Butterflies | Chan ✓

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▪ Third person pov

       “Okay Changbin, I'll talk to you some other time.”

Changbin had asked when Chan plans on properly introducing them to his not so new flatmate and that's when it clicked in his mind. She was saying something about being back earlier than she usually would, but he wasn't paying that much attention to her. He quickly ended the video call, pushing himself of the swivel chair that kept spinning even when he grabbed his shirt from the bed and wallet, his phone shoved into his pockets.

He made his way towards the door, making sure it was locked afterwards. As chan raced himself to the apartment's lift, he glanced at the time again, reading that it was quarter to eleven PM.

The café she said she works at closes by ten. Why wasn't she back yet? Is this what she calls early?

As the blue haired hopped into the car, he quickly started up the engine, his hands gripping the steering wheeling tighter as he drove off, forgetting to situate his seatbelt. Chan felt a pang of guilt wash over him. He wasn't very nice the last time they talked, or pretty much everyday after he returned that night.

Wait- where was he supposed to look?  Was he supposed to pull over every time he saw a random girl walking down the street? Well, yeah. Cause that seemed like the best opinion.

He would had called her cause it was easier that way, but Minjun misplaced her phone and was too much of a caveman to get a new one. She would turn down the conversation whenever he tried bringing it up.

“Must you make things difficult?” Chan mumbled, craning his neck as he drive quite slowly. His mind reverting to the many times Minjun had ruined a lot of things by either being loud, clumsy and worst of all being annoying.

Chan stopped his front of the closed café, wondering what to do next. He didn't see her while he drove and was now fresh out of ideas. Minjun said she had no one in the city, so he couldn't think of a place she could be. Or maybe he missed her and she was now back at the apartment.

Well, she wasn't back...

Chan sighed loudly, plopping himself on the soft themed couch. He rubbed his temples, groaning under his breath. Minjun always comes back, no matter how late it was.

Well, she wasn't back...

The groggy Chan couldn't believe his eyes. Minjun's room was void of any human. He just stared blankly at the room that she was managing to keep organized.

Somewhere along the line of worrying about his flatmate, Chan had passed the fuck out.

His hand slowly slid down the door knob as several questions bombard at the same time.

Should he call the police?

Should he go out and search again?

Or maybe he should just drop it?

She might be in danger that needed his attention!

Was she even okay?

What about she has been kidnapped?

Okay, maybe he should panic!

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I should sleep
Or maybe not

Who knows the ways of humans

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