Do Not Answer The Sea // Minchan

Chan's heart clenched.

He carefully rested his cheek against the side of Minho's head for just a moment, light as a feather, sheltering him from another blast of icy wind. Chan brushed the pad of his thumb underneath his eye, settling against the apple of his cheek.

"It's okay," he murmured. "I'm not gonna let the water take you."

Minho frowned against him gently.

"...Take me?"

Chan looked back toward the sea, at the way that the water churned, blackened inky water shifting the sand beneath their footing with each rumble of a wave, salty wind brushing through Minho's hair.

Chan's expression didn't change.

"You should go back home," he said quietly. "Really."

Minho followed his gaze.

"...Chris..."

For just an instant, he had the uncanny that something was watching them from beneath. Minho swallowed thickly, curling his fingers deeper into the fabric of Chan's hoodie.

"You're scaring me."

Chan tilted his head.

"We shouldn't answer the call of the sea, angel."

Because Chan knew,
he knew that it was watching them.