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To Love and Happy Endings

Jisung strolled through the park, enjoying the crisp air and the vibrant colors of autumn leaves creating a picturesque backdrop. It was his favorite time of year, and he was in a good mood as he made his way to the bench where he was supposed to meet Hyunjin.

As he approached the bench, he saw Hyunjin already seated, looking pensive. Jisung greeted him warmly. "Hey, Hyunjin! Long time no see. How’ve you been?"

Hyunjin looked up and managed a small smile. "Hey, Jisung. I’ve been okay. Just… thinking a lot about things." Hyunjin began, a bit hesitant. “I need your help with something important.”

“Of course, Hyunjin. What's up? You sounded pretty urgent on the phone.” Jisung replied, genuinely curious about what Hyunjin had in mind.

Hyunjin took a deep breath. “Yeah, sorry about that. I just… I know how close you and Chan are, and I know he’s hesitant, but I believe with your help, we can convince him. You know how much I love him and how much this means to me. But everytime I bring up the idea of marriage, he shuts down. I don't know how to get through to him.” The words came out in a rush.

Jisung’s interest was piqued. "Oh, what do you want me to do?"

 Hyunjin looked bashful, “I was hoping you could… I don’t know, maybe talk to Chan? Convince him that marriage isn’t something to be afraid of. We’ve been together for years now, and I really want us to take that next step.”

Jisung’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, I see! You’re right, Chan can be a bit stubborn, but maybe I can help him see things in a new light. You know how much I love weddings and love stories."

Hyunjin’s smile widened, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Exactly. You’re a hopeless romantic, and that’s why I thought you’d be perfect for this. If anyone can get through to Chan, it’s you."

Jisung’s emotions were a mix of excitement and determination. “I’d love to help! You and Chan are both my friends, and I want to see you both happy. Maybe Chan just needs a little nudge in the right direction. I could be your own personal Cupid!”

Hyunjin smiled, a bit of the tension easing from his shoulders. “Thank you, Jisung. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I really think Chan just needs to see things from a different perspective.” Hyunjin felt a surge of satisfaction. He knew Jisung well, knew how to manipulate his feelings to his own gain. He knew it was wrong and he truly did feel a small pang of guilt, but it was overshadowed by Hyunjin's need to attain his dream. 

Jisung nodded eagerly, already forming a plan in his mind. “Leave it to me. I get it. And trust me, I’m a hopeless romantic. I’ll see if I can get him to open up. You know, talk to him and help him see that marriage isn’t something to be scared of. It’s about celebrating your love and commitment to each other.”

Hyunjin grinned, “I really appreciate it. I just want to make him as happy as he makes me.” 

Jisung smiled and stood with a determined look in his eyes. “I know you do. And I know Chan loves you, even if he’s scared. I’ll do my best to help him see that marriage is just the next step in your amazing journey together.”

“Thanks, Ji. You’re a good friend.”

“To love and happy endings.” Jisung cheered loudly. A few passerbyers turned and eyed the pair curiously. Hyunjin stood from the bench, smiling as he placed his hand onto Jisungs shoulder.

“To love and happy endings.” He agreed. Jisung’s determination to help his friends find their happiness shines through, knowing that with a little push, Chan will realize that love is worth taking the leap for.

As they continued to talk, Hyunjin played his part perfectly, feigning vulnerability and sincerity. He knew Jisung had a crush on Chan, something he was sure his wide eyed friend was probably unaware of, a crush that could be leveraged to achieve his goal. He knew Jisung would do anything for Chan's happiness and he planned on using that to his advantage. Hyunjin wanted Chan permanently and was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

Unaware of Hyunjin’s true intentions, Jisung left the park with a renewed sense of purpose. He was determined to help Hyunjin and Chan find happiness together. He believed in true love and was convinced that with his help, everything would fall into place.

As the days passed, Jisung threw himself into the task, subtly bringing up the topic of marriage with Chan and trying to gauge his feelings. He spoke about the beauty of commitment and the joy of weddings, hoping to plant the seed in Chan’s mind.

Chan noticed Jisung’s enthusiasm but didn’t think much of it at first. He appreciated Jisung’s passion for romance and weddings, but his own fears and insecurities about marriage were deeply ingrained. However, he loved Jisung’s company and valued his opinions, so he listened.

One day, Jisung found an opportunity to talk to Chan while they were hanging out at the studio. The afternoon sun filtered through the studio windows, casting a warm glow on the scattered instruments and equipment. They were taking a break, sitting on the couch with their drinks in hand. The atmosphere was relaxed, but Jisung had something on his mind, and he knew it was time to address it. So Jisung decided to bring up the topic gently.

“Chan, can we talk about something?” Jisung started, his tone casual but sincere.

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” Chan replied, curious.

“Chan, have you ever thought about marriage?” Jisung asked, trying to sound casual.

Chan looked at him with a teasing glint in his eye. “Oh? Have you found someone, Jisung? I was wondering where all this wedding talk was coming from.”

Jisung’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he felt an unfamiliar emotion stir within him. “No, there’s no one like that, Chan. You know that. Someone would have to be interested in me first.”

Chan’s teasing smile faded, and he reached out to comfort Jisung. “Hey, don’t say that. You’re an amazing person, Jisung. Someone special will come along, and they’ll be so lucky to have you.”

Jisung’s heart fluttered at Chan’s words, and he felt a warmth spread through him. Blushing, he tried to focus on the task at hand. “Thanks, Chan. I appreciate that.” Suddenly remembering Hyunjin’s mission, Jisung pressed on. “But, really, have you ever considered marriage? More importantly, have you considered marrying Hyunjin?”

Chan’s demeanor changed instantly. His expression closed off, and he shifted uncomfortably. “Not this again Jisung. I don’t want to talk about that.”

Sensing the tension, Jisung felt a pang of guilt but pushed forward gently. “Why not? Marriage can be wonderful, Chan.” He said, watching Chan’s reaction carefully. “I know it’s been a tough subject for you, but I think it might help if you saw it from a different angle.”

Chan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You know it’s complicated for me.” 

“I do. I - I mean, I guess I do. You’ve never really talked about it, so I really don’t know.” Jisung said, choosing his words carefully.

Chan sighed and leaned back in his chair, “I’ve been hurt before, and I’m just not sure I can go through that again.”

“I get that, Chan. Believe me, I do,” Jisung said gently. “Look, I’m not here to pressure you. But think about how much you love Hyunjin. I just want to understand why you're so against it.”

“It’s not that I’m against it. I just don’t think a piece of paper is necessary.” Chan's expression tightened, and he shifted uncomfortably.

“Marriage isn’t just a piece of paper; it’s a way to show the world your commitment to each other. It’s a celebration of the love you share. I know you think it's unnecessary, but there's more to it than that, isn't there?" Jisung pressed gently. "Why don't you want to marry Hyunjin?"

Chan's defensiveness flared up. "It's not that simple, Jisung. Can we just drop it?"

But Jisung couldn't let it go. He leaned forward, his voice soft but insistent. "Chan, please. I just want to understand. Maybe if you talk about it, it might help." Jisung’s heart ached seeing his friend so conflicted. “Chan, I’m sorry if I’m pushing too much. I just want to understand. Can you tell me why you feel this way?”

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice tinged with reluctance. "Fine. I'll tell you, but it's not something I like to talk about. So this stays between us, understand?" Jisung nodded, his eyes full of concern and support.

Chan began to speak, his voice tinged with hesitation. “Years before I knew you and Hyunjin, I was engaged. His name was Woojin. He was my first love, my first everything. We planned to get married, and I thought we were perfect together.”

Chan’s eyes clouded with old pain as he continued. “But on our wedding day, Woojin left me at the altar. I found out later that he had been cheating on me for years. It broke me, Jisung. I felt like a fool, like I wasn’t good enough.” His voice grew more strained as he continued. " It shattered me, Jisung. It took me a long time to even begin to put the pieces of myself back together."

Jisung listened intently, his heart aching for his friend. "Chan, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. That’s awful."

Chan looked at Jisung, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and vulnerability. “That’s why I can’t think about marriage. The idea of opening myself up like that again, only to be hurt... it terrifies me.”

Jisung felt tears prick his eyes as he saw the depth of Chan’s hurt. “I’m so sorry for pushing you, Chan. I didn’t know.”

Chan nodded, his eyes downcast. "That’s why I don’t think marriage means anything. It doesn’t determine how much people love each other. Woojin said he loved me, and look how that turned out. I'm terrified of opening myself up like that again, only to be hurt. I don't want to go through that pain again, and I don't want to put Hyunjin through it either."

Jisung reached out, placing a comforting hand on Chan's shoulder. "I understand now, Chan. That sounds incredibly painful. But Hyunjin isn't Woojin. It's not fair to hold him to someone else's mistakes. Hyunjin loves you, and he deserves a chance to show that he’s different."

Chan looked up, meeting Jisung’s earnest gaze. "I know, Jisung. But what if it happens again? What if he leaves me, too? It's just... hard to let go of the fear. It was... devastating. It broke me, it still does occasionally.”

Jisung squeezed Chan’s shoulder reassuringly. "I get that. There are no guarantees in life, Chan. But love is about taking risks. I love the idea of marriage because it’s a promise to face those risks together. It’s about choosing each other, every single day, despite the fears and uncertainties.”

“But what if I’m not enough?”

Jisung’s eyes were full of concern and understanding. “You are more than enough, Chan. And Hyunjin sees that. Marriage won’t change how much he loves you, but it’s a way to celebrate that love, to show the world you’re committed to each other.” Chan sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair listening to Jisung. 

After a long pause, Jisung finally spoke again, his voice filled with gentleness. “You deserve to be happy, Chan. And I believe Hyunjin is the one who can make you happy. Don’t let the past rob you of a beautiful future. Maybe try opening up to him. Like you are with me. He deserves some sort of explanation. It might help him understand your side as well." Chan sighed again, but this time there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Maybe... maybe I should talk to him. Really talk to him.” Chan took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He looked at Jisung with gratitude. "I’ll try, Jisung. I can't promise anything right now, but I’ll try to work through it. For Hyunjin." He smiled, dimples on display.

Jisung smiled, his heart swelling with hope for his friend. "That’s all anyone can ask for, Chan. Just take it one step at a time. You’re not alone in this. You and Hyunjin have been together for years. You’ve built something strong and beautiful. Don’t let fear hold you back from taking that next step. Besides, you’ve got so many people who love and support you both. You’re not alone in this.”

Chan’s expression softened as he listened to Jisung’s words. He knew his friend was right, but the fear was still there, lurking in the back of his mind. “Just think about it, Chan,” Jisung continued. “No pressure, but sometimes, taking a leap of faith can lead to the most amazing things. And I’ll be here, every step of the way, to help you both.”

Chan smiled, feeling a bit of the weight lift from his shoulders. “Thanks, Jisung. I’ll think about it. Talking about it now, I realize I’ve been carrying this for so long. I’ve been so scared to let anyone in, but with you... it’s easy. You make it easy for me to open up.”

Jisung’s heart swelled with affection and empathy. “Chan, you deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved and cherished. I’m here for you, no matter what. And remember, love is worth the risk.”

They sat in silence for a while, holding hands and sharing a quiet moment of understanding and support. Jisung knew he had to talk to Hyunjin and explain that Chan’s reluctance was rooted in deep, personal pain. But for now, he was content to be there for his friend, helping him heal one day at a time.

Chan knew the journey ahead wouldn't be easy, but with Jisung’s support, he felt more ready to face his fears and take the next step with Hyunjin. Jisung, though, felt a sense of accomplishment. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but he was determined to help Chan see the beauty in taking that leap. For now, he had planted the seed, and with a little time and patience, he hoped to see it blossom into something beautiful.

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Where Your Loyalties Lie

Two weeks had passed since Chan had opened up to Jisung about his fears and his painful past with Woojin. The bond between them had deepened as they spent countless hours sharing their own traumas and listening to one another. Jisung found himself seeing Chan in a new light, wanting to be there for him not just as a friend, but as his closest confidant.

As they grew closer, Jisung couldn’t help but notice his feelings shifting. He wanted to protect Chan, to be the person Chan could always rely on. These feelings made him avoid Hyunjin’s texts, which were increasingly desperate for updates.

Hyunjin’s messages were relentless: “How’s it going with Chan? Has he opened up about marriage yet?” “Why is he still avoiding the conversation?” Each unanswered message added to Jisung’s guilt, but he couldn't bring himself to betray Chan’s trust by sharing their private conversations.The guilt gnawed at him, but being there for Chan felt more important.

Jisung sat in his room, staring at his phone, feeling the weight of his conflicting loyalties. He cared about Hyunjin and wanted to help, but his priority had shifted towards supporting Chan and protecting his secrets. It was a constant battle of emotions, and it left him feeling stressed and torn. Jisung tried to rationalize his actions. Working through this privately with Chan would ultimately help Hyunjin too, right? He was doing the right thing, wasn’t he? He told himself that his dedication to Chan was justified.

One evening, Chan and Jisung were sitting together on the couch, a familiar and comforting setting. Chan had been more relaxed lately, their conversations providing him with a sense of relief he hadn’t felt in years. They had just finished talking about another one of Chan’s past experiences, and Jisung could see the relief in Chan’s eyes. It was moments like these that made Jisung feel he was doing the right thing. But deep down, he knew his motivations were becoming more personal. He cherished the small, intimate moments he shared with Chan, and the guilt he felt towards Hyunjin was becoming harder to ignore.

“Jisung, you’ve been amazing these past few weeks. I don’t know how I’d be dealing with all this without you,” Chan said, his gratitude evident in his eyes.

Jisung smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I’m just glad I can be here for you, Chan. You deserve to feel safe and loved.”

Chan looked at him, his expression filled with gratitude. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Jisung’s heart fluttered at the words, and he felt a warm sense of belonging. But then, his phone buzzed, and he saw another message from Hyunjin. His stomach tightened with guilt. He knew he couldn’t keep avoiding him forever. He glanced at it but didn’t open it, Chan noticed and placed a gentle hand on Jisung’s arm.

“Is everything okay?” Chan asked, concern evident in his voice.

Jisung hesitated, then sighed. “It’s nothing. Just school stuff. You know finals and all for the semester.”

Chan frowned, his concern evident. “You really shouldn’t push yourself too hard Ji, you’ll wear yourself out.”

“It’s my own fault,” Jisung said quickly. “I chose to go into nursing. No one to blame but myself.” He tried to laugh it off, but Chan could tell that something was off.

Chan looked at him with concern, sensing there was more to it. “I know finals can be tough, but I feel like there’s something else. You can talk to me, you know.”

Jisung felt a pang of guilt but tried to keep his composure. “It’s just school stuff, really. I’m just trying to push through it.”

Chan nodded, though he remained unconvinced. “Well, if you ever need to talk, I’m here for you. Just like you’ve been here for me.”

Jisung’s heart ached at Chan’s words. The sincerity and care in Chan’s voice made it even harder to suppress his growing feelings. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Thanks, Chan. That means a lot.”

As the days passed, Jisung continued to struggle with his conflicting emotions. He tried to focus on his studies, but his mind kept drifting back to Chan and the conversations they’d had. The intimacy they shared was something he cherished deeply, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to push down the feelings he had for Chan.

One night, after a particularly stressful day, Jisung found himself alone with Chan once again. They were in the kitchen, cooking dinner together. The comfortable silence between them was occasionally broken by light conversation and laughter.

Suddenly, Jisung felt overwhelmed by the weight of his emotions. He paused, leaning against the counter and closing his eyes for a moment.

“Jisung, are you okay?” Chan asked, his voice filled with concern.

Jisung opened his eyes and forced a smile. “Yeah, just a little tired.”

Chan stepped closer, his eyes searching Jisung’s face. “You’ve been saying that a lot lately. I know something’s off. You can talk to me.”

Jisung felt a lump form in his throat. He wanted to tell Chan everything, but he was terrified of what it might mean for their friendship. “It’s just... everything. School, life, trying to figure things out.”

Chan reached out and placed a comforting hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “I’m here for you, Jisung. Whatever it is, you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Jisung looked into Chan’s eyes, feeling a rush of emotion. He wanted to tell Chan how he felt, how much he had come to care for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he nodded, grateful for Chan’s support.

“Thank you, Chan,” Jisung said softly. “I appreciate it more than you know.”

Before Chan could say more, the front door opened, and Hyunjin walked in. Chan immediately brightened and greeted him warmly. "Hey, Hyunjin! How was your day? Working with Minho late again at Lix’s studio for the upcoming winter recital?"

Hyunjin seemed a bit off but managed a smile. "Yeah, we were working on some specific choreography to show the students. It’s been… intense."

Chan wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and showered him with kisses. "I missed you. Dinner will be ready soon."

Hyunjin smiled. "I missed you too."

Jisung watched the exchange, a storm of emotions brewing inside him—guilt, jealousy, anger at himself for feeling this way, and a bittersweet happiness that his friends were happy. He knew he had no right to feel jealous, but the sight of Chan being so affectionate with Hyunjin stung more than he wanted to admit.

Hyunjin glanced over at Jisung and greeted him with a fake smile, clearly upset about being ignored. "Hi, Jisung. Long time no see. We should meet up this week to catch up. I miss hanging out with you."

Jisung nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Chan, oblivious to the underlying tension, continued to smile warmly. "That’s great! It’ll be nice for you two to hang out."

Hyunjin made a snide remark, his eyes lingering on Jisung. "Yeah, unless you want to keep stealing my best friend away."

Chan laughed, interpreting the comment as a playful pout. "You know I love having Jisung around. He's like family."

Jisung felt the sting of Hyunjin's words, knowing the deeper truth behind them. Hyunjin gave him one last look before announcing, "I'm going to go shower before dinner."

Chan smirked, teasing, "I like you sweaty."

Hyunjin smirked back, giving Chan a playful slap before kissing him. "You’re impossible."

As Hyunjin headed to the bathroom, Jisung retreated further into himself. The conflicting emotions were becoming too much to bear. He felt himself growing too attached to Chan, and the realization only intensified his guilt.

But as he looked back at Chan, seeing the genuine happiness on his face, Jisung made a decision. His feelings had to take a backseat. Chan's happiness was his priority, and if that meant supporting Chan and Hyunjin's relationship, then so be it. They loved each other and were meant to be together.

With a deep breath, Jisung pushed his feelings down, reminding himself that his role was to be a supportive friend. Chan's happiness was what mattered most, and he would do everything in his power to ensure that both Chan and Hyunjin remained happy together.

"Dinner smells great," Chan said, breaking Jisung’s train of thought.

"Yeah," Jisung replied, managing a genuine smile this time. "Let’s make sure everything's ready before Hyunjin finishes his shower."

As they worked together to finish preparing the meal, Jisung focused on the task at hand, grateful for the distraction. He knew he had made the right choice, even if it meant putting his own feelings aside for the sake of his friends. He wanted to be there for his friends, to support them in their happiness, even if it meant suppressing his own feelings. It was the right thing to do.

Later, as they sat down to dinner, Jisung forced himself to engage in the conversation, laughing at Chan’s jokes and nodding along to Hyunjin's stories about how Minho is all but a dictator. He reminded himself that this was what mattered—being there for the people he cared about, ensuring their happiness.

After dinner, as Chan and Hyunjin settled on the couch together, Jisung excused himself to get some air. Stepping outside, he took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil inside him. He knew he had to find a way to navigate his feelings without letting them interfere with the happiness of those he loved.

As he stood outside, he resolved to keep being the friend they needed, no matter how difficult it was. Chan’s happiness was worth it, and so was Hyunjin’s. Even if it meant his own feelings had to take a backseat, he would find a way to manage. For now, that was the best he could do.

That night, as Jisung lay in bed, he thought about the inevitable conversation he was going to have with Hyunjin. He knew it wouldn’t be easy. He was torn between his loyalty to Hyunjin and his growing feelings for Chan, but he knew that protecting Chan’s heart was his priority.

Later that week, Jisung and Hyunjin met up at a quaint café in the city, a cozy place with a calm atmosphere that usually helped them relax and catch up on life. The light snowfall outside added a serene backdrop to the tense atmosphere inside. Jisung felt a knot in his stomach as he approached the table where Hyunjin was already seated.

