Fix You

15

Minho pulls Chan out of Felix's car, the man stumbles a bit, his eyes still a bit red from the crying, face buried to his friend's shoulder. Jeongin wants to laughs a bit, in another situation he would, but his eyes still glare at Minho.

Min sighs, he looks down, arm tightly secured to Chan's waist "thank you guys" he mumbles.

Jeongin nods "consider this Min" his voice strong and serious "the person you are yearning for is not worth it, the person that yearns for you would break his world in half so that you smile" he sighs and turns to look at the front "you can learn to love, learn to be, don't let it go to waste"

Minho is about to answer, but the car drives off, leaving him to stand in front of Chan's small apartment, arms around Chan, Chan's scent all over his body.

His breathing become un even, Jeongin is right, but his heart can't be told what to do. His heart still screams someone else's name; his skin yearns for someone else's touch even if it likes Chans delicate fingers.

Even if he's grateful for all Chan has done for him, building a small Chan to keep him warm and letting him cry to no end.

But ......Jeongin is right, even if Minho has tried to not hate him, to keep his peace with Jisung's memory, the kid isn't worth it. Not when he didn't stop to think about Minho.

"Min," Chan stares at him with pooling eyes, smiles tenderly and with what now Minho knows is actual love "do-don-t listen to him" his voice still a whisper.

The boy finds it quite amusing, Chan is hurt, broken and drunk, yet his instinct is to make sure Minho isn't sad.

"Let's get you inside" Minho sighs, taking Chan to the bedroom and helping him lie on the bed. "Sleep, we'll talk tomorrow" but Minho wonder what exactly they will talk about.

About the hurt eyes Chan has.

About his own broken heart.

About how he can't love Chan.

Won't allow himself to love.

Chan smiles "promise you won't leave?" His eyes close a bit. But his hand is holding Minho's tightly.

Minho's eyes stay on their hands, a smile slowly makes its way to his lips, he lets out a soft puff of breath "I promise, now sleep" he whispers.

He watches Chan falls asleep, breathing evenly and looking calm. Minho knows he was mean; he admits he had been avoiding Chan all along. Trying hard not to feel awkward but failing miserable.

The thought of someone loving him is a bit crazy, other than Jisung no one had ever taken interested in Minho. But the thought of the person that loves him is Chan, well, that's insane.

Strong Chan who was barely home and always up to something. The Chan that had rebelled against his father and ran away for a while.

Ran away because he was apparently broken. Too in love. And never even got fixed.

Chan stirs a bit in his sleep, hair falling on his forehead making him look younger.

Minho places a hand to the man's cheek, he smiles "I'll do my best to fix you" he chuckles "like you fixed me"

*

Chan feels like death.

Okay worse than death, his body is heating up and the rays of sunshine won't let him open his eyes, head aching bad.

He groans, putting his arm over his eyes, a pool of memories from last night making their way to his brain. While most people say they can't remember what they did when wasted, for Chan is all different.