brat // bang chan

chapter twenty-nine

this new me

lee miyeon

"oh my god! it's felix's sister!" someone shouts. i do my best to keep my head down, gasping slightly when i feel a hand on my arm, pulling me towards the screaming crowd. before i had time to panic, an even stronger arm wraps around my other one, practically yanking me in the other direction.

"stay behind the guards." he speaks harshly. chan.

"yeah. i got it." i scoff, shaking his grip off of me.

"it doesn't look like it." he retorts.

"not right now you two." minho suddenly walks between us, creating distance between chan and i. thankfully, we weren't far off from sanctuary, all of us quickly squeezing into the cars that would take us to our hotel. i climbed in first, chan moving to follow in after, only to be stopped by minho, who took his place instead.

"what are you, the contact police now?" chan scoffs as he closes the door behind him.

"if you two keep acting like this i'm gonna have to get certified." minho retorts, pulling a chuckle from me. "i don't know why you guys are fighting again, but do it behind closed doors." he lectures.

"yeah, i don't know either. maybe ask miyeon, she's the one who's been looking at me like i've done something." chan argues, causing me to look over at him with wide eyes.

"so you get to act like an asshole all day, and i can't be mad about it?"

"an asshole? i wasn't doing anything." his face contorts into confusion.

"do you honestly think that?" i ask.

"i do. please enlighten me. what did i do?" minho groans, plopping his face in his hands as chan and i continue to fight.

"you were getting pissed at anyone who tried to tell you to take it easy. i mean, i was just trying to help and you couldn't be bothered to even take that into consideration."

"i'm not a baby. i don't need other people to tell me my limits." he growls.

"that's exactly what i'm talking about chan! no one is trying to tell you your limits! people just care about you! is that so hard for you to understand?" i snap. chan falls silent at that. "i know that you're capable of going a couple of days on no sleep. i know that you can push through pain, but you shouldn't fucking have to, chan! but whatever, keep pushing away people who care about you. if that's what you want. you can stop pushing, cause trust me when i say this. i'll stay away." and with that, i lean back into my seat, crossing my arms over my chest as i fix my gaze on the window, watching the city of japan fly past.

"don't look at me. you heard her." minho says. i could only assume chan was looking at him for backup, but luckily, minho was on my side here.

-

my jaw was practically on the floor as i watched the concert from backstage. my expression matching all of the staff's as we watch chan's first performance after his injury. and boy, was he making it memorable. to stays, it looked like he was making up for lost time, but for anyone who knew him personally, he was acting out. even the members on stage with him were trying their hardest to not make a scene.

chan was dancing with so much passion, so much in fact that he decided to take off half of his concert attire. flirting tirelessly with any stay who would make eye contact with him. the manager definitely wasn't happy with him, and for once, i agreed. but luckily, this was the last song, and the concert was finally over.

"unfortunately..." chan's voice echos through the arena, followed by hundreds of thousands of disappointed fans, not wanting the concert to come to an end. but before i knew it, the sweaty boys were making their way backstage, laughing and making jokes just like they always did after concerts. and when chan entered, i made it a point to leave, after we made eye contact.

"miyeon!" felix calls out just before i leave. i turn around, felix mouthing an 'are you okay?'. i nod in response, sparing chan, who was already looking at me, one last glance before walking out.

"could you take me back to the hotel?" i ask one of the drivers.

"you're not going to dinner?" he asks, furrowing his brows.

"no. i'm tired." i fake a yawn.

"alright." the driver nods. "let's go."

-

"changbin, i'm not switching rooms with you." i deadpan, the exhausted looking boy standing in front of my door with a pout.

"i don't want to switch. can i sleep on your floor?" he asks, my eyes widening in surprise.

"my floor— why?" i question.

"i'm not really a fan of people trying to have sex in the same room as me." his words shocked me, and i found myself stepping to the side to let him in.

"w-what?"

"sorry— i shouldn't have said anything... i'm just annoyed. he knows we have another concert tomorrow, yet here he is, bringing in some random girl." changbin scoffs.

"he's— he's with a girl?"

"i'm sorry, i'm really tired, don't listen to me." he waves me off, already making a small bed on the floor.

"changbin— is he actually with a girl?" i ask.

"yes. i know it's not what you want to hear— with whatever you two had going on. i'm sorry..."

"it's... fine. i'm just gonna take a shower..." i quickly turn away from him, not wanting him to see the pathetic tears that dared to fall from my eyes. and i quickly rushed into the bathroom. sighing as i leaned against the door, only to be jolted off of it as the ringing of my phone echos through the bathroom.

chris bang bang :p

why is he calling me when he's with another girl? i scoff, fully prepared to decline the call, but curiosity got the better of me, and i found myself answering the call, bringing the phone to my ear, not saying anything, just listening.

laughter. laughter was the first thing i heard. his laugh, and a girls laugh. oh shit. he didn't mean to call me.

"god you're such a tease." the girl's voice sends shockwaves through my body. hang up.

"don't act like you don't like it." he growls in response, the shuffling of some sort of fabric could be heard over his low, seductive voice. hang up.

"less talking, more— oh fuck yes-"

call ended.

fuck.

fuck you bang chan.