24 reasons to hold on to you | 3Racha

Chapter 11

After the meal, Chan helped Changbin up cautiously and walked slowly with him to his room, which made Changbin quite insecure.

"What... why aren't we going to Jisung's room?" he asked so quietly and miserably that it almost broke Chan's heart.

"I just want you to pack some things, Binnie. Don't worry!"

Before Chan had even finished speaking, Changbin opened his mouth to protest. Because in his head, everything that had happened since they had left the hospital, made him think of something completely different and made him instantly worried.

His thoughts were misplaced and the only explanation for him, why Chan and Jisung acted so strange was that they wanted to take him to a mental hospital.

That they were afraid that he had wanted to take his life and no longer knew how to deal with him.

Which wasn't the case at all. He had just wanted to suppress all the chaos and fear. And had wanted to silence the voice in his head that had blamed Chan for everything.

He hadn't planned to split his leg, let alone drink so much alcohol that he had to experience alcohol poisoning.

"Baby, breathe. It's all right. Do you trust me when I say it's going to be much better than anything you're just making up in your head?" Chan asked softly, cupping Changbin's face with both hands and kissing him gently.

"I... o-of course I trust you... but," Changbin whispered and his voice trembled clearly.

"No but, my angel. It's a surprise, that's why I don't want to tell you yet, okay? And if you can do this alone, I would quickly put a few more things in my suitcase," Chan replied quietly but firmly. He didn't quite understand what was going on in Changbin's head, but he succeeded in mentioning his own suitcase.

"All right," Changbin murmured softly and leaned for a moment against the older, who lovingly caressed his back and pressed a kiss on his temple.

"Let's go. Otherwise it will get too late."

Changbin took a deep breath and rubbed his head against Chan's chest before he pulled away from him and entered his room.

He looked around in amazement. His memories of the night were incredibly blurry and patchy, but his room had definitely not been so clean and tidy.

When he turned to thank Chan, however, he realized that he had already disappeared, which made him alone with the strange feelings in his heart.

Somehow he felt a terrible mixture of guilt, humility and gratitude and tears gathered in his eyes.

He had behaved terribly. And even though Chan and Jisung had been through exactly the same thing he had, they hadn't even begun to behave like him. They had even eliminated his chaos. Not even the blood stain on his carpet was visible anymore.

Almost angrily, he wiped his tears aside and swore to himself to deal with the whole situation differently from now on.

Sighing, he pulled his suitcase out of the closet and put it on the bed. Chan hadn't said what to pack, which is why he threw clothes in relatively indiscriminately. Some sweaters, pants and shirts, as well as underwear, sleeping-and training clothes.

More or less satisfied with it, he made his way to the bathroom to pack everything necessary. He had completely forgotten that Chan and Jisung had brought most of it to the hospital and that it was still in the bag next to the front door.

He almost ran into Jisung when he jerked around to get the things out of his hospital bag. A stabbing pain in his leg reminded him that he should probably make slower movements in the near future.