Remedy

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  Wooyoung didn't flinch when Han opens the door. Instead, he took the opportunity to roughly shove into Seungmin who screamed out in immense pain.

That's when Han charged, yanking Wooyoung back by the hair and throwing him against the nearby wall opposite to the bed.

"YOU FUCKER! HOW DARE YOU! HOW COULD YOU YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!! -" He yelled, throwing punches left and right. Wooyoung, too delirious to fight back, only winced in pain, cowering to the floor.

  More than frightened, Seungmin curled up into a ball in the corner of the bed, heavily pressing his back against the headboard. With shaking hands, he pulled the white sheets over him, clutching on for dear life as he sobbed uncontrollably. He got so caught up in it, he ended up choking on his own spit, resulting in Han abruptly turned around and tripping over himself to get to Seungmin as quick as possible.

Han raced over, grabbing onto the younger and pulling him in as close as possible. Rubbing soothing circles on his back and whispering reassuring words into the partially-brunette's hair while he sobbed, Han started to cry as well.

He forgave him.

  More than that, he apologized. Over and over, he apologized for the way he treated him, how he wished he could erase everything and start over, how he wished that he had been a better friend to begin with. Han felt so much guilt. He hadn't felt that feeling in a while. He wanted to do nothing more than to hold the younger and for him to open his eyes and realize that this was all a dream. He wanted to spawn in a world where there was no hatred, no heartbreak, no pain or suffering.

He wanted it to be okay.

But we can't have everything, can we.

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  "So, what is he like? I'm curious as I haven't had a lot of opportunities to observe his behavior, " Chan questioned, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"Well, usually isn't like this, obviously, " Hongjoong began. "He's a very nice and outgoing person. He's friendly to everyone, easy to get along with, probably your image of a perfect friend. But... When he's drunk, that's a different story... "

"What do you mean? "

"He- normally, when he's drunk, he is very-uh- controlling. He likes to have everything his way, you know. He also tries to cling to others a bit more than usual. In fact, most of the time, he becomes very sexual but he's usually fine around people that he l- what's wrong? " Hongjoong abruptly stopped talking and reached out to Chan, who's face went white.

Backing up, Chan started to shake his head, not believing his own stupidity. "Shit... Nononono-"

"What?"

"I left them alone"

"I'm sorry but I'm not followi- shit"

  In a blink of an eye, Chan was already past the doors, and sprinting towards the stairs. In a frantic and rushed state, he starts calling out for his friend's name, opening every possible door, not stopping until he knew Seungmin was safe.

He couldn't let him get hurt.

He wouldn't let him get hurt.

Hongjoong followed close behind, and soon, the two were already at the end of the hallway on the second floor. Not bothering to use the elevator, the two ran past the metal entrance and found themselves heaving up the stairs and on the third floor.

  Upon hearing moaning, Chan tried to open a door harshly only to find it locked. But when he listened closer- wondering why it was locked, he heard what sounded like Hyunjin moaning Felix's name.