Break in | Bangchan Fanfic

27.

"Why did you stop painting, Y/n? For real?" His words snapped you back to present, as Bangchan stared at the painting of your childhood. You were quiet, before you finally spoke staring at him seldomly. "I had expectations to meet, people to prove things to. I didn't need a distraction, to make me change my paths."

He gazed at you, in a different light before he grabbed your hand in his, speaking up softly. "You make me so proud, I feel honoured to have you in my life Y/n, I hope you know this." His words clogged your breath in your throat. You shook your head, bitter words lingering your tounge. "Don't be so attached to someone you haven't even known for a month Chan. I am not some stone that will be around forever, I am a wilting flower. " You said seriously.

His eyes were hurt, but he shook his head. "What are you hiding, Y/n?" Your eyes slid away from him, landing on the painting of a crying boy under moonlight. "You don't need to know." God, but he needed to, he needed to know.

His eyes followed yours, falling on the gloomy painting that tried to speak in a language he didn't understand. He whispered before he could realise he did, "What does that painting mean? It isn't something happy from what I see." You gave him a half-hearted smile, nodding. "It isn't indeed a happy painting."

"It is future." You glanced up from the painting, stealing a look at him as you spoke up, "If You're around for a while, I am pretty sure you will know the meaning yourself." You will know once I am not around.

Bangchan gazed at the painting, his eyes following the gaze of himself in the painting. The boy who was crying, a smile on his face he stared at a brightly lit star in the sky. His eyes gazed at star with an emotion, that made his stomach drop. Why would he look as if he lost a reason to live?

A thousand thousand raced through his mind, as he tried to put all kinds of theories. There was no happiness, no content, no sweetness in a painting, almost suffocating with dark emotions, that scared him. He felt scared for something he didn't even know. Fear of unknown.

He didn't know what the painting meant, but a part of him didn't want to either. On the other hand he was dying to know the meaning of it too. He smiled determined, "Perhaps it isn't a happy painting, perhaps you might hide things from me."

He gazed at you intensely, "Perhaps it might hurt, perhaps being around me rubs on your nerves, but I am ready to wait. I will wait for however longer you can make me wait." His hands lifted up to your cheeks. He smiled softly, "but at the end, I will make you happier even if it's the last thing I do." He swore a sincere promise, touching your forehead with his. He whispered, "I may not be perfect, I may have problems with sleeping, I may have insecurities, I may frustrate you, But I still I will be selfish enough to ask you to stay."
He smiled, looking in your eyes, promising. "I am not sure, why you are putting distances between us, But I will burn down every obstacle that keeps us away."

He licked his lips and his breath tickled your face, making goosebumps rise across your skin. Your eyes fell on his lips, and a desire to touch them rose up your heart. You mumbled, "Then perhaps you should burn me down first." Your eyes stoning up, you pushed him away. He shook his head, "You are not an obstacle Y/n, you are my destination."

Your hands clenched, so did your jaw. "You don't just get it, do you?" He was about to speak up, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He released you from his grip, looking at the person calling him. Your eyes fell on the caller ID.

My Luc.

Bangchan glanced at you, smiling as he waved his phone. "I will have to take this call, Lucas can get pretty irritated if I don't listen to him." You sighed, nodding.

Bangchan gave you an apologetic look, before he quickly picked up the call. You saw his brows furrow, and he frowned concerned. "Okay, I will be there soon." He hastily cut the call, explaining he needed to go due to an emergency.

He hurriedly left, almost running.

Your brows furrowed. What the hell happened?

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You slouched down on your office chair. It was nearly 4:30 in evening and just wanted to go back home and rest. Just one appointment left, and you will be free to go.

The door creaked open after a knock, and you sat straight. Apparantly the last patient was a teenage boy who had hit his forehead whilst playing football, and had came today to get his reports back. But what you didn't expect was to see the boy enter with another boy his age.

"Noona?" Lucas asked surprised, seeing you sitting on doctor's chair. You were astonished for a while, before snapping out of it, you asked, "Lucas? What are you doing here?" He smiled sheepishly gesturing towards his friend, "Well, his parents weren't free enough to assist him to the hospital so I decided to help out." You nodded at him, before discussing his friends condition with both of them.

When the time to leave came, you couldn't help yourself as you called Lucas out. "Lucas, wait!" He turned back confused as to why you were suddenly calling him out. "Yes?"

You hesitated for a while, before asking. "Why did you call Bangchan yesterday?" You couldn't get his hasty leave out of your mind. He looked bewildered, "What do you mean noona?"

Your brows furrowed, "Didn't you call Bangchan, telling him about some emergency?" Lucas looked at you baffled, "Why would I call him if their is an emergency? I would more likely call my mom, noona."

He shook his head, looking confused as hell, "I haven't called him for like 1 whole week straight. See." He showed you his call records to explain.

Your heart dropped to your stomach at his evidences. You forced a smile, "uh, Alright then. It might be someone else, You can go now." As soon as he left the room, you felt the smile slip off your face. You frowned, he had clearly said he was talking to Lucas.

Bangchan, whom were you talking to?
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You guys Better consider yourself lucky that I am so bored that I am just writing and posting today. I am gonna go to sleep for real how, I feel so sleepy I wrote this with hooded eyes lmaoo...

Questions questions questions, but no answers, isn't it?💀💀