Disenchanted (Completed)

0 . 5

Upon arriving at the label Chan worked at, Minho made his way to the elevator and pressed the number three button. He had been here a couple of times before he and Chan broke up, this was his first after two years.

He knew where everything was, hoping that Chan didn't change the location of his studio. Chan loved it when the sunset welcomes him when he takes a break from working.

With a soft ding, the door slid apart and Minho stepped out. Turned to the left lobby and at the middle on the right side was Chan's studio. He opened the door, only to see Changbin in it. "Where's Chan?"

"He went out to get some water," Changbin replied as he stood up and greeted Minho with a bow. "Do you have Chan's phone with you?"

"Did you know?" This wasn't right. Minho knew it was wrong to take answers from someone else, but knowing Chan, he wouldn't say a word. He and Changbin had been working together for years and Minho was hoping he would know something that happened to Chan after those two years.

"Know what?"

"Chan's parents aren't too keen about him marrying me."

Changbin took air in his airway and heaved out a sigh, Minho needed to know. "Look, we're not that close to the point that we'd say personal things to each other. We were always just business partners."

"And?"

The younger bit the inside of his cheeks, hesitating. "Well, Chan often receives phone calls even during work hours and when he does take it, he yells at that person. He seemed stressed out when he comes back and..."

"Just say it."

"I think he's really going back."

"Minho?" Chan's voice almost made Minho tear up. "Did you bring my phone?"

"Forget about your phone. Let's go home," Minho fumed as he stormed out of the studio, leaving Chan utterly clueless of what was going on.

Once in the parking lot, Minho looked for their car and waited for Chan like he always does.

Chan came running and panting, still trying to slid his arm into one of the jacket's sleeves. "Hey, Min, what's - "

"How's your parents, huh?" Minho beamed, forcing the feeling.

Chan hesitated. "My parents are fine, Min."

Minho scoffed and bit his lip, staring at Chan's troubled eyes. "You're such a fucking liar, you know that?"

"Minho - "

Minho's hand flew across Chan's cheek, making it red. His palm stung from the force he lashed on the blonde's pale cheek - now crimson.

"Why didn't you tell me, huh?"

"I don't want you to get hurt, Min."

"I am hurt right now, Chan," Minho started, pain visible in his eyes. "When you didn't tell me about your problem about your parents, I thought I was the problem. That I wasn't good enough for you."

"Min, please don't start with this."

"Bang Chan, this? This isn't just your life - it's our life! You understand me? You can't just keep everything to yourself!"

Chan didn't utter a word.

"Just so you know, Chan," Minho smiled bitterly. "I'm your husband."

Minho walked away from him, just like that and Chan couldn't move from his spot. He was too shocked to follow suit.