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Hello. I posted this one earlier, but it got all messed up and I didn't even know 🤦 I accidentally updated it with the unfinished one. So yeah. Here it is. Enjoy, I guess?

😂 Thanks to You_know_Lee_know for telling me.

Minho had been on the verge of having a mental breakdown this week, especially with what happened two days ago when he saw Chan and that cute, petite girl he was with. Instead of redirecting his focus on the dance team like what he did when the older stopped coming around, his train of thoughts were heavily dead on that confusing and secretive guy he hung out with for a few months. Damnit! I survived 20 years without him. How can I not survive two weeks without that idiot now?

The truth was, after having a stupid self-agreement about throwing away his stupid feelings for that stupid moron who gave him a stupid yet one of a kind kiss and luring his stupid attention, he just realized that one night couldn't just do all the work and delete all those moments he spent with him.

You see, Minho's not the type of person to easily give up on someone. Especially if that someone is Bang Chan. Yes, he's always the one to break off relationships and dump people he dated, but this wasn't the case. He genuinely has a teeny, tiny liking for Chan and he thought that they both have potential to own each other. Which wasn't the situation at the moment. He wanted to forgive the older, even though there's no reason to forgive him since he had no fault.

Minho can get really mad and really upset, but sometimes, he just needs a moment to calm down, to cool off. He never left people who truly cared, like his friends and his family. And maybe that's the reason why it hurts so bad when he thought that Chan would leave him for a girl he doesn't know anything about. It made him think that he was inadequate, not that satisfying to be with.

Maybe the way he's feeling right now led him to reject commitments. He's scared of being abandoned in the end. So that's why he just went for an easy fuck and maybe some things that would last a little bit longer, but he never ended up in a serious relationship right after his first heartbreak when he was 16. Boy, that gave him tantrums. So he promised to never commit again unless he found the right one.

If Chan wasn't Chan, then Minho could care less. But Chan was himself, and if being himself meant comfort and convenience for Minho, then he would take the risk of luring Chan into his attention once again. Chan was everything anyone could dream of having. His perfectly flawed personality made him more perfect in Minho's eyes. He made Minho feel safe and secure, knowing that Chan was skilled and wouldn't let anything bad happen to him. He made him feel so many things at once and maybe this isn't just a simple crush he's dealing with. But it's too early to think that he seriously fell hard for the older.

But everything happened too fast and what he saw made a hole in his ego. Can someone please stop acting sweet and caring and all if you don't like someone? It'll just create a wrong impression. He's not just someone who begs for attention and he thinks that he doesn't deserve to be treated like an option or anything near it.

Minho liking Chan didn't mean that he was absolutely fine with making a fool of himself when in fact, he could be finding a nice guy with no other party right at this moment. So he decided that fine! Have it you're way, Chan. You made me feel like you like me and left me right after I started growing feelings for you. I won't give a single damn with what you do from now on. We're friends still, but all this bullshit I have for you will end here.

"Hello again, Minho." A girl, almost as tall as him, walked over when they stepped inside the backstage. He eyed her dominions standing behind her back, wearing matching clothes and sinister smiles. He heard Felix murmured 'here we go again' and Hyunjin grunting behind his back.

"You talking to me? Do I know you?" Minho said, his lips forming into a smirk when he saw that Erin looked offended and tried really hard to keep her cool.

"Wow. After a year of sulking because we kicked your asses last year, you forgot the one who did that to you? Oh come on, Minho. We all know you know who we are. Stop speaking like an idiot sometimes. It's disturbing." Her flock of witches laughed as if she just said the most savage thing they could hear ever. Clearly they haven't talked to people like Minho or Seungmin in their whole life.

"Can't you see I'm just doing you a favour? If I don't talk like an idiot, how else would we have a conversation?" Minho swore that Erin's legion of bitches gasped together, as if he said the meanest thing on earth. That wasn't anywhere near how he argued with people before.