Hyunjin looked up with a frown. "Why have you been ignoring me, Jisung?"

Jisung took a deep breath, sitting down across from him. "I'm sorry, Hyunjin. I've just been really busy with school."

Hyunjin’s expression hardened. "Too busy for me, but not too busy for Chan, I see."

Jisung felt a pang of guilt but kept his composure. "It's not like that, Hyunjin."

Hyunjin sighed, trying to reign in his frustration. "Let's just move on to the topic at hand. How's it going with Chan?” Hyunjin began, his tone exasperated. “Jisung, I just don’t get it. Why can’t Chan just see that marriage is important to me? I don’t understand why he’s so against it.”

Jisung listened quietly, understanding Chan’s hesitancy about marriage in a way he couldn’t fully explain to Hyunjin. He frowned at his taller friend’s words, feeling a pang of sympathy for Chan.

“Hyunjin, I know it’s frustrating, but maybe there are things Chan isn’t ready to talk about yet. Relationships are complicated, and sometimes it takes time to work through past traumas,” Jisung said, trying to defend Chan without revealing what had been confided in him.

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed as he processed Jisung’s words. “Why are you taking Chan’s side?” he snapped. “You don’t get it. He’s my partner, and he won’t even talk to me about why he’s so against marriage. It’s like he doesn’t trust me enough.”

Jisung felt a twinge of guilt but remained calm. “Hyunjin, it’s not about sides. I’m just saying that maybe he needs more time. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. I told him to share the truth with you. After hearing, maybe you’d be more understanding.” Jisung sighed and looked at his feet, “It certainly explains a lot.”

Hyunjin’s expression shifted from frustration to realization, and his eyes widened. “Wait a minute…Chan told you? He told you why he’s so against marriage, you? Really, but not me, his partner?”

Jisung hesitated, feeling the weight of Chan's trust pressing on him. "We've talked, but... Chan's been through a lot. Maybe you don’t need marriage right now. Or maybe you should be more patient with him."

Hyunjin's eyes widened in shock. "Excuse me?!"

Realizing his mistake, Jisung quickly backtracked. "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant... Chan has his reasons. He's been through a lot."

Hyunjin’s anger flared. "You were supposed to be on my side, Jisung. You're my friend, remember?"

Jisung felt a lump form in his throat. "I am your friend, Hyunjin. But Chan’s friend too, he confided in me, and I can't betray his trust."

The realization hit Hyunjin hard, his expression turning from anger to hurt. "Of course. I see how it is." Hyunjin’s face twisted with bitterness as he began to make hurtful comments. "You’re so pathetic, Jisung. So desperate for romance that you’re willing to steal it from others."

Jisung's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to defend himself. "Hyunjin, that’s not fair. You know it’s not like that. I care for Chan as a friend. That’s all. Chan’s been through a lot, and he’s doing his best. Don’t take your frustration out on me.”

Hyunjin scoffed, standing up to leave. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. You know what, I have practice with Minho." Hyunjin scoffed, turning away. "Maybe if you were less desperate, you'd see things clearly." Jisung felt a sharp sting from Hyunjin’s words. He tried to say something, only for Hyunjin to take one last jab before walking away. “Whatever, Jisung. It’s clear where your loyalties lie.”

As Jisung sat there, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of sadness and frustration. He cared deeply for both Chan and Hyunjin, but navigating the complexities of their relationships felt like walking a tightrope. He knew he needed to talk to Chan about what happened, but for now, he just hoped that Hyunjin would find a way to understand and forgive.

Later that day, Jisung received a message from Hyunjin. It was an apology, but it felt hollow: "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I was stressed and worried. I know you and Chan are just friends, and that Chan only sees you as family."

Jisung sighed, his heart heavy as he replied. "I understand. No hard feelings."

He put down his phone, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on him. The confrontation with Hyunjin had left him emotionally drained, but he knew he had done the right thing by protecting Chan’s trust.

That evening, as Jisung sat alone in his room, he replayed the conversation in his mind. The hurtful words, the accusations, and the guilt all swirled together, creating a storm of emotions inside him. He knew he cared deeply for Chan, perhaps more than he should, but he also knew that Chan's happiness was paramount.

Jisung decided to focus on what mattered most: being a supportive friend to Chan and ensuring that he felt safe and understood. He pushed down his own feelings once again, determined to keep them hidden for the sake of his friendship with both Chan and Hyunjin.

As the snow continued to fall gently outside, Jisung found solace in the quiet, reminding himself that sometimes, being a good friend meant making difficult choices and sacrifices. He hoped that, in time, things would become clearer and that he could find a way to navigate the complexities of his emotions and relationships.

Chapter Text

I Understand

As Seungmin, and Jisung gathered at Felix’s dance studio, the atmosphere was filled with the usual chatter and the distant sound of music playing.The large mirrors and wooden floors provided a familiar and comforting backdrop as they sat down together, Jisung feeling a bit anxious about the conversation he had just had with Hyunjin only an hour ago. Felix had a notepad in hand, making notes about the winter recital while Seungmin leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

"So, Jisung," Seungmin began, his tone casual but probing. "Where’s Hyunjin? Weren’t you having lunch with him today?"

Jisung’s expression shifted slightly. "Yeah, we did. But we had a bit of a fight, and then he went to practice with Minho."

Felix raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. "Wait, Minho’s not here today. He told me he had some errands to run. Are you sure he was with Minho?"

Jisung felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He shrugged, trying to play it off. "I guess he must have gone somewhere else. Maybe he just needed some space or something."

Seungmin scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Typical Hyunjin. Always making a big deal out of nothing. What was the fight about anyway?"

Jisung hesitated, glancing at Felix, who was now giving him a concerned look. "It’s complicated. We were talking about... you know, marriage. Hyunjin got really upset. He thinks I’m taking Chan’s side or something. He said some pretty harsh things."

Seungmin frowned, “Why were you even talking about marriage?”

Jisung took a deep breath, deciding to dive right in. He needed advice, and there were no better people to ask than Felix and Seungmin. “Hyunjin asked me to help convince Chan to propose.”

Seungmin’s eyebrows shot up. “He what?” Seungmin asked, incredulous.

Felix’s eyes widened with surprise. “Really? Why would he ask you to do that?”

“Because he knows how close Chan and I are, and he knows I believe in true love and all that,” Jisung explained. “He thinks I might be able to nudge Chan in the right direction. He really wants to get married.”

Felix shook his head, his freckles almost disappearing under the weight of his concern. "Jisung, this is a bad idea. You getting involved with Chan and Hyunjin’s issues is just going to make things messier. You’re not a mediator."

Seungmin, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up, his voice dripping with disdain. "Hyunjin is being an idiot. No, actually it’s selfish. Doesn’t he see what he’s doing? Chan probably has his reasons, and Hyunjin just keeps pushing."

Jisung frowned, trying to defend Hyunjin, even though his heart was a mess of confusion and guilt. "I don’t think Hyunjin means to be selfish. He just... he wants what he thinks he deserves. Marriage is important to him. Maybe we should be more understanding."

“But it’s not about what Hyunjin wants,” Seungmin argued. “It’s about what’s best for both of them. And dragging you into their relationship issues is not the way to handle it.”

Felix shook his head, his expression softening. "Jisung, I get it. You care about both of them. But you have to take a step back. Chan is your friend too, and you can’t keep dragging yourself into their problems. It’s not fair to you or to them."

Jisung nodded, understanding the concern. “I know, but I just want to help. Chan opened up to me recently, and I think I understand why he’s hesitant about it. I didn’t tell Hyunjin everything, of course, because it’s Chan’s private matter, but I did try to defend him.”

Felix looked sympathetic. “What did you say?”

“I told Hyunjin that maybe Chan just needs more time, and that he shouldn’t be pressured. I didn’t give away any details, but I tried to make him see that it’s not something Chan can just decide overnight,” Jisung explained.

Seungmin added, "And let’s be honest, Hyunjin’s being delusional. He’s so wrapped up in his own head that he doesn’t see how much Chan is struggling. He’s not making things better; he’s making them worse. It’s manipulative, both to you and to Chan.”

Jisung sighed, feeling the weight of their words. He wanted to defend Hyunjin, but the truth was, he was starting to doubt his own stance. He was so caught up in their drama that he didn’t even know where he stood anymore.

"I just want them to be happy," Jisung muttered, looking down at his hands. "I thought maybe if I could help Chan see things differently, it would make Hyunjin happy too. But now, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just making things worse."

Felix put a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "You’re a good friend, Jisung. But you can’t fix everything. Sometimes, the best thing you can do is just be there for them, without getting too involved. Marriage should be a mutual decision made out of love, not coercion.“

Seungmin nodded in agreement. "Yeah, just let them figure it out on their own. You’ve got enough on your plate with school and everything. Don’t let this drag you down. Be there for them, but don’t let Hyunjin’s desperation manipulate you into doing something that could hurt everyone involved.”

Jisung took a deep breath, feeling a little lighter with their support. He knew they were right. He needed to find a balance, to step back and focus on his own life for a while. He glanced at the studio, the familiar space offering a small comfort.

"Thanks, guys. I needed to hear that," Jisung said, a small smile forming on his lips. "I think I’ve been losing myself in all this. I’ll try to sort things out and not let it get to me."

Felix smiled warmly. "That’s the spirit. Now, let’s get back to planning this recital. I’ve got a show to put on, and you’re not going to let anything get in the way of helping your best friend, right?"

Seungmin grinned, nudging Jisung playfully. "Come on, we’ve got work to do or short stack here will whine till next spring!" Felix frowned letting out a whine. “See?”

Jisung laughed, the tension easing from his shoulders. As they returned to their work, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. He would be there for Chan and Hyunjin, but he would also take care of himself. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but he was ready to face whatever came next, one step at a time.

Chan walked through the front door after a long day at work, feeling the familiar warmth of home wash over him. He spotted Hyunjin in the living room, looking unusually grumpy. Setting his bag down, Chan approached him with a smile.

"Hey, how was your day?" Chan asked, trying to engage Hyunjin in conversation. "How’s Minho? No late practice tonight?"

Hyunjin’s responses were terse and curt. "Fine. Everything’s fine."

”Jisung? You guys were having lunch today, right?” Chan pushed a little further.

Hyunjin's response was curt and uninviting. "It was okay."

Frustration bubbled up inside Chan. He had been trying to be supportive and understanding, but Hyunjin’s constant moodiness was wearing him down. "What’s your problem, Hyunjin?" he finally snapped, his voice tinged with exasperation.

Hyunjin looked up sharply, his eyes flashing with anger. "My problem? You want to know what my problem is, Chan?"

"Yes, I do," Chan replied, trying to keep his voice calm. "You've been avoiding me, giving me short answers, and acting like you're mad at the world. I need to know what's going on."

Hyunjin stood up, his posture tense. "You want to know what my problem is? Fine. My problem is that you won't marry me. My problem is that you confide in Jisung more than you do in me. My problem is that I feel like I'm always second place to your precious Jisung."

The tension in the apartment was palpable at this point. Chan and Hyunjin had been circling around the same argument for weeks, but tonight it had finally come to a head. Even though Chan had talked about it and felt somewhat more comfortable with the idea of marriage thanks to Jisung, the constant nagging from Hyunjin frayed his very last nerve. They faced each other in the living room, frustration and hurt etched on their faces.

Chan sighed, feeling a familiar frustration build up. "Not this again."

"Yes, this again," Hyunjin insisted, "Why won’t you marry me? Am I not enough for you?"

Chan tried to stay calm, but his patience was wearing thin. "Of course you are! I’m just not ready to discuss this."

"Why can't we just talk about this, Chan?" Hyunjin pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "I want us to get married. I want to take that step with you. Why is it such a big deal?"

Chan ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his voice steady. "Marriage doesn't define a relationship, Hyunjin. We don't need a piece of paper to prove that we love each other."

Hyunjin's eyes flashed with anger. "It's not about the paper, Chan! It's about commitment, about making a promise to each other in front of our friends and family. Why can't you see that?"

Chan felt his own anger rising, but beneath it was a deep-seated fear he found hard to voice. "Isn't my love enough for you? Isn't the way I show you every day that I care enough? Why do we need to get married to validate what we have?"

Hyunjin stepped closer, his frustration boiling over. "Because it means something to me! It feels like you're holding back, like there's something you're not telling me. Why can't you just be open with me?” The room fell silent, but Hyunjin’s bitterness grew. “You’re not ready to talk to me. But you’re ready to tell Jisung everything, aren’t you? Your precious Jisung." He spat.

Chan felt his heart sink. It didn’t go unnoticed by him that this was the second time that Hyunjin had brought up Jisung. "Don’t do that. Don’t involve Jisung in this. This is between us."

Hyunjin scoffed, his frustration boiling over. "How can I not?! You’ve spent more time with Jisung than with me lately."

Chan snapped back, unable to hold his anger. "How can I spend any time with you when you’re always with Minho?"

Hyunjin’s face contorted with hurt and anger. "It’s not the same. I want to know why you won’t marry me. I deserve to know." His voice broke as he pleaded. "Doesn’t what I want matter? Isn’t it important to you that marriage is important to me?"

Chan clenched his fists, the weight of his past pressing down on him. He had told Jisung about Woojin freely, but with Hyunjin, it felt so much harder. "Just drop it, Hyunjin. Stop bringing Jisung into our relationship when he has nothing to do with this. Can't you just be happy with what we have? Don’t you understand that I’m just not ready to explain everything."

"Yeah? And why can't you talk to me about those issues?" Hyunjin snapped. "Why is it always Jisung who gets to know what's going on with you?"

"Because he understands!" Chan retorted, his voice rising.

Hyunjin's face fell, “He understands.” a mix of hurt and anger clouded his features. "You know what, I am happy, but I want more, Chan. I want everything with you. I want to be your confidant. It should be me, not Jisung. Why can't you understand that?”

Chan felt a surge of guilt and frustration. "Don’t you think I show you that I love you enough? Isn’t what we have enough for now?"

Hyunjin shook his head, tears of frustration in his eyes. "No, it’s not enough. I deserve more, Chan. I deserve marriage. It’s important to me. Don’t you understand that?"

Chan felt a burst of anger and helplessness. "You’re being selfish. Think about someone other than yourself for once!."

Hyunjin stared at Chan, stunned into silence. “Selfish? Because I love you and want to be married-”

Chan's heart pounded in his chest. "YES! Yes you are, because I can't give you that. Not now, maybe not ever. I'm sorry, but this is who I am. If my love isn't enough for you, then maybe you need to think about what you really want." Chan immediately regretted his words, reaching out to apologize. "Hyunjin, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry."

But it was too late.The silence that followed was deafening. Hyunjin's eyes welled with tears, but he quickly turned away, storming off to their bedroom and slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed through the apartment, leaving Chan standing alone in the aftermath.

He knew he had hurt Hyunjin deeply, but the weight of the past loomed over him, and he felt trapped between his love for Hyunjin and the scars that had yet to heal. The apartment was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the faint sounds of Hyunjin’s sobs from the bedroom. Chan wished he could find a way to make things right, but for now, Chan grabbed his keys and headed out the door. He needed space, needed to clear his head. The studio was the only place where he could find some semblance of peace. As he drove, the argument replayed in his mind, each word cutting deeper than the last.

At the studio, Chan threw himself into his work, trying to drown out the chaos in his mind with music. But no matter how hard he tried, the echo of Hyunjin's words lingered. He loved Hyunjin deeply, but the scars from his past made it hard to fully open up, to commit in the way Hyunjin wanted.

Chan found solace in the familiar surroundings and the distraction of work. As he tinkered with melodies and beats, his mind kept drifting back to the argument, the hurt in Hyunjin's eyes, and the frustration he felt at not being able to bridge the gap between them. Hours passed, but the pain remained. As he sat in the dimly lit studio, surrounded by the equipment that had always been his refuge, Chan realized he couldn't keep running from his past. If he wanted to make things work with Hyunjin, he would have to find a way to confront his fears and be honest about why marriage terrified him so much.

But for now, he was alone, the silence of the studio his only companion.

The next day, the tension in the apartment still hung heavily in the air. Chan knew he couldn’t let things fester any longer. He had spent the night at the studio thinking about their argument and realized he needed to make things right with Hyunjin. He didn’t want to lose him, and he knew that required taking a step he had been avoiding for a long time.

Chan found Hyunjin in the kitchen, quietly making breakfast. The sight of him, looking so small and vulnerable, made Chan’s heart ache. He took a deep breath and approached him cautiously.

“Hyunjin, can we talk?” Chan asked softly.

Hyunjin looked at him, his eyes still showing the hurt from the night before. He nodded silently and gestured for Chan to sit at the table. They both sat down, the tension between them almost palpable.

“I’m really sorry for what I said last night,” Chan began, his voice filled with sincerity. He watched at Hyunjins gaze drifted down to his coffee. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just…I don’t want us to separate. I love you, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin looked up, his expression distant. "It's fine."

"No, it's not fine. We need to talk about this. I owe you an explanation."

Hyunjin's eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Okay, I'm listening."

Chan hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "I’ve been avoiding the topic of marriage because... because I have a lot of unresolved issues. I was engaged before, and it ended very badly. It left me with a lot of scars, and I’m still trying to heal from that."

Hyunjin’s expression softened slightly, but he remained distant. "I see. You’ve never mentioned it before.”

Chan nodded, feeling the weight of his own words. "I know. It’s hard for me to talk about. I’m scared of getting hurt again, of opening myself up and being left behind. I’m working on it, but it’s a slow process."

Hyunjin listened quietly, his eyes focused on Chan. "I understand that you’re scared, Chan. But I need to know that we’re moving forward, that there’s a future for us."

Hyunjin listened, his face unreadable. Chan continued, hoping to bridge the gap between them. He reached out and took Hyunjin’s hand, his touch gentle but firm. "I promise I’m working on it. I love you, Hyunjin. I really do. But I need time.”

Hyunjin sighed, looking down at his coffee once more. “I understand, Chan. But it’s hard. I want us to be close, to share everything. It feels like there’s this wall between us.

Chan frowned, feeling the pain and guilt gnawing at him. “I promise that I’ll work on becoming more comfortable with the idea of marriage. I can’t promise anything right now, and I can’t give you a timeline, but I will try. For us.”

Hyunjin nodded slowly, seeming to accept Chan’s apology. “I love you, Chan. I appreciate you being honest with me.”

Underneath his words, Chan couldn’t sense Hyunjin’s lingering resentment, all he could do was focus on Hyunjin’s positive words. He smiled and leaned in to give Hyunjin a gentle kiss. “Thank you, Hyunjin. I love you so much.”

Hyunjin returned the kiss, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Okay. I’ll try. I love you too, Chan.”

Chan felt a sense of relief wash over him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still off. Hyunjin’s acceptance seemed genuine, but there was an undercurrent of unease that he couldn’t ignore.

As Chan went about his day, he couldn’t help but notice Hyunjin’s lingering distance. He seemed preoccupied, his thoughts elsewhere. Chan hoped that opening up, even just a little, would help them move forward. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that Hyunjin’s patience was wearing thin.

Hyunjin, meanwhile, was formulating a new plan. He realized that pushing Chan directly wasn’t working in his favor. Jisung’s presence and influence were complicating things. But perhaps, if he could push Chan to his emotional limits, make him feel guilty and lash out, he could use that to his advantage. Chan’s sensitive heart and strong sense of guilt might be the very strings he needed to pull to get what he wanted.

For now, Hyunjin played the part of the understanding partner, but he was already thinking of ways to subtly push Chan, to test his limits and pull on those emotional strings. He knew it would be a delicate balance, but he was determined to find a way to make Chan commit fully to him, no matter what it took.

As the days went on, Chan focused on his promise to be more open, hoping to rebuild the trust and closeness with Hyunjin. He remained oblivious to Hyunjin’s deeper machinations, trusting that their love would see them through the challenges. But underneath the surface, the tension continued to simmer, a reminder that not everything was as it seemed.

Chapter Text

It’s Complicated

In the dimly lit room, away from prying eyes, Minho and Hyunjin continue to meet in secret. The tension between them was palpable, a mixture of excitement and the forbidden. They shared a passionate kiss, rough and intense, both fully aware of the wrongness of their actions but unable to resist the pull.

