Butterflies | Chan ✓

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Third Person
Pov

       “What happened to you? Did you get attacked?”

Chan had decided to watch a movie with Minjun first and then proceed to go get his stuff from Minho's the next day, now it was confirm that she did infact want him here. That was why he left in the first place, uncertained if his presence suffocated the younger. But she just authenticated the fact that she wanted him to stay. The blue haired retreated to his room, wanting to change his shirt, when Minjun caught sight of his crimson back.

“Yeah?” Chan asserted, throwing on a new shirt. “I was, is there a problem?”

Minjun pursed her lips into a thin line, her hands balled into tight fists. “Did you see their faces? Or any prominent detail?” she assumed it was Hajoon, he was stupid enough to do that.

Her question amused the blue haired mildly. “Do you plan on fighting them?” Chan laughed, picking up the fluffy bucket hat from his desk. “Don't worry about it, it was just Minho roleplaying Satan again,” he put the hat on her head, giving it a slight pat.

“So Minho did this to you?” The brunette pushed the hat away from her face, grimacing at the ticklish effect. “Weren't you mad?”

“Nope, you gotta develop a tough skin if you're friends with Minho.”

“I never knew you'd be into pain.”

“I'm not!” Chris quickly blurted, his sudden outburst coming off as the direct opposite of what he intended. He scoffed when Minjun shot him a smug look. “Minho plays dangerously that's all,” he could list out other wild frisk the brown haired pulled with each and every one of them. “And even if I was into that, I would prefer my partner did that, not my friend.”

“Okay, I get it,” Minjun lifted her hands in a mock surrender, not really wanting to hear that much detail. “Do you need help applying ointment or something?”

“It doesn't hurt that much—”

“Alright, let me know if you need anything.”

Minjun smiled and was about to leave but Chan's next words made her halt. “Actually, I've been meaning to ask you,” the taller heaved in a breath. “You won't get upset, right?”

Minjun turned to him, genuinely confused. “I can't promise that, but I won't throw a fit if that's what you're wondering.”

“Great. . . um,” Chan fumbled with his words, debating a suitable way to beseech what he had in mind. “Have you ever considered reporting your boss?”

Minjun sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “I don't want to risk it, he might be working with the feds, you know? And if he were to find out, I'd be in big trouble or worse. . .” The brunette shut her eyes tight, trying not to think about that specific memories. “Thank you for always caring about me though, but I'm fine.”

Chan had seen that smile before, lots of time to be precise, it was all falsified. The taller huffed, enveloping her in a soft hug, his cheek resting on her mop of fluffy brown hair.

“Do you mind drinking tonight?” he changed the topic as soon as it was brought up.

Minjun melted into his embrace, pleased that she could finally get a whiff of his redolence again. He felt comfortable, like a fuzzy blanket, almost like home. “I don't see why not.”

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