Erin's face was now turning red, just a little bit of insult could do so much damage to her. Weakling. "You're too full of yourself now, Lee Minho. But guess what? You—" she pointed to him and then to his team who were just within earshot but did their own business, unlike the other team who obviously went to back her up for support, "—and you, would be taking the fall tonight." She flipped her hair, and instantly, her team cheered for her. If Minho didn't know how good she was at dancing, he would've thought that she just craved for attention. A famewhore. But he saw how she danced before, and it was impressive. But her attitude was a zero. And her voice was irritating.

Felix muttered something under his breath again, but this time, it was louder. "I hope you step on Lego, bitch."

"What was that, Felix? You should be thankful your cousin's hot."

Cousin? What cousin?

This made something to Minho's soul and he was literally maintaining a stone-faced appearance, just gritting his teeth. But his fists were tightly closed and Erin noticed it. "Oh. Looks like someone's getting angry. I could use this information. Well, tough luck Minho, you will never be Bang's type. He's too innocent for you." And with that, they left. But Minho caught a glimpse of a long-haired girl looking at him with wide eyes before turning her back and followed Erin. But that's not his concern right now.

He's too innocent for you. Innocent his ass.

How did Erin know that Chan was Felix's cousin? Is he that popular that even people from other schools know him? Oh right. Soccer. Why does Chan have to be so freaking awesome? He's now attracting Minho's enemies, too.

"You're nervous." Jisung came up to them after the others left, leaving him and Felix behind. Minho didn't know who he was talking to, maybe Felix since he's really not feeling it right now. "Don't worry, Lix. We'll beat them this time around." He just said, assuming that the statement was directed to the other Australian.

But Jisung contradicted his assumption. "I'm not talking to him, hyung. And I'm not talking about the dance."

This earned Minho's full attention and he just squinted his eyes at Jisung, slightly confused and slightly annoyed. "What do you mean?"

"You're nervous." Jisung spoke again and Minho noticed that he was carrying several stuffs in his hands, probably Hyunjin's.

"For the last time, Han, I am not nervous or whatsoever—

"You're fidgeting."

"What? So? This has nothing to do with—"

"You're nervous because Chan hyung isn't here yet and I don't know what's going on between you two, but you need to talk because you're giving me chills right now. Stop looking like you're gonna murder me!"

Right then and there, Minho concluded that Jisung and Hyunjin would be bad together, especially if they just agreed one day to make Minho suffer by their loudness and crazy ways of telling something.

But you know what's really bad? Having your friends talk about your feelings like they know so much more than you do. You know what's worse? It's when you're always trying to defend and explain yourself to someone who won't even believe a single thing you say. It's just like that one stupid friend of yours who kept on asking for advice but won't even put it into use. And you know what's worst? Knowing that they were right about you and your stupid, icky feelings.

Minho didn't need to say out loud that he was completely attached to Chan, it was given. By how he acted, by how he spoke, and by how he seemed lost when the other wasn't around. His friends didn't touch the topic, knowing that Minho wasn't ready to commit to a serious relationship and Chan wasn't the type to just joke around with relationships. He was the real deal.

"I don't know what you're talking about. We're both fine. And if he doesn't want to come here and stand by his word that he'll support us, so be it. Maybe he's busy with something, or rather someone. We don't know him that fully. He could be doing things that we don't know he's actually doing. Who knows?" He suddenly felt the urge to spill the beans about Chan getting involved in a fight. He just wanted to expose him because Minho wasn't feeling alright about him.

But before he could even think about where to start, Felix interrupted him.

"Hyung, I know you're hurting because you haven't seen him in weeks—"

"I'm not hurting—"

"Shut up! Listen to me, alright?" Felix looked at him with all seriousness and Minho felt small. He never raised his voice like this before. It wasn't really that high-pitched, but it had power and authority.

"Stop thinking whatever it is you're thinking. It's not what it looks like. And don't open your mouth, you need to hear this or we'll be rotten tomatoes on stage later." When Minho nodded, Felix continued. Minho was embarrassed because Jisung was there, but the Aussie just started talking.

