groupie

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"What the hell are you doing?" ChangBin rubs at his eyes as he steps into the living room. He glances over at the clock before looking back at Chan.

"Nothing." Chan mumbles, sniffling as he trails his fingers over his collection of old polaroids.

"Nothing my goddamn ass. Han JiSung!" ChangBin calls out for the youngest, not caring that it's nearing three in the morning and their neighbors probably won't appreciate it.

"What? I was sleeping." JiSung pouts, but slips out of his room to join them.

"Have you seriously still not texted her?" JiSung groans the moment he sees Chan's state.

"No." Chan shakes his head, picking up one of his favorite pictures to examine it closer.

"She debuts tomorrow. She literally got you through your training period and you haven't even said a word to her since. Isn't that an asshole move? Like—I get it—I do—but at the same time—I don't get it." JiSung falls down on the ground next to him, reaching out to grab a picture.

Both boys have seen them all—every single one of them. They've seen the countless videos saved on Chan's computer and his phone of their adventures together. There is nothing they don't know about—with the exception of a single night—the night before his debut. They know about the cake and the picnic under the stars, but that's it. They don't know what happened after that—and he won't let them know. He won't tell them how bad he messed up.

"Wait—why is your phone unlocked—why is her messages up—did you finally say something?" ChangBin is quick to snatch Chan's phone up before he can grab it.

"Are you kidding me—she messaged you—she messaged you to tell you she's debuting. She honestly thinks you forgot her. Holy fuck—if only she knew the goddamn truth." ChangBin tosses Chan's phone down into his lap.

"Don't hate on him too much. I get it—and I don't." JiSung rambles, still half asleep, but wanting to take part in the discussion anyway.

"You already said that. There's literally nothing to get. He's ignoring her because he's being a pussy. He's afraid of actual commitment—unless it's to a damn song." ChangBin rolls his eyes, truly not in the mood for any of the drama, but knowing he needs to be there for Chan—even if it's an ongoing thing that will never end unless Chan finally steps up.

"I'm still shocked you didn't cave when she came to the fan sign. Even after you ghosted her she's still supporting you. She's more loyal than anyone I've ever met. Most people would just let you drop from the face of the earth if you did that to them—but she's still spending a shit ton of money on you only to get a cold shoulder in return. You're a literal ass." JiSung finally manages to add to the conversation, his sleepiness fading a bit.

"Can you two just go the hell away? If I wanted your input I would've asked for it." Chan folds his arms on the coffee table and rests his head on top of them, hiding his face from the two prying boys.

"We are genuinely concerned for your well being. Like—seriously concerned. Your shrine is getting to be a bit much." ChangBin shivers at the memory of the intensive set up Chan has in his room in memory of their friendship.

"Why won't you just talk to her? I mean—yeah—you were the biggest asshole in the world just tossing her aside once we actually started to make a name for ourselves—but if you tell her why you did it—I'm sure she would understand." JiSung attempts to appease Chan's frustrations with them, but fails miserably.

"Just leave me the hell alone. You have no idea how hard it was to abandon her. How fucking hard it was to just leave her behind when she became my only ray of hope. Now I have to stand on the sidelines and watch her achieve her dreams while I have to live with the pain of having done nothing to support her. I'm going to the studio—don't fucking follow me." Chan collects his things in a frustrated haze before slipping his shoes on and disappearing into the night.