sent ➳ phan

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phil

dan and i decided to go out for a coffee first because dan didn't want the instant coffee they have at home. he seemed really irritable but it went away quickly the moment the had his coffee.

we're sitting beside each other instead of across, we always sit like that when we can. i'm just more comfortable being near him and i like how he'll just spontaneously drop his forehead on my shoulder randomly, or cling on my arm sweetly.

"you were so scary this morning." i chuckled at him.

he blushed, "i'm not exactly a morning person so you can expect me being grumpy at mornings."

"i mean, that wasn't the first time i saw you like that but you're scarier than usual." i shrugged

"shut up!" he punched me playfully on the arm, smiling widely.

"what wa—"

"dan! fancy seeing you here." before i knew it, there was a guy in front of our table. he's smiling so widely i can't decide if it looks gentle or menacing. he has a blond—oh.

he was the guy who paid for my espresso!

and he knows dan?

"you're the espresso guy!" i blurted without thinking which i immediately regretted. 'you're the espresso guy' who says that? (me, apparently), "i-uh, please take a seat." i gestured at the seat in front of dan and i.

"thank you. and the name's carter." he says, then turning his attention to dan.

i assumed he was silently asking me to introduce dan to him (i thought they knew each other? he just said dan's name.) so i turned to dan, "dan, he was the guy i was te—" but the look on dan's face made me stop dead in my tracks. he looks.. shaken. he's cowering down, seeming to make himself as small as possible.

my first instinct is to take his hand in mine and squeeze it. when i do this, he would normally look up at me and either smile or give me a peck on the cheek. but this time, nothing, his gaze is fixed on the table in front of us. he looks afraid and uncomfortable and it's starting to worry me. is he okay? what's happening?

"dan, what's wrong?" his response was immediate, shaking his head aggressively. and that made me worry even more. "i—do you wanna go out? go back to your place?" i said quietly, just so he could only hear it. when he squeezed my hand back, i took that as a sign.

i turned back to the espresso guy, "i'm sorry but my boyfriend and i have to be somewhere. it was really nice meeting you though." i stood up and moved to the side, bringing dan with me.

he stood up from his seat, "no, problem. i hope dan here is being good like i trained him to be." and his smile this time is definitely not gentle-looking

"excuse me?" did i hear that right? good like he trained dan to be? what's that supposed to mean?

it didn't help that dan's hand started to shake against mine and loosened his grip but i held on a bit tighter.

"he used to be such a slut. having a boyfriend but still fucking other guys behind my back. i only gave him what he deserves."

"n-no. i-i told you i d-didn't—"

"but it's okay. he might have been underage but he was a good fuck."

i saw red and my instant reaction is to punch the guy on the jaw, hard. i heard a painful crack before i pushed him on the ground and sat on his stomach and punched his face repeatedly, he's throwing really hard punches but i could really care less at the moment. i can feel dan's arms pulling me up but i just pulled my arms roughly away from him. i felt blood trickling from my nose and then i felt a forceful tug on my arm, i don't know who it was but i was sure they were telling me off. but i wasn't staring at them, i was staring at the carter guy. his bottom lip is busted but he still managed to smirk whilst throwing me a look. i couldn't really think clearly, all i know is that i want to punch the smirk out of that guy.

"you're a twat and dan deserved better than you. you manipulative bastard." is what i said before walking off the shop with dan.