Fix You

4

Chan wakes up to the sound of someone running to the bathroom and throwing up, he hears the gags causing him to gag along and ending up laughing.

He stands up and walks to his room and then the bathroom, he watches by the door as Minho pukes his guts out and then sits against the wall.

"I feel like death" Minho mutters as he closes his eyes.

Chan chuckles "well it's like you drank an entire bar, I'm surprised you can even talk" he tries to joke.

Minho doesn't even respond.

"Minho-"

"How long was I gone?" Minho cuts off whatever Chan was about to say.

"A week" Chan says "I took over before the three weeks" he explains.

Minho nods "just stay there, that place was yours from the start anyway" he stands up and walks over to his clothes, begins to pick them up and change.

"Hey, Min, where the hell are you going?" Chan says trying to catch the others attention.

Minho sheds the clothes that he assumes are Chans and puts on his cursed tux and shoes, doesn't even turn to look at Chan, his breathing becoming un even as all the memories of that night come crushing down to his brain.

His head about to burst from pain.

His heart beat going a thousand time per hour.

He really wants to puke once again.

Chan notices the state Minho is in and quickly walks to him, "Hey, calm down" he tries to place a hand in Minhos back but the other pushes him away.

"Get the hell away from me, Chan!"

Chan doesn't follow, pressing his hand to the others back and pushing him to take a sit "stop! Look at you! Where the hell are you even going!?"

Minho glares at Chan in anger "what's it to you!?"

Chan growls, he rubs his face with both palms, trying not to burst into a fit of anger "Minho, you have been gone for a week! Look at you! Last night you couldn't even stand! For fucks sake at least take care of yourself!" He walks close to Minho and smacks the back of the mans head.

Minho gasps, he holds his head "what the fuck, hyung'!?" He screams, his head hurting ten times more.

"That's for making me worry about you!" Chan declares in anger "now go fucking shower! I'll lend you clothes for work!" He huffs.

"I don't want to go to work!" Minho states "you keep it, you go, I'm fucking done, I'm so fucking done, Chan hyung!"

Chan can hear the pain laced with Minho's hurt tone, he takes a deep breath "come on, I know it hurts, but you've got to keep going, please" he smiles "I'll help, I know how much pain you are in"

Minho stares at Chan "everyone, they all know by now, your mom, my dad" he feels tears in his eyes for the millionth time "I'm such a fool" he holds his head "such an idiot Chan! How could I not have noticed!? Not seen the signs !!!" He begins to pull at his hair in anger.

Chan hurries to take Minho's hands "Hey, this is not your fault, okay? No one is judging you" he says softly.

It hurts to watch Minho like this, a man who used to have his feelings straight, a man able to control all types of emotion with the blink of an eye.

Shattered by one person.

"I can't go back" Minho whispers. He cries "I can't Chan hyung, they will all make fun of me" he cries harder "I can't face Changbin, can't face ......" the names get stuck in his throat.