Nᴏ Hᴏᴍᴏ﹖ [₂Cʜᴀɴ]

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I pierced my ear and now I'm sad that I can't sleep on my favorite side 😭

[#4 In Binchan💛] 

It's been a week and Chan hasn't heard anything from Changbin.

Not a text, not a call, not anything.

Chan was sad at first but then he just started to get angry. He knew it wasn't his fault, he was doing his part to reach out to Changbin. He was the one that wasn't communicating.

"Channieee! I'm talking to you." 

Chan looked up from his phone, meeting eyes with a pouty Jeongin. He had been opening and closing his text messages, hoping a message from Changbin would pop up.

"I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

The two went wayyyy back. Chan had found the boy sitting alone at night out in a park. He would've walked right past him but his conscience wouldn't allow it. Jeongin was crying, noticeably shivering from the cold.

 His parents had kicked him out so Chan, being the nice person that he was, took Jeongin in for a few years. He was sad when the boy left but Chan was glad to know that he was able to support himself now.

"That doesn't matter anymore. What's up with you?" 

Jeongin leaned over the table, resting his head on his hands. "I heard you have a boyfriend." He snatched Chan's phone from his hands so he couldn't look at it anymore. "Tell me about him!"

Chan gave Jeongin his full attention now that he wasn't holding his phone. "Who told you?...Nevermind, we're not exactly dating." He wanted to be though. Chan just didn't know exactly how to go about that with Changbin.

"Why not?? He's not mean is he? I'll kill him if I have to!"

Chan reached over and pinched Jeongin's cheeks like an older brother would. "You're so cute, Innie." The boy sounded so concerned for him, Chan couldn't describe the other without it ending in 'cute.'

Besides, between Jeongin and Changbin....Well actually, Chan wouldn't know who'd win. Either way he wouldn't want to find out.

"No he's not...mean to me. We're just uh- not quite there yet." Jeongin was confused but nodded anyway. He could see that Chan wasn't really feeling like himself, something was off but he would never push the male to tell him.

"Okay well, your phone has been blowing up nonstop." Jeongin handed him his phone back, watching Chan scroll through the notifications.

They were all from Minho. Ten unread messages and fifteen missed calls.

"I'll be right back, Innie. I'm just going to call Minho back real quick." He ruffled Jeongin's hair then stepped out of the small cafe they were in.

The phone only rang twice before Minho answered the call. "Chan! Fuck, you're always on your phone so why didn't you answer my calls?"

He sounded out of breath and that could only be because of two things. Either he was with Jisung or he had been dancing for the past hour. Chan didn't ask though, he didn't want to know...

"I'm sorry, Min. What did you so urgently need to tell me anyway?" Chan leant against the wall, his freehand finding its way into his pocket. He knew that whatever it was Minho wouldn't hesitate to say it, they didn't really keep secrets between each other.

"Look...Jisung told me not to tell you this until he confronted Changbin but I can't just not tell you." Chan's face scrunched, he absolutely did not like where this conversation was going.

"What're you saying, Minho? Please don't be pranking me again." The male on the other line was quiet, leaving Chan in suspense (which he hated by the way) "Minho!"

"...I'm not pranking you, I'm serious. Just look at the picture I sent you."

He hung up.

'I swear if he's playing with me.'

Chan opened up their text thread, clicking the image Minho was talking about. "You can't be serious..."

It looked like it was taken from outside of Changbin's office - He was in his studio with some girl on his lap, kissing like they were all alone.

Chan just couldn't catch a break. 

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Making the plot is easy - it's thinking of a ship that takes foreverrrr 

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