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-thirteen-

"What'd he say?" WooBin questions, casually stirring his drink.

"Huh? What'd who say—oh—you mean—you mean ChangBin?" EunChae struggles to snap back into reality after reading ChangBin's latest message.

"Yeah—what'd he say? You had me help you write out the questions for him—by hand—on a napkin—I'm just curious what he said. I mean—in my defense I have a feeling a good chunk of his choice words were probably about me." WooBin glances up at her before lifting his cup to take a sip.

"Here." EunChae gently slides her phone towards him, not at all concerned about him touching it. She's not a fan of others using her things, but he doesn't really bother her.

EunChae: ChangBin... it's EunChae... I just wanted to ask you something.

ChangBin: don't know how you got my number... Chan may murder me... but go for it.

EunChae: he didn't mean any of it... did he? I swear it was your voice in the background saying he's a liar...

ChangBin: last night? Look... last night was a goddamn mess that shouldn't have happened. JiSung and I left him alone for two minutes with his phone... it was our fault. He was way too drunk.

ChangBin: but... no... he didn't mean any of it. At least not the stuff about you. The stuff about that WooBin guy... maybe... he was pretty pissed. But his feelings aren't important in relation to that guy.

ChangBin: Chan has no power over who you end up with. If you end up with that guy, then good for you. Chan can't stop that.

EunChae: if it was all a lie... then why has he said some of it so many times...

ChangBin: look... you didn't hear this from me... I'm literally going to delete the message off my phone after I send it so Chan can never see it...

ChangBin: he loves you so fucking much. You are literally the only thing that gets him through the day, but he's so worried about his spotlight hurting you that he just keeps pushing you further and further away in hopes of protecting you.

ChangBin: his goddamn room is covered in shit revolving around you. You're old pictures, old presents you gave him. All those little notes you'd write him while we were all in the studio together and you were too uncomfortable with us to talk. Everything is in his room on display like a goddamn museum.

"He's obsessed with you. Literally obsessed with you. Is that level of obsession healthy?" WooBin slides her phone back towards her.

"I mean—I'm kinda the same way—maybe worse." EunChae admits shyly, her eyes lingering in ChangBin's last message. She knows she has to respond, but with what?

"I didn't mean it in a mean way—I promise—I had no idea—" WooBin stumbles over his own words, disappointed in himself for messing up.

"Oh—no—I wasn't offended or anything. I know it's not a normal thing. He was my only friend growing up, so I've always been super attached to him. When he first started pushing me away I had to go to drastic measures to get my fix of him—which meant making every part of my life have some sliver of him in it. I don't care about your comment—I'm more lost about what to say to him." EunChae nods at her phone, his thoughts racing and playing with an endless number of ridiculous possibilities.

"What do you want to say?" WooBin asks, taking a sip of his drink. His head snaps in the direction of footsteps as someone brings them the food they ordered.

"Thank you." WooBin smiles brightly as he happily takes the plate from them.

"I want to tell him I'm shocked—that I never expected him to actually keep it all—but at the same time I don't want to. I want to pretend that I knew he kept them—I want to seem confident—but I'm not." EunChae explains softly, unsure of how to handle the situation.