Jeongin listened to Chan get closer. His heartbeat sped up, and he began to gnaw on his lip. He knew he was going to be found, and that's when the sinking feeling settled in his stomach. The feeling when you know something bad is going to happen. He did not want to be found.
The footsteps got louder as Chan climbed the stairs. He could hear each creak and groan. What was he going to say when his best friend saw him like this? Would he hate him? Would he think he's pretty? Prettier than any of those one night stands he has?
"Innie, are you in here?" Jeongin heard as Chan knocked on the bathroom door. He holds his breath, staying as still as he can. Because maybe, just maybe, if he stays still, he won't have to confront Chan. Maybe he can hold onto his best friend for just a little longer.
The door opens.
Jeongin's breath hitches.
The closet door opens.
"I um..." Jeongin wipes the tears away, but they're quickly replaced with more, "How's it going, Channie?"
There is silence for a moment as he looks Jeongin up and down, he presses his lips into a fine line.
He hates it. Jeongin knows he hates it. The tears spill a little faster as he buries his face in his hands. The damage was already done.
"I just thought..." He took a deep breath, eyes still full of tears, "If I got a little prettier, then I could be your baby."
Wow, I feel like the ending is going to be kind of cliche?