Hyunjin’s frustrations with Chan and Jisung had reached a boiling point after the winter holidays, leading to more frequent meetings with Minho. He felt neglected, unimportant, and craved the feeling of being special, of being number one. Minho, on the other hand, reveled in the thrill of their clandestine meetings. He didn't care about the hurt they might cause; for him, it was all about the excitement and the pleasure he derived from being with Hyunjin.

As they pulled apart, clothes discarded on the floor, Hyunjin's breath came in ragged gasps. "Minho, this... this isn't right. We can’t keep this up. I’m running out of excuses." he murmured, though his resolve wavered as Minho's hands traced along his body. Minho kept Hyunjin pressed against the wall of the dark room. “Chan will start to get suspicious.”

Minho smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe, but that’s what makes it so exciting, isn’t it?" Hyunjin couldn’t deny the truth in Minho’s words. The thrill of their secret meetings, the feeling of being special, of being number one, was something he craved. Minho smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "Who cares about right or wrong, Hyunjin? This is fun. We’re fun."

Hyunjin frowned, conflicted. "I just... I don’t know. Chan and I... it’s complicated. I love him."

Minho leaned in, whispering against Hyunjin's lips. "Complicated? Or just not enough for you anymore?"

Hyunjin's eyes flickered with doubt. "What are you saying?"

Minho pulled back slightly, his gaze piercing. "I’m saying you deserve the world, Hyunjin. And who’s giving you that right now? Chan? He can’t even give you a promise, let alone the future you crave. He hasn’t cared to notice that most days I have you pinned beneath me, my name on your lips." He leaned in slightly to nip at Hyunjin’s throat. Minho sensed Hyunjin’s internal struggle and pressed on, murmuring against his neck. "You know, you don’t have to keep living like this. Frustrated and unhappy with Chan."

Hyunjin scoffed, though his irritation was evident. "And what am I supposed to do? Leave him?"

Minho’s expression turned serious as he pulled back, his voice lowering to a persuasive whisper. "Why not? You deserve everything, Hyunjin. Someone who makes you feel like this all the time." He reached down and shifted Hyunjin’s leg hooking around his waist, his lips brushing against Hyunjin’s ear.

Hyunjin scoffed, trying to brush off Minho's words. "And who could give me that? You?"

Minho’s smirk widened into a confident grin. "Yes, me. Isn’t what we have nice? Isn’t it fun? Together we’re fire, electric. We’re unstoppable."

The idea was tempting, but he wasn’t sure he could leave Chan. Minho’s words, however, were planting seeds of doubt that began to take root in his mind.

Hyunjin’s mind raced with conflicting emotions. He felt a surge of anger and frustration at Chan’s lack of progression, the constant, albeit new, feeling of being second to Jisung. But he also felt a twinge of guilt, knowing he was betraying someone he loved.

Seeing the doubt in Hyunjin’s eyes, Minho leaned in again, capturing Hyunjin’s lips in a heated kiss. He shifted himself just enough, so he could burry himself into Hyunjin once more. "We’re perfect together, Hyunjin," he murmured against his lips, Hyunjin moaning and wrapping himself around Minho. "Just think about it. No more waiting, no more feeling second best. With me, you’ll always be number one."

Hyunjin's heart pounded in his chest. The kiss was intense, filled with a promise of something different, something exciting. But even as he kissed Minho back and moaned into the darkness, a small voice in the back of his mind nagged at him, reminding him of the betrayal.

For now, though, Hyunjin pushed those thoughts aside, losing himself in the heat of the moment and the feel of Minho inside him. The future was uncertain, but the present was a whirlwind of passion and excitement, and he wasn’t ready to give that up just yet. Because when he was with Minho he was what was most important, no one else.

Later as they broke apart, Minho’s eyes locked onto Hyunjin’s, his voice a seductive whisper. "Think about it. You deserve to be happy, to feel this way all the time."

Hyunjin nodded slowly, the doubt and guilt still swirling inside him, but the allure of Minho’s words and the fire of their secret affair, too powerful to ignore. He knew he needed to make a decision, but for now, he allowed himself to get lost in the thrill of the moment, seeking solace in the passion that Minho offered.

As they parted ways, Hyunjin couldn’t shake the feeling that his life was on the brink of a major change. The choices ahead were daunting, but the promise of feeling special, of being number one, was intoxicating. He would have to decide what he truly wanted and who could give him the happiness he so desperately craved.

Early spring brought with it a gentle drizzle, the kind that made everything seem a bit more reflective and somber. Chan and Jisung were out grabbing lunch for themselves and Changbin, who was back at the studio. The air was crisp, and the raindrops created a rhythmic sound as they hit the pavement. They walked through the bustling streets of Seoul, the aroma of food wafting around them as they made their way to their favorite takeout spot.

"Jisung, I need to apologize," Chan began, his voice sincere. "I’ve been distant since winter, and I know you’ve noticed."

Jisung gave a small smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "It’s okay, Chan. I understand."

Chan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “No, really. I feel like I owe you an explanation. Hyunjin and I were arguing a lot, and he was feeling really insecure about... us. Our friendship.”

Jisung felt a pang of guilt. He had been trying to help, but now he wondered if he had made things worse. “I’m really sorry, Chan. Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten involved. I just wanted to help.”

Chan waved off Jisung’s apology with a reassuring smile. “No, Jisung, it’s not your fault. If anything, it’s mine. I should have been more open with Hyunjin from the beginning. But we’re in a better place now. We’ve talked things through.”

 “I’m glad to hear that.” Jisung smiled back, though he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of unease. His heart ached but his expression remained calm. "I get it, Chan," Jisung said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "Hyunjin is your boyfriend, and you need to work things out with him."

Chan looked at him with gratitude. "Thanks for understanding. I’ve missed our time together, though. But I had to make things right with Hyunjin."

He understood, but also felt a deep pang of sadness. He had missed the times he and Chan spent alone, their conversations, and their laughter. But he knew he had to put those feelings aside. After all, he was just Chan’s friend, while Hyunjin was his boyfriend.

As they waited in line, Chan turned to Jisung, his face lit up with excitement. "You know, Jisung," he began, his voice filled with a mixture of determination, excitement and vulnerability, "thanks to you, I feel more confident. I think I’m finally ready to propose to Hyunjin."

Jisung felt his heart drop, a cold, heavy sensation spreading through his chest. "How, why?" The words echoed in his mind, but he managed to keep his face neutral, forcing a smile.

Chan continued, seemingly oblivious to Jisung's internal turmoil. "This is really important to Hyunjin, and even if I'm not 100 percent comfortable, I'm willing to do it. That’s what relationships are about, right? Making sacrifices for each other, making your partner happy."

Jisung felt a wave of emotions crash over him: shock, confusion, and a deep, aching sadness. He had always known that Chan and Hyunjin’s relationship had its challenges, but hearing Chan’s resolve to propose despite his own discomfort shook him to his core.

Chan looked genuinely happy, a light in his eyes that Jisung hadn’t seen in a long time. And that realization ate at Jisung, tearing him apart from the inside.

In that moment, everything became clear. All the feelings he had been pushing away, hiding deep within himself, suddenly made sense. He was in love with Chan. The realization hit him like a freight train, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He was too late. Chan was happy…with Hyunjin…not with him.

"Jisung?" Chan’s voice brought him back to the present. "Are you okay?"

Jisung swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in his throat. "Yeah," he lied, managing to keep his voice steady. "I’m just…shocked, I guess. But I’m really happy for you, Chan. Congratulations."

Chan beamed, clearly relieved and grateful. "Thanks, Jisung. It means a lot to me to have your support." 

Jisung nodded, his smile feeling brittle and forced. Inside, he felt broken, like his heart was shattering into a million pieces. He wanted to throw up, to scream, to run away from the pain that was consuming him. “So you’re ready?” But he couldn’t. He had to be strong for Chan, to be the supportive friend Chan needed. 

“Not really, I/m still nervous and their is this lingering fear in the back of my head, but Yeah,” Chan said uncertainly, their was an underlying sense of determination in his voice. Like he was determined to make this leap, to force himself to accept it. “I’ve got this whole plan. I’m going to get flowers and everything and do something really sweet. I even practiced my speech.” 

Before Jisung could respond, Chan’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw Changbin’s name flashing. With a chuckle, he answered, “Yeah, Bin, we’re getting your food now. Just hold on.”

Jisung forced a smile as he listened to Chan reassure Changbin. He should be happy for his friend, for the progress and the love that Chan was ready to embrace. But deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had overstepped, that he had manipulated Chan into something he wasn’t ready for.

“You deserve to be happy, Chan. I’m happy for you really, I am. And Hyunjin’s a lucky guy to have you.” Jisung quickly says once Chan hangs up. His smile falters slightly, a flicker of something else passes through his eyes. He quickly masks it though, trying to focus on Chan’s happiness.

“Thanks, Jisung. I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you. Your support and encouragement have meant the world to me.” Chan says sincerely, “I mean it, Ji. You’ve always been there for me, especially when I was unsure about everything. You’ve been such a good friend.”

Jisung felt a pang of jealousy he couldn’t quite shake. He knew he should be nothing but happy for his friend, but there’s an ache in his heart that he can’t ignore. “I’m just glad I could help. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

Chan doesn’t notice Jisung’s inner turmoil, too caught up in his own bubbling excitement. He ordered their food with a smile, looking more relaxed than Jisung had seen him in a long time. “I can’t wait to see his face when I propose. I really hope he says yes.” He says as the pair wait for their order.

“I’m sure he will, Chan. He’d be crazy not to.” Jisung knows that he should let go of this jealousy he was suddenly feeling, but it’s harder than he expected. Seeing Chan so happy makes him realize how deep his feelings go, feelings he’s never allowed himself to fully acknowledge. Until now, until it was too late. 

As they walked back to the studio with their lunch in tow, Jisung’s mind raced. He would support Chan and be there for him, but he knew he had to find a way to make peace with his own actions and feelings. He knew that his friendship with Chan was the most important thing, and he’ll do whatever it takes to see his friend happy, even if it means he has to bury his own feelings deep inside. 

“Thanks for coming with me, Jisung,” Chan said, breaking the silence. “I really appreciate it.” Jisung knew that had to find a balance between being a supportive friend and respecting Chan’s journey, no matter how difficult it was.

“Always, Chan,” Jisung replied, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’m always here for you.” He silently promised himself that he would push his feelings aside. Chan’s happiness was what mattered most, even if it meant burying his own heartache.

“I know, Jisung. And that means everything to me.” They exchanged a look, a moment of understanding passed between them. Chan’s excitement and Jisung’s support blended together, even as Jisung’s heart ached with an unspoken emotion.

But as they continued walking, Jisung couldn’t help but wonder if he had done more harm than good. The weight of his actions and his feelings pressed heavily on his heart, and he knew he needed to find a way to make things right, not just for Chan, but for himself as well.

Later, when he was alone walking down through the rainy city of Seoul, Jisung allowed himself to cry. He let the tears fall, masked by the pouring rain, the pain and grief pouring out of him. He knew he had to find a way to move forward, to be there for Chan and Hyunjin despite his own feelings. It wouldn’t be easy, but he would do it. He had to. Because that’s what friends did. They put the happiness of those they loved above their own. For Chan’s sake, he would do anything. Even if it meant letting go of the love he had only just realized he felt.

Jisung froze, he couldn’t do this. 

Late into the night, Felix and Changbin were roused from their sleep by a persistent knocking on their door. Changbin grumbled as he followed a sleepy Felix, who stumbled to the door, rubbing his eyes. When Felix opened the door, he was met with the sight of Jisung standing there, a mess of a person. He was soaking wet from the rain, his eyes red-rimmed, his face pale, and his body shivering from the cold and from his inner turmoil.

"Jisung!" Felix exclaimed, now fully awake and deeply concerned. "Are you okay? What happened?"

As soon as Jisung stepped into the warmth of the apartment, he broke down, his tears mingling with the rainwater dripping from his hair. “I…I’m so sorry to bother you guys, but I didn’t know where else to go,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I'm not okay, Felix. I... I can't do this anymore." His voice was a mix of anguish and desperation.

Felix immediately wrapped a comforting arm around him. “It’s okay, Jisung. Come on, let’s get you dried off.”

Changbin hurried to grab a towel while Felix guided Jisung to the living room. Jisung collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in his hands as he sobbed, unable to hold back his pain any longer. 

"Tell us what’s going on," Changbin said gently as he returned, his grumpiness completely replaced by worry.

"I... I’m in love with Chan," he confessed, his voice breaking. "And I hate myself for it."

Felix and Changbin exchanged a surprised but understanding and knowing look. "Jisung, it’s okay. You can talk to us," Felix said softly, placing a comforting hand on Jisung’s shoulder.

Jisung continued, his voice shaking with emotion. "I feel so awful, Chan wants to propose to Hyunjin, and I should be happy for him. But I’m not. I hate it. I feel so gross and guilty because maybe I manipulated Chan and pushed him to this. And I’m so angry with Hyunjin for putting this decision on Chan in the first place, then putting me in the middle."

Felix sat beside Jisung, his hand gently rubbing Jisung’s back. "Jisung, it’s okay. You didn’t manipulate Chan. You were just trying to be a good friend. This isn’t your fault."

Changbin nodded in agreement, handed Jisung a towel and sat on Jisung’s other side. "Yeah, man. You can’t control your feelings. And it sounds like you’ve been doing your best to support Chan, even if it hurts you."

 “I’ve been in the middle of Chan and Hyunjin’s marriage… thing.” Jisung began to gasp for air as he spoke, working himself up more and more. “I…I encouraged him to take a step he wasn’t ready for, and now I have these feelings for him. I hate it!”

Changbin shook his head. "Jisung, you didn’t manipulate Chan. You were just trying to help him, to support him. This situation is complicated, but it’s not your fault."

Felix nodded in agreement. "Exactly. You have a big heart, Jisung. And sometimes, that means you get hurt because you care so much. But that doesn’t make you a bad person."

Jisung buried his face in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I just want Chan to be happy. But seeing him with Hyunjin... it hurts so much. And now I don’t know what to do."

 Jisung’s words spilled out in a torrent, his emotions overwhelming him. Felix immediately pulled Jisung into a comforting hug. “Shh, it’s okay, Jisung. We’re here, and we’ll help you through this.”

Changbin, still half-asleep but now fully alert, placed a comforting hand on Jisung’s back. “Take a deep breath, Jisung. We’ll figure this out together.”

Jisung continued to sob, but Felix’s soothing words and Changbin’s calm presence slowly began to help him settle. They listened as Jisung poured out all his feelings, his guilt about manipulating Chan, his jealousy, and his self loathing over his own emotions, for what seemed like hours.

Jisung wiped his tears with the towel, his sobs gradually subsiding. “I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know how I’ll face Chan and Hyunjin once they get engaged. They deserve to be happy, and I just feel like I’ve messed everything up.” Jisung admitted, his voice trembling. 

Felix squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “You haven’t messed anything up, Jisung. You were trying to help. It’s okay to have feelings and to be confused. What’s important is you.”

Changbin chimed in, his voice gentle but firm. “Take it one step at a time. You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Just focus on what you can do to support them and take care of yourself.” 

Jisung took a few shaky breaths as Felix spoke. “You’ve been carrying so much by yourself, Jisung. It’s okay to feel hurt and conflicted. But you need to take care of yourself too. You can’t pour from an empty cup."

Changbin added, "You’re always welcome here, Jisung. Stay the night in our spare bedroom. Get some rest, and we can figure things out together in the morning."

Jisung took a deep breath, feeling a bit calmer with their support. "Thank you. I... I don’t know what I’d do without you guys."

Felix smiled softly. “Why don’t you get out of those wet clothes? Bin will get you something dry to wear.”

Changbin stood up, already heading to the closet to grab some dry clothes for Jisung. Felix helped Jisung to his feet, guiding him to the bathroom to change.

As Jisung changed into the dry clothes, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He wasn’t sure what the future held, but for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel completely alone. 

Once he was changed and ready for bed, Felix and Changbin led him to the spare bedroom. “You can stay here tonight.” Felix tucked him in, giving him one last reassuring smile. "Try to get some rest, Jisung. We’ll talk more in the morning."

Jisung nodded, grateful for their kindness. Before leaving him to rest, Changbin placed a reassuring hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “You’re stronger than you think, Jisung. You’ll get through this. Just remember, we’re here for you, no matter what.”

Jisung managed a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Changbin. I appreciate it.” 

As he lay in bed, listening to the rain pattering against the window, Jisung’s mind continued to swirl with emotions, but he felt a little more grounded knowing Felix and Changbin were there for him. He didn’t know how he would face Chan and Hyunjin, but he knew he would, for their sake. They deserved happiness and love, and he hoped these feelings , this love , would fade with time.

For now, he focused on the warmth and support of his friends, taking comfort in knowing he wasn’t alone in this difficult moment.

After tucking Jisung into the spare room, Felix and Changbin returned to their own bedroom. Felix's heart ached with concern for their friend, and as he slipped under the covers, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation. He curled up close to Changbin, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Changbin wrapped his arms around Felix, pulling him close. "It's going to be okay, Felix," he murmured, his voice soothing.

Felix sighed, resting his head against Changbin's chest. "I just hate seeing Jisung like this. He's been through so much already, and now this... it’s tearing him apart."

Changbin kissed the top of Felix's head, gently stroking his hair. "I know, love. But we’ll be here for him. We’ll help him get through this, just like we always have."

Felix nodded, taking comfort in Changbin’s steady presence. "And Chan... he has no idea what’s going on, does he?"

Changbin sighed, his expression thoughtful. "No, I don’t think he does. But we’ll be there for him too. We’ll help him navigate this, and hopefully, everything will work out in the end."

Felix looked up at Changbin, his eyes filled with worry. "Do you really think everything will be okay?"

Changbin gave him a reassuring smile, his hand gently cupping Felix’s cheek. "Yes, I do. It might be messy and painful for a while, but we’ll get through it together. Chan, Jisung, Hyunjin—they’re all our friends. We’ll support them and help them find their way."

Felix sighed, feeling a bit of the tension ease from his body. "I’m glad we’re in this together. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Changbin’s smile widened, and he pressed a tender kiss to Felix’s lips. "You’ll never have to find out. We’re a team, Felix. Always."

Felix snuggled closer to Changbin, feeling the warmth and love between them. "Always," he echoed softly.

In the morning, they would sit down with Jisung and figure out a plan. But for now, they were relieved that he was safe and finally getting some rest. 

Chapter Text

Unlovable 

It was the Monday after a long weekend, and Chan and Changbin were back at the studio, working on their latest project. The studio was filled with the familiar hum of equipment and the occasional burst of melody as they fine-tuned their tracks. While Chan seemed particularly cheerful, humming to himself as he worked, Changbin was lost in thought, his mind drifting back to Jisung and the emotional turmoil he had witnessed over the weekend.

Eventually, Changbin couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer. He turned to Chan, breaking the silence. "Hey, Chan. How are you doing?"

Chan looked up, a broad smile spreading across his face. "I’m great, Bin. Really great."

Changbin hummed, nodding thoughtfully. "I heard you’re planning to propose."

Chan’s eyes widened in surprise. "“How did you know about that? Did Jisung tell you?"

Changbin nodded, careful not to reveal the full context of Jisung’s confession. "Yeah, he mentioned it."

Assuming Jisung had shared the news out of excitement, Chan’s smile grew even wider. “Jisung is a good friend. I guess he’s excited for us. Yeah, I am. I’ve come to realize a lot of things recently, and I think I’m ready to take this step."

Changbin studied Chan’s face, noting the genuine excitement and happiness there, but he also noticed a hint of unease. "That’s great to hear, Chan. When did you decide?"

Chan’s eyes sparkled as he answered, "I’ve come to realize that making Hyunjin happy is important to me, and even if I’m not completely comfortable, I’m willing to take that step for him."

There was a moment of silence before Chan’s eyes lit up with an idea. "Hey, do you want to see the ring?"