"I know how you looked at Chan when you saw him with that girl, but believe me, that was just it. They were just talking. Nothing else. And we all know you like Chan and you're obviously waiting for him to show up. Just please trust him. And please don't think about it too much later, too. You want us to win, right? You want us to show those losers what we can do, right?"

"And why would thinking about him affect our performance later?"

Felix looked at him questioningly. "Seriously? Hyung, you were so out of focus this week and yesterday that you sometimes got the steps wrong."

Minho gasped. "What? Why didn't you tell me?"

Felix just shrugged. "Because you're intangible when you're mad. And I know you're just not you that time. So don't dwell on him too much, yeah?"

Felix patted his shoulder before meeting Changbin who came in with the others. "You're in love, hyung." Jisung suddenly voiced out and Minho looked at him with a judging look. "Okay. You're not. Geez." Then he walked away to hug Hyunjin and give him his good luck.

If only Chan were here— stop it. You don't need him. You're fine on your own. What? Can't you suddenly dance because he's not here? You're doing this for yourself and for your team. Not for him.

But why did Minho scanned his eyes on the pool of crowds in front of the stage? Why was he feeling like he was expecting something? Why did he always turn his head left and right, looking for a blond-hair dude to show up with those warm eyes and goofy smile?

"You're doing great, Min."

"I bet you're gonna rock on stage with that kind of move."

"I'm always here to support you guys. To support you, Lee Minho."

"It's not even starting yet I feel like saying congratulations already."

"You know I'm always rooting for you guys."

"Call me if you need anything."

"Hugs can help cure depression. So come here, you little baby. You looked like you've been demonized while practicing. You'll pull this thing off."

"Minho, you're talented. Stop talking shit about yourself."

"Woah. You have very beautiful orbs, Min. They look warm. I didn't notice it when we ki– uh nevermind."

"Here, I brought you foods. And don't worry, eating a bunch of that won't make you fat."

"If you feel nervous— don't say that you don't get nervous because everyone feels it— just find me in front of the stage and I'll be standing where you'll easily see me."

Okay. Maybe he was waiting for Chan to fulfill his promise. He couldn't be that busy not to attend an important event of his friends. It's fine if he just considers me as a friend. At least he's here.

But there was no one. Not a single soul that could fill in the gaps in Minho's longing heart. Every now and then, when he happened to pass by a stranger, he would get cat-called. It pissed him off, honestly. But he just smirked and sometimes winked at them if they had the looks and the vibe. If he wanted to bring the old Minho back, he had to do it right now.

And then it started. Different groups were already performing. They waited for their turn because unfortunately, they were the last to show off.

As time passed by, the anxiousness began to swarm inside Minho's heart and he could feel his whole body shaking. But it's not just that. He was also excited to dance in front of a live audience. He was excited to make people see how they become unified on stage. They spent weeks for this, and of course their pretty sure that they're going to reap their harvest later. Well, there's no other choice than to be confident because some people say that you attract what you think. But why haven't I attracted Chan when he was all I could think of?

And then it was Erin's group to perform. Minho's team were just beside the platform and they could easily watch the other group's movements. To say that it was amazing was an understatement. Erin's team was a powerful bunch, not the type to be messed with. After all, they were the winners last year. But Minho couldn't just accept it because he was so sure that they hyped up the audience more and that their steps were more on point. He just thought that Erin poisoned the judges. She's a witch.

They were doing all sorts of dance moves on stage. But Minho could see what they were lacking. Unity. Sometimes, he could see that the others were trying to steal the spotlight and they would overhype their movements, which looked kinda messy.

"Try to think of your team that you're all as one. You move as one. Don't try to outstand the other, rather just keep up with what you've practiced. This isn't just about one of you. Because if you'd only think about yourself, you will have the tendency to make your movements big just to gather attention. Don't do that. Be in synch with each other."

He remembered what Chan said that one time when they were leaning against each other, Minho's head on Chan's shoulder. The younger was babbling about strategies and his teammates were just listening to him. He had the perfect reason to lean on Chan that time. He was very, very tired and he was in need of comforting hugs, which Chan gave right away.

