Disenchanted (Completed)

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Chan quickly pulled away and massaged his temples, "I'm sorry, I let the alcohol take over my head."

Minho rolled his eyes and got up too, he threw his legs at the side of the bed and grabbed his sweater. "Fuck your apology, Chan."

"I really am."

"What the fuck was that? I'm your husband, Chan! Sex is one of the things we should do!"

"I didn't want it, okay? So I'm sorry!"

"That's entirely the contrary of what you said when you were grinding on me."

"It's the alcohol."

"Have you even asked me what I even want?"

"Sex isn't the only thing we can do as a married couple, Min."

"Sure, we could go on dates, adopt a kid or have a simple dinner at night, but no! You always avoid everything that involves me! The only thing you can do is stay still with me in one place, Chan," Minho snapped, his eyes were beginning to sting as he felt the tears build up behind his eyes. No, he shouldn't cry in front of Chan. Not now that they're fighting.

"Minho, we can talk this out at home," Chan tried to conceal the arguement, but Minho wasn't having it. He had enough of Chan's excuses for they were all the same.

Still fuming, Minho stormed out of the room and downstairs. Gliding through the steamy bodies at the living room and finally getting out of the house. He pressed his back against the door, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall.

He waited for Chan by the car, Minho didn't have the key with him. Fifteen minutes went by and it was just then when Chan arrived, panting and pale. "I thought you were gone."

"Open the door before I decide to take the bus," Minho demanded and Chan could only obliged. Pressing the unlock button, the headlights blinked on and the locks clicked from the inside.

Minho got on the passenger seat and slid the seat belt across his torso, pushing it down as it reached the lock. Chan opened the door to the driver's seat, hesitating. "Min, I'm really sorry."

Minho knitted his brows together, closing his eyes as he said, "Just drive back home, my head hurts."

Chan nodded and started the car. The moment Chan stepped on the gas, Minho immediately heaved out a sigh and his body relaxed. He should get his head straight if he was going to argue. In and out, deep breaths and he finally opened his eyes.

"Chan."

No answer.

"Is it me?"

"What?"

"Is something wrong with me?"

"What are you talking about?"

Minho clenched his jaw and sighed once again to relax. "You know very well what I'm on to about."

"No. It's not you."

"Then what? If not me, then what's the reason with all of this rejecting?" Minho kept his voice low, controlling his anger with each breath he takes.

"I need time to adjust."

"To what?"

Stepping on the brake, Chan fumed. "It's been two years, Minho! Two fucking years without you! You'd think it'd be easy for me to live again with you? I changed, okay? I badly changed when you left, but right now - right fucking now, I'm trying not to crash this motherfucking car in the middle of the fucking road because I want to become a decent husband for you!"

"But you're not!" Minho didn't hold it in, there was just something that clicked in him whenever Chan shouts at him. "Don't try to be a good husband, be a good person first!"

Chan was about to say something when his phone rang again. And like before, he didn't answer it, but instead, he just stared at Minho.

It all made sense to Minho now.