[ A / N : this chapter is inspired by 3RACHA's NXT 2 U, so I recommend listening to it before reading. It isn't necessary though. ]
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Chan was walking towards his house. Classes had finished and today was the last day of the term, so he had well deserved holidays incoming.
Something made it impossible for him to relax thought. He had been friends with Lee Minho as long as he could remember, so he could tell that something was bothering him, but whatever it was, his friend wasn't telling him.
Chan wanted the best for Minho but, if his intuition was right, all of this was Jisung's fault, Minho's new boyfriend. He had seen how he treated his friend, and he didn't like it one bit. Sometimes Minho came to the extreme of running to Chan's house, and Chan would meet a sobbing Minho by the door, but they didn't say a word because they didn't need to.
Minho felt safe in Chan's arms, he was the first person that came to his mind when he was sad or in problems.
Chan arrived to his flat and there it was once again: Minho waiting for him at the door. He probably fought with Jisung again.
"Can I stay here tonight?" Asked, almost begged, the younger with sheepish eyes.
"Yeah, of course." Chan let out with a sigh. He wasn't sure how long he could keep pretending he wasn't worried.
Minho followed Chan inside the house with slow movements. He looked at the window next to the couch visible from the entrance and saw the sunset.
"Get comfortable while I make some dinner" Said Chan with a smile.
He did as told and sat on the couch. It didn't take long until his eyelids felt heavy and he stared to lean in a horizontal position. He closed his eyes and faced the fabric of the couch and sniffed in, it smelled like Chan's cologne.
Chan finished the dish with a last sprinkle of pepper to decorate the pasta. He walked to the living room and discovered a sleeping boy. Chan went to wake him up but he hesitated when he got up close.
Minho looked happy. He looked so damn happy asleep in his house. He looked comfortable and unafraid, he could be himself without worries - with Jisung it was the complete opposite. Chan got frustrated, why did Minho always ended up running to Jisung when he treated him like shit? He didn't deserve him, not at all.
Chan bit his lip in frustration. He was jealous he accepted it, he wasn't proud of it but it was a reality. Everytime he saw Minho cry he felt wrath towards Jisung, when he saw Minho with hickeys he felt uneasy. He didn't remember since when he started to feel like this but he just knew that with every passing day, the desire to kiss those lips was getting bigger, and the effort it took him to not do it was starting to be excessive.
He was afraid that someday he couldn't hold it in anymore, and he didn't want that, because it would not only destroy their frienship but hurt Minho even more.
"Chan, enough" He thought
The older caressed his fingers through the other's cheeks, "Dinner is ready."
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When they finished eating both felt the consequences of that rough day and started to get sleepy.