Changbin nodded, intrigued. "Sure." He was curious to see the symbol of Chan’s commitment.

Chan reached into his bag and carefully pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it to reveal a beautiful silver ring, elegant and understated. It sparkled under the studio lights, catching Changbin’s eye.

"Wow," Changbin said, genuinely impressed. "It’s beautiful, Chan."

"I know it's not grand, but I hope Hyunjin will love it regardless." Chan’s ears turned red as he tugged on them.

Changbin admired the ring, noting the craftsmanship and the thoughtfulness behind it. "It's beautiful, Chan. I think it's perfect." Changbin felt a pang of worry for Jisung but pushed it aside. He needed to be supportive of Chan right now.

Chan looked at the ring with a mixture of pride and anticipation. "Thanks, Bin. I’m really nervous, but I’ve been practicing what I’m going to say for weeks."

Changbin nodded, his heart heavy with the knowledge of Jisung’s feelings but determined to support his friend. "When are you planning to ask?"

"Tonight," Chan replied, his voice filled with determination. "I want it to be special." He let out an awkward laugh, looking both excited and a little nervous. “I just hope everything goes smoothly.”

Changbin gave him a reassuring smile. “It will. You’ve put a lot of thought into this, and Hyunjin will see how much you care. It’s going to be great.”

As they returned to their work, Changbin couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. He was happy for Chan, seeing his excitement and genuine love for Hyunjin. But he also couldn’t forget Jisung’s pain and the complexity of the situation. He resolved to keep an eye on things and be there for all his friends, ready to support them through whatever came next.

Later that evening, as Chan prepared for his proposal, Changbin offered him a final word of encouragement. "Good luck tonight, Chan. I'm sure everything will go perfectly."

"Thanks, Bin. I hope so," Chan replied, taking a deep breath before heading out.

As Chan left, Changbin couldn't help but hope that things would work out for the best, for everyone's sake. He knew that no matter what happened, he and Felix would be there to support their friends through whatever came next.

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city as Chan walked briskly down the street. A bouquet of vibrant flowers in one hand and a small velvet box in the other. His heart was pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. Today was the day. He was finally going to propose to Hyunjin. 

Jisung’s words echoed in his mind: “taking a leap of faith can lead to the most amazing things.” He had convinced himself that Hyunjin wasn’t Woojin, that he could move past his fears and build a future with the man he loved. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Hyunjin's face.

When Chan arrived at the apartment, he noticed it was eerily quiet. A sense of unease crept over him as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The usual warmth and familiarity were absent, replaced by an unsettling silence.

“Hyunjin?” he called out, his voice sounding too loud in the stillness. There was no response. He noticed immediately that the place looks... empty. “I’m home! I have a surprise for you!”

He moved further into the apartment, his eyes scanning the room, his unease growing with each step. It wasn’t until he reached their bedroom that reality hit him. His heart sank as he realized that all of Hyunjin's belongings were gone. The closet doors are open, revealing empty hangers. The bathroom counter is clear of Hyunjin’s cosmetics and moisturizer. Panic started to rise as he searched the room, hoping that this was some kind of mistake.

"No... no, this can't be happening," Chan muttered to himself, his heart pounding in his chest. He was on the verge of panic when he spotted an envelope on the kitchen counter, his name written on it in Hyunjin's familiar handwriting.

With shaking hands, Chan opened the envelope and began to read the note inside:

"Chan,

I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I can't keep waiting for you to make me feel important. I listened to you and thought about what I really wanted. I've found someone else who puts me first, who makes me feel loved the way I need. I hope you find happiness, but it's not with me.

Goodbye,

Hyunjin"

Chan felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. The bouquet slipped from his grasp, landing forgotten on the floor. His vision blurred with tears as the words on the note swam before him. This couldn't be happening. Not again.

The note fell from his hand. The weight of the ring in his other hand feels like a cruel joke now. Grief and anger mix within him, creating a storm he can’t control. The ring box fell from his hand, landing with a soft thud. Everything he had feared, everything he had fought against, was happening all over again.

“No,” he whispered, the word barely audible.

The initial shock gave way to a torrent of emotion. He let out a guttural cry, a sound of pure anguish that echoed through the empty apartment. In a fit of desperation and heartbreak, he crumpled the note in his fist. He felt a surge of anger and betrayal so intense that he couldn't contain it. He began to destroy the apartment, knocking over furniture, shattering picture frames, and hurling objects across the room. The flowers lay trampled beneath his feet, petals scattered amidst the wreckage.

"Why?! Why does this keep happening to me?!" Chan shouted, his voice breaking. 

Picture frames shattered against the walls, and books flew across the room. He let his fists tear and break against the walls, a physical interpretation of his heart. His screams filled the air, a raw expression of his pain and betrayal. “Why?! Why did you leave me, Hyunjin?!”

He ripped open drawers, smashing their contents onto the floor. He grabbed a vase off the kitchen table and shattered it against the mirror that hung to the side of their dinning room, shards of glass flying everywhere. Chan, careless of his own safety, reached for what remained of the mirror and pulled it to the ground. His skin tearing at the jagged edges.

The apartment, once filled with warmth and love, is now a scene of chaos and destruction. Chan’s breaths come in ragged gasps as he sinks to the floor again, his energy spent, his heart shattered. “I was going to propose... I was finally ready…”

His rage was a wild, consuming force, but it quickly gave way to a deep, numbing despair. Chan's energy drained away, leaving him feeling hollow and broken. He grabbed the ring box from the middle of the carnage, opening it to reveal the beautiful engagement ring he had chosen with so much care. Tears streamed down his face as he stared at it, the symbol of the future he had hoped for now felt like a mocking reminder of what he’s lost.

Eventually, the storm of emotions subsided, leaving Chan feeling hollow and numb. He collapsed onto the glass covered floor, curling into himself as the weight of it all pressed down on him. Tears streamed down his face as he rocked back and forth, the pain too overwhelming to bear.

“It happened again,” he whispered to himself, the words like a curse. 

All the hope and excitement he had felt earlier were now replaced by an overwhelming sense of worthlessness. He had opened himself up again, and once again, he was left shattered and alone.

In the silence that followed, Chan lay on the floor, numb and defeated. The apartment around him was in ruins, mirroring the wreckage of his heart. He stayed there for what felt like hours, lost in the void of his pain and sorrow.

Eventually, his mind began to drift, and the numbness took over completely. He couldn't feel anything anymore. He was just... empty. And in that emptiness, he wondered if he would ever find the strength to get up again.

The apartment is silent once more, the only sounds were quiet, heart-wrenching sobs of a man who has lost everything he held dear.

Jisung received an urgent text from Felix, asking him to come over as soon as possible. His heart raced with worry as he rushed to Felix’s place, wondering what could have happened. When he arrived, he found not only Felix but also Seungmin, and to his shock, Hyunjin, who was crying.

"What’s going on?" Jisung asked, his voice filled with concern and confusion.

Felix and Seungmin exchanged worried glances. "We don’t know. Hyunjin hasn’t said anything yet. He wanted to wait until everyone was here," Felix explained.

Taking a deep breath, Hyunjin tried to compose himself. "I left Chan," he said, his voice trembling.

The room fell into a stunned silence. Jisung's eyes widened in disbelief. "You what?!"

Hyunjin sniffled, wiping his tears. "I was tired of waiting for Chan. I can’t waste my years on a man who clearly doesn’t value me or love me enough." His voice broke as he continued, “I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t wait for him to get it together, to put me first. I wanted to be married, it’s been years! I…I couldn’t waste any more time on him.”

Jisung felt a surge of anger, his emotions boiling over. "You selfish, spoiled brat," he spat out. "How dare you say Chan doesn’t value you? Do you have any idea how hard he’s been trying to make things work?"

Hyunjin, taken aback by Jisung’s outburst, tried to defend himself. "You don’t understand, Jisung. I needed to feel important, and Chan just wasn’t giving me that."

Jisung’s fury only grew. "So you leave him? Just like that, after all these years? And what, you think that justifies your actions?"

Seungmin’s expression hardened, and he couldn’t hold back his disdain. “You left him because you were impatient? That’s just... selfish, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin’s eyes flashed with defensiveness. “You don’t understand! I deserve to be happy too. I couldn’t keep waiting for Chan to overcome his issues. I need someone who’s ready to commit now, not later.”

“Don’t try to deflect, Hyunjin. Why did you leave him like that? He was ready to take that step with you, despite all his fears and past trauma.” Jisung was trembling with rage. He’d never felt this much hatred for a friend before. 

Hyunjin stiffened, “Ready? He was never really ready, Jisung. He just said what he thought I wanted to hear. He doesn’t care about me the way I need him to. I’ve given everything to this relationship! And what do I get in return? Half-hearted promises and constant hesitation.”

“Chan opened up to you, trusted you, and you just threw it all away because you couldn’t wait a little longer? You don’t deserve him.” The room fell silent as Jisung’s words hung in the air. Hyunjin looked stunned, his face pale. Felix and Seungmin exchanged glances, both clearly siding with Jisung.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by Jisung’s response. He tried to defend himself, but in his emotional state, he slipped up. "I was... I mean, Minho and I—" He cut himself off, but it was too late. The realization hit the others like a punch to the gut.

The revelation hung heavy in the air, the other three looking at Hyunjin with a mixture of disgust and disbelief. Hyunjin’s eyes were red from crying, but there was a defiant edge to his stance. Felix and Seungmin looked at him with a mixture of shock and disgust, while Jisung was still processing the bombshell Hyunjin had dropped. Seungmin’s face twisted with anger. "You’ve been cheating on Chan?"

"Sleeping with Minho?" Felix asked, his voice trembling with disbelief and anger.

Seungmin's eyes narrowed as he began to berate Hyunjin. "How could you? After everything Chan has done for you? You’re nothing but a selfish coward."

Felix, usually the more composed one, couldn’t hide his disappointment and anger. "Hyunjin, this is beyond unacceptable. You betrayed Chan in the worst possible way."

Seungmin’s expression hardened, his disdain for Hyunjin clear. "That’s low, even for you.” Jisung, his heart pounding with rage and hurt, could only stare at Hyunjin, his mind racing.

Hyunjin tried to explain himself, his voice shaky. "Chan didn't love me enough. He was always distant, always preoccupied. Minho was there when Chan wasn't. Minho has promised me everything Chan couldn't."

Felix hesitated before asking the question that was on everyone's mind. "How long, Hyunjin? How long has this been going on?" Hyunjin hesitated, his eyes darting around the room. Felix's voice grew firmer. "Answer me, Hyunjin!"

With a defeated sigh, Hyunjin finally admitted, "It started last fall."

The revelation hit Jisung like a slap. "So all those late-night practices with Minho were just excuses? You were cheating on Chan this whole time?" Jisung's mind raced as he connected the dots. "Why would you get me involved if you were cheating? Why… why would you even want to marry Chan?" He felt sick.

Felix shook his head in disappointment. "How could you do that, Hyunjin? Chan deserves so much better."

But Hyunjin remained defiant, his voice rising. "I did nothing wrong. I deserve to be happy, and Minho gave me that. I did what I had to do to be happy." His face twisted with anger. "Minho made me feel special."

Felix's voice was filled with a mix of anger and sadness. "And you think that justifies what you did? You’ve hurt so many people, Hyunjin." 

Hyunjin's anger flared. "You’re all defending Chan like he’s perfect. But I was hurt too. Why aren’t you defending me? You’re my friends! Minho was there for me when Chan wasn't."

Seungmin added, his voice sharp, "Take responsibility for your actions. You chose to cheat, to betray him. Don’t act like the victim here."

Hyunjin's frustration boiled over. "You don’t understand! Chan was never going to marry me. He couldn’t commit. Minho was there for me in ways Chan never was."

Seungmin didn’t hold back, "You’re unbelievable, Hyunjin! You think that justifies cheating?" his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

Hyunjin sneered. "Chan's weak and broken. You think you can fix that? I shouldn't have to be responsible for fixing someone like him. He’ll never be able to love anyone properly”

Jisung felt a surge of anger rising within him, his emotions boiling over. “How dare you?” he snapped, his voice shaking with rage, as he stepped close to Hyunjin. “You think you deserve better? Chan has been through so much, and all you can think about is yourself?”

Hyunjin squared his shoulders, not backing down. "Oh, and you’re so perfect, Jisung? You think you’re better than me?"

Jisung’s anger flared. "At least I’m not a lying, cheating piece of—"

Hyunjin met Jisung’s glare, his own anger flaring up. "Oh, and you think you’re so righteous? Always hanging around, pretending to be the perfect friend. We all know you’ve been waiting for a chance to swoop in."

Jisung’s anger reached its peak. He got right in Hyunjin’s face, his voice low and dangerous. "Stay away from Chan. You don’t deserve him. And if you come near him again, I’ll make sure you regret it."

Hyunjin's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I see. You've always wanted Chan for yourself. Don’t act like you’re innocent." He smirked, knowing his words were doing damage. “Well, congratulations Jisung, you can have him now. You're welcome.”

Jisung’s eyes blazed with fury. "I’ve only ever wanted Chan and you to be happy. But you—you’re nothing but a spoiled brat who can’t see beyond his own wants."

Hyunjin glared back, his own anger flaring. "And you're just a pathetic lovesick fool, living in Chan's shadow."

Jisung clenched his fists at his sides, "You’re the one who’s pathetic, Hyunjin. You couldn’t handle being loved by someone as amazing as Chan, so you threw it all away for what? For Minho?"

Felix and Seungmin quickly stepped in, pulling Jisung back before the situation escalated further. "That's enough," Felix said firmly. "Hyunjin, you need to leave. Now."

Hyunjin’s eyes widened with hurt and anger. "You’re choosing him over me?"

Seungmin, his tone laced with venom, "You and Minho deserve each other. You're both pathetic."

Hyunjin fired back, “And Chan? He’s just as pathetic for never seeing what was right in front of him."

Jisung’s eyes flashed with rage, but Felix tightened his grip on his arm, preventing him from lunging at Hyunjin. "Get out, Hyunjin," Felix said, his voice barely more than a whisper but filled with finality.

Hyunjin's face flushed with anger and hurt. “You know, Chan never had the guts to be the man I needed. And Minho? Minho is every bit the man that Chan can never be."

The words cut deep, intended to hurt and anger the others further. Seungmin, his voice cold and cutting, added, “Get. Out. Now. I’ll remove you myself if I have to.” He stepped forward, in front of Jisung and Felix, threateningly. 

Hyunjin glared at them, his face contorted with rage. "Fine. I don’t need any of you." He turned to leave, but not before throwing a final insult over his shoulder. "Tell Chan he’s a worthless piece of trash." His eyes locked with Jisung one last time, "Good luck with Chan. You'll need it."

As the door slammed shut behind Hyunjin, the room was filled with a heavy silence. Felix finally let his tears fall, while Seungmin placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. While comforting Felix he turned to Jisung, his expression softening. "Are you okay?"

Jisung, still shaking with residual anger, took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside him. "No, but I need to go to Chan.” He felt a desperate need to be with Chan, knowing how deeply this betrayal would hurt him. "I can’t stay here," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "He needs someone right now." His mind was a whirlwind of worry and anger. 

Felix nodded, understanding. "Go. We'll be here if you need anything."

After Jisung left to go to Chan, Felix remained in the apartment, tears streaming down his face, a mix of anger and sadness overwhelming him. Seungmin stood nearby, frozen in his own fury, the room thick with tension and the weight of betrayal.

Felix's voice trembled as he spoke, more to himself than to Seungmin. "How could this happen? Why?" he choked out between sobs, his voice filled with confusion and despair.

Seungmin's eyes were cold as he replied, "Minho is going to pay for this. They both will." His voice was low and dangerous, a thinly veiled threat.

Felix nodded, wiping his tears. "I’ll remove them from the studio. They don’t deserve to be part of our lives anymore."

They remained in that heavy silence for several long minutes, processing the shock and betrayal. The sound of the front door opening broke the stillness, Changbin walked through the door, his usual cheerful demeanor vanished the moment he saw their faces.

"What's going on?" Changbin asked, concern lacing his voice.

Felix, unable to hold back any longer, rushed into his boyfriend’s arms, breaking down completely. "Oh, Changbin," he sobbed, "It’s terrible."

Changbin held Felix tightly, his own heart breaking at the sight of his boyfriend’s distress. "It’s okay, Felix. I’m here. Tell me what happened."

Seungmin stepped forward, his expression grim. "Hyunjin admitted to sleeping with Minho. He left Chan, and it’s been going on a while. We confronted him, and it got ugly. Jisung went to find Chan."

Changbin’s eyes darkened with anger, but he kept his voice calm for Felix’s sake. "That bastard," he muttered under his breath. He focused on comforting Felix, who was sobbing uncontrollably in his arms. "Shh, it’s okay, Felix. I’m here," he murmured, holding him tightly.

Felix clung to Changbin, his body shaking with sobs. "I can’t believe it. Poor Chan. How could Hyunjin do this?" His tears soaked into his boyfriend’s shirt. "How could they do this, Bin? How could they hurt Chan like this?"

Changbin stroked Felix’s hair, his voice soothing despite the rage burning inside him. "We’ll get through this. We’ll be there for Chan and Jisung. And we’ll make sure Hyunjin and Minho are out of our lives for good."

Seungmin, still seething, made a snide comment. "I never liked Minho. I always knew he was trouble."

Changbin nodded, his expression grim. "He’s trash. Both of them are."

Seungmin nodded, his expression resolute. "They have no place here anymore. We’ll take care of it."

Changbin continued to comfort Felix, whispering reassurances and holding him close.

Jisung raced through the rainy streets, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, guilt, sadness, horror, fear, hate, and determination all swirled within him. Hyunjin's betrayal had cut deep, and Jisung couldn't shake the bitter taste of regret for ever trusting him.

How could Hyunjin do this to Chan? The thought kept repeating in Jisung's mind, fueling his rage and sorrow. He had never known it was possible to hate someone as much as he hated Hyunjin in this moment. Chan didn't deserve this; he deserved love, respect, and honesty. The pain in Jisung's heart was almost unbearable, but it also gave him the resolve he needed to push forward.

By the time he reached Chan's apartment, Jisung was drenched from the rain, but he didn't care. He pushed the door open, finding it slightly ajar, and hurried inside. The sight that greeted him was heart-wrenching: it was pure devastation inside—the picture frames, the overturned furniture, and the shattered pieces of Chan’s heart laid bare.

He stepped cautiously into the apartment, navigating through the mess. Furniture is overturned, picture frames shattered, and personal belongings scattered everywhere. His breath catches when he spots Chan on the floor of the kitchen, curled in on himself, surrounded by shattered glass and blood.

“Chan,” Jisung called out softly, his voice breaking. 

Jisung kneeled beside him, doing his best to avoid the glass, gently shaking his friend. Chan stirs, his eyes opening slowly, revealing the pain and heartbreak etched across his face.

“Jisung…” his voice alone shattered Jisungs heart, he pulled him into a tight embrace.

 “I’m here, Chan. I’m here. It’s going to be okay. You’re not alone.” Chan clung to Jisung with his bloody hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Chan's sobs were filled with a pain so deep it cut Jisung to the core. 

“He’s gone, Jisung,” Chan whispered, his voice trembling. “Hyunjin left. I was going to propose, but he’s gone.”

Jisung’s heart broke at the sight of his friend in such pain. He tightened his embrace. “I’m so sorry, Chan. I’m here. It’s going to be okay.”

Chan's fist clenched into Jisungs soaked shirt, sobbing uncontrollably. “Why, Jisung? Why am I so unlovable? Why does everyone leave me? He said he found someone else…in the note.”

Jisung’s own tears began to fall silently as he tried to be strong for his friend. “You’re not unlovable, Chan. You’re one of the most loving and caring people I know. This isn’t your fault. Sometimes… sometimes people make choices that hurt others, and it’s not because of who you are. It’s because of their own issues.”

He held Chan tightly, letting him cry out his pain, his own heart breaking with every sob that wracked Chan’s body. “Everything will be alright. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” He continued to whisper soothing words and let him cry, his own tears mingling with the rainwater still on his face.

"I can't believe he did this," Chan choked out between sobs. "I thought... I thought we were going to be okay."

