Soulmate production [Chan x Reader]

[4] - Lavender

A pounding headache wakes you up in the morning. You immediately move your hand to rub your forehead. It's impossible for you to sit up straight without feeling dizzy, so you grab your phone.

Max

Could you
bring me a
glass of water?
- 11:00am

I need to
talk to you
anyway.
- 11:02am

Right after reading his text, he enters your room calmly and places a glass of water on your bedside table, then sits down on the very edge of your bed.

"Are you capable of listening right now?", he asks you in quite an usual tone.

It's not generally unusual, but for him it is. He normally refuses to speak to you calmly. Plus, when he wants to talk, he doesn't care if you're feeling good enough to do so.

"I guess so. Can you tell me what happened?", you ask him nervously.

It scares you to think that you randomly passed out at a bar at night. You wonder what would've happened if Chris hadn't been there. Also, who ended up bringing you home?

"I think you should start with that. What were you doing there? And who was that man? Why were you wearing his jacket?", he begins interrogating you.

You can't be as mad at him as you'd like to be, because this time it actually makes sense for him to ask you these questions.

"He's a friend of mine named Chris. He was the one who gave me that jacket back inside the club. You remember?", you explain.

Max raises his brow in disbelief,
"Ah. And how long have you known this 'friend' of yours?"

You scratch your head,
"A few days..."

Max rolls his eyes at you,
"Are you serious? You're hanging out with some man you barely even know, and then you wonder how you possibly could've gotten drugged? You're so stupid."

Your eyes widen in shock,
"What do you mean I got drugged??"

"The police came and checked your drink. They found leftovers of sleeping pills. This guy, Chris or whatever, used your phone to call me", he elaborates.

"And you think he would've called you after drugging me? Why the hell would he do that? He's got no reason to. Plus, you don't know him at all!"

"Oh, and you do? After like... three days? Come to your senses you stupid idiot", he begins to shout.

"Why the hell are you insulting me?!"

"Why the fuck are you defending him?!"

Suddenly you turn silent. Technically, Max has every right to be worried and skeptical. But you're 100% sure that Chris has absolutely nothing to do with this. You know he's not that type of person. Plus, you would've noticed him putting drugs in your drink. It must've happened before you received it. But you can't remember who else was inside that bar besides Chris and the bartender. Also, what reason do they have? Would they have taken you with them if Chris hadn't shown up? Just the thought alone makes you shiver.

"It wasn't Chris. I know that for sure", you state calmly.

Max sighs and shakes his head, but gives up on trying to argue with you. He hands you the glass and asks you to drink. He watches you for a little while.