Unscripted [MINCHAN]

Day 5 : Connected

a bit inspired by Chan's solo hehe :3!

sooooo, enjoy ig (this is a bit cliche cus the writer's block is already chasing me lmao)

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As the president of the student council, Chan holds a reputation for being honest and firm. But today, sitting across from Minho, that one infamous delinquent at school, that usual mask he wears is shaken.

Minho has been in another fight, but Chan knows the truth—Minho isn't to blame. Yet, Minho sits there, looking a bit tense and defensive, his eyes darting around the room as if daring Chan to make a move on him.

"Minho," Chan's voice softens, not like his usual tone when he speaks to other students. "I know it wasn't your fault. You didn't start the fight. Am I right?"

Minho clenches his fists under the desk. He hates this—the softness in Chan's voice. It makes him sick, and makes him feel things he doesn't want to feel. Why is Chan treating him like this? Why is Chan treating him like a fragile, thin wine glass? Chan is intimidating with everyone else, so why not with him?

"Why the fuck are you acting like this?" Minho blurts out, his voice is low and harsh. "You don't treat any of those fuckers like this."

Chan blinks slowly, momentarily caught off guard. "Minho, I'm just trying to help you. I know you didn't want to be in that fight... I just want to help you, Min."

Minho's jaw tightens. "Do I look like I need your useless help?" He shoots up from the chair. "Don't 'sympathy' me, you brat."

Chan steps toward him, his hand reaching out to grasp Minho's wrist. "Minho, wait! I just want to help you! Can you please let me help? Nothing's gonna change if we don't make a move first--"

At first, Minho doesn't give a damn about whatever Chan's rambling about. He walks out on Chan, and just as he is about to grab the door's handle, Chan grips his wrist roughly. "Please?" Chan breathes out softly.

That one feeling inside Minho snaps. He turns abruptly to face Chan as he yanks his arm free, then pushes Chan hard, making his back slam against the desk. Minho's push knocks Chan aback, and Minho is in front of him in a flash, trapping Chan in, his hands grasping the desk on either side of Chan's waist.

Minho steps closer to Chan, his glare is fierce as if threatening Chan. As Minho gets closer to Chan, of course, Chan has to lean back to avoid Minho's face from getting too close to him, arching his back in the process, and his hands go to grip the edge of his desk.

"Why do you care so much?!" Minho snarls, his face inches from Chan's. "What the hell do you want from me? You must've wanted something in return, just like the shit you are."

Chan's breath hitches seeing the proximity of their faces. At this point, he can't bend his back anymore, it's his limit. "No, I don't want anything in return! It's because I'm the president. I must help those students with their struggles and give them justice!"

"Bullshit," Minho spits, his voice full of anger. "You don't act like this with anyone else. Why me? Fuck you, I know my dad's rich. What do you want? Money?"

"What? No! I don't want stuff like that, Minho!" Chan replies, now his voice exposing his panic. "I'm like this because they're the ones causing trouble!" Chan avoids Minho's glare, he's trying to stay calm despite the racing heart in his chest. "You didn't do anything wrong!"

Minho's eyes narrow, looking at Chan with suspicion. "And what makes you think I'm not like them? I was literally involved in that fight. Punish me, then."