Desperate Lies | Jilix/Changlix/Chanlix

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After watching Changbin and Minho open the car doors and start walking up to the front door, I followed their actions but ended up stumbling and almost falling out of the car rather than just exiting as gracefully as they did. Minho reacted quickly, running over to me to catch me before I fell completely.

"You still can't walk?"

I shook my head, upset at myself since I thought that I'd be able to after having walked to the car earlier on my own. I figured that I would be able to do the same even after riding in a car for about ten minutes, but that didn't seem to be the case.

He lifted me away from the ground and pulled my right arm around his shoulder, wrapping his arm around my waist, and helped me walk to the front door. I was still stumbling, even using Minho as a crutch, but it was significantly less than it would've been if he hadn't been helping me at all.

"I guess he wasn't lying about not being able to walk," Changbin sneered as we approached him at the door. He finally unlocked it, and we all went inside.

Minho helped me to sit on the couch. He picked my legs up and carried them so that I was lying down with my back against the armrest. "You know, I could've done that myself."

"I was just trying to be nice. I won't do it again, sorry."

I could tell he was being sarcastic. I didn't mean to upset him with my comment, but I genuinely felt bad about it. "I was just kidding. Thank you," I apologized, hoping that it would make him feel a bit better.

"Do you want anything to drink since you just came back to life?" Changbin asked with his head stuck in the fridge, looking at what he had stored in there.

I hadn't realized it since I wasn't actively paying attention to my body, but I was rather thirsty. It made sense since I hadn't had anything to drink for a week or so. I was surely past dehydrated. "Yes, please."

"Looks like someone learned some manners after dying," Changbin commented as he brought over a bottle of water, twisting the cap partway for me.

I snatched the water from him with a glare. They were so rude for some reason. I wasn't sure why. Was me coming back to life so horrible for them? I mean, yes, they were being courteous in helping me, but they were both giving me unnecessary side comments about how horrible it was to do so.

"Are you guys okay? Like, did something happen while I was dead?" I asked, seeing if there was a reason for their unnecessary attitude.

"You only knew us for less than a day before we killed you. This is just how we normally are. You're gonna have to get used to it," Minho replied, sitting down at the end of the couch after lifting my feet and placing them in his lap.

"You know, you're the one who said that you knew me for less than a day, yet you seem to be really comfortable around me like that," I commented before taking a sip of the water Changbin had given me. I set it on the table after screwing the lid back on, trying not to knock it over from my awkward position on the couch.

"I wanted to sit, and Changbin is taking up the chair, so you have to deal with this."

"I'm fine with it. I'm just saying you're contradicting yourself."

There was a long silence that filled the room after I spoke. It wasn't awkward or tense, but it definitely wasn't comfortable. Everyone was just sitting in their seats, not doing anything. It seemed that they were both thinking of something, but I couldn't tell what it was. I wasn't sure if they were thinking about what they wanted to eat or how they wanted to kill Chan. Either topic was bound to be in their mind.

Then Changbin spoke up. "Do you guys want to leave at eight? Is that an okay time, do you think?"

"He won't be asleep at eight. If I'm honest, you might want to wait until early morning," Minho replied, somehow knowing exactly what Changbin was talking about. The random start of the conversation with no prior discussion confused me.

"Wait. What are you guys talking about? Who's not sleeping? What?"

"Killing Chan. We need to know when to go so that he won't notice anything," Minho explained. For only meaning to help out a little bit, he was quite involved in the plan.

"Oh, um. I don't know if this will help, but sometimes Felix would answer the phone in the middle of the night for no reason. Do you think that it was maybe him?" I asked, trying to offer some sort of help rather than just being a lump on the couch.

"I'm sure some of the calls were his, but they were also probably mine, too. Sorry," Changbin replied.

I was a little hurt hearing that, but I had to remember that it was Felix we were talking about. "Oh. Okay. A-anyways, so then could we assume that he sleeps really late? Since he typically called late?"

"Just because he called late doesn't mean he slept late, though. He might've known about both of you, so he was smart enough to call when he knew that he wasn't with either of you," Minho explained. But I had an issue with his explanation.

"Well, he was with me. In bed. Supposedly sleeping," I explained, but then recalled a couple of times it was obvious that he wasn't sleeping, nor was I. "Sometimes." I bobbed my head with every extra sentence that I said, thinking that it would add a comedic effect, hoping they would understand what I was hinting at.

"I-" Changbin had to pause for a second to process what he just heard come out of my mouth. "That's disgusting."

"Hey, it's not like you haven't done anything with him either! Don't act so righteous," I yelled, not liking his hypocrisy.

"Yeah, but I'm not flaunting it in the open for everyone to hear!"

"Whatever. It's not important anyway," I muttered while rolling my eyes. I tried to move on. I thought that I made a funny joke, but it seemed that they weren't too fond of it. "So then, when are we going there? Also, who's doing it?" I asked. Changbin and Minho never told me the exact details of what was going to happen. I just knew that we were going to see him and then someone was going to kill him.

"You are," Minho deadpanned like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Me? Why me? First, you kill me, and now you're going to make me kill someone else? Why do I have to do all the dirty work for you guys?"

"Because. It would be a shock to Chan to see you killing him when he thought you were dead already. It would be funny," Changbin explained.

"Is that why you killed me? Just so that there was comedy added into his death?" I yelled, now upset and angry at the two of them.

"Well, not completely. I mean, that was part of it, but also so that Chan would think that his plan worked and he wouldn't suspect anything."

"Why didn't we just kill him on the same day rather than going through all of this trouble?" I asked, now completely stunned and confused. I placed my head in my hands, shaking it in disbelief. Granted, I hadn't thought of it either until just now, but that wasn't important. They could've thought of it themselves before everything.

They paused, and even though I couldn't see their faces, I knew the two of them were looking at each other.

"To be honest, I didn't really think of that," Changbin replied quietly, now realizing the flaws in his actions.

"You can't get mad at me because I was only doing what Changbin told me," Minho said quickly as he raised his hands in the air to defend himself. I wasn't as upset at Minho as I was at Changbin since what he said was true. He was just doing what he was told. It was mostly Changbin who didn't think any of it through. He was the one who masterminded the plan. He was the one who should've thought things through before just senselessly killing anyone just because.

I lifted my head back up to look at them. "There's no point in getting emotional over something that already happened. Whatever. Fine. I'll do it, but you better pay me back good," I glared over to Changbin, hoping that he would figure some way to pay me back for going through all of this.

"What do you want? Money, gifts? You have to tell me so that I can give it to you."

"I'll tell you when I think of it."