Crazy Bastard || Binchan ✔️

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"Do you know what's wrong with him? Maybe he's stressed or something," Minho suggests.

"I don't know what he'd be stressed about. Last time he actually talked to me, he said that work was going smoothly. He just finished a project, so it would be weight off of his shoulders."

"...oh. Maybe some family stuff happened."

"He'd be crying if something happened to his family and buying a ticket home. Plus, his mom texted me a few times about a gift she wanted to get him and a recipe she wanted from my mom. So I don't really think anything is wrong. Even if there was, he shouldn't straight up ignore me. I asked if I did something wrong, but he didn't really say anything."

"Wow, you really know him well."

"I'm his boyfriend, I'm supposed to."

"Hm... maybe he was planning a surprise-"

"Minho, why are you defending him?"

"Because I'm trying to help you avoid anymore conflict. Maybe you misunderstood something and you guys could fix it easily. I mean, I haven't come up with anything, so maybe he really is just a dick. I don't know."

Changbin shrugs, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes. "I don't know either."

"Oh! Wait, how often did you text or call him?"

"Not that much. Just to ask things about dinner or if he was okay at work."

"Okay, never mind."

"Yeah, I knew you were going to suggest me overwhelming him with love or some shit. I don't think I've done anything wrong. I'm trying to be a good boyfriend, but he's not putting in any effort anymore. It's like I don't even know him."

After Changbin finished that sentence, a lump grew in his throat. He didn't want to think that Chan wasn't being a good boyfriend. He didn't want to say things like that. He loved Chan so much, he really did. Everything had been going so well for the past few months, and suddenly, it stopped.

Was this the real Chan? Was the first part of their relationship a facade? Or did he not feel the spark anymore? Was he tired of Changbin?

"Do you think he still loves me?" His voice trembled when he asked.

"What? Of course he loves you, Bin." Minho grasps Changbin's shoulders and gently pulls him down to lay in his lap. He brushes his hair, sad that his friend was going through this. "He wouldn't have called me if he didn't want to find you. I'm pretty sure he called Jisung too. Maybe even everyone. He's worried for you. He cares for you, honey. He does."

Changbin covers his face with his hand, tears escaping him. Sitting up, his ears burn with the embarrassment of crying in front of someone.

"Binnie..." Minho comes around to the front of him, wrapping his arms around him. "It'll be okay."

Changbin let out a loud sob, accepting the hug and crying into Minho's shoulder. He didn't know what else to do besides cry.