Chan asked if he could add some by what he witnessed with their practices, seeing that he was with them almost every afternoon after his classes to bring food. Minho didn't expect that Chan was really paying attention since he pointed out most of their errors that they didn't see. He felt proud that he knew someone like Chan who truly cared. But now he's not so sure. He just broke his promise.

Minho's attention went back to the stage when he caught sight of people doing back flips and shit. He saw Erin and another long-haired girl being tossed in the air and landing on their feet safely after a moment. He smirked. That move was just the same as last time. Only now, Erin had the chance to be the center. And they were done. The crowds roared and cheered their names and he could see the conceited look on Erin's face. Bitch.

They got off the stage and maybe Minho ran out of luck because they were going down in their way. Erin's team just gave them smug looks and Minho's team just didn't bother to return the favor. Erin was the last one to come down, following the long-haired girl that was too familiar for Minho's liking. But all thoughts were disrupted when Erin said, "Try to beat that, bitch." To which Minho just grimaced. Her awful voice was contradicting the sweet smile on her face. Minho summoned all good entities to embody him so that he wouldn't have the urge to push Erin down the stairs.

They waited for their turn and Minho was subtly searching for Chan in the crowd. The moment finally came, it was already their time to shine and show those losers how it's really done. I guess he really couldn't come.

They set foot on stage and the lights were turned off. They went to their positions and waited for the music to begin. The loud pounding in their hearts muffled the loud voices coming from the crowd. But one particular shout made Minho look up only to see that it was also dark in the audience's part. But that voice...

Suddenly, the music started, the lights flashed and Minho was the last one to look up in their succession as he was at the center. When he had the chance to look at everybody, he immediately turned his gaze to the people standing in front and he couldn't help but feel more energetic and enthusiastic when he caught sight of a blond male with a look he knew too well.

While they were dancing, Minho's heart swelled with joy. Chan was there where he could see him easily, just like what he promised, shouting Minho's name every chance he got. When the younger faced his direction, he saw that the others weren't with him. He was standing far away from them, but nevertheless was cheering and loudly clapping for them. The others were on the other side.

While they were executing their steps, he felt more focused and alive. Suddenly, all worries vanished and he was dancing without a heavy load in his chest. He couldn't help but smile every time his back was against the audience. Of course, he had to maintain a face because facial expressions were plus points for dancing.

The part came wherein Minho had to act like he was controlling the others, moving inside the circle they made and continued to move wholeheartedly. He really loved dancing. He also loved the idea that Chan was watching him while doing the thing he was fond of.

After a few twists that made the crowd go wild, they were already nearing the end and Minho could feel an intense gaze when he, together with the selected members including Hyunjin and Felix, started to do a sexy dance. He knew that Chan didn't see this part because this was choreographed by the time he stopped coming.

He swayed his body professionally, adding a facial expression to really set the mood. He could hear the cheers and whistles coming from the people. He heard Jisung shout. "Hwang Hyunjin is mine! Don't look at him!" He just kept on shouting about how Hyunjin was his and Seungmin had to cover up his mouth.

Minho directed his gaze to Chan and he was at loss for words. He locked his eyes with the older and he could feel himself doing better. Chan was watching him with a serious look, biting his bottom lip at the process. And oh! Was that a blush? Was Chan blushing? Surely it wasn't just the work of these dancing lights. But he couldn't help but notice something off with Chan's appearance. Nevertheless, Minho smirked. This was what you missed during rehearsals, Bang. When they were about to turn around, he winked at Chan and he saw how his eyes widen at the action. Cute.

It's like Minho suddenly forgot about his problems with Chan because for fuck's sake, he was whipped like that. The important thing at the moment was Chan's presence. Even if they wouldn't win, it was okay for him. But hey, they still did great and winning was a sure thing.

They ended their performance with a powerful, breathtaking choreography all thanks to Minho. He actually thought about that when he felt miserable. They bowed with 90° angle, all in synch, and they could see the satisfied looks on the judges' faces. Minho turned to look at Chan but the boy was missing.

