Open My Eyes | Hyunchan

four

Hyunjin had knocked on Chan's door an hour after his bath. He had spent that hour worrying about what he should wear, if he should do his hair, what to do with makeup, should he bring something like a gift?

He ended up wearing a black skirt that went halfway down his thigh, knee-high plain black socks, and a shirt that had a rude message on it (a/n the outfit is at the bottom). He decided to leave his blonde hair alone and do nothing with it, letting it fall along his face. 

He also went in hands empty as he knocked on the door again. He knew Chan had been at a job interview but that was over two hours ago and ended with Felix and Bin fucking, so he got partially confused as to why no one was answering the door.

He gave up on knocking and went inside the apartment, no one was anywhere. He checked all the rooms and started to worry, the window was left wide open. What if he jumped? No, Chan didn't seem like he was anything near suicidal. If anything, Chan seemed like he would go out of his way and help the people that were suicidal.

A figure was laying up against the wall when he looked outside, the figure's hair was obviously dyed to be a blonde like his own, as the black roots were starting to show at the top. Broad shoulders, and little clothing covered the figure's body. They reminded him of Chan.

Wait.

He rushed out the door and shut it with a bang behind him, rushing towards the figure he hoped wasn't Chan. 

It was. 

The passed out figure with bruises all over his face was his neighbor, Chan laid there with a bloody forehead and a slightly off set nose. He couldn't deny that the other male looked quite handsome but he also couldn't help but worry what had happened.

Did he get in a fight?

That was the first thing he thought as he managed to swing Chan's arm around his shoulder and waddled him to apartment number 2, gaining weird looks from people walking by.

He shrugged them off, he had a lifetime to be used to weird looks but he still couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking. Probably some homophobic and transphobic bullshit, he was, after all, wearing a skirt. 

He shoved it aside as he made their way up the steps, steps that seemed to last forever with the weight on his shoulders. Literally. Chan didn't even wake up. Like how (accidentally wrote hot there) the fuck does one do that?

He laid the passed out god on his bed and went to the bathroom, seeing if there were any band-aids, like that would help. Instead, he found some antibiotic cream in a small bottle, three different boxes of bandages and band-aids, and some alcohol-free wipes. Going back to where Chan lay and placing the stuff on the tiny nightstand after he washed his hands.

There was a red mood lamp so he turned it on, the room being dim without it: but the entire atmosphere changed with the red light. The other's bedroom now looked like a sex dungeon of some sort. 

He grabbed the wipe and gently wiped down Chan's face, noticing features he hadn't before: the man's lips were plump, except the top lip, which indented into a little crease in the center. His nose was in the shape of a triangle, like you would see on a handsome dad in a kids cartoon. His eyebrows were softer, showing off his wider eyes. 

Chan was fucking handsome. 

He finished wiping the other's face and dabbed some ointment on his finger, bringing it across the huge scrape on Chan's forehead. He started to wonder aloud, seeing no issue in it. "What happened? Did you get in a fight, why are you all bruised. You aren't bruised anywhere other than your face."

He shook his head at Chan's stupidity, not knowing why he had been passed out. Finishing dabbing the ointment on, he placed a bandage over the eyebrow scrape, getting the bandage and wrapping it around the other's forehead. Something he knew to be entirely unnecessary but he would feel bad if he didn't at least do something for the man's head.

He sighed, going to the kitchen to make a quick dinner and grab some milk for the man he was now thinking to be sort of stupid. 

Chan had been awake when Hyunjin laid him on the bed, he didn't open his eyes until footsteps were heard in the kitchen and the taller mumbled something about food. He didn't expect such kindness from the man he had just met, but he understood. He would've done the same.

He didn't sit up, he was exhausted. The stamina he had for the past sixty hours had already been running thin, it was no secret he was going to pass out. 

He hated himself for it.

Why couldn't he of slept, then he wouldn't be in this situation. But if he did sleep he wouldn't get this attention from Hyunjin. He's just doing it out of pity. He reminded himself, annoyed at thinking they were spending time together. 

For some reason he was still wide awake and he didn't understand it, why couldn't he just go to bed and fall asleep? Why did he have to spend so many hours wide awake and writing? Being a secret author had its perks: he could write at any time he wanted and not be pressured with dates and fans. 

He wanted that pressure though, it would make him do something. 

Hyunjin eventually came back into his room with a plate of warm turkey he had been saving for later, a cup of milk, and a couple pieces of toast. The blonde looked at him and they made eye contact, his stomach turning from hunger. 

He hadn't actually eaten in a while either.

"Good, you're awake." Hyunjin sat the plate on his lap and sat down on the other side of the bed, his skirt slightly lifting. "I made you food that helps you sleep, so eat the turkey and toast in a second. You need to drink this first." The glass of milk was lifted to his lips.

He opened them to drink it, wondering to himself why the other had went out of his way and made him something. Pity, he reminded himself.

"Thank you," he said after Hyunjin took the glass away. "But you really didn't have to do any of this. I don't need pity."

The blonde looked at him like he said something wrong. "You're that type of person, huh." He tilted his head slightly and took the milk from Hyunjin, sipping it. "You're a fucking Libra."

He snorted the milk on accident, choking slightly. "Yes?" He coughed up.

The other smiled at him, extending his hand. "I'm a Pieces, and it seems we're compatible."  

a/n
sorry I missed the update yesterday, I got busy with babysitting. So if I don't update every day or miss an update, that's the reason.

Thank you for those who are reading this, it means a lot to me to see people liking my shitty work. I will also warn you that this story is starting to become slightly fluffy, so if you like smut and fluff it looks like this is the right place then ;)

rq, do you like how sexual Changlix are or should I tone it down a bit? I know I'm going to slow down Hyunchan's relationship bc originally they were sonic.

Have you had a good day? Eaten? Drank water and milk? Slept recentally? 

Love you all!!!
(Here's Hyunjin's outfit/the skirt and shirt)