After the incident at Jisung's party, Minho and Chan had become distant from each other. Chan was doing whatever he could to avoid Minho. He was irritated by just seeing him every morning when he woke up. It wasn't like he could just kick him out, though. He may have been upset with the angel, but he still had morals. He knew that Minho wouldn't survive being put out into the world by himself, and despite the hatred he currently held for Minho, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something were to happen to him. He still cared for him. It was a small battle that they had to fight through. Chan wasn't one to throw everything away when things got rough. He was going to see this out to the end, whatever that looked like.
Minho was trying to do whatever he could to make it up to Chan; making him food despite not knowing how to cook, writing him short letters and leaving them on the fridge, cleaning the house while Chan was out, taking care of Cherry for him. And if none of that worked, he decided it was best just to stay out of Chan's way.
He hated how cold Chan was being to him, but he understood why. He had messed up, but he thought that once he apologized, things would go back to the way they were, but that didn't seem to be the case. No matter what he did, nothing seemed to help the situation. Minho actually started to miss talking to Chan. They may have been living in the same house, but they weren't living together.
The main reason Chan was avoiding Minho was because of his own confusion and frustration. After Minho had confessed to him about his feelings, he wasn't sure what to think of him. He was stuck thinking about Minho all the time now, trying to figure out what exactly it was he was feeling towards the angel. Was it just platonic and friendly love or was it something else? This slump in their relationship they were having made everything all the more confusing for him. Could he really like Minho if it was this easy to get mad at him?
These were all things that he wasn't sure how to find the answers for, so he did what he thought would be best. He decided to talk to Dr. Baek.
"Good afternoon, Chan. It's good to see you," she smiled as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He walked over to the sofa that was sat a couple feet in front of the door. "How are you doing today?" She stood from her desk to sit in the chair that was placed in front of the sofa to make a friendlier setting for Chan.
Chan sat for a moment, thinking about how he should properly respond to the question. "Um... not great, actually," he nodded, pressing his lips in a line and nodded his head slowly. He was going to be honest with her since there was no way she could help him if he lied.
"Oh?" She cocked her head to the side with curiosity. "And why is that? What's going on?"
"Well, there's a lot, actually..." he started. He felt awkward vocalizing his concerns, especially of this kind, but he knew he needed to if he wanted to figure out his mind. "So, I guess I should start out with the fact that I'm bi. It's kind of important for context." He looked up for her reaction, but there was none. She was just looking at him, waiting for him to continue. It made him feel a little better, seeing that there at least wasn't a negative reaction. "So, anyways, um... you remember that friend I was telling you about last time I saw you? The one that went missing?"
"Oh, yes. Was he found?"
"Yeah, he came back," Chan explained. He wasn't going to go into much detail about everything, seeing as he wasn't going to say, 'yeah, he just went to heaven briefly but he's back now'. "But the thing is, a couple days ago, last Friday, he confessed that he had feelings for me, and I'm just not sure how to feel about it, especially since he's living with me. It's just been really awkward between us."
"I see. Now, my question is, before he confessed his feelings, how did you feel about him?" She asked. She folded her hands together and placed them on her knees.
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I'm Seeing Angels | Minchan
FanfictionChan is a priest who is strong in his beliefs. But maybe, they were too strong. At least, that's what he thought when he started hearing a voice answer his questions and prayers.