Jisung felt his heart break all over again. "I know, Chan. I know. Hyunjin... he doesn't deserve you. He never did." Chan shook his head against Jisungs stomach. 

After a while, when Chan’s sobs had subsided into quiet whimpers, Jisung gently led him to the bathroom—the only place not destroyed. He sat Chan down on the edge of the bathtub and began to clean the small cuts on Chan’s hands, speaking softly and soothingly.

“Let’s get these cleaned up, okay?” Jisung said, his voice calm and gentle. “You’ve been through a lot, and it’s important to take care of yourself.”

Chan nodded weakly, too exhausted to do anything but comply. Jisung worked with care, wiping away the blood and applying antiseptic to the cuts. His hands were steady, but his heart was aching for his friend.

As he continued to clean the wounds, silent tears streamed down Jisung's face. He couldn't help but wonder if Chan would ever be okay again, if he would ever return to the person Jisung had fallen in love with. The thought of Chan being forever changed by this betrayal was almost too much to bear.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Chan spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand, Jisung. What did I do wrong? I was moving forward. I was doing what Hyunjin wanted. I… love him."

Jisung paused, his heart aching at the raw pain in Chan's voice. He knelt down in front of Chan, looking up into his eyes. "Chan, you did nothing wrong. This isn't about you not being enough. Hyunjin... he made his own choices. He was the one who betrayed you."

"But I tried so hard," Chan continued, his voice cracking. "I thought I was doing everything right. I was going to propose, Jisung. I told him the truth. I thought that would make him happy."

Jisung's tears fell freely now, his heart breaking for the man he loved. "Chan, you are more than enough. You always have been. Hyunjin's actions were his own, and they don't reflect your worth or what you deserve. You deserve someone who loves you unconditionally, who values you for who you are."

Chan looked into Jisung's eyes, his own filled with confusion and hurt. "I just... I don't know what to do. I feel so lost."

Jisung reached up, cupping Chan's face gently in his hands. "You don't have to do this alone, Chan. We're all here for you. Felix, Changbin, Seungmin, and me. We'll help you through this. You are not alone."

Chan's gaze softened slightly, the numbness giving way to a flicker of gratitude. "Thank you, Jisung. I don't know what I would do without you."

Jisung leaned in, pressing his forehead against Chan's. "You don't have to find out. I'm here, and I always will be."

As they sat there in the small bathroom, surrounded by the quiet and the aftermath of pain, Jisung made a silent vow to himself. No matter how long it took, no matter how difficult the journey, he would be there for Chan. He would help him heal, help him find his way back to happiness. And maybe, just maybe, they could build something new together.

For now, though, all that mattered was that Chan knew he wasn't alone. And Jisung would make sure he never felt that way again.

Chapter Text

Like The Sun

It was a quiet evening on the college campus, the air filled with a sense of calm as students trickled in and out of the buildings. The soft glow of streetlights cast long shadows on the paths, and in one of the music classrooms, a young Chan, only 16 years old, struggled with his textbooks, laptop, and a pile of music sheets. He was nervous, shy, and uncertain, trying to balance everything as he made his way to a desk.

As he fumbled, almost dropping his laptop, a voice broke through the silence. "Hey, do you need a hand?"

Chan looked up to see a young man, probably around 19 years old, with a kind smile on his face. He had a confident yet approachable demeanor, and his presence seemed to fill the room with warmth.

"Uh, yeah, actually," Chan replied, his voice small. "Thanks."

The young man stepped forward, helping Chan with his books and music sheets. "No problem. I'm Woojin, by the way. I haven't seen you around here before."

Chan, feeling a bit bashful, smiled shyly. "I'm Chan. I'm not a college student. I'm still in high school, but I wanted to start taking some advanced music classes."

Woojin's smile widened, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Impressive. It's not every day you see someone your age taking college courses. If you ever need help on campus or with anything, you can count on me."

Chan felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. He was in awe of Woojin's confidence and kindness. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."

Woojin nodded, his eyes twinkling with a friendly light. "Don't mention it. Everyone needs a bit of help sometimes. Plus, it's always nice to see new faces around here."

As they settled into their seats, Woojin continued to chat with Chan, making him feel more at ease. They talked about music, their favorite composers, and their aspirations. Chan found himself relaxing, his initial nervousness fading away in the warmth of Woojin's friendly demeanor.

The class began, and throughout the session, Woojin would occasionally glance over at Chan, giving him encouraging nods. Chan, feeling more confident with each passing moment, managed to keep up with the class, his initial fears dissipating.

After the class ended, Woojin walked with Chan to the exit, continuing their conversation. "So, how did you find the class?"

"It was great," Chan said, his eyes shining with excitement. "A bit challenging, but I learned a lot."

Woojin patted him on the back. "You'll do just fine, Chan. Just remember, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

As Chan walked home that evening, his heart was light with a newfound sense of confidence and excitement. Meeting Woojin had been a stroke of luck, and he felt incredibly grateful for the kind welcome and offer of help. Little did he know, this encounter would mark the beginning of a significant chapter in his life, one filled with learning, growth, and the complexities of relationships.

For now, though, he was content with the knowledge that he had someone to count on in this new and challenging environment. And as he looked up at the night sky, Chan couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, he was exactly where he was meant to be.

As days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, Woojin and Chan's friendship blossomed into something truly special. Chan had never met someone like Woojin before—so easy to talk to, so understanding. Woojin was like the sun during summer, bright and warm, and Chan found himself naturally gravitating towards him. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, and Chan felt like he had finally found someone he could trust completely.

It was during a late-night study session in Woojin's dorm, just before finals, that Chan found himself on the verge of sharing his most terrifying secret. The room was quiet, the only sound being the rustle of papers and the occasional sigh of frustration as they worked through their study materials. Woojin was focused on his notes, but Chan's mind was elsewhere, consumed by a secret he had been carrying for what felt like forever. Chan's heart pounded in his chest, his palms sweaty with anxiety.

"Woojin," Chan began, his voice trembling slightly. "There's something I need to tell you."

Woojin looked up from his notes, his expression concerned yet gentle. "What's up, Chan? You know you can tell me anything."

Chan took a deep breath, his eyes darting nervously around the room before finally settling on Woojin's face. "I... I'm gay," he blurted out, his voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Chan's breath caught in his throat, terrified of Woojin's reaction. This was his most cherished friend, the person who had become a pillar of support in his life. What if this changed everything? What if he lost him?

But then, Woojin smiled—a genuine, warm smile that reached his eyes. "That's great, Chan," he said, his voice filled with genuine acceptance. "I'm really glad you told me."

Chan felt like he could suddenly breathe again. The fear that had gripped his heart loosened its hold, and he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Woojin.

"You don't care?" Chan asked, his voice shaky with emotion. “I’ve never told anyone before.”

"Of course not," Woojin replied, his smile never wavering. "All I care about is your happiness, Chan. And our friendship. As long as you're happy and safe, that's all that matters to me."

Tears welled up in Chan's eyes, and he quickly wiped them away, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Woojin. You have no idea how much this means to me."

Woojin reached out and placed a comforting hand on Chan's shoulder. "You don't have to thank me, Chan. We're friends. Nothing's going to change that."

As they returned to their studies, the atmosphere was lighter, filled with a sense of camaraderie and mutual support. Chan's heart swelled with appreciation for Woojin, knowing that their friendship was one of the most precious things in his life. And with Woojin's unwavering support, Chan felt ready to take on the world.

It was Chan's birthday, and he found himself sitting in Woojin's dorm room, trying to focus on the movie playing on the screen. Woojin was curled up on his bed with his new boyfriend, Wonwoo, who had his arm wrapped around Woojin. Chan had eagerly accepted Woojin's invitation, thinking it was going to be a special evening just for the two of them. But when he arrived and saw Woojin and Wonwoo making out, his heart sank.

Chan had been moody ever since. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't upset because of Wonwoo's presence or because Woojin had a boyfriend at all. But deep down, he knew that both of those things bothered him more than he wanted to admit. Just as Chan was about to make up an excuse to leave, Wonwoo suddenly shot up, cursing under his breath.

"Oh, shit! I forgot I have soccer practice," Wonwoo said, quickly gathering his things. He leaned down to kiss Woojin goodbye before rushing out the door. "See you later!"

As the door closed behind Wonwoo, Woojin turned to Chan with a warm smile. "I'm glad we're alone now. Come here."

Chan hesitated for a moment but then joined Woojin on the bed. Woojin's eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned away briefly, only to turn back with a small wrapped gift in his hands.

"You didn't think I'd forget my favorite person's birthday, did you?" Woojin smirked, handing the gift to Chan.

Chan blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and happiness. He carefully unwrapped the gift, his eyes widening as he saw a brand new recording mic. He was stunned.

"Woojin, this is... incredible. Thank you so much," Chan said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Woojin moved in close, his breath warm against Chan's cheek as he whispered, "Happy birthday, Channie." He then kissed Chan on the cheek.

Chan felt like he was suffocating with Woojin so close, his heart pounding in his chest. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks—he had a crush on Woojin. The mixed feelings of admiration, gratitude, and something deeper swirled inside him, making it hard to breathe.

Woojin pulled Chan against him, cuddling him as they settled back to finish the movie. Chan tried to focus on the screen, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying the moment over and over.

As they lay there, Chan's head resting against Woojin's chest, he felt a sense of peace mixed with confusion. He had always admired Woojin, but now he realized it was more than just admiration. It was a crush, and it was intense.

He had a best friend who cared about him deeply and had gone out of his way to make his birthday special. He would treasure this moment, even if it meant keeping his feelings to himself for now. As the movie played on, Chan nestled closer to Woojin, feeling a mix of happiness and longing, but grateful for the bond they shared.

Chan closed his eyes, trying to savor the moment despite the turmoil inside him. He didn't know what the future held, but for now, he was content to be close to Woojin, even if it was just as friends.

Chan stormed into Woojin's dorm, his anger and hurt propelling him forward. He used the spare key Woojin had given him, not caring about the consequences. They had plans earlier that day, plans Chan had been looking forward to so much that he even ditched school. But Woojin never showed, leaving Chan waiting and feeling increasingly stupid and angry as the minutes turned into hours.

Inside the dorm, Chan was greeted with a sight that made his blood boil. Woojin was shirtless, fooling around with not one, but two new boyfriends. Chan had stopped trying to remember their names; Woojin went through boyfriends like they were seasonal trends.

Woojin looked up, his eyes widening in realization and guilt as he saw Chan standing there. "Shit," he muttered, quickly standing up. He hurriedly ushered the two other men out of the room, not offering them any explanation.

Once they were alone, Woojin turned to Chan, his face a mix of remorse and concern. "Chan, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot about our plans."

Chan stood there, trembling with a mix of anger and betrayal. "You forgot? I ditched school to be there! I waited for you for hours, Woojin!" His voice cracked, and he didn't even realize he had started to cry.

Woojin tried to hug him, but Chan shoved him away, ripping into him with words that cut deep. "You always do this, Woojin! You make plans and then forget about them because you're too busy with your latest fling! Do I even matter to you?"

Woojin, looking genuinely remorseful, managed to pull Chan into his embrace despite his resistance. He held him tightly, whispering apologies. "I'm sorry, Chan. I know I fucked up. I promise I'll make it up to you."

Chan found it hard to keep resisting and being angry. Woojin's embrace was warm and familiar, and despite everything, it always felt so nice to be held by him. Slowly, Chan leaned into Woojin, his anger melting away.

Woojin cupped Chan's face, wiping away his tears. "Please forgive me. I don't want to lose you. You do mean something to me, Chan. More than you know." He confessed, his voice carried a desperate tone that made Chan shiver. “Can you forgive me?”

Chan, still sniffling, nodded. "Of course."

Woojin leaned in, kissing the tears away from Chan's cheeks. The simple touch sent electricity sparking between them, and suddenly, the tension that had been building over the last year and a half, ignited. It was as if they were on fire, the intensity of their emotions undeniable. Chan became acutely aware of Woojin’s shirtless state, the closeness of their bodies.

Woojin looked into Chan’s eyes, searching for something. He saw a mixture of vulnerability and longing in them. "Chan," he starred as Chan’s eyes watched his lips.

"Woojin," Chan whispered, but Woojin silenced him with a passionate kiss.

The kiss was everything Chan had ever dreamed of—intense, filled with emotion, and so right. His heart raced as he kissed back, his arms wrapping around Woojin’s neck. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in that moment. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless.

"I like you, Woojin," Chan admitted, his voice trembling with emotion.

Woojin smiled, his eyes softening. "I like you too, Chan. Took us long enough to admit it, huh?" Woojin brushed a strand of hair from Chan’s forehead.

Chan laughed through his tears, the tension and anger finally dissipating. "Yeah, it did."

Woojin pulled him close again, their foreheads touching. "Let's not waste any more time, then." Woojin smiled, his eyes softening. "I promise I'll be better. I won’t let you down again."

Chan nodded, feeling a sense of hope and happiness he hadn’t felt in a long time. "I believe you, Woojin."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Chan felt like things might finally be falling into place. They were starting a new chapter, one built on honesty and mutual affection. It wasn’t going to be easy, but with Woojin by his side, he felt ready to face whatever came next. And that was enough.

It was Woojin's 21st birthday, and he and Chan were spending a quiet night together, relishing the rare moments they could steal away from their demanding schedules. With Woojin's finals approaching and Chan's high school graduation looming, their time together had become increasingly scarce. Now, they lay on Woojin's bed, watching a movie, their bodies comfortably entwined.

Woojin turned to Chan and kissed him gently, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for everything today, Chan. The gifts, the cake—it all meant so much to me."

Chan smiled warmly, his heart swelling with affection. "Anything for you," he said sincerely.

Woojin’s expression shifted, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. He pulled away slightly, and Chan noticed the change immediately. His brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

Woojin shook his head, but Chan reached out, taking his hand. "You can tell me, Woojin."

There was a moment of hesitation before Woojin spoke. "Did you mean it? That you would do anything for me?"

Chan nodded without hesitation. "Of course. I love you."

It was the first time Chan had said those words, and Woojin's eyes widened in surprise. Then, in a sudden surge of emotion, he knocked Chan backwards onto the bed, hovering over him. Woojin's gaze was intense as he spoke, his voice a mix of urgency and desire. "Let me be your first, Chan."

Chan's breath caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of hesitation and fear wash over him. He had never done this before. The unknown was terrifying, and the weight of the moment pressed down on him. “I don't know, Woojin. I'm scared. I've never..."

Woojin gently caressed his face. "I love you, Chan. This is what you do in a loving relationship." He gave Chan a gentle kiss, “Trust me.”

Those words echoed in Chan's mind, dispelling some of his fear. Woojin loved him, and Chan wanted to do anything to make him happy. Slowly, he nodded. "Okay. I trust you."

Woojin smiled, and they kissed again, the passion between them growing. Chan tried to focus on the feeling of Woojin's lips against his, letting himself get lost in the moment. The fear was still there, but so was the love, and he clung to that as he surrendered to Woojin's touch.

The night unfolded in a blur of emotions and sensations, new and overwhelming. Chan found himself clinging to Woojin, trying to match his intensity, his mind reeling from the mixture of fear and love.

When it was over, they lay together, their bodies tangled in the sheets. Chan felt a sense of profound attachment to Woojin, the bond they shared growing stronger. He knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

Woojin looked at Chan, a satisfied and loving expression on his face. "Thank you for trusting me, Channie."

Chan smiled, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment. "Thank you for being patient with me, Woojin. I love you."

"I love you too," Woojin whispered, planting a soft kiss on Chan's forehead.

Woojin held Chan close, whispering soft reassurances. Chan’s mind was still spinning, but he felt a sense of peace, knowing he had done something significant for the person he loved. As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other, Chan felt a deep sense of belonging. 

Chan stood in the middle of their first shared apartment, tears streaming down his face as he and Woojin argued yet again. The tension between Woojin and Chan had been escalating for months. Their relationship, once filled with love and warmth, had become a battlefield of constant arguments. Chan was fed up with Woojin’s constant flirting with other people. It didn’t matter whether Woojin initiated it or not; the fact that he didn’t stop it hurt Chan deeply.

Lately, Woojin had been distant, their arguments driving a wedge between them. Chan couldn’t even remember the last time Woojin had said he loved him. Insecurity gnawed at Chan, filling him with terror that Woojin might be getting bored with him. Chan's emotions were in turmoil, feeling like he was on the edge of a breakdown. He trusted Woojin, knew he wasn’t cheating, but the constant flirting made him feel insecure, like he wasn’t enough. Woojin was Chan’s first everything—boyfriend, love, partner. He was Chan’s world, and the thought of losing him was unbearable.

"Why do you keep doing this?" Chan yelled, his voice cracking with emotion. 

Woojin, equally exasperated, threw his hands up in frustration. "Chan, you're being ridiculous. You can’t keep bringing this up." He ran a hand through his hair. "It's just harmless flirting. Why can't you understand that?"

"Because it doesn't feel harmless to me!" Chan replied, his eyes welling up with tears. "I feel like I'm not enough for you. I feel like you're slipping away."

Woojin sighed deeply, his frustration evident. "Chan, you're younger than me. I get that you have insecurities, but this is getting really annoying."

“I can’t take it anymore, Woojin!” Chan shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. “I’m just here until you find someone better, is that it?”

Woojin, equally frustrated, threw his hands up in exasperation. “I’m not doing anything wrong, Chan! It’s not like I’m not cheating on you. You know that!”

“I know!” Chan yelled back, his voice trembling. “I know you’re not cheating, but it still hurts. It makes me feel so insecure. I just want you to understand how I feel and to care enough to stop.”

"Why do you always have to be so insecure, Chan?" Woojin snapped, his patience worn thin. "I can't even talk to other people without you getting jealous." He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, Chan. Maybe you're just too young to understand what I need."

"Too young?" Chan repeated, his voice trembling with anger and sadness. "You knew how old I was when we started dating, you knew our age gap! You can't throw that in my face now."

Woojin shook his head, exasperated. "It's not just your age, Chan. It's your constant need for reassurance, your clinginess. It's exhausting."

Chan recoiled at Woojin's harsh words, his heart breaking. "I'm sorry for being such a burden," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. Chan felt like he was falling apart, his emotions a whirlwind of pain and confusion.

Seeing Chan so upset, Woojin felt a pang of guilt. He approached Chan, his expression conflicted. "Chan, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." Woojin stared at Chan, his own anger and exhaustion mirrored in his eyes. “What do you want from me, Chan? I don’t know what else to do.”

"I just want you!" Chan replied, his voice trembling. "I just want you, Woojin. To be your only one. I love you so much, and it hurts to feel like I’m not enough. I just need to know that you still love me."

Woojin paused, the realization of Chan's deep-seated fears and insecurities hitting him hard. He looked at Chan, really seeing the pain and desperation in his eyes. And then, without thinking, he blurted out, "Marry me."

Chan blinked, stunned by Woojin’s words. “What?” He had just turned 19 last month, and Woojin was now 22. They were so young. What would people think? But as he looked into Woojin’s eyes, he saw the sincerity and love there.

"Marry me, Channie," Woojin repeated, his voice softer but no less determined. “Be my only one. Let’s make it official. Let’s show everyone that we belong to each other.”

Chan’s tears turned from ones of anger and hurt to tears of happiness. A smile broke out on his face, and he nodded, unable to believe what was happening. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, I'll marry you."

Woojin closed the distance between them, pulling Chan into a deep, loving kiss. All the tension and anger melted away, replaced by a sense of relief and joy. They stood there, wrapped up in each other, knowing that they were taking a huge step forward but feeling confident that they could face anything as long as they were together.

As they pulled away from the kiss, Woojin smiled down at Chan. "I don’t care what anyone thinks. All that matters is us."

Chan nodded, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I love you, Woojin."

With great effort, Woojin forced a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I love you too, Chan." He pulled him into another embrace.

In that moment, all the doubts and insecurities seemed to vanish. 

It was a beautifully warm summer day, the kind that seemed perfect for a wedding. Chan stood at the altar, looking up at the sky with a smile. He felt incredibly lucky. Their engagement hadn’t been long—just seven months—but it had been enough to plan their dream wedding. Woojin wanted a large wedding, and though Chan didn’t mind, the grandeur of it all made him a bit nervous.