Minho's heart automatically sunk. Surely I wasn't just dreaming earlier. He was there.

The emcee started talking about things and Minho just ran his way to his friends and Chan wasn't there. The others looked at him with concerned eyes, but they didn't say anything to confirm his dilemma. If Chan was here, then what? Just act like he didn't see him with a girl? Probably. Because he wasn't just ready to spill his heart out. And if he wasn't present, did that mean that Minho was being delusional? He didn't just make Chan up with his mind, right?

He sighed, gloom taking over.

"And the winner is..."

Palms sweating, feet trembling, adrenaline rushing, and hearts beating furiously in their chest, Minho's team was holding hands with each other, facing the crowds. They were standing on the stage together with Erin's team as the champion would be decided between the two.

Minho tried really hard not to think about Chan's disappearance too much. He was already there, one step away of being declared the winner. That shining, shimmering trophy was all he could watch just to clear his head. But Bang Chan was a breaker, breaking Minho's walls around his brain and filled his head with his existence.

The next thing Minho knew, he was being carried by his teammates, the crowds loud uproar, and his friends' cheers that were too loud to be dominated by other people.

We won?

OMG! We won!

But why does it feel less... less victorious? This meant that all the hard work paid off and they finally showed Erin that they were the best. But why did it feel empty?

Minho tried to smile ever so brightly. He was indeed filled with gladness. He was pleased with his team. They took the award and Hyunjin had to drag Minho in the center for him to get the trophy and the winning prize money. The older subconsciously took it from one of the judge and shook his hand with a grin plastered on his face.

After a moment of rejoicing in front, he came down with Felix and Hyunjin and went to their friends who were happily congratulating them. They decided that they will celebrate tomorrow since the dance team would be celebrating right after the event finished.

They didn't speak about Chan, which was weird. The older could've told them he was there. Or maybe he wasn't and Minho was really just starting to have a mental problem.

Felix and Hyunjin were going with Changbin and Jisung who used Chan's car. He learned that Chan wasn't going home on their apartment for the past week which made them troubled and worried. So that means he was saying with that girl?

The thought made Minho stomp his feet towards the parking lot, not watching were he was going and occasionally bumping into strangers. He didn't care. He just continued to walk with an unreadable expression. But it could equate to anger if you studied his features carefully.

He bumped into someone and both of them stumbled. Minho was about to leave the stranger when the the other spoke up. "Minho?"

Minho looked up, only to be met with a pair of eyes that weren't really familiar. He raised his brow, showing that he didn't knew him.

"You don't remember me?" The other guy spoke in a surprised tone. Minho gave him a bored look. "Do I have to know you? I'm in a hurry, actually." It was true. He didn't have the chance to change into fresh clothes and he was really breaking off sweat.

The other guy smiled, which was kinda cute, and told Minho his name. "I'm Sungyoon."

"Sungyoon?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Okay. Nice to meet you." He smiled and was planning to turn away when this Sungyoon guy grabbed a hold of his wrist. "What?"

"You seriously don't remember me?" Minho was now annoyed and if Sungyoon didn't have a nice look, he would've just punched him right in the face.

"I don't know you. So please, let me go." His voice was irritated but Sungyoon didn't seem to catch up with it.

"I was the one you had a drink with at the bar. You know. Like weeks ago."

Honestly, Minho didn't care. "Alright."

"Wait." Again, Minho halted. Not because of his own will, but because of the hand still holding him.

"Can I– can I get your number?" As much as it was endearing to see someone getting flustered in front of him, he was really on the go. And he had no intention of flirting when he's heart wasn't sure about his feelings.

Before he could answer, they heard another voice calling Minho's name. Great.

They both turned to the newcomer who was panting, hands on her knees. Her outfit was the same as Erin's and her long hair was what Minho remembered about her.

He studied her face and he'll be damned! Well look who have here, if it isn't Chan's girl. Nice luck, Minho.

Minho closed his eyes as he felt his head ache. Why is this happening to me right now? Can't I just celebrate our win in peace?

