Remedy

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I can't do this...

This is scary.

What if he hurts me?

Those were the type of thoughts that filled Seungmin's mind.

  Seungmin stood in front of the cafe, visibly shaking, clutching his lyric book. His feet seemed glued to the ground, a terrible weight, pushing down on the singer's shoulders. He was frozen, eyes wide with fear. Somehow, in his head everything sounded perfectly fine but the second he arrived to the small cafe, Seungmin was overwhelmed with dread and anxiety.

  "Seungmin, relax. I'm here with you, yeah? I won't let him do anything, " an almost forgotten voice called from next to him. "If you want, we can turn back around. Let me cancel for you-"

"Chan, it's fine. You don't have to do that for me. I-i need to do this sooner or later. I might as well get this over with. But... Can... Can you hold my hand? "

Chan's eyes widened and his face flushed pink, coughing in surprise. "I'm sorry, what? "

"I'm not saying it again bitch. Just do it, " Seungmin said, turning his face away and extending his hand. He felt a wave of tingles pulse through his body as the older's and his hands made contact and intertwined.

  Something had changed, Seungmin had realized. Lately, he would feel a not-so-subtle fluttering feeling in his stomach when the producer was near. And no matter how much he tried to ignore it, he couldn't.

For some reason, Seungmin felt like this feeling was already there, just hidden under layers of unrequited love and sorrow.

But now that all of that had faded away...

Seungmin liked Chan.

And he liked him a little too much.

It felt suffocating, in a way. Seungmin couldn't seem to hide or run from the feelings.

You would think that that would be exciting for him, but all Seungmin felt was fear. Fear that the same thing that happened with Lee Know and Han would happen with Chan.

Seungmin didn't want to feel like that again.

  The bell dinged, signalling the arrival of the two, causing a certain black-haired boy to turn his head in expectance.

Slowly and painfully, Seungmin was led by Chan over to the table. He bowed and quietly thanked Chan for pulling a seat out for the singer. Avoiding eye contact with the boy, Seungmin began to fiddle with Chan's fingers in his lap, slightly leaning into the older's touch.

"Seung-"

"Normally i don't interrupt but I'm going to set some boundaries, " Chan butter in, cutting off the man. "You, under no circumstances, will lay a single finger on Seungmin. Nor will you address him using any nicknames and you will discontinue trying to contact him. "

"Chan-" Seungmin tried to intersect his words but Chan continued nevertheless.

"If I hear about you doing any of this I will not hesitate to make sure you get reprimanded and stopped from participating in any activities with your group for a very long time. You hurt my Seungmin. He's too important to let you off the hook. "

'My Seungmin' Seungmin whispered back to himself.

Wow.

"Okay... " Wooyoung responded quietly, slumping in his seat a bit. Seungmin finally lifted his head up and noticed the look Wooyoung held in his eyes. He looked sullen and almost lifeless. There was a certain droop in his shoulders that led Seungmin to believe that the other truly felt guilty.