Miso soup ┊ Changlix [OLD]

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THE NIGHT WAS dull with no hope of violence or terrorising because their leader Chan had came down with a meek cold and was being obsessed over by his overprotective boyfriend Woojin, who didn't even allow the leader to leave his crumpled sheets. Despite Chan's constant whining, Changbin knew the other loved the constant pampering and care from the gleaming smile and soft tone of voice that followed him.

So Changbin was screwed. They had planned on getting back at another clan who trespassed onto their land but he knew better than to cause trouble without Chan there, especially after the last fiasco with Jisung and Jihyo.

So that's how his night went, sitting on the edge of his navy blue sheets, scrolling through the news on his old phone, feeling antsy with every second.

Yet eventually he remembered the issue that was caused yesterday by his irritating squirrel friend. Well, he hadn't remembered it, as it had been in the back of his mind for the whole night but he finally decided to acknowledge the promise he made of texting the blonde boy back.

Rummaging through his pocket for the dainty slip of paper, slight doubt pierced his calm mentality.

He did not know why he was so worried about a stupid incident around an irrelevant boy but some part of him felt sorry because, for the first time, he was genuinely at fault. Unlike every other time, where he thought he was justified.

Typing the nine digits scrawled across the scrawny paper into his phone, he wondered whether he should text or call. What if the other had a shift? Or if it was the wrong number and he called up anyways?

Was this just another trick by the brunette? By giving him a fake number and making himself embarrass himself in front of a stranger? In fact, he swore he saw the other smirk whilst handing him the paper.

That freak!

Fingers furiously typing, his anger seeped through into the text he was about to send. Not bothering to read through the caller's information before he sent the boy an angry message.

Changbin:
Is this the prick from the café?

Changbin:
I bet you think you're so smart, well I'm not buying it.

Changbin:
Don't bother us again, or there will be consequences.
Sent 9:56 pm

Feeling satisfied with his warning, he allowed his shoulders to relax as he flopped back onto his soft sheets.

Letting his eyes drop and body slump to the distant noise of his phone going off.

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Changbin wished he woke up to the sun peeking through his white blinds and to the birds chirping but with the drizzling weather and the angry shout of Chan, his morning was far from ideal.

Hastily sitting up, his eyes darted to the figure at his door, wondering what urgent mission had occurred at precisely 6:48 in the morning.

"What the fuck did you say to Felix?" Chan angrily questioned, arms crossed in a way that Changbin knew he was majorly pissed off.

Felix...? But he didn't talk to this Felix kid? Oh...

"Do you know how pissed off Woojin is with me?" Chan grumbled, sending an accusatory glare at the younger.

"Well I'm sorry but how does woojin being pissed off with you, link to that runt?" Changbin questioned, returning the steel glare.

"It links when Felix goes crying to my boyfriend about our gang threatening him" he sharply bites back before gently rubbing the wrinkles gathering on his forehead.

"I know you didn't mean it Changbin, but you better fix this" Chan threatened before he left Changbin in his guilty, tired place.

With a quiet groan, Changbin fell back onto his duvet. He would fix this. But maybe after a few more hours of sleep.

So he could temporarily forget that blonde kid and the fact all this started from a bowl of miso soup.