickly in love person as he waved his hands around in mock gestures.

He turned to the male, shaking his head in disappointment. "It doesn't fucking work like that Changbin..."

What were you supposed to do in this situation? Move on? Act like it never happened?

When Chan looked at the younger, he didn't see his best friend. He didn't know what Changbin was anymore but it wasn't his best friend.

His best friend wouldn't have been this...selfish. 

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YES I ENDED IT EARLY - YES I'M LEAVING THIS ON A CLIFFHANGER KSKKS

SORRY NOT SORRY [I love you 💛] 

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