Frozen (Khai/Third)

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Author's note: Continuation of Un/ Khai/ Third story. Sometimes I wonder why I can't stop myself from writing. It wasn't supposed to be this long. Anyway, what's done is done. Enjoy 😅💚

Un was standing in front of Khai's apartment, ready to pick up Third's things. His shorter friend insisted on joining him, but he firmly refused, knowing he would give in to that asshole's pleads. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the door. Nothing happened for a while, though he heard the shuffling from inside. He banged on the door with more force and didn't stop till they opened, revealing pale-looking, exhausted Khai. 

"I am here for Third's things," Un spoke up, eyeing the man in front of him. He was searching the area behind him like he expected someone to be there. 

"He didn't come with me." He announced, pushing Khai away and walking inside the apartment. He looked around, frowning. 

"You didn't pack Third's things?" Un asked, amused. 

"Did you think I was joking? Or did you thought you would talk Third out of it?" He spat angrily, turning around to face Khai. He was startled. Khai's face was paler than before, eyes glistering with unshed tears and that sad expression on his face, make him look quite pitiful. Did he finally understand what Third meant to him? Un was still not convinced enough, deciding to dig further. 

"Nevermind, where is his room? I am going to do it myself." He huffed, turning his back to Khai again, walking around to search for the right room. The other man didn't say anything, letting him roam around, following him like a lost puppy. It was when he entered Third's room and started to put clothes inside the suitcase Khai spoke up. 

"Is he really going to move in with you?" 

"I wasn't joking, Khai. You act like a dick to him 24/7. You don't care how he feels." Un, faced him as he grabbed another shirt from the wardrobe. Khai seems to be frozen on the spot as his words dig deep inside his heart. 

"I do care for him." He murmured, avoiding the eye contact with Un.

"What a weird way to show it. You are hurting him repeatedly, and you are not even ashamed of it. Did you think I would ignore it forever? Third is special to me, and I will not stay still any longer." Un declared, waiting for a reaction. He had to be sure Khai won't hurt his tiny friend anymore. 

"If you have nothing to say, then go away, and let me work. I don't want to stay here longer than necessary." He growled, putting more clothes in the open suitcase. 

"Are you two dating?" Khai held Un's arm, stopping him from continuing. 

"Whether we are dating or not is not your business." He shook off Khai's hand, challenging him with a raised eyebrow. He was watching Khai's face changing from shocked to angry in a flash. 

"It's my fucking business! Third is mine." Khai growled, making Un laugh. 

"Your's? Are you kidding me? You don't hold ownership over Third. He's yours in what way?" Un poked Khai in the chest with his pointy finger, making him stumble back. 

"Do you like him? Don't make me laugh more." He continued to piss Khai off. 

"I do! I fucking love him!" Kahi shouted, pushing Un, ready to punch his face. 

"Then you should go, and fucking tell him. But I swear if you make him cry again, I am going to kill you and take him away from you for good." Un retorted with equal force. 

"What?" Khai asked disbelievingly. 

"I told you to go and make him yours, you stupid ignorant," Un repeated, pointing at the door. 

"He's waiting for you." He added, shaking his head, watching Khai running out of the room and slamming the entrance door behind him. 

"At least one of us will have a happy ending," Un muttered, walking to the living room and turning on the TV as he waited for the future couple to come back. 

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