Desperate Lies | Jilix/Changlix/Chanlix

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The first thing I saw was the cuts on Chan's body close and his eyes and mouth flying open. Then I heard his gasp for air. Just as I had, his torso bolted up from the bed, the sheets following him, sticking to him from the blood before detaching, and he brought his hands around his throat. They fell to his chest, which was rising and falling at a rapid pace. After realizing that he was alive again, he looked around the room, and when his eyes landed on me, he yelled and jumped back.

"What the fuck? Aren't you dead?"

I pressed my lips together awkwardly and looked everywhere in the room beside him. I didn't want to make eye contact with him. It would've been too much to bear.

"Yeah, um... about that...."

"Who is that?" He yelled, referencing Minho, who was still behind me. "Why are you in my house? What the fuck is going on?"

"Long story short, Changbin killed me, then that guy brought me back to life," I pointed behind me to Minho, "then Changbin killed you, and I brought you back to life," I explained, making it as brief as I could. I didn't want to take too much time explaining everything since I doubted he would be patient enough to listen to the whole story.

He scrunched his eyes shut and shook his head in disbelief and confusion. "I'm sorry. What?"

"He's not lying," Minho spoke up.

"Who are you?" Chan questioned, opening his eyes and glaring behind me.

"My name is Minho."

"Okay, so," he started speaking but scrunched his eyes again and rubbed his fingers on his forehead in an attempt to think and figure out what was going on. "Can you explain to me how you're alive right now? Wasn't I just at your funeral? Am I dead? Is this hell?"

"No, you're not dead. We are both alive. Minho has this potion thing that can bring people back to life and heal them. Look around you. You're laying in your own blood right now, but you don't have a single cut on your body. The bullet holes are gone. You're breathing and talking. It's weird, I know. How do you think I felt when I woke up in a coffin?"

"You should take a shower," Minho suggested, still not looking at Chan. Even though all the wounds were gone, there were still gallons of blood splattered in the room. I think I found what scared him finally.

"You're not weirded out by all of this?" Chan asked in disbelief at Minho's blunt statement.

"He's not weirded out by anything but blood, it seems," I said, slightly mocking Minho. I mainly was joking since I understood that it wasn't fun to be scared of something, but I knew only one thing that scared Minho so far.

"Just... take a shower, please," Minho pleaded. He walked out of the room and into the hall so that he wouldn't have to look at the bloody man in front of him.

"I should, though," Chan said and stood up from the bed. "Can you wash those?" He asked me and pointed to the bedsheets. I was slightly offended that he was ordering me around just a minute after returning to life, thanks to me. But I didn't argue. I let out a sigh and agreed.

"Where's the washer?" I asked as I started ripping the sheets from the bed, trying my best not to let any blood splatter onto my clothes. After taking the tight bed sheet off, I saw that he had a white mattress protector that also happened to be covered in blood. Great. That was going to be fun.

"Downstairs next to the kitchen," he said and walked into the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.

I carefully peeled the corners off, being careful not to let them snap to the center of the bed, resulting in the mattress getting stained as well as myself and the walls. When I got all four sides of the sheet, I brought the corners together in my hand and carried it like a bag down the stairs to where Chan had directed.

Minho followed behind me and opened the door to the washing machine. I wasn't sure if I should've poured the blood down the sink drain or just throw it in the washer. I did the latter, deciding that it wouldn't matter much since it would get drained anyways. The protector by itself didn't fill the machine, so I went back up the stairs to grab the other sheets.

I threw them in the machine with the protector and poured in some detergent. I closed the lid and was about to turn it on when I remembered that Chan was upstairs taking a shower, so I should probably wait for him to finish before I stole all the water.

I wasn't sure what to do while waiting since it wasn't my house and I had never been here before. I also don't think that Chan and I were on the best of terms considering he wanted me dead a week ago. I wasn't going to snoop around, but I also didn't want to be standing for thirty minutes without anything to do.

It felt uncomfortable to sit in the living room as well, but that was really the only place that was the least threatening in this house, so that's where I went. I pulled my phone out to try to distract myself from thinking too much about everything. That was something I was good at. Overthinking. It was a specialty of mine.

I opened up a game on my phone that I used as a time-waster. It wasn't anything special, just a brick-breaking game, but with how slow the balls would shoot, it took a lot of time. I'm sure that it would entertain me for however long it took Chan to shower and wash all the blood off his body.

I felt the couch dip next to me and looked up to see Minho sitting next to me. I gave him a small smile before going back to my game. I had a checkpoint at level 213, but I was almost at level 300, and it didn't look like I was going to win this time and was going to be forced back almost 100 levels. Before the last row hit bottom, I used the power-ups and removed it, but it didn't do much with a 586-level brick two rows from the bottom. I turned the phone off, growing frustrated with the game.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed when I threw my phone to the side, but it was dark outside. It looked almost pitch black, but the moon was relatively bright and made the trees and houses surrounding Chan's visible. It was really pretty outside. I loved the night sky, especially when you were able to see the stars. I could only think about Minho's house and how amazing it would've been to see it at night.