Desperate Lies | Jilix/Changlix/Chanlix

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I didn't have a vehicle to drive myself home with, and I had no money on me, so public transport was out of the option as well. I ended up walking to a familiar shopping plaza. I couldn't call Felix since he thought I was dead. I didn't have Minho's nor Changbin's number to ask for a ride, not that I wanted to or would be able to ask for one from them at the moment. I was stuck walking.

All of my family must have thought I was dead, too. My mom must've been so hurt when she heard, for her to have heard that her only son died before her. Was there any way that I would be able to see her again after this without it being weird? How would I even begin to explain the situation to her where she would understand? There was no explaining to my dad. That wasn't an option. I don't know how he would see me after I presumably faked my death and hurt them like that. It wasn't intentional, but it's what happened. This was precisely why I didn't want to kill Chan. No matter how bad he messed up, his family shouldn't have to suffer like mine most likely were.

Not only that, but he deserves a chance to redeem himself. Sure, he may have messed up badly this one time, but I was a firm believer in the ability to change and grow. It may not have seemed to be true just a week ago, and it probably wasn't, not entirely. But after I stopped to think about what was happening, that was when I realized that people weren't all that they showed on the outside, and they were able to change. Chan might've been able to become a better person. I was sure that he could. I didn't want to waste his chance.

I made it back to my house before the day was out. It was while I was walking that I realized just how far my house was from the city. I never thought much of it because I always drove, and since I liked driving, I just enjoyed it. But walking from the city to the house was torturous, especially after only relearning how to walk that day after a week of being dead.

I opened the front door and walked in, seeing everything as I had left it when I went out to kill Changbin. The photos of him and Felix were still sitting on the coffee table, untouched. The folder was there underneath them. I could see a thin layer of dust covering them, making them appear less glossy than they were. There were bound to be cobwebs and spiderwebs in every corner of the house as well.

I looked up at the ceiling to check the corners, seeing that I was correct. In every corner, there was a web with an accompanying house spider. I was not too fond of spiders, but, also, I was not particularly eager to kill them. I always instead just grabbed them with a paper towel and placed them outside. They were nice to have around since they got rid of all of the annoying bugs that flew around, but they were always creepy to look at.

After cleaning the webs up and throwing the paper towels away, I sat down on the couch, completely worn out from the day, mentally, emotionally, and physically. Changbin had put a toll on my mental state, and I didn't want to have to deal with it, so I lay myself down and checked my phone briefly before trying to sleep.

I was shaken awake after what felt like minutes. I couldn't tell the amount of time that I had spent asleep, but I was met with Minho's face when I opened my eyes. I jumped up, startled from seeing him that close in front of me.

"What? What are you doing here? How did you get my address?" I asked quickly, not recalling ever giving it to him.

"Changbin gave it to me. Listen. Changbin... he's going to kill Chan. I couldn't stop him," Minho explained as he backed away from me to give me room to sit up properly.

I looked at him with wide eyes, scared about what that meant. "What? Why couldn't you stop him? I thought that's what your whole," I paused and waved my hands in circles gesturing toward him. "thing... was. That's why you made me leave, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but he wasn't going to listen to me. I knew that already. That was why I asked you to leave. I just didn't want him to hurt someone that really didn't deserve it."

"I- thank you," I whispered. I wasn't expecting Minho to talk to me in the way he was, but I was grateful. I had to keep reminding myself that I hadn't known him for more than a day, yet he was still overly nice to me. "But... why couldn't you stop him? What happened?"

"He threatened me. I knew that he was already decided on going, and it was just a matter of if he was going to have to fight to go or if I was going to let him willingly. He said that if I didn't let him go, then he was just going to kill me and then go. So, I had to leave if I wanted to stay alive."

"He's gone mad."

"Yeah, it seems that way," Minho nodded, agreeing with me.

"But... can't you use that green stuff to revive Chan? I mean, it worked for me. It'll work for him too, won't it?" I asked, hoping that it would be the solution to the problem at hand. It didn't seem there was a way of getting around Changbin killing Chan, but there might've been a chance that his death sentence could be short-lived.

"That's true. It would, but I don't know where he lives," Minho explained, bringing his gaze up to me and meeting my eyes.

"No, you don't. But I do. We were decent enough friends, I would say... before everything. I have his address. I've never been there, though."

"As long as you know it, then we should be able to go there and save him."

"Do you know when Changbin is planning on going out?" I asked. We had to know when he was leaving so that we wouldn't show up before he did and ruin everything for ourselves. We needed to be careful about everything since one wrong move, and we were both bound to be dead for good.

"I'm not sure, but it seemed like he was too impatient to wait for much later. I'm sure he'd be done and gone within a few hours."

I nodded, thinking about what we should do. "Do you have the stuff with you?"

"No. I didn't bring the bag with me because I wasn't expecting to need it today. Changbin had his supply for you, but that was it. The rest is at my house."

"Okay, well, we can go there and grab some. It'll at least kill some time, right?" I was trying to be optimistic about the horrible situation we were stuck in. I could tell Minho was terrified, but he was trying not to show it. I guessed that he wanted to seem strong in my presence just so that I wouldn't worry as much.

"Okay," he agreed.

We both stood up, and he grabbed his keys. I walked behind him to his car and got in, sitting in the passenger seat next to him. He turned the car and lights on, seeing as it was dark out, and backed out of my driveway, beginning the ride to his residence. I wasn't sure how far it was to wherever he lived, but no matter the amount of time it took, it was going to waste some time.