As he waited for Woojin to walk down the aisle, Chan replayed all their memories together. It felt surreal that their special day had finally arrived. However, as time stretched on, his nerves began to grow. He smoothed down his suit, hoping he looked good enough for Woojin. He glanced at the crowd, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

Then the music started, and Chan turned with excitement, ready to see Woojin. But instead of Woojin, it was their mutual friend Nayeon walking briskly towards him. The music stopped abruptly, and confusion rippled through the crowd.

Nayeon reached Chan, her face a mask of concern and pity. She slipped a piece of paper into his hand. Chan’s heart sank. "Is something wrong? Is Woojin okay?" he asked, his voice shaky.

Nayeon whispered, "I’m so sorry, Chan." She looked at him with such pity that Chan felt a cold dread settle over him. He unfolded the note with trembling hands and began to read as Nayeon addressed the crowd.

"There isn’t going to be a wedding," she announced, her voice filled with regret. "We apologize to everyone for the inconvenience."

Chan's vision blurred as he read the note:

"Chan,

I can't do this. I'm so sorry, but I can't marry you. There’s someone else, and I thought by getting married, I could forget him, move past it. But I can't. You're not the one for me.

Woojin"

Chan felt sick. His legs wobbled, and his stomach churned. Nayeon gently led him away from the crowd, away from the whispered words and pitying glances. The words on the paper seemed to sear into his mind, each one a dagger to his heart.

Once they were alone, Nayeon squeezed his hand. "I’ll give you some space," she said softly before walking away, leaving Chan alone to process what had just happened.

Chan stood there, the note crumpled in his hand, feeling a wave of emotions crash over him. He felt humiliated, hurt, betrayed, and utterly broken. The man he thought was his sun, his everything, had abandoned him on what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life.

When he finally found the strength to return to their apartment, he discovered that all of Woojin's things were gone. The emptiness of the space mirrored the emptiness he felt inside. The finality of it crushed him. The place felt empty, devoid of the warmth and love he had once felt there. Chan collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. He cried, mourning the loss of the future he had envisioned with Woojin.

For the better part of a year, Chan cried. He cried for the love he thought he had, for the future he believed in, and for the person he realized he couldn’t trust. He felt worthless, unlovable, as if everything he had believed in was a lie.

When he finally managed to pull himself together, Chan made a promise to himself. He vowed never to let himself get hurt like that again. He would guard his heart fiercely, never allowing anyone to get close enough to cause him such pain. Woojin had been like the sun, and Chan had flown too close, only to get burned.

With time, Chan rebuilt his life. He focused on his music, on his career, and on becoming stronger. He promised himself he would never let anyone else make him feel worthless or unlovable. And as the years passed, he held onto that promise, using it as a shield to protect his heart from ever breaking again.

He surrounded himself with friends, new and old, who truly cared for him, and slowly, he began to heal.

But the scars remained, a reminder of the pain he had endured. And though he moved forward, a part of him would always remember the boy who had loved so deeply, only to be left shattered and alone.

Chapter Text

Always

Chan was a mess after Hyunjin left him. The old memories of Woojin's betrayal came rushing back, hitting him with full force. He couldn't bring himself to eat, get out of bed, or even face the world. The weight of his grief was suffocating, but through it all, Jisung was there, a constant presence of support and encouragement.

The night Jisung found Chan in the wreckage of his apartment, he had carefully cleaned and bandaged Chan's wounds. After coaxing him to bed, Jisung spent the entire night cleaning up the apartment as best he could. Since that night, he hadn't left Chan's side.

Jisung made sure Chan had warm meals, often having to convince him to eat. He helped around the house, gently reminding Chan to take care of himself. "Come on, Chan, just a few bites," he would say, his voice soft but firm. "You need your strength."

At night, Jisung slept on the couch, always within earshot in case Chan needed him. More often than not, Chan would wake in the middle of the night, plagued by nightmares. Each time, Jisung was there in an instant, rushing to his side.

"It's okay, Chan," Jisung would whisper, caressing his back and holding him close. "I'm here. Everything will be okay."

Chan would cling to him, the comfort of Jisung's presence helping to soothe the turmoil inside him. Jisung's unwavering support was like a lifeline, pulling him back from the brink each time he felt like he was drowning.

Days turned into weeks, and slowly, very slowly, Chan began to heal. It was a long and painful process, but with Jisung by his side, he found the strength to take small steps forward. Jisung's patience and love were boundless, and he never once wavered in his dedication to helping Chan through the darkest time of his life.

One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Jisung gently took Chan's hand. "You're doing so well, Chan. I'm proud of you."

Chan looked at him, his eyes filled with gratitude and a glimmer of hope. "I don't know what I would do without you, Jisung."

Jisung smiled, squeezing Chan's hand. "You'll never have to find out. I'll always be here for you."

Felix and Changbin arrived at Chan's apartment, the concern evident on their faces as they knocked on the door. Jisung greeted them with a tired but genuine smile, stepping aside to let them in.

"Chan's in the shower," Jisung said quietly, leading them into the living room. Felix and Changbin exchanged glances before looking back at Jisung.

"How has he been?" Felix asked, his voice soft with concern.

Jisung released a breath, the weight of the past weeks evident in his expression. "It's been easier the last few weeks. Chan's made a lot of progress. His nightmares are less frequent, he's eating more, and he's been smiling."

Felix let out a relieved breath, his shoulders relaxing. "That's great to hear."

Changbin nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Jisung. You've done so much for him."

But Jisung shook his head, refusing the praise. "I'm just doing what anyone would do. Chan needed someone, and I'll always be that someone for him."

At that moment, they heard a door open, and Chan emerged from the bedroom in a T-shirt and basketball shorts, his hair wet and curly from the shower. He paused when he saw Felix and Changbin, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, guys," Chan greeted them, his voice warm and filled with genuine happiness. The light in his eyes was unmistakable, a stark contrast to the darkness that had been there just weeks before.

Felix and Changbin smiled back, relieved and happy to see their friend looking more like himself again. "Hey, Chan," Changbin said, pulling him into a brief, tight hug. "It's good to see you man."

"Yeah, it's really good to see you smiling again," Felix added, giving Chan a warm hug as well.

Chan chuckled, feeling a bit shy but genuinely happy. "Thanks, guys. It's good to see you too." His smile widened, and he glanced at Jisung, gratitude shining in his eyes. "I've had a lot of help."

Felix and Changbin exchanged another look, their appreciation for Jisung's unwavering support evident. "Well, we're just glad to see you doing better," Changbin said, his voice filled with sincerity. He clapped Chan on the shoulder. "We've missed you, man. How are you feeling?"

Chan glanced at Jisung, who gave him an encouraging nod. "I'm feeling better," Chan said honestly. "It's been tough, but Jisung's been a lifesaver. I don't know what I would've done without him."

Jisung blushed slightly, looking away. "You're stronger than you think, Chan. I'm just here to remind you of that."

"Thanks," Chan replied, his voice soft but steady. "I still have a long way to go, but... I'm getting there."

Felix nodded, his expression encouraging. "And we'll all be here to support you every step of the way."

As they settled into the living room, the atmosphere was lighter, filled with the warmth of friendship and the promise of better days ahead. Chan still had his struggles, but with Jisung, Felix, and Changbin by his side, he knew he wasn't alone.

Jisung sat down next to Chan, their shoulders touching, and for the first time in a long while, Chan felt a deep sense of peace. He had his friends, his support system, and most importantly, he had hope. And that was enough to keep him moving forward.

Months had passed since Chan's breakup with Hyunjin, and in that time, Jisung had all but moved in officially. Chan was more or less back to his old self, finding joy in music and daily routines again. However, there were still moments of insecurity that plagued him, lingering fears that he kept to himself.

Whenever Chan woke up and couldn't immediately find Jisung, or when Jisung went to his dorm for the night, a sense of panic would creep into Chan's mind. He was terrified of being abandoned again, of being left behind by someone he loved. Though he never voiced these fears, Jisung knew. He had seen the panic in Chan's eyes when he entered a room, only to see Chan visibly relax once he realized Jisung was there.

One evening, Jisung returned from a late class to find Chan in the midst of a panic attack. Chan was sitting on the floor, his back against the kitchen cabinet, his breathing erratic and shallow. His eyes were wide with fear, tears streaming down his face, and he clutched his knees to his chest as if trying to hold himself together. Jisung's heart ached at the sight.

"Chan, hey, it's okay," Jisung said softly, quickly kneeling beside him. He wrapped his arms around Chan, holding him close. "I'm here. I'm right here."

Chan clung to Jisung, trying to ground himself. "I...I thought you weren't coming back," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Jisung gently stroked Chan's hair, his touch soothing. "I'm here, Chan. I always come back. I'm not going anywhere."

As Chan’s panic subsided, he leaned into Jisung, taking comfort in his warmth and steady heartbeat. “I’m sorry,” Chan mumbled, his voice shaky. “I just… I get so scared sometimes.”

Jisung tightened his hold, his voice firm but gentle. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s okay to feel scared. But I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Chan nodded, his grip on Jisung’s shirt tightening. He could feel himself getting more and more attached to Jisung, but he couldn’t help it. Jisung had been his rock, his constant source of support, and the thought of losing him was terrifying.

They stayed like that for a while, Jisung offering words of comfort and reassurance until Chan's breathing steadied. Chan felt a deep sense of gratitude and affection for Jisung, realizing just how much he had come to rely on him.

As the weeks went by, Chan found he cherished the little moments they shared—the late-night conversations, the way Jisung always knew how to make him laugh, and the quiet, reassuring presence he provided.

One night, as they sat together on the couch, Chan looked over at Jisung. "I don't know what I would do without you," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

Jisung smiled, reaching out to take Chan's hand. "You don't have to find out. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Chan squeezed Jisung's hand, feeling a surge of warmth and love. "I love you, Jisung."

Jisung's eyes softened, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Chan's forehead. "I love you too, Chan. Always." He knew Chan didn’t mean it in the same way, but Jisung cherished the words all the same.

In that moment, Chan felt a sense of peace and security he hadn't felt in a long time. With Jisung by his side, he knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead. Their bond was strong, and together, they could overcome anything.

As they settled in for the night, Chan felt a deep sense of gratitude for the love and support Jisung had given him. He knew that with Jisung by his side, he was never truly alone, and that thought brought him a comfort he had longed for.

One night, with the weight of schoolwork lifted temporarily, Jisung finally had a break. They sat together in the apartment, comfortable in their well-established routine. Jisung's constant presence had become so normal that they had their own sides of the couch, and they seamlessly shared household responsibilities. Jisung often referred to Chan's apartment as "home," and Chan found immense comfort in that.

As they relaxed, Chan felt a familiar but unsettling feeling rising within him. It scared him because, despite knowing that Jisung wasn't Hyunjin or Woojin, doubts still crept in. He didn’t doubt Jisung, or at least he didn’t mean to. The doubt just appeared sometimes, unbidden and unwelcome. But the pull he felt towards Jisung was starting to outweigh his fear of abandonment. Jisung had seen him at his lowest, and yet he was still here. That had to mean something.

He started noticing the way Jisung looked at him, the way his touch lingered a little longer, and the way his words carried a deeper meaning. Slowly, Chan found himself believing that Jisung could feel the same. The realization was both comforting and terrifying. Could he risk opening his heart again, especially to someone who had been his anchor through the storm?

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Jisung could feel Chan's eyes on him, could sense the unspoken words hovering on his lips. His voice was barely a whisper, heavy with emotion. “Jisung, can we talk?” he began, his voice trembling slightly, "I need to tell you something."

Jisung turned to him, his expression open and attentive. "What is it, Chan?"

Chan took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “These past months…you’ve been my rock. I don’t know how I would have gotten through without you. But…there’s something I need to say.”

Jisung felt his pulse quicken, a mixture of hope and fear swirling within him. “Go on,” he urged gently. Without fully realizing it, Jisung turned to face Chan completely, their eyes locking in a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. The room felt electrified, the air thick with unexpressed emotions. Jisungs knee brushed against Chan's hand, sending a jolt through both of them.

“I…I’m scared, Jisung. Scared of losing you. Scared of getting hurt again. But also, I’m scared of how much I’ve come to care about you.” Chan’s voice wavered, his vulnerability laid bare.

Jisung reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he placed it over Chan’s. “Chan, I’ve been feeling the same way. I’m scared too. Scared of pushing you away, of ruining what we have. But I can’t deny how I feel about you. How I’ve felt.”

Their eyes locked, the tension between them growing almost unbearable. Chan could feel the heat radiating from Jisung’s body, the intensity of his gaze making his heart race. He leaned in slightly, hesitating just inches from Jisung’s lips. “What if we mess this up? What if I mess this up?”

Jisung’s breath hitched, his own fears mirrored in Chan’s words. “What if we don’t?” he whispered back. “What if this is what we’ve both been needing?”

In that moment, something shifted between them. The fear and doubt melted away, replaced by a deep sense of trust and connection. Their faces were inches apart, and Chan could feel the heat between them. He leaned in slowly, and Jisung met him halfway. Their lips touched in a tentative kiss, a mix of uncertainty and longing. It was soft and sweet, filled with all the unspoken emotions they had both been carrying.

The kiss left a question hanging in the air. But as Jisung responded, it deepened into a passionate embrace. It was as if all the months of suppressed emotions and unspoken desires were pouring out in that single, electrifying moment. The kiss became both tender and desperate years of unspoken feelings and suppressed desires bursting forth. It was a moment of pure connection, healing, and discovery.

Jisung’s hands moved to cup Chan’s face, his touch gentle yet firm, as if reassuring Chan that he wasn’t going anywhere. Chan responded by deepening the kiss, his fingers tangling in Jisung’s hair, pulling him closer.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other’s. Chan’s eyes were filled with tears, a mix of relief and lingering fear. “Jisung, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

Jisung wiped away a stray tear from Chan’s cheek, his own eyes glistening. “You won’t lose me, Chan. I promise.”

This was new territory for both of them, but it felt right. It felt like the beginning of something beautiful and enduring. It was a moment of pure connection, something neither of them had ever experienced before.

"This feels so right," Chan whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Jisung nodded, his smile radiant. "It does. We'll take it one step at a time, together." He leaned down and kissed Chan once more.

Chan and Jisung began to share more intimate moments together, exploring the depths of their new relationship. Each kiss, touch, and whispered word felt like a discovery, a journey of intimacy that deepened their connection in ways neither had expected. Jisung, thrilled and elated by their blossoming love, cherished every second with Chan. He had loved Chan for a while now, and seeing their relationship grow was like a dream come true.

For Chan, this was all new territory. The fear and doubts from his past still lingered, but with Jisung, everything felt effortless. Jisung’s patience and understanding made Chan feel safe, and he could sense Jisung holding back, perhaps out of fear of pushing too hard.

One evening, as they lay together on the couch, Chan decided to confront Jisung about his reserved nature. “Jisung, can I ask you something?”

Jisung looked up from the book he was reading, sensing the seriousness in Chan’s tone. “Of course, Chan. What’s on your mind?”

Chan hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I feel like you’re holding back sometimes. Like there’s something you’re not telling me. What is it?”

Jisung’s eyes widened slightly, and he bit his lip, unsure of how to respond. “I… I just don’t want to scare you away, Chan.”

“Scare me away?” Chan repeated, his confusion growing. “Jisung, you can tell me anything. Please, just be honest with me.”

Taking a deep breath, Jisung finally let it slip. “I love you, Chan. I’ve loved you for a while now. I’m sorry if that’s too much, too soon. I just… I don’t want to push you or make you feel uncomfortable.”

As soon as the words were out, Jisung pulled away, his heart pounding. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, fearing he had messed everything up.

Chan’s heart fluttered at Jisung’s confession. “Why would you be sorry for loving me?” he asked, his voice gentle but firm.

Jisung’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I just… I don’t want to pressure you. I don’t want to rush things.”

Chan didn’t need to think twice. He cupped Jisung’s face, pulling him back in with a tender kiss. The kiss was passionate, filled with the intensity of their unspoken feelings. When they finally broke apart, Chan looked into Jisung’s eyes, his voice filled with determination. “Jisung, you’re not going to scare me away. That’s not possible. I want you to be all in. I need you to love me fully, without holding back.”

Jisung’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I do, Chan. I love you completely.”

“You’re incredible, Jisung. I’m so lucky to have you.” Chan smiled, his own emotions bubbling to the surface. "I’m not ready to say I… say it back yet, but give me time. Please."

Jisung ran his fingers through Chan's hair, “Always, Chan. Always.”

Chan felt a wave of gratitude and amazement wash over him. He held Jisung close, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Thank you, Jisung. For being patient with me, for loving me. I promise I'll get there."

Jisung smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Chan's forehead. "I know you will. No matter how long it takes."

Overwhelmed by the depth of Jisung's love and patience, Chan leaned in and claimed Jisung's lips with a fervor he hadn’t realized he possessed. The kiss deepened, their passion for each other igniting like a flame. Chan’s hands roamed Jisung’s body, feeling the warmth and security that only Jisung could provide.

Jisung responded with equal passion, his hands tangling in Chan’s hair, pulling him closer. The world outside faded away as they lost themselves in each other, exploring the physical and emotional connection they had built.

That night, they explored their newfound closeness, both emotionally and physically, each touch and kiss solidifying their bond. Chan was amazed by the depth of his feelings for Jisung, and though he wasn’t ready to say the words just yet, he knew that he was well on his way.

That night, as they lay in bed, Chan turned to Jisung, his voice quiet but filled with emotion. “You know, I’ve been thinking… I don’t want you to leave.”

Jisung looked at him, his heart skipping a beat. “I’m not going anywhere, Chan.”

Chan shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “No, I mean… I want you to stay. For good. Move in with me. Officially.”

Jisung’s eyes widened with surprise and joy. “Are you sure?”

Chan nodded, his smile growing. “Yeah. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Jisung’s smile matched Chan’s as he leaned in to kiss him, sealing the promise of their future together. “I’d love to.”

The late night air was warm and heavy, the atmosphere in the apartment electric with the intensity of the moment. Chan and Jisung were lost in each other on the couch, their breaths mingling as they kissed passionately. Chan, shirtless and wearing only his shorts, had his hands gripping Jisung’s thighs, while Jisung straddled him, dressed in one of Chan’s old gym t-shirts. One of Jisung’s hands was tangled in the curls at the base of Chan’s neck, the other resting on his bare chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

Their intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by a knock at the door. Chan groaned playfully nipping at his boyfriend’s lips as the other reluctantly pulled away, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen. "I'll get it," Jisung said, sliding off Chan's lap.

Chan grinned playfully, running a hand through his messy hair. "You look pretty all red and marked up, Babe." he teased, referring to the red hickey on Jisung's neck, before heading to the bathroom. Jisung managed to land a small swat on chans arm, smirking.

He straightened his t-shirt, still feeling the lingering warmth of Chan’s touch. Jisung was glad that Chan was taller and bigger than he was, it allowed the shirt to fall just above his knees. He grabbed some money, assuming it was the delivery driver with their takeout.

But as he opened the door, his shy smile faltered. Standing there was Hyunjin, his eyes widening at the sight of Jisung. 

Jisung’s heart skipped a beat, a wave of emotions crashing over him—surprise, confusion, and a bit of fear. “Hyunjin?” He managed to say, his voice trembling slightly.

Hyunjin's expression shifted from shock to something unreadable. “Jisung, what- ” he cut himself off, his voice low and tense, with a shake of his head. “I… I needed to talk to Chan.”

Jisung hesitated, glancing over his shoulder toward the bathroom where Chan had disappeared. “He’s… he’s in the bathroom right now.”

“What’s that?” Hyunjin asked curtly, his eyes scanning Jisung and landing on the hickey on his neck.

Jisung instinctively reached up to cover it, feeling exposed, his heart racing. “This isn’t a good time, Hyunjin. Maybe you should come back later. I… I can tell him you stopped by.”

