Red Lights |Hyunchan|

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Ding

"Why isn't it working?" Hyunjin asked aggressively, snapping at Chan as he smacked the back of his phone against the palm of his other hand, trying to get it to work. Chan furrowed his brows, not enjoying this new found attitude of Hyunjin's at all. "We just put it on the charger, give it a second." Chan kept his voice strangely calm despite the anger that was slowly burrowing underneath Chan's skin.

Hyunjin twirled a piece of his hair in his hands, before tugging on it, following by a ripping sound as his beautiful black locks fell to the ground.

Chan looked at the wooden floor with no emotion, Hyunjin's black hair coated the floorboard beneath them.

Ding

"Why is the phone dinging but not working?" Hyunjin asked, almost hitting the phone again before Chan grabbed hold of Hyunjin's hand, halting Hyunjin's movements.

"I don't appreciate the attitude." Chan's voice drooled to a sultry whisper. "Calm down, or I'll make you." The tone in Chan's voice made Hyunjin immediately shut up. He sighed, placing the phone down. Hyunjin was feeling very irritable, and offly sensitive. He was hungry, thirsty, and he felt disgusting. He wanted a shower. No, he wanted contact with the outside world. He was genuinely losing his mind.

The two boys were in Chan's room. Hyunjin had never seen this much of Chan's house before. His room was nice, although there wasn't much. It was bland. A double bed in the center of the room pressed against the wall, white blanks and white pillows, the window was a double window with thin white curtains closed, but due to the thinness of the curtains Hyunjin could see the stars twinkling in the night sky, the moon creating a soft glow to cast in the room. The room didn't have any decoration, just a plain white room with a wooden floor board and a desk opposite of the bed.

The two were sitting on the floor next to an outlet, trying to get Hyunjin's phone to work. The silence in the room was deafening, the only sound that could be heard was the soft hum of the air conditioning.

Hyunjin was starting to feel all his emotions pile up suddenly. He felt so confused. He almost had a connection to the outside world, go his friends that he missed and loved dearly, and now the phone refused to work.

Hyunjin twirled his hair, tugging at it again. Noticing this behaviour, Chan decided not to speak, but watch in awe as his precious Hyunjin's slender fingers worked their magic in his hair, emotions swirling in Chan's chest.

After a few more minutes of long silence, Hyunjin spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Feelings are so weird." Hyunjin whispered. Chan turned to look at him, taking noticed of his disheveled state. "Mhm." Chan hummed, leaning his head against the desk. Hyunjin licked his lips nervously, wanting to break the tension between them somehow.

But Hyunjin didn't want to pry.

But he wanted to know more.

Fuck..

"Do you stay in contact with family? Are they local?" Hyunjin asked cautiously, finally looking at Chan. He immediately regretting it. His jawline was sharp, his nose was perfectly shaped, everything.

Chan swallowed, his Adam Apple bobbing with the motion. Chan's muscles tensed slightly.

"No. No contact, either." Chan said firmly, his voice remaining quiet. Hyunjin nodded, looking forward. "I'd tell you about my parents, but you already know everything." Hyunjin said, his voice wavering at the painful memories. Chan finally looked at Hyunjin, noticing his beautiful side point of view.