Limbo

But He's Gonna Have to Wait Tonight

Lots of tears in this chapter and fluff... that's about it. 

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"Has it stopped?"

"Sung, it'll never stop if you keep taking your hand away. Here, let me." Changbin sighed, took the tissue from Han, and pressed it under his nose, using his other hand to pinch up higher. 

"Ow! Hyung, you're squeezing too hard!" 

"Stop complaining, I'm squeezing just enough to make it clot." 

"No, you're gonna break my nose, hyung. Stop it." 

Han rolled his eyes and stared up at the ceiling of the bathroom. Just his luck that he'd get a bloody nose at the most inopportune time. It couldn't have waited until he was with anyone other than Minho? It's his fault now that Minho broke down. Last time it could have been anything, but this time... it was all on him. 

"Can you hurry?" He asked, bouncing his leg from where he was sitting on the closed toilet seat, the older rapper leaning over him. 

"Hurry?" Changbin's eyebrows shot north. "Sungie, you're bleeding. You can't rush a blood clot." 

Han groaned, annoyed - unjustly, he knows - at Changbin, but mostly annoyed by himself. He blinked a few times just to be sure he wouldn't start crying again or anything and continued bouncing his leg. It was a bad habit, he knew that, but his body didn't seem to care what his mind said right now. 

Of course, Changbin picked up on it. "Are you anxious right now, Sungie?" Changbin asked, so close to Han that the younger could feel his warm breath rustle his hair. 

He was a bad liar, he knew that. And he also knew that Changbin knew him too well and thus knew that he was a bad liar as well. "Um, kind of. Not anxious. Well, I guess I'm kind of anxious, but not like that. I'm more just concerned, but not just concerned. It's... I'm rambling. I don't even know what I'm saying." 

"That's okay." Changbin shrugged, voice soft. "You're not exactly anxious, you're not exactly concerned, but you're feeling something similiar. Are you worried?"

"I guess." 

Changbin hummed, kneeling down so he was eye to eye with Han, still pinching his nose painfully. "Are you worried about Minho hyung?" 

"You weren't there last night, hyung, but something happened, and he completely dissociated and it had something to do with Seojun's face and blood and probably just the entire car crash. He couldn't even look us in the eyes without freaking out. And this morning he was doing so well and then my stupid bloody nose started and he saw it and I'm sure he immediately saw the car crash and I'm the worst friend ever, and I just suck, and he's going to hate me, and Channie hyung is going to hate me, and I hate me, and everyone should hate me because I'm the worst." Well, so much for holding tears back. 

"Sungie. Jisungie, no. This wasn't your fault. It's no one's fault but that driver who hit Seojun and Minho. And they're gone so there's no point in playing the blame game. Okay? It's not your fault." 

Han nodded, though Changbin knew it was just to satisfy him with an answer. So, as awkward as the hug would be, Changbin leaned in, giving Jisung the opening to hug him. The younger wrapped his arms around Changbin's neck and cried. He knew it wasn't helping the younger's bloody nose at all, but honestly, neither of them could really care about that. 

Eventually, Han pulled back, roughly wiping his eyes. "I want to see him. I want to see Minho."

Changbin carefully removed his hands from pinching Jisung's nose and offered him another tissue. "Don't blow, just wipe."