The girl didn't seem to notice Sungyoon's presence, her eyes trained on Minho only. "Minho-ssi, I'm sorry for disturbing you, but you really have to help me."

Minho was confused. He didn't even know this girl more than just Chan's recent companion. Let alone help her with something? No way.

"You know? I'm very busy at the moment. You two could just talk and don't mind me ever again. Have a nice night."

He was about to leave when both of the strangers called his name at the same time, which made them look at each other in surprise. But in the girl's case, she looked horrified instead of being surprised.

"Sungyoon?"

"Hannah?"

Now that Minho knew the name of the girl, he couldn't help himself but blurt it out. "Hannah?"

"You know me, Minho-ssi?" Her eyes were hopeful.

"No. I just... I just repeated what he said." This girl was younger than him obviously, but she was really cute and pretty. Her voice was melodic. No wonder Chan chose her. Although she looked really familiar, not because he saw her with Chan. Her features were familiar.

Sungyoon spoke up with venom in his voice. "Where's your brother?"

Minho quickly noticed it and hid the girl behind his back, having the feeling of protectiveness wash over. If this girl's important to Chan, then Minho would fight for her. "Don't talk to her like that, douche."

Sungyoon looked at him questioningly. "You don't even know her. You said you were in a hurry right? You may now leave. We have things to talk about."

Minho could feel Hannah's body tense up. "Dude, just move away. I'm taking her with me. She said she needs my help."

Sungyoon looked pleasantly surprised, the same with the girl. She looked up to Minho and he could see the gratitude in her eyes.

"You should be thankful that you're gorgeous, Minho. Or else I would've just pushed you away and get her. Oh well, maybe next time around. For now, I have to go and look for someone." His voice wasn't anything near the voice he used earlier. Without anything else to say, Minho just looked at him straight in the eye before walking away and dragging Hannah along.

When he saw that Sungyoon was heading for the venue, he let go of Hannah and faced her. "I don't know you and I think I don't want to know anything about you. So you can just go and you're welcome."

He turned around, ready to leave and just go straight for his car but what he heard made him stop on his tracks.

"Chan wants to see you, Minho-ssi. He's..."

Minho turned around. "Chan? Bang Chan? I don't remember talking to him this week and also last week. Tell him I said hi and that he broke his promise. Good night."

"He didn't. He went to see you even though he was in..." She paused. "...You just gotta see for yourself. He's covered in bruises and I don't know what to do. He doesn't want me to take him to the hospital or to his apartment. He just went for me right after you performed. I think he's in the parking lot by now, waiting." Her voice was much more okay now, really sure and convincing.

But that's not the matter right now.

Chan was beaten? Really? That sounded bullshit. But his heart was beginning to beat faster, cold beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck. Surely this girl was kidding, right?

But without even thinking, he ran towards his car on the parking lot and scanned the area to know if Chan was really there. He didn't notice Hannah following her.

What he did notice was a body, leaning up against his own car, eyes closed and hands placed on his stomach. Minho brought his face closer and watched the body move in horror. He heard a groan escape from the other's lips.

Chan opened his eyes and smiled at Minho. The view made Minho's heart ache, the feeling of being betrayed and those negative feelings he felt for Chan quickly vanished. He felt guilty. So while he was sulking around, waiting for him, Chan wasn't in a good condition but he still managed to cheer at the top of his lungs and smile at Minho.

"C-Congratulations." He managed to choke out, grunting in pain when he smiled too wide.

Minho, unable to move from his position, just stared at Chan with wide eyes. He didn't look like this earlier! But then again, it was kind of dark and the lights were colored, so it wasn't obvious that this was his situation.

Instead of helping Chan get up, he immediately did what he was good at doing.

"Bang Chan you freaking asshole! Why are you in trouble again? I told you not to get yourself involved in fights, young man! Why don't you just listen? Now look at yourself! Stop smiling, dummy! You're behaviour is so– ugh. Gosh. You're making me cry!"

Ranting.

Chan just grinned, but it turned into a grimace when he felt a pang of pain travel through his cheeks when he did it. He tried getting up, Minho and Hannah assisting him. But he still needed the car to lean on, not bothering to push himself to Minho.

