Disenchanted (Completed)

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Minho went to Felix's house, he was bawling when he knocked on the door. Felix welcomed him with a hug and settled themselves in the dining room as the younger Australian called Hyunjin for help.

Now with the two of his friends by his side, Minho asked for a bottle of soju. Felix obliging with hesitation, putting down a glass in front of the older and poured the liquor in it. Minho immediately chugged it down, his heart clenching painfully at the thought of breaking down once again.

"Is this about Chan?" Minho looked up at Felix who stared at him with much fret. He nodded with a small smile.

"He just makes me feel like I'm shit, he doesn't trust me enough," Minho sobbed as he rested his forehead above his arm, a hand on the glass as Felix filled it up again. Hyunjin bit his lip, unsure of what to say about the situation.

"Chan just needs time, Min," Felix stated with the softest tone, his voice's octave was feeling warm and familiar to Minho. "Let him do what he wants to do, he might have a reason for it."

"Then what about me? Should I just watch him suffer? I want to help him, but he's refusing."

"Minho," Hyunjin started, his voice soothing the older once more. "Chan is difficult. Why did you even marry him in the first place?"

Felix glared at him which Hyunjin threw back immediately. He nodded his head at the younger, gesturing him to not say a word yet.

Minho fell silent. Of course, he married Chan because he loved him, vice versa. Most importantly, they were honest to each other. Even though Chan rarely shows it, Minho knew that they both enjoyed each other's company.

And one of his biggest reasons was that he would be able to take care of Chan. Heck, Minho even promised that to him. But, he expected the same treatment toward himself.

Thinking about it, Chan did care. But it wasn't the best thing to show how one cared. It was just being selfish.

Minho also wanted to be taken care of, he needed to feel loved by Chan.

All of a sudden, Hyunjin's phone rang inside his pockets. He checked at the caller I.D., slowly looking up at the other two. "It's Chan."

"Tell him to not worry about me, I'm going home," Minho groaned as he stood up, his head throbbing with slight pain. He hated himself for being a light drinker.