Chances (changbin fanfic)

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"Oh my god," I said quietly.

"Who the fuck did that?" Changbin said angrily.

When we entered our apartment everything was a mess. Our couch was ripped into the half, glass on a coffee table was broken and little pieces was everywhere on the ground. Chairs were also broken and the plates were broken all over the kitchen counter.

"Akuma," I said even more quietly.

"I'm not like that but I would like to beat the shit out of him right now," he said, his eyes were black all of the sudden.

"I'm so sorry I brought him to our lives," I whispered and Changbin grabbed my face into his hands.

"It's not your fault okay? You didn't know he would do that to you, you just wanted to be friends. You are amazing, don't ever think it's your fault angel," he said slowly and he pressed our lips together.

"I'm sorry he broke everything you bought for us."

"Don't be sorry, we can buy new stuff, I didn't even like that couch that much," he chuckled, his eyes were softer.

We moved into our bedroom and everything was even worse. Our pillows, sheets and blankets were also totally ripped.

Changbin just hardly inhale the air to calm himself down and looked at me, "wanna go to the dorm? We can sleep on the couch," he said quietly.

"Yes. We can clean this tomorrow," I sighed and we were slowly walking towards the doorm. We could already hear voices from outside the door to the kitchen. When we opened the door everyone was there, eating dinner.

"What happened?" Chan was the first one to say something.

"Someone got in, probably Akuma, cut our couch in half, broke the coffee table, plates, sheets, our bed and we didn't even looked into the baby's room," he said slowly, but as he said it tears started falling down my cheeks.

"Hey don't cry," Hyunjin said when he stood next to me.

"I'm gonna take a look there, can I?" Chan asked.

"Sure," Changbin said and handled him keys from our apartment.

"I wanna go too," Jisung shouted.

"Oh my god," Minho chuckled at him. All of them ended up leaving their dorm and going to our apartment.

"I'm going to talk to police tomorrow alright?"

"Alright."

It didn't took boys long to come back.

"Look what I found there," Chan said, with a piece of paper in his hand.

"What's that?" I said as he handled it to me.

This is the copy of the knife I will use on your child after birth. Watch out :)

"Why would he say that?" I said, falling on my knees infront of the boys.

"Babygirl come on," Changbin said, kneeling next to me, "they will arrest him, I promise you. He would never hurt a baby, I'm here to protect you always angel," he whispered into my ear.

"Okay," I said defeated. I was scared, I would never forgive myself if he did something to me, baby or hurt Changbin mentally.

"Stand up please," Changbin said, grabbing me into his arms, slowly approaching their living room.

"We can make a couch bigger and we can sleep here as long as you want, I will order new furniture tomorrow, don't worry about it."

"But this time I'm paying for it."

"But you don't have a job."

"I still have money, I insist," I mumbled into his chest.

"Alright babygirl," he said, pulling me into kiss.

Who would've thought in the beginning of our relationship, the day he came in, we would've arguing about furniture.