But that's not what Minho felt like doing. Instead of asking Chan, he just carefully hugged the older.

How he missed him. He could feel Chan returning the hug, his body limp against Minho. So the younger had to steady themselves, taking in Chan's weight. He looked like he lost a few pounds.

Minho hugged Chan for as long as he can, only to remember that Chan's body was in pain. He heard the other groaning when he tightly squeezed his body. "I'm sorry. I just– uh." He looked at Hannah and back to Chan. Okay. This is awkward.

He quickly separated himself from Chan, but let the older lean his body against him. Hannah spoke. "I know you miss each other, but we gotta go. Sungyoon is here, Chris. I think he wanted to talk to you about..." She looked at Minho first before she continued. "About something. I bet you don't want him to know."

Sungyoon? Looking for Chan? So that meant...

"You're his sister?" He blurted out and Hannah just nodded at him and before he could ask more questions, she spoke. "Minho-ssi, can you please drive him away from here? I'll see what I can do here and I'll just follow you later. Here." She gave Minho something. A piece of paper containing an address. He looked at her questioningly.

"Just drive there. Chris, I'll go back to the—"

"No! Just come with us. Who knows what Sungyoon might do when he—"

"Don't worry, bro. I can handle myself." Hannah just smiled and pecked at Chan's cheeks before turning around, leaving Minho alone with Chan.

It seemed that Chan wanted to go after her, but with what he's on right now, he couldn't do it. Minho just helped him get in the car and he climbed up the driver's seat.

Tons of questions were running through his mind that only Chan could answer. He was confused. Did that mean all of his jealous behaviours were useless? Really? He mentally slapped himself for being so selfish and for judging Chan that easily. He heard the older sigh and he felt pity.

He really felt like asking everything about Chan's life. Why did Chan got himself involved in fights? Why would he do that? Why didn't he show himself for days? Why didn't he say anything about it? He wanted to know his background so he could understand what the hell was going on with Chan's life. But instead of asking those, he just questioned him this:

"Are you alright?" Wait, that's a dumb question. But nevertheless, Chan just nodded, eyes closed. "Yeah."

"You're such a liar."

No response.

"Hey, can you tell me where we're going?" Minho looked at the paper and let Chan read what was written.

"Ah shit."

"What? Why?"

"We're going home. My home, Minho. I hope my mom's not there yet. She'll probably freak out and kick my ass."

And Minho blacked out for a minute. He was going home with Chan. Of all people, Chan trusted him to take him home. He trusted him about his involvement in fights. He trusted him with many things. And now they're going to go where Chan moved in Korea. Not in his apartment, but in their home. Where his family lived.

Minho wasn't really functioning right now, his mind going places.

"Minho? You alright? It's okay if you won't take me there–"

"And who will, Chan? Don't be stubborn for once. Just close your eyes and sleep. This might take us a while to reach that location."

Chan just chuckled at him lowly before closing his eyes, humming one last time before drifting to sleep.

"Wait, wait. You sure you don't want to go to a hospital? I can get you there first—"

"Min, calm down. I'm not dying." Chan said with a reassuring smile and the younger's heart just melted at the sight. He sighed. Minho glanced at the now peaceful boy beside him.

Honestly, his cuts and wounds weren't that bad. But maybe he was really tired defending himself. He could see that Chan was hurting physically by the way he clutched his stomach.

So Minho just drove quietly to Chan's place. He texted his friends that he was fine and he wouldn't make it and then turned his phone off to avoid any question.

Seeing that it there was no traffic, he accelerated and whispered. "Hang on, Channie."

*Awkwardly smiling* I don't know what I'm writing, but here you are! And here, Hannah's older than her real age (awkwardly typing knowing that I used Chan's sister as a character).

So again, I'm sorry for mistakes and feel free to point out any. I love to learn :> This is my longest chapter yet. To people who reached this far in this shitty fic, thank you for reading. I love you, guys!

Here's a predebut minchan to brighten up your day. Peace out, yo!