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed as he reached out to grab Jisung’s neck. Jisung flinched and stepped back, shocked and scared. “Hyunjin, what the hell?”

“Is that a hickey?” Hyunjin spat, his tone accusatory.

Jisung took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “This really isn’t a good time. Please, just leave.”

He moved to close the door, but Hyunjin stopped it with his hand.

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed as he took in Jisung’s appearance. "I see what's going on," he sneered. "You’ve finally gotten your claws into Chan. I always knew you had some stupid little crush on him, I just never thought you’d be stupid enough to act on it.”

Jisung felt a surge of anger but kept his voice steady. "Hyunjin, that's not fair. I love Chan. We love each other."

Hyunjin scoffed, his voice dripping with venom. "Love? You think Chan loves you? He’s using you to get over me."

”You’re wrong Hyunjin. He-”

”Has he said it? Has he actually told you he loves you?” Hyunjin snapped before he looked down at Jisung and gave a smug chuckle, “He hasn’t and let me tell you Ji, he won't.”

Jisung felt a pang of hurt at Hyunjin's words, but he pushed it aside. Despite his insecurities, he knew deep down that Chan loved him. Actions spoke louder than words, and Chan’s actions had always been filled with love and care.

Hyunjin's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he continued to press. "You know, by this point in our relationship, Chan had already told me he loved me. I guess you’re just not as important to him as I was."

Jisung shook his head, trying to block out Hyunjin's words. "I don’t want to hear this, Hyunjin. Just leave me alone."

But Hyunjin was relentless, enjoying the pain he was inflicting on his former friend. "Face it, Jisung. You're just a replacement, someone to fill the void. Chan will never love you like he loved me."

Tears welled up in Jisung's eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He knew Hyunjin was trying to get under his skin, to make him doubt everything he had with Chan. Taking a deep breath, Jisung squared his shoulders and looked Hyunjin in the eye.

"You're wrong, Hyunjin," Jisung said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his heart. "I know Chan loves me, even if he hasn’t said it yet. His actions show it every day. You can try to hurt me all you want, but it won’t change how I feel about him or how he feels about me."

Hyunjin's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, a sneer forming on his lips. "Believe what you want, Jisung. But you'll see. Chan will never love you."

The words stung, but Jisung stood his ground. "You’re delusional if you think Chan would ever take you back after what you did."

Hyunjin laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "You're so naive. He'll get bored of you eventually."

Jisung shook his head, trying to block out Hyunjin's words. "You're wrong, Hyunjin," Jisung said, his voice steady despite the tears in his eyes. "Chan and I have something real. Something you never had with him. He cares about me, and I care about him. We're happy together, and nothing you say will change that." 

Hyunjin's smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "We'll see about that," 

"Chan chose me, Hyunjin. He’s with me now. And no matter what you say or do, that won't change." Jisung’s defensive instinct kicked in. “You were the one that left Chan, you decided you didn’t want him. So why are you even here Hyunjin? Did Minho find someone better?”

Hyunjin’s face twisted in anger. As Jisung tried to close the door again, Hyunjin lashed out, grabbing his arm roughly. Jisung cried out in pain, trying to pull away.

“Watch what you say,” Hyunjin hissed, his grip tightening and nails digging into Jisung’s skin, breaking it. He pulled Jisung in close, his voice low and threatening. “Your time with Chan is limited. If I wanted to, I could take him away from you. I was the love of his life. You’re just something for him to fuck.”

Jisung’s eyes filled with tears, the pain and fear overwhelming him. “Let go, Hyunjin. You’re hurting me,” he begged. Hyunjin's nails dug painfully into Jisung's arm, leaving red indentations and bruises. 

Jisung's panic escalated, tears streaming down his face, his free hand desperately trying to push Hyunjin away. "Please, Hyunjin, it hurts!" Jisung cried, his voice trembling with fear.

Hyunjin leaned in close, his voice low and threatening. "You're pathetic, Jisung. And if you stand in my way, I'll make sure you regret it.” His threat mirroring the one Jisung said to him many months ago. He smirked, releasing Jisung's arm, only to quickly wrap his hand around Jisung's throat, causing him to gasp. "You're nothing compared to me," Hyunjin whispered menacingly. "Chan will eventually get bored and leave you."

He tightened his grip, and Jisung gasped for air, his hands clawing at Hyunjin's arm in a desperate attempt to free himself. "Please, Hyunjin, let go," Jisung begged, his voice barely a whisper.

"Just leave, Jisung. You don’t belong here," Hyunjin hissed. “You’re not wanted.”

Suddenly, Chan emerged from the bathroom, playfully calling out, "Jisung, was that the food? Because I’m kinda craving something el—" His words cut off abruptly when he saw the scene in front of him.

The sight of Jisung crying, held painfully by Hyunjin, flipped a switch in Chan. His protective instincts flared, and he stormed over, his face a mask of fury. "Get your hands off him, Hyunjin!"

Hyunjin, too shocked to react immediately, was forced to release his grip as Chan pried him off. Unfortunately, Hyunjin's nails dragged across Jisung's skin, leaving painful cuts behind.

"Jisung!" Chan exclaimed, pulling him into his arms and examining the cuts with worry.

Hyunjin tried to lie, his voice faltering. "Chan, it's not what it looks like—"

"Save it," Chan snapped, not buying a word of it. His eyes blazed with anger. "You have no right to be here, Hyunjin." He moved to stand in front of Jisung, shielding him with his body and daring Hyunjin to try something again. Jisung cried Chan’s name, like a prayer, as he clung to Chan desperately, his body trembling with fear and relief.

Hyunjin tried to lie, his voice smooth and manipulative. "Chan, this is a misunderstanding. I was just—"

Chan glared at him, his voice low and dangerous. “Get out, Hyunjin. You have no right to treat Jisung like this.”

Hyunjin began to pull Chan’s familar strings, his face contorted with false innocence. "I was just talking to him, Chan. You're overreacting."

Chan’s eyes were icy. “Talk? You call this talking? Hurting Jisung is your idea of talking?” He gestured to the marks on Jisung's skin. "You hurt him, Hyunjin. Don't lie to me."

Hyunjin's expression changed, desperation seeping into his voice. "Chan, I made a mistake. He… he wasn’t letting me see you, and I- ”

"I don’t care what you think he did. You don’t touch him. Ever." Chan cut him off, his eyes blazed with anger.

"Chan, you know I didn’t mean to hurt him. I just... I got carried away. You know how much I care about you, and I know how much you…. you care about him." he scrunched his nose up, clearly disliking the taste of his own words.

Chan crossed his arms, his stance unwavering. "Don’t. Don’t try to twist this. You’ve always been good at manipulation, but it won’t work on me anymore. I’m not the same person I was when we were together."

Hyunjin's eyes flashed with anger, but he tried a different tactic, softening his voice. "Chan, please, just listen to me. I just want to talk to you. Don’t make me beg.”

"What is it, Hyunjin? What more could you possibly have to say?"

Hyunjin took a deep breath, his eyes filled with regret. "I’m sorry for how I left. I was wrong, and… and I never stopped loving you, Chan. I made a mistake."

Chan shook his head, his jaw clenched. "You ruined any chance we could have had, Hyunjin. You left me when I was ready to commit to you. You found someone else. You don't get to come back now and pretend it was all a mistake."

Hyunjin’s eyes flickered with desperation. "It wasn’t what I wanted, Chan. I just... I couldn’t wait any longer. But I see now how wrong I was."

Chan's face remained resolute. "Hyunjin, you have Minho now. Someone who puts you first, remember, unlike me.” He spat.

Hyunjin just shook his head, he reached out and grabbed Chan’s hand. “We had something special. You can’t just throw that away. I made mistakes, but we can fix this."

Chan laughed coldly, he ripped his hand away and shook his head. "You think you can just waltz back into my life after everything you've done?” 

Hyunjin's eyes filled with desperation as he tried to play on Chan's former love for him. "Chan, please. I miss you. I love you. I'm ready to come home now, to you.”

Chan laughed coldly, the sound devoid of any warmth. "Home? You think this is still your home?" He shook his head, his anger palpable. "I hate you." 

Hyunjin's face fell, shock and pain flickering in his eyes. "Chan, please—"

Chan cut him off, his voice shaking with rage. "I hate the sight of you. It makes me sick. You leaving was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed, realizing his usual tactics were failing. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a softer, more seductive tone. "Chan, you don't mean that. We had something special. You love me, I know you do"

"Love you?" Chan repeated, his voice trembling with anger. "You are nothing to me anymore.” Chan reached behind him, grabbing onto Jisung, needing the physical contact.

Hyunjin's eyes fallowed his movements, while his face twisted with hurt and disbelief. "You're choosing him over me? After everything we had?"

 “Yes. Because I found someone who loves me for who I am, not for what I can give them.” Hyunjin's face fell, but Chan continued, his words laced with venom. "Because I realized what real love looks like. Jisung is my world. And you? You're nothing but a mistake, a regret I wish I could erase."

Hyunjin’s face twisted with rage as he raised his hand and slapped Chan. 

“Chan!” Jisung cried out, his fingers curling into chans shirt desperately, tears flowing heavily. Chan felt like his control was about to snap, his protective grip on Jisung tightening.

"That’s enough, Hyunjin," Chan said coldly, rubbing his cheek where the slap had landed. “I've moved on, and you should too." 

Hyunjin's expression turned bitter as he glanced past Chan and saw Jisung peeking out from behind him. "This isn’t moving on, Chan. This... this thing manipulated you. He took advantage of you when you were vulnerable."

"Get out!" Chan shouted, his body shaking with rage. "And don't you ever come back."

Hyunjin's eyes narrowed as he looked at Jisung one last time, his gaze filled with resentment. "This isn't over," he muttered under his breath, before begrudgingly leaving the hallway.

Chan closed the door and locked it, his entire body tense with anger. As soon as the door closed, Chan turned to Jisung, his eyes filled with worry and devastation. "Jisung, are you okay? Let me see your injuries. Does it hurt badly?”

Jisung nodded, tears still streaming down his face. “I’m okay… I’m okay… I’m okay-” He, already overwhelmed, began to hyperventilate. Panic washed over him as the reality of Hyunjin’s violence sank in. “It just... it hurt.”

Jisung’s breathing grew rapid, and his eyes wide with panic. He clutched at Chan’s shirt, his fingers digging in as if afraid Chan might disappear, and Chan realized, with horror, that Jisung was having a panic attack. “Jisung, breathe with me, okay?”

Jisung nodded weakly, but his breath was coming in short, panicked gasps. The trauma of the encounter had triggered a panic attack. "I… I can't… breathe," Jisung managed to choke out, his eyes wide with fear. He clutched at his chest frantically. "Chan, I can't... I can't breathe."

Chan gently took Jisung's face, trying to steady his own shaking hands. "Jisung, look at me!” Jisungs eyes flew, unfocused, to Chan. “Focus on me. Breathe with me, okay? In and out, just like this." Jisung tried to mimic Chan's slow, steady breaths, but the panic was overwhelming. 

He guided Jisung to the couch, sitting him down and wrapping a blanket around him. "Keep breathing. Nice and slow." He began to breathe deeply, exaggerating the motion so Jisung could follow. "In... and out. Just like that. You’re doing great."

Jisung tried to follow Chan's lead, his breathing gradually slowing as Chan continued to hold him and offer reassuring words. "Everything is going to be okay, Jisung. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." 

Chan's heart broke at the sight of Jisung's distress. "That's it," Chan murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Jisung’s forehead. "Just keep breathing. I’m right here."

“I… I didn’t think he’d… be so violent…” Jisung clung to Chan, his panic slowly subsiding under Chan’s calming presence. 

Chan immediately pulled Jisung into a tight embrace, trying to soothe him. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now. I’m here. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

When Jisung's breathing had finally stabilized, he slumped against Chan, exhausted. "I was so scared," he whispered, tears spilling down his cheeks.

"I know," Chan said, his voice thick with emotion. "I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I promise you, I won't let anything like this happen again." Chan's heart ached as he looked over Jisung's injuries. The marks on Jisung's arm and neck were stark reminders of Hyunjin's cruelty.

Chan pulled back slightly, cupping Jisung’s face in his hands. "Jisung, I need to tell you something.” He swallowed, “All I want is you, Jisung. You mean everything to me." Chan smiled, kissing the top of Jisung’s head. “I love you.”

Jisung's eyes widened in awe, his breath catching in his throat. "You... you love me?"

Chan nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, I do. I've loved you for a long time. I just hadn't wanted to admit it fully until now. Our relationship... it's meant to be. I know that now. And you, Han Jisung, deserve to know just how loved you truly are."

Jisung looked up at Chan, his heart swelling with emotion. "Really?"

"Really," Chan said, his voice softening. "You’re who I want to be with." Jisung hugged him back tightly, feeling a mixture of relief and love. “I’m scared, but I’m so… in love with you, Jisung."

Jisung’s eyes filled with tears, but this time they were tears of happiness. "I love you too, Chan. So much."

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender, heartfelt kiss. In that moment, all the pain and fear melted away, leaving only the love they shared. As they pulled back, Chan cupped Jisung’s face once more, his eyes filled with love and reassurance.

"No more doubts," Chan whispered. "We’re in this together."

Jisung nodded, his smile radiant. "Together." Jisungs eyes finally settled on Chan’s cheek, seeing the red imprint from Hyunjin’s slap. He reached out, his touch gentle. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. "Does it hurt?"

Chan shook his head, his eyes softening as he looked at Jisung. Chan gently examined Jisung’s injuries, his heart aching with every mark he saw. "We need to get these cleaned up."

Jisung panicked, still clinging to Chan. "Don’t leave me, Chan. Please."

"I’m not going anywhere," Chan promised, his voice firm and steady. "I’ll always be here for you."

Chan led Jisung to the bathroom, gently guiding him to sit on the edge of the tub. He opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out antiseptic and bandages. Chan’s hands were steady but his eyes betrayed the turmoil and guilt he felt inside.

Jisung watched Chan diligently tend to the cuts on his neck and arm, feeling the gentle, stinging, touch of the antiseptic swab as Chan cleaned the wounds. "Chan," Jisung said softly, trying to break through the wall of guilt he saw in Chan’s eyes. "This isn't your fault."

Chan forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "I know, Jisung. But seeing you hurt like this… it breaks my heart.”

Jisung tried to comfort him, his voice soothing. “I’ll be okay. It’s just a few scratches. Don’t worry about me.”

Chan nodded, his expression softening as he continued to clean the wounds. “I can’t help it. I care about you too much to just brush it off.”

"Please," Jisung continued, his voice pleading. "Don't do this to yourself. You've been nothing but amazing to me. You saved me tonight."

Chan applied a bandage to Jisung's arm, then moved to his neck, being as gentle as possible. "I just want to make sure you’re okay," Chan said, avoiding his own feelings. "That’s what matters right now."

Jisung placed his hand over Chan’s, stopping him for a moment. "Thank you, Chan. Your feelings are valid as well.” 

Chan looked into Jisung’s eyes tenderly. “How do you feel? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“It’s fine, Chan. You’re doing a great job.” Jisung admitted. “But Chan, please don’t tell Changbin or the others about this. I don’t want to make anything worse.”

Chan arched an eyebrow, his concern evident. “Jisung, they’re going to see the evidence of tonight. You can’t hide these cuts.”

Jisung frowned, his worry clear. “I just don’t want them to get angry or upset. I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

Sensing the deeper worry in Jisung’s words, Chan took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Jisung, our friends’ anger and feelings towards Hyunjin are not your fault. Hyunjin made his own choices, and he will have to deal with the consequences. Our friends love you. They want you to be happy, healthy, and most importantly… safe.”

Jisung’s eyes softened, and he leaned into Chan’s touch. “You’re right. I just… I don’t want them to worry.”

“They worry because they care,” Chan said gently. “And it’s okay to let them care. You don’t have to carry this burden alone.” Chan leaned forward and kissed Jisung’s lips tenderly. "We’re a team, and we’ll face this together. Our friends will support us, just like they always have."

Jisung nodded, taking comfort in Chan’s words. “Thank you, Chan. For everything. I’m just… I’m so glad you’re here."

Chan leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Jisung’s forehead. "I’ll always be here for you. I love you Jisung."

They stayed like that for a moment, finding solace in each other’s presence. The events of the night had shaken them both, but together, they knew they could face anything. Chan's promise to protect and cherish Jisung felt stronger than ever, and he knew that with their friends' support, they would get through this difficult time.

"Let's get some rest," Chan said finally, helping Jisung to his feet. "We’ll deal with everything else in the morning."

Jisung nodded, leaning on Chan for support as they made their way to the bedroom. As they settled into bed, Chan wrapped his arms around Jisung, holding him close. Despite the challenges they faced, their bond was unbreakable, and together, they would find the strength to overcome anything.

Jisung felt a sense of peace wash over him, as he laid against Chan. Despite the fear and pain of the evening, he knew that with Chan by his side, he could face anything.

“I love you, Chan,” Jisung whispered, snuggling close, pecking his chest.

“I love you too, Jisung,” Chan replied, wrapping his arms around him protectively. “Always.”

As they drifted off to sleep, the warmth of their love enveloped them, creating a sanctuary where they could heal and grow stronger together. No matter what the future held, they knew they had each other, and that was all they needed.

Chapter Text

It’s Over, Right?

Chan jolted awake, heart racing and breath coming in shallow gasps. The images from the previous night flashed through his mind: Hyunjin's hand around Jisung's neck, Jisung crying and begging for help, the panic attack that had wracked Jisung's body. The torment was unbearable. In a frenzy, Chan threw off the covers and moved through the apartment, calling out for Jisung.

"Jisung! Where are you?" Chan's voice trembled with fear and desperation.

He finally found Jisung in the kitchen, wearing one of his hoodies, humming softly as he made breakfast. The sight filled Chan with overwhelming relief, and he cried out, "Jisung!"

Jisung turned, surprised. "Chan? What's wrong?"

Without a word, Chan rushed forward and scooped Jisung into his arms, holding him tightly as if afraid he might disappear. He pressed desperate kisses to Jisung’s lips, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Jisung, caught off guard, melted into Chan’s embrace, momentarily forgetting about the eggs sizzling on the stove.

Chan finally pulled away, breathless and trembling. He held Jisung like he was the most precious thing in the world. "I love you, Jisung," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

Jisung caressed Chan's cheek, his own eyes filled with concern and love. "I love you too, Chan. I’m here. It’s okay."

Chan’s eyes drifted to the marks on Jisung’s neck, and he felt a fresh wave of guilt and anger. His hands shook as he gently touched the bruises. "I’m so sorry, Jisung. This is all my fault. I couldn’t protect you."

Jisung shook his head, his hand covering Chan’s. "No, Chan. This isn’t your fault. Hyunjin did this. You saved me. You protected me."

Chan looked into Jisung’s eyes, his heart aching. "I just... I can’t stand seeing you hurt."

Jisung leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Chan’s lips. "I know. And I’m healing, thanks to you. We’ll get through this together."

Chan nodded, taking a deep, shaky breath. He kissed Jisung's forehead, then his cheeks, and finally his lips again, savoring the reassurance of their connection. "Thank you for being here with me," Chan whispered.

Jisung smiled, wiping away Chan's tears. "Always. And speaking of being there, I’m meeting Felix today."

Chan looked into Jisung's eyes, his concern evident. "Are you sure? After everything that happened last night? Do you want me to come with you?"

He smiled, appreciating Chan's protective nature. "It's okay. We’ve been planning on meeting up for awhile, I can’t just cancel."

Chan nodded, kissing him gently. "Alright. But if you need anything, call me. I'll be there in a heartbeat."

"I will," Jisung promised, giving Chan one last reassuring squeeze and leaning in for another kiss. "And I'll be back before you know it."

As Jisung turned back to the stove to rescue the forgotten eggs, Chan couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and love. Chan stayed close, helping where he could and never straying far from Jisung's side. 

"I love you," Chan said again, watching Jisung with a tender smile. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that.”

Jisung glanced back, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I love you too, Chan. Always."

The morning passed with a sense of calm, their bond growing stronger as they navigated through the aftermath of the previous night's events. When it was time for Jisung to leave, Chan hugged him tightly at the door. "I love you, Jisung. Remember that."

