꾼들이 왔어요 I 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉

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I'm going crazy now

.

"Great," Chan stated sarcastically as if things couldn't get any worse for him!

Chan stared at the paper in his hands, not sure what to do.

He stared at the bottom of the letter.

-S

Who could that be?

Since Chan was an anti-social person so he had no idea who that could be. A frown fell onto his pretty face as he thought about what that person was going to do.

He sighed sadly.

He would have to move,

again,

but he liked this place, it contained the memories he had with Manso, and so it made him want to stay. 'What if Manso does visit one day?' 'And what if I'm not here?' Chan thought. He crumbled the short piece of paper in his hands. It crumbled easily in his strong hands. There was no way he was going to give up that chance.

What was the worst this person could do?

Chan told himself.

and so as the day passed on, tomorrow came and so did a knock. Chan woke up from his sleep-deprived state, lazily opening the door and groaning as he saw another letter.

"This person doesn't have any patience," he murmured, rubbing his eyes. He threw the letter on the table before going back up to his room to get some more sleep. An hour passed by with him tossing and turning on his mattress, he just couldn't fall asleep. He stared at the ceiling as a single memory played in his mind,

"Chan," Manso whined at Chan who kept turning around on the top bunk.

"Sorry," Chan murmured a low apology.

"Can't sleep?" Manso asked him sweetly. Chan could only give him a sad sigh in response, nodding even though Manso couldn't see him. Man-soo got out of his bed climbing onto Chan's.

"What?" Chan asked, his eyes shining with tears as Manso lay beside him.

He embraced Chan despite Chan's shoulders being much broader than his own. Chan sniffled as he stuck his face into Manso's neck.

"It's okay to be sad Chan," Manso whispered tiredly patting Chan's head while playing with his soft locks.

"It's just not okay to stay that way," Manso whispered, kissing the top of Chan's head as he shook in Man-soo's embrace.

"You don't have to be strong for everyone around you, you don't have to pretend to be bright and cheery. Just be you, Chan, because being you is the best thing in the whole world. I promise." Manso said and Chan stuck his head out of Manso's chest, tears rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably.

"The world is lonely, mean and dark. It'll only want to hurt you Chan, so instead, I'll be there to remind you that the world isn't all that bad sometimes. I'll be there to help you, hold you, and wipe away your tears no matter how many times they fall," Manso said, wiping Chan's tears away with a sad smile.

"And then one day you won't need me anymore,"

"But I'll always need you, you're my hyung." Chan sniffled as he hugged Manso closer to himself. Manso couldn't stop a smile from lifting the side of his lips.

"ok, ok, but on a serious note, I need to sleep Chan, come here" Manso held Chan closer,(closer than they already were) digging his face into Chan's soft hair where he was comforted by Chan's sweet shampoo. Chan found himself relaxing in his best friend's arms where he smelled his friend's favourite perfume. No longer feeling sad he wrapped his arms tightly around Manso and let sleep hit him knowing when he'd wake up he'd still be in Manso's arms sleeping peacefully as Manso snored softly below him.

Chan couldn't help the sadness filling his chest. He shook his head getting up. He needed to get a grip on himself. He stared at himself in the mirror, you couldn't see it if you caught one glance but he looked...dead.

Like he was meaningless, only a figure walking around with no soul, just an empty body. He touches his skin, his powers already fixing the bags under his eyes. He inhaled slowly before letting out a shaky breath.

He didn't know why he couldn't get over his best friend. It has been 2 years already. He was so frustrated with himself. But he knew the reason.

Without Manso the world was just dark to Chan, there wasn't anything to it, there was no light since Manso was his only light. And walking alone in such a dark world without his flashlight... was scary. He was surrounded by darkness and the only thing that could make it clear for him to see the path in front of him, the path that he needed to walk onto to move on was his flashlight. But his flashlight was gone, stolen from him by the selfish world.

He opened the door only to see a bunch of letters piled in his house. He frowned. He had locked the door... What did this person want? No, why? Why did they want him to go? Three stuck out the most in the plain bunch were coloured envelopes with numbers on them. 1, 2, and 3.

He grabbed the first of the letters,

I will expose you, but,

-S

He grabbed the other one,

Kim Manso. He's important to you, right?

-S

He froze in terror.

Not Manso,

Not his Manso,

He quickly grabbed a hold of the third letter. Opening it quickly.

I will destroy you.

(also don't open the other white letters they say the same thing, I added more letters to make a dramatic effect, but, uh, have fun cleaning!)

-S

Chan frowned, what a weird villain, he thought to himself. But he grabbed a plain white envelope just to make sure.

don't believe me? That's fine, you will eventually pretty boy,

-S

"What on earth- why did that- you know maybe I should just start cleaning,"