ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~dear, seungmin~[7]

~Chapter 7~

September 20th, 2023: 10:05 AM,

It's been two days since Seungmin got drunk at Chan's house, and he still finds it hard to even comprehend the reality of that statement. Two days later, and he still can't stop thinking about it—about him.

There were several things that occupied his mind, but the main one was the absence of memory surrounding the end of their shared night together. He was still unsure of what really happened despite the story Chan told him.

When he asked Chan the next day at the hospital, he quickly brushed it off with a half-assed story, claiming he had cried because of the movie they watched. He even went so far as to explain his very alarming reaction by saying it was because he was afraid of embarrassing him.

It almost sounded plausible, but Seungmin was still skeptical. Even if he cried, he wasn't convinced that was all that happened. He was so obsessed that he couldn't stop his mind from reliving the night over and over, desperately trying to piece together any memory he could.

"Hello, anybody home??" Jeongin chuckled, waving his hand slightly in Seungmin's face to grab his attention. "Bro, it's your turn to order."

"Shit. Can I get one Ice Americano, medium—large, please?" he ordered.

"Oh, large...Americano. Am I finally rubbing off on you??" Jeongin laughed as he pulled out his card and paid for their order.

"That's funny because I've been drinking Iced Americano since before we even met," Seungmin scoffed, picking up his bag and walking over to an empty table to sit.

"What—we literally met when we were six!!" Jeongin softly yelled out, bowing quickly to the cashier and accepting the receipt before joining him. 

It was Wednesday, and if it were any other week, Seungmin would already be on his way to the hospital to visit his father. However, Jeongin had randomly insisted on grabbing coffee together, and he really didn't give him a chance to refuse his offer.

Jeongin was his best friend, and it didn't take much for him to notice when something was on his mind. This situation with Chan really bothered him. Seungmin didn't even understand what was so bothersome about it all. Why couldn't he just accept Chan's answer as true and move on? Moving on meant he had to forget, and Seungmin had no intention of ignoring that night.

Maybe it was so difficult for him to accept because he secretly expected more—expected something bigger, something worth the reaction Chan gave him. It was almost disappointing to find out it was only because he cried—once again.

"So, are you finally going to let me in on whatever is bugging you so bad??" Jeongin asked calmly, swirling his straw around his cup as he looked up at Seungmin slightly. The waitress had brought their order over a few minutes ago, but Seungmin was too distracted to notice. "Ooor, I can beg if you want me to be annoying about it," he added with a slight smirk.

"No, please don't," Seungmin pleaded, quickly focusing his attention on Jeongin.

"Fine, only if you tell me what's wrong," he smiled before lightly sipping his drink.

Seungmin sighed as he matched him and took a sip of his coffee. His face instantly contorted in displeasure when he tasted the bitter liquid. He never actually grew to the flavor of coffee; he'd only started drinking it once his senior year of college began. Jeongin had spoken so highly about it, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.

He only tried the drink that one time and never intended to try it again—until shortly after his father was hospitalized, and he needed some way to cope. In his mind, he was convinced that a caffeine addiction was much better than an addiction to alcohol.