Disenchanted (Completed)

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It all made sense to Minho; the rejection, the harsh words and constant avoidance. He felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. He wanted to stab himself suddenly.

Chan has someone else.

That was when his tears came strolling along his cheeks. He managed to let out a snicker, "I understand now."

"Minho, it's not - "

"I wanna go home, Chan," Minho sobbed as he hugged himself in his seat. "Please."

Chan obliged as Minho wanted and didn't say another word. He just drove in complete discomfort while Minho bawled beside him. It drove him crazy, to not be able to hug Minho when they're like this. He wanted to say that it wasn't what Minho was thinking.

But he couldn't.

The truth will hurt Minho even more so Chan just shut his mouth until he pulled back in the garage.

As soon as he stopped, Minho hopped out of the car and went inside the house. He climbed upstairs and into their room, locking the door behind him. Crying his heart out, Minho's knees failed him and he fell on the floor.

Chan having someone else wouldn't make sense because he agreed on getting back together. But then, just like what the Australian said: he changed rather badly. Minho was stupid, an ail idiot even.

He couldn't stop loving Chan, no matter how he'd hate him for any valid reasons.

For now, Minho thought it'd be the best if they'd stay away from each other permanently and he was sure to make action of it tomorrow when Chan's at work. Minho wouldn't need to look at Chan's face when he leaves which was good.

But before that, Minho needed sleep. He was mentally and physically tired, all these drama draining him out of energy as he pulled himself up from the floor only to flopped down on the bed. The alcohol taking over and fell into a deep slumber.

Morning came rather sooner as Minho felt the sunlight hit his face warm and bright. Fluttering his eyes to adjust to the brightness, he turned his back to the window when the throbbing pain spread all throughout his head.

He placed a pillow over his head and groaned whilst curling into a ball.

"I always tell myself to not drink," he muttered to no one in particular and decided to get up from the bed. Minho was determined to make hot-toddy with honey to draw the hangover away.

With head still in banging pain, Minho headed to the kitchen. As he walked past the living room, he noticed a phone above the coffee table. "Ugh, it can wait."

He hurriedly poured water into a pan. Once it was filled with at least three cups of water, he placed it over the stove and turned the knob to high heat. While the water was still not boiling, Minho grabbed a knife and picked some lemons from the fridge.

A little note on the fridge's door took his attention and just by looking at the handwriting of the letter in it, it was definitely from Chan. Minho brought it in his hands and read the message.

i'm sorry about last night, but i can't skip work today. i made hot-toddy with honey for you, you can just reheat it

Minho rolled his eyes. "He couldn't even write down 'goodmorning' or 'i love you'."

Turning the stove off, Minho grabbed a mug and transferred the drink Chan prepared in it. He put it in the microwave and set the timer for thirty seconds. Then he put away the pan and the knife and grabbed his phone from the bedroom.

As he turned it on, he immediately recieved a text from Changbin.

Oh.

There were fourteen messages from him, along with six missed calls. He opened the recent message.

you up? i forgot my phone at the house. can you drop by at the studio when you have time? this is chan, btw

"How polite," Minho snickered, then the microwave emitted a ding. He put on a mitten and got the mug out, he blew the drink gently and brought the lid to his lips. Sipping little by little.

He went to the living room and checked if the phone on the coffee table belonged to Chan's. Minho picked it up and turned it on. What surprised him was the lockscreen, it was a picture of Minho playing with Berry and had a little caption under it, my everything.

It gave him butterflies to flutter in his stomach, a very odd feeling if he was asked. He was supposed to hate Chan, but then, Minho haven't found any evidence that Chan was seeing someone else.

Just then, a message popped up on the screen. The number wasn't saved in his contacts and the message was in English. Who was it?

Minho knew he shouldn't, but he was curious to know who it actually was.

Christopher Bang, if you don't come back, your mother and I will make drastic measures.

Oh, Chan's parents.

As Minho swiped down, tons of message from the same number were displayed.

You're not doing anything funny, are you, Chris? Because I heard you took your perversion onto the next level.

You married a man? Are you out of your mind?

Chris Bang, come back to Sydney or I will be the one to take you.

Stop acting like a child, you're a grown-up by now. Come back.

Chan's parents were taking him away?