Disenchanted (Completed)

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Minho was sitting on the passenger's seat, pursing his lips tightly together while Chan sat beside him on the driver's seat. He had pulled up fifteen minutes ago at the airport's basement parking area. Neither of them wanted to say anything despite how much they've talked about this. That Chan was leaving South Korea to fix his problem with his family, he couldn't run away from it forever. While Minho understood, just like he always have. For Chan, at least.

This was the biggest decision he had to make in their relationship; letting go for awhile and wait. Minho agreed to get back together to live a life as a loving husband to Chan, not to let the blonde leave him again. But Minho understood.

"I think you should just stay here," Chan was the one to break the eternal silence between them, not wanting to miss his flight at 6 pm. Minho shook his head, still pursing his lips and then, he pushed open the door to get himself out from the suffocating air of the car. Chan followed suit, getting out with a deep frown when he noticed the usually loud Minho to be this quiet.

He knew though. The reason behind the brunette's silence, that is. Chan just needed time to fix everything and then they will be together again. It may have sounded too easy, but he knew it was going to take much more than his own will to put the pieces back together in their places, curves and corners.

Chan pulled the handle that opens the trunk. All at once, the cover lifted up and Minho pushed it upward to give a bigger space to pull out the Australian's luggage and a duffel bag. He had left his music equipments at their house and have Minho to store it up in the attic which Minho was definitely not going to. He will stack them up nicely in a firm box and keep them in their closet. A little reminder for him that Chan promised he'd get back to him no matter what.

"Here," mumbled the younger as he handed the luggage to Chan while keeping the duffel bag slung on his shoulder. Minho felt the stare Chan was giving him, usually it would have made him flustered and all, but this time it was different. His heart was aching, as if it was crying on its own when Minho wouldn't. It's not that he didn't want to cry. He was just scared that if he did, Chan would worry about his welfare and would begin to console him like he always have.

Minho didn't want that. He needed to help himself up now that Chan was going to be away for awhile. Neither of them know when this will all be over and it was hard. Minho wouldn't know how longer he'll wait, he wouldn't know if he gets tired of waiting for so long that he'd forget everything about their marriage and Bang Chan.

They had left the basement in utter silence, the sound of the luggage being dragged echoes along the walls they passed by. The soft footsteps they take as they lead themselves at the airports entrance door. Minho was just going to bid Chan goodbye and he will be back on his heels to the car. He was not going to see Chan sending him a sad smile. He was not ready to witness the love of his life to say how much he loved Minho and kiss him because Minho knew, he fucking knew he was going to break down in the middle of the motherfucking airport when that happens.

Minho perked his head up at the sound of Chan calling his name. He hadn't realized they were already inside. Had he only felt the cold conditioner air against his skin, saw Chan looking at him hinky and the duffel taken away from Minho's shoulders. Only realized he was holding his breath to avoid choking midair with he lump in his throat.

"Are you okay?" Chan asked softly, moving his hand to caress Minho's cheek. Minho nodded without looking at Chan, but forced out a closed smile.

Chan wasn't having any of it, but asked no further questions, understanding why Minho was like this. He wrapped his arms around Minho and pulled him into an embrace. Exactly how Minho would want it. But he didn't receive any return of gesture from Minho for he was frozen in place while being engulfed in the warmth of the Australian.

"I promise I will be back, okay? No matter what," Chan whispered lovingly into Minho's ear. And that was it. The only thing Minho didn't wish to happen. He was a bawling mess that clung onto Chan. He let the pang in his chest take over his mentality and broke down right there and then.

It was the only moment he was finally able to let his frustration out for over four weeks of holding back. He held onto Chan, his hands gripping at the older's shirt. A way to let his feelings out when he realized he couldn't cry the hardest, they were inside the airport and it wouldn't be a new scene, but Minho thought it was embarrassing to cry. Especially in front of Chan when he was supposed to be leaving.

"I hate this, I hate whatever is happening," Minho yelped painfully against Chan's shoulders. "I hate waiting, I hate it when you leave me. I hate that I'm so easy to cry."

Chan began to kiss Minho's cheek, hoping it was enough to console him. Little did he know Minho only silenced his cries because he knew that if he was going to continue on, Chan was going to be there, comforting him even if it meant to miss his flight back to his home country. Minho sniffed, wiping the tears off his face with the hem of his sweater's sleeves. "I-I'm okay now."

Though he really wasn't.

Chan made sure that Minho has recovered from his breakdown. Guiding them onto a seat and talked to Minho, trying to sugarcoat everything as possible in hope for making the younger feel better. Minho only shooed him away when he had enough of Chan's endless reminders.

With an arm outstretched to give Chan a goodbye, Minho decided to buy alcohol on his way back home.