"It's just sexual attraction, nothing more. I'm happy with Minho.."
"I truly love Chan.. but why do I feel this way.."
Minho and Chan are more than sure that the feelings they have for each other are real and genuine love. Their wedding is approach...
"Minho!" Chan immediately yelled, having stepped into the house after his shift and slamming the front door shut.
The younger had gone home about five hours ago, and now that his own work day was over, he was able go back as well.
However, he was still boiling on the inside at the way his fiancé had spoken to him for no reason what so ever today, as well as having randomly started smoking again.
"Get the hell out of our room and come talk to me Minho!" He yelled when he didn't find anymore in the living room.
And again, no-one answered, making him sigh deeply. He was truly hurt and upset by the other's weird and sudden behaviors. He's been acting a little weird in general lately, but today was the cherry on top, the icing on the cake.
A little controlled by anger, he took the few steps needed to their shared bedroom and slowly opened the door, when for the second time today, he froze immediately.
Minho, he was crying. He was hugging his knees and actually crying on one side of the bed.
"Minho?!" His expression changed right away as he hurried to the bed and without a second thought, forgot about his anger and engulfed his fiancé in a tight embrace filled with warmth.
Seeing the younger crying out of sadness or any other negative emotion was a rarity. Whenever it happened, even if Chan was outrageous, his heart would shatter in the matter of a few seconds, and he'd forget about having been upset in the first place.
"Baby, why are you crying?!"
Minho only shook his head, his sobs getting more hoarse, worse and breaking his fiancé apart who had to see him in this state. It wasn't fun when the younger was like this. Especially since they had had a fight earlier.
Chan's body petrified when his fiancé broke the claps around his knees and looked up at him with those swollen, red eyes which were filled with tears. His cheeks were damp, a red arc of a blush covering them as he was ashamed for crying like this. He couldn't help it.
It felt degrading, he hated being in this vulnerable state infront of others. But Chan was going to be his husband, of course he was going to see him like this more often.
He raised his arms to the stunned boy's face, cupping his cheeks and softly sunning his thumbs against the smooth skin, breaking down into more sobs and wails.
"I-I'm s-sorry! I'm s-so sorry Chan–nie..!"
Chan was in shock, unable to respond with a single word at first as the younger caressed his cheeks. His expression of surprise didn't change, he didn't make a single move, but his eyes teared up in no time.
