Crazy Bastard || Binchan ✔️

6

All night, both boys tossed and turned. Chan was worried he had fucked up for life. Changbin was worried that Chan didn't love him. Despite what the other couple had told them, they were still terrified.

Changbin curled up on the elder's couch, staring at the window that was covered by shades. The little light that peaked through reminded him that he always gave Chan the benefit of the doubt. The smallest chances. He had a soft spot for him, of course.

But this time, there was no going back. Chan fucked up, and Changbin wasn't going to sit there and tell him it was okay. It wasn't, at all.

The shorter tries to think about how his boyfriend had been acting. Maybe there was a hidden reason. Maybe something was wrong. Maybe he did do something. Maybe he didn't. All he knew was Chan wasn't being himself.

Changbin rolled over, the furniture groaning under his weight. The apartment was way more silent than he'd realized. No loud upstairs or downstairs neighbors. Just the silence of the building.

For some reason, Changbin felt homesick. He wanted to go home. He wanted to at least sleep on his own couch. He loved Minho and the guys, but their homes could never compare to the safety he felt in his own. Maybe that was a normal feeling, though. He was sure everyone felt better to be in their own homes.

He sighed quietly, taking the blanket off of him. Standing, he stretched before lightly padding down the hallway to Minho's bedroom. He knocked three times, waiting to see if the elder would wake.

He didn't.

"Minho," he whispered, turning the knob and peaking his head in. He waited again. This stupid, deep sleeper. "Minho," he said again, stepping inside and touching the elder's shoulder.

"What." Man, was he scary when you bothered him. He wondered how Jisung could live with this thing.

"I'm going home."

Minho sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. "Are you sure? It's like two in the morning. Do you want me to drive you? You shouldn't, it's cold."

"I just feel homesick."

"You miss him, Bin. Come here, lay down with me." Minho tapped Changbin's arm, scooting over so he could join him.

Once they settled, they were on their sides looking at one another. Minho made him feel small. Smaller, he should say, but comfortable.

"It's hard being away from someone you love. I get it," he starts off, a small pout on his lips. "I remember when Jisungie and I got into a huge argument. I guess it's different since we don't live together, but he was here 24/7, so it felt like it. Once he left, I felt homesick. It didn't make sense, of course. I was home. I thought I was home. But sometimes, people can't call buildings homes. They call them people. Someone's mom was their home. My home is with Jisung. Your home is with Chan."

Changbin nods along, understanding what he was trying to say. He didn't miss home.

He missed him.

"When those people hurt us and it's hard to fix, we're going to feel like our house just got burned down or we just travelled to a foreign country. You made a space in your heart for him, and he destroyed it. You feel sad, hurt, and overall frustrated. Why did he do it? Why did he not seem to care? Does he love me?

"Of course he loves you, Binnie. He always has. You had already gone to bed, but Jisung called me. He was with Chan, trying to help him find you. You told me not to let anyone know you were here, but I did anyway. Although, I did say that I wouldn't let them in if they tried coming here. You said you needed space, and I'm not going to take that away from you.

"Anyway, like I said, you miss him. And it's understandable. But even if you don't realize, going home will make you hurt more. You need to give yourself time. You're at a very vulnerable state right now. If he said sorry, you'd jump into his arms then and there. I won't let you do that anymore. I know how you are. Very forgivable. But you need space and should talk to him at a decent time. You need to let him explain, but you can't just forgive and forget, otherwise, it'll happen again."