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🐺🐰🐷🐶 Torn Apart, Brought Together

Main Characters: Chan, Minho, Changbin, Seungmin
Side People: Jisung, Jeongin, Hyunjin, Felix
Subject: 🔞, fluff, fast

**Title: Torn Apart, Brought Together**

Chan’s room was dimly lit, the only light coming from his computer screen as he stared blankly at the wall. His mind felt heavy, weighed down by the stress of being a leader, a producer, and a friend to eight people who were more like brothers. However, lately, everything seemed to be slipping through his fingers. His relationship with the members was strained, especially with Minho and Changbin. Tension had been building for months, and it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down.

A soft knock echoed from his door.

"Come in," Chan called, rubbing his eyes as the door creaked open. Minho entered, his expression unreadable.

"We need to talk," Minho said, his voice calm but firm.

Chan's heart sank. He knew this conversation was inevitable, but he wasn't ready for it. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be.

"About what?" Chan asked, although he already knew the answer.

"About everything," Minho responded, walking further into the room. "This… this thing between us, it's tearing the group apart."

Chan sighed heavily. “You think I don’t know that?”

Minho’s eyes darkened slightly, hurt flashing across his features. “If you know, then why are you doing this? Why are you pushing everyone away? Why are you pushing *me* away?”

Chan clenched his fists, trying to control the storm of emotions swirling inside him. "I don't know, okay? I don’t know why I'm like this lately." His voice cracked, betraying the vulnerability he was desperately trying to hide.

"You’re not the only one struggling, Chan," Minho said softly, stepping closer. "We’re all tired. We’re all under pressure. But you're shutting us out, and it’s not fair."

Before Chan could respond, the door burst open, and Changbin stormed in. His usually calm demeanor was gone, replaced by a frustrated, almost desperate expression.

"Are we seriously doing this right now?" Changbin snapped, glaring at both Chan and Minho. "All this arguing is just making everything worse."

Minho turned to face Changbin, crossing his arms. "So, what do you suggest we do then? Pretend like everything's fine? Because it’s not. It hasn't been for a long time."

"I know that!" Changbin shot back, his voice rising. "But yelling at each other isn't going to fix anything!"

As the tension in the room escalated, Chan felt like he was about to explode. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath quickening as he struggled to keep it together. The urge to lash out, to break something, overwhelmed him. But he knew that if he did, he would only make things worse.

Before he could say anything, Seungmin appeared at the doorway, his face filled with concern. He had heard the raised voices from his room and came to check on them.

“Guys, this isn’t the way,” Seungmin said softly, his calm presence a stark contrast to the storm brewing in the room. “We’re all on edge, but fighting each other isn’t going to help.”

Minho scoffed, turning away from Chan. “It’s not just about fighting, Seungmin. It’s about everything falling apart because no one’s communicating.”

“We’re communicating now, aren’t we?” Seungmin pointed out, stepping further into the room. “It’s messy, but we’re talking.”

Changbin let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Talking doesn’t change the fact that we’re all hurting.”

Chan’s chest tightened as the weight of Changbin’s words sank in. He felt responsible for their pain, for the cracks in their bond that seemed to widen with each passing day.

“I’m sorry,” Chan finally whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry for pushing you all away. I didn’t know how else to handle it.”

Minho’s eyes softened as he looked at Chan, seeing the vulnerability behind the leader’s tough exterior. “We don’t expect you to have all the answers, Chan. We just want you to talk to us. Let us help you, instead of carrying everything on your own.”

Seungmin placed a hand on Chan’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’re in this together. You’re not alone.”

The tension in the room seemed to dissipate, replaced by a heavy silence as the weight of the moment settled on all of them. Chan felt tears prick at his eyes, but he blinked them away, unwilling to break down in front of his members.

But then, Changbin’s voice cut through the silence. “We’ve all been messed up lately. Not just you, hyung.”

Chan looked up, meeting Changbin’s gaze. The pain in his friend’s eyes mirrored his own, and in that moment, Chan realized that he wasn’t the only one suffering. They were all struggling, all carrying burdens that none of them had voiced.

“I feel like I’m failing you all,” Chan admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re not,” Minho said, stepping closer. “You’re human. You’re allowed to be vulnerable. We don’t expect you to be perfect.”

Chan let out a shaky breath, feeling a weight lift off his chest. He had been carrying the weight of their expectations, his own self-doubt, and the pressure of being a leader for so long that he forgot he didn’t have to do it alone.

“We need to be honest with each other,” Seungmin said softly. “No more hiding how we feel. If we’re going to get through this, we need to face it together.”

For the first time in months, Chan felt a flicker of hope. Maybe they weren’t as broken as he thought. Maybe they could piece themselves back together, one conversation at a time.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and Jisung poked his head inside, followed by Jeongin and Hyunjin. Felix trailed in behind them, his expression worried but hopeful.

“Uh, are we interrupting something?” Jisung asked cautiously, glancing around the room.

“No,” Minho said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re just in time.”

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. “In time for what, exactly?”

Changbin smiled, the tension easing out of his shoulders. “In time for us to figure out how to fix this mess.”

Felix’s face lit up with relief, and he stepped closer to Chan, placing a hand on his back. “I knew we’d get through this.”

Jeongin nodded in agreement. “We just need to stick together, no matter how hard it gets.”

As the room filled with the rest of the group, the atmosphere shifted. The tension was still there, the hurt and pain lingering beneath the surface, but there was also something new. Something fragile, yet hopeful. They weren’t okay, not yet. But they were willing to try.

And for Chan, that was enough.

As the group sat down together, talking through their frustrations, their fears, and their hopes for the future, Chan realized that this was what they had been missing all along. Not perfection, not always having the right answers, but the willingness to lean on each other when things got tough.

They would stumble, they would hurt, but they would also heal. Together.

And that was all that mattered.