Jisung laughed, his heart swelling with affection. "I love you too, Chan. I'll see you soon."

As Jisung walked away, Chan watched him, feeling a mix of worry and hope. 

Jisung made his way to Felix’s studio, despite the turmoil from the previous night. He couldn’t bring himself to cancel their plans, needing the distraction and the comfort of a friend. In truth, he had been dreading this meeting, but he couldn’t do that with Felix. Despite the incident last night, he needed to keep some semblance of normalcy. When he arrived at Felix’s studio, he was greeted with the usual warmth.

“Jisung!” Felix called out happily as he finished teaching his class. “I’ll be done in a moment.”

After seeing his friend Jisung walk in, Felix quickly finished up with his dance class. As the students filed out of the room, one of his younger students, Jeongin, approached him with some questions.

"Mr. Lee, could you help me with this part of the choreography? I'm having trouble with the transition here," Jeongin asked, his shy demeanor evident. 

Felix smiled warmly at the shy boy. Jeongin was 20, with eyes that always reminded Felix of a fox. He was incredibly cute and endearing in his shyness. "Of course, Jeongin. Let's go over it together."

Jeongin explained his confusion about a particular move, and Felix patiently demonstrated it again, offering tips and encouragement. "Remember, Jeongin, it's all about feeling the music and letting it guide your movements. You'll get it with practice."

After helping him, Felix added affectionately, "You know, Jeongin, you can call me Felix. No need for formalities.”

Jeongin’s cheeks flushed a little as he smiled shyly. "Thank you, Mr. Felix." He said, still sticking to his formal address.

Felix chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Close enough." He sighed and chuckled, giving Jeongin a friendly pat. “Alright, alright. You have a good day, Jeongin.”

As Jeongin passed Jisung, he offered a small, hesitant smile. He returned the smile, appreciating the boy's politeness. Felix approached Jisung with a grin.

"Sorry about that," Felix said, brushing off the interruption.

Jisung waved him off with a smile. "No worries. Who was that?"

Felix’s eyes lit up as he explained. “That’s Jeongin. He’s one of my younger students. Really talented, but incredibly shy. He’s studying early education at school.”

Jisung nodded, intrigued. “He seems sweet.”

“He is,” Felix agreed, a fond smile on his face. “Probably my favorite student. And get this, Seungmin has taken quite a liking to him."

Jisung smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Seungmin? Really? That’s big news. He doesn’t form relationships easily.”

Felix laughed, knowing just how true that was. “I know, right? I tease him about it all the time. It’s fun watching him get all flustered.”

Jisung laughed too, the tension from earlier easing away. “I bet. Poor Seungmin.”

“Yeah, but it’s good for him,” Felix said with a grin. “Jeongin’s a good influence. And who knows, maybe something will come of it.”

Jisung smiled, feeling lighter. “You’re always such a matchmaker, Lix.”

Felix shrugged playfully. “What can I say? I like seeing people happy together. I just wish I could take credit for you and Chan.” He pouted. Jisung smiled, shyly. 

Felix moved to hug Jisung, but as soon as he wrapped his arms around him, he felt Jisung stiffen and flinch. He immediately pulled back, his concern deepening. “What’s wrong, Jisung?”

Jisung tried to muster a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He forced a laugh, but it sounded hollow even to his own ears. “I’m just not feeling well. I… I Didn’t sleep well last night.”

Felix frowned, clearly not convinced. He glanced at Jisung’s outfit, raising an eyebrow. With a playful yet concerned tone, Felix tugged gently on Jisung’s scarf. “You do know it’s the middle of August, right? What’s with the sweater and scarf?”

Jisung’s attempt at lying crumbled under Felix’s gentle probing. He swallowed hard, the stress from the previous night pressing down on him. He had tried to keep it together for Chan’s sake, but under Felix’s concerned gaze and soft demeanor, he felt himself breaking. His voice cracked as he finally confessed, “Felix, something happened last night…”

Felix, noticing Jisung's distress and the fear in his eyes, immediately grew more concerned. "Jisung, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft but urgent.

Jisung glanced around nervously, his eyes darting to the people still lingering in the studio. "I can't... not here," he whispered, his voice shaky.

Felix's worry deepened, and he nodded quickly. "Okay, come with me." He gently took Jisung's arm and led him to his office, ensuring they had privacy. Once inside, Felix closed and locked the door, turning to face Jisung with a mix of concern and determination.

"Alright, we’re alone now," Felix said, his voice calm and soothing. "Tell me what happened."

Jisung took a deep, uneven breath, his hands still shaking. He tried to steady himself, but the emotions from last night were overwhelming. With bile rising in his throat, Jisung unwound the scarf, revealing the bruises and cuts on his neck. Felix's expression turned from shock to anger. 

"Did… did Chan do this?" Felix asked in disbelief, his voice barely containing his rage.

"No!" Jisung immediately denied it, tears streaming down his face. "Chan would never hurt me. Never.”

Felix let out a relieved breath. "Thank god. Because if it was…" he swallowed the disgusting thought. Jisung looked at anything other than him, tears making their way unbidden down his round cheeks. Seeing Jisung slowly break apart, Felix felt a surge of protective rage. "Then who? What happened, Jisung?"

Jisung choked out a sob, recounting the events of the previous night. "It was Hyunjin. He showed up at the apartment and... he hurt me, Felix. He said horrible things, and he wouldn’t let me go." He twisted and fidgeted with the scarf in his hands.

Felix's expression shifted from concern to fury. "Hyunjin did this to you?"

His tears started to flow freely, “Chan had to pull him off me. It was so scary, Felix. I didn’t know what to do.”

Felix’s eyes widened in horror and anger. “Oh my God, Jisung. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Are you okay? Did you go to the hospital?” 

Jisung shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “Chan took care of me. He cleaned my wounds and stayed with me all night. He was so gentle. But I've never seen him so angry before, Felix. He was shaking."

Felix’s expression softened with empathy and anger, reaching out to grab Jisungs hand. “Jisung, this is serious. You can’t just keep something like this to yourself. We care about you, and we want to help.”

Jisung broke down, tears streaming down his face. "It’s all my fault. I never should have gotten involved. I manipulated Chan when he was vulnerable. I broke Hyunjin’s trust. I’m awful."

Felix immediately pulled Jisung into a comforting embrace. "No, Jisung. This is not your fault. You didn’t deserve any of this. Hyunjin made his own choices. You didn’t manipulate anyone.”

Jisung clung to Felix, his sobs shaking his body. "I just feel so guilty, Felix. I just wanted to help, and now everything is a mess."

Felix rubbed soothing circles on his back. "You did help, Jisung. You were there for Chan when he needed someone the most. You’ve been nothing but supportive and loving. Don’t blame yourself for Hyunjin’s actions." He guided Jisung to sit down, sitting beside him with unwavering attention.

Felix sat quietly for a moment, contemplating the next steps. His concern for Jisung was palpable, and he couldn’t shake the need to take action. "Jisung, we need to go to the police," he said firmly, breaking the silence.

Jisung immediately shook his head, his expression pleading. "No, Felix. I don't want to make a big deal out of this."

Felix's eyes flashed with anger and concern. "But it is a big deal, Jisung. Hyunjin assaulted you. He can’t just get away with this."

"Chan got physical with Hyunjin, too," Jisung pleaded, desperation in his voice. "He had to push him off me. I don’t want to risk getting Chan in trouble."

"Chan was defending you," Felix argued, his voice softening as he saw the fear in Jisung's eyes. "He was protecting you. That's not the same thing." He sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "The police would understand that."

"Please, Felix," Jisung’s eyes filled with tears again as he pleaded, "Just let it go. I can't handle this right now."

Seeing the desperation in Jisung's eyes, Felix's resolve softened. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. His shoulders slumped, his heart aching for his friend. "Fine, Jisung. I won't push it. But at least let me document the marks, just in case. We need to have some record of what happened."

Jisung looked up, confusion mixed with apprehension. "Document?"

Felix nodded. "I want to take pictures of your injuries. Just in case. If you ever decide to take action, you'll have proof of what Hyunjin did."

Jisung hesitated, but seeing the earnest concern in his friends eyes, he reluctantly agreed. "Alright. If it makes you feel better. Just... no police."

Felix nodded, retrieving his phone. "It’s for your safety, Jisung. Trust me." He said, switching it to the camera mode. "Are there any other marks besides your neck?"

Jisung's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he nodded. "Yeah... there's more."

Slowly, Jisung rolled up his sleeve to reveal the bruising and tiny crescent-shaped scabs on his arm where Hyunjin's nails had painfully dug in. Felix's eyes darkened with anger as he saw the extent of the injuries.

"Damn it, Jisung," Felix muttered, anger simmering just below the surface. "He really did a number on you."

Jisung looked down, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I’m sorry. I didn’t want anyone to see this."

Felix's heart ached for his friend. "Hey, don’t be embarrassed. This isn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong." He carefully took pictures, documenting each mark with a gentle touch. "I’m just glad you're letting me do this. You need to know that you're not alone in this."

Felix placed a hand on his shoulder, his touch gentle and reassuring. "This is all on Hyunjin. None of this is your fault."

Felix muttered under his breath, trying to keep his anger in check as he took pictures of the marks. Each bruise and cut made his anger towards Hyunjin flare up again, but he kept his focus on being gentle with Jisung. 

Jisung nodded, as he looked down, feeling a wave of shame. "I should have done something to stop him sooner." He felt a lump in his throat, his voice barely a whisper. "I just want this to be over."

After he finished taking the photos, Felix put his phone away and gently placed a hand on Jisung's shoulder. "We’re all here for you, Jisung. Chan, me, everyone. We just want to make sure you're safe."

Jisung nodded, his eyes downcast. "I know. But it's over now, right? We can move on." Tears swam down his cheeks, his breathing labored.

"I hate seeing you like this," Felix said softly. "But yes, we can move on. Just promise me you’ll let me know if anything changes. If you feel like you need to go to the police, or if Hyunjin does anything else, you’ll tell me. Okay?" He hugged his friend tightly. 

Jisung nodded against his shoulder. "I promise."

After a few moments, Felix pulled back slightly, looking Jisung in the eyes. "You’re safe now. And we’re going to make sure you stay that way. No one hurts my friends and gets away with it."

Jisung nodded, his tears slowing as he took comfort in Felix’s words. "Thanks, Lix."

Felix smiled softly, brushing a tear from Jisung’s cheek. "And remember, We're family, Jisung. And we protect our own."

After Jisung calmed down, he sat back, taking deep breaths. Felix watched him closely, his protective instincts still on high alert but his expression softening as Jisung began to relax.

"Felix," Jisung said softly, his voice a bit shaky but steadier now, "there's something else I need to tell you."

Felix tilted his head slightly, his concern still evident but now mixed with curiosity. "What is it, Jisung?"

Jisung looked down at his hands for a moment before meeting Felix's gaze again, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Chan finally said he loved me."

Felix's eyes widened, a warm smile spreading across his face. "He did? That's amazing, Ji."

Jisung nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, he admitted that he’s been in love with me for a while, but he was just too scared to say it."

Felix’s smile grew even wider, freckles on full display, his eyes sparkling with happiness for his friend. "I'm so happy for you, Jisung. You deserve to hear that, especially after everything you've been through."

Jisung looked down, a bit bashful. "It was... it was perfect. Even with everything going on, when he said it, I felt like everything was going to be okay." His eyes sparkled with emotion, a mixture of happiness and relief. "I couldn’t believe it at first. After everything we’ve been through, hearing those words from him meant everything to me."

Felix reached out, squeezing Jisung's hand reassuringly. "I knew he loved you, Jisung. It was obvious to everyone how much he cared about you. He just needed to find the courage to say it."

Jisung nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek, but this time it was a tear of happiness. "I feel so lucky, Felix. Despite all the pain and challenges, I found someone who truly loves me."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of the past evening lifting slightly with the joy of Jisung's revelation. Felix’s supportive presence made Jisung feel lighter, more hopeful about the future.

"You know," Felix said with a playful glint in his eye, "we’re going to have to celebrate this. Properly."

Jisung laughed softly, the sound bringing a sense of normalcy back to the room. "Yeah, we do. But maybe we can keep it low-key for now."

Felix grinned. "Of course. Just the closest of friends, maybe a nice dinner. And lots of love and support."

Jisung's smile widened, feeling the love and warmth of his friend envelop him. "That sounds perfect, Felix. Thank you."

Jisung felt a sense of peace settle over him, the weight of the past night lifting slightly. With friends like Felix, and the love he shared with Chan, he knew he could face whatever came next.

"Come on," Felix said, standing up and offering his hand to Jisung. "Let's go get some coffee. And you can tell me more about how Chan confessed. I want all the details."

Jisung laughed softly, taking Felix's hand and standing up. "Deal. I could use a coffee."

As they walked out of the office together, Jisung felt a renewed sense of hope and determination. With Felix's support and Chan's love, he knew they could overcome any obstacle. And for the first time in a long while, he felt truly optimistic about the future.

Felix arrived home from his day with Jisung, his anger and concern impossible to hide. The tension was clear in the way he slammed the door and dropped his bag on the floor. Changbin was in the kitchen, happily cooking dinner. He turned with a smile as Felix entered.

"Hey, babe! How was your day?" Changbin greeted, but his smile quickly faded as he saw the storm brewing in Felix's eyes.

Without a word, Felix handed Changbin his phone, displaying the photos of Jisung's bruises and cuts. Changbin's expression darkened with rage as he took in the images.

"What the hell happened?" Changbin demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Felix’s jaw was clenched, his eyes flashing with fury. "Hyunjin happened. He came over last night and attacked Jisung. The bastard had the nerve to threaten him, to hurt him like this."

Changbin's hands shook with anger as he handed the phone back to Felix. "Is Minho involved in this?"

Felix’s shook his head, frustration evident on his face. "I don’t know. Jisung didn’t mention him. But Hyunjin’s actions are enough to warrant our response. We can't let this slide."

Changbin nodded, his jaw set with determination. "You're right. We need to protect Jisung and make sure Hyunjin faces the consequences. Have you told anyone else?"

"I’m about to," Felix said, already pulling out his phone to message Seungmin. He quickly typed out a message, explaining the situation and asking Seungmin to meet them as soon as possible.

As they waited for a response, Changbin paced the kitchen, his thoughts a whirlwind of protective rage and determination. Felix turned back to Changbin. "We need to be careful about this. Hyunjin might try to twist the story, and we need to make sure Jisung is safe."

Changbin wrapped an arm around Felix, pulling him into a comforting hug. "We’ll take care of this together. Jisung has us, and we won’t let anything happen to him."

Felix nodded, feeling a bit of his anger ease with Changbin's support. "Thanks, Binnie. I just... I can't stand the thought of Jisung going through this alone."

"He won't be alone," Changbin assured him. "We'll make sure of it."

Felix’s phone buzzed with a reply from Seungmin, who agreed to meet them later that evening. Felix showed the message to Changbin, and they both felt a sense of resolve settle over them.

"We’ll get through this," Changbin said, his voice firm. Felix nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "Hyunjin won't know what hit him. We're not going to let him hurt anyone else."

As they prepared for their meeting with Seungmin, Felix and Changbin knew they were ready to do whatever it took to protect their friend and bring Hyunjin to justice. 

Changbin, Felix, and Seungmin made their way to Hyunjin's place, their faces set with determination and anger. When they arrived, Minho opened the door, smirking as he took in the sight of the three of them.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Minho taunted, as he leaned casually against the frame, a smirk playing on his lips. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Without hesitation, Changbin stepped forward and punched Minho square in the face, sending him stumbling backward. Minho fell to the ground, clutching his jaw in pain and shock. The force of the punch echoed in the quiet hallway, a testament to Changbin's rage.

Hyunjin rushed to the door, his eyes wide with anger. "What the hell is going on here?"

Felix stepped up, his voice dripping with fury. "What's going on? We're here because of what you did to Jisung. How could you hurt him like that?"

Hyunjin waved him off dismissively. "Jisung is exaggerating. It wasn't that bad. He should’ve just listened to me."

Felix's temper flared, and he snapped, "Exaggerating!? Jisung had bruises and cuts because of you! How dare you downplay what you did?"

Minho, still on the floor, seemed surprised by the severity of the accusations. "Bruises and cuts?" he echoed, looking at Hyunjin in shock.

Felix moved closer, his anger escalating. "You insulted him, you hurt him, and now you're dismissing it like it's nothing. You're disgusting."

Hyunjin got into Felix’s face threateningly, his voice dripping with contempt. "Jisung is a pathetic liar. You’re all fools for believing him."

Felix couldn't hold back any longer. He slapped Hyunjin across the face, the sound echoing through the hallway. Hyunjin stumbled back, his face reddening with both the slap and his anger. Changbin immediately pulled Felix back, wrapping his arms around him protectively. "Felix, enough."

Felix was shaking with anger, yelling, "You’re a monster, Hyunjin! How could you do that to someone you once called a friend?" his voice, raw with emotion. "How dare you! Jisung is worth a million of you. You’re nothing but a coward!"

Hyunjin took a threatening step toward Felix, but Seungmin moved between them, his expression daring Hyunjin to try something. "You want to hurt someone? Try me. See what happens." His gaze icy and taunting.

Hyunjin got in Seungmin’s face, his expression menacing. "You and your friends are pathetic. Jisung is just as weak as Chan, and you’re all fools for defending them."

"You’re disgusting, Hyunjin! You don’t deserve to have anyone in your life!" Felix shouted, still trapped in his boyfriend's arms, his voice trembling with fury.

Minho, still nursing his jaw, regained his footing and pulled Hyunjin back, his smirk replaced by a look of caution. "Calm down, Hyunjin," He looked between the three of them, his smirk returning but with less confidence. "You think you're tough? Coming here, throwing punches? This isn’t how you solve things."

Changbin tightened his grip on Felix, who was still seething with rage. "We're not here to solve things your way, Minho. We're here to make sure Hyunjin knows he can't get away with what he did. If you think for a second that we'll stand by and let him hurt Jisung, Chan or anyone else, you're sorely mistaken."

Hyunjin sneered, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "This isn't your business."

Felix shook his head, his voice filled with conviction. "It became our business the moment you laid a hand on Jisung.”

Hyunjin struggled against Minho's grip, still glaring at Felix. "Chan and Jisung are nothing."

Minho tightened his hold on Hyunjin, his expression one of annoyance. "Enough, Hyunjin. You're not helping."

“You’re a disgusting excuse for a human being, Hyunjin!" Felix was screaming now, his anger uncontained. "You don't deserve to breathe the same air as them!" 

Minho's eyes narrowed as he looked at Felix. "Big words from someone, so small, hiding behind his friends."

Seungmin stepped closer, "I don't need to hide behind anyone.” he pulled Minho’s gaze from Felix to himself, not backing down.  “Unlike you, I actually have the guts to stand up for what's right." The tension between Seungmin and Minho was palpable as they faced off, their glares intense. Felix, still fuming, struggled against Changbin’s hold.

Minho’s face twisted in fury at the insult, his fists clenching at his sides. "Always acting like you're better than everyone else."

Seungmin took a step closer, their noses nearly touching. "I don’t need to act. Unlike you, I don’t hide behind bravado and threats. You don’t scare me, Minho."

Minho sneered, taking a step closer. "You think you're so tough, Seungmin? All talk and no action. You're just a dog barking from the safety of its kennel."

Seungmin's eyes narrowed, his body language exuding calm confidence. "Better a dog with loyalty than a snake who betrays his friends. And besides the only dog I see here is…” Seungmin’s gaze fell onto Hyunjin, then shifted back to Minho, his voice calm and cutting.  “I’d keep your dog on its leash, or we’ll be forced to put it down.” 

Minho's eyes flashed with anger. "Watch your mouth, Seungmin. You don't know what you're getting into." The air was thick with hostility, and it felt like a fight could break out at any moment. 

Unable to control his anger, Minho grabbed Seungmin’s collar, pulling him even closer. But Seungmin remained the picture of cool, his expression unwavering. "You’ve got some nerve," he hissed, his grip tightening.

Seungmin's eyes didn’t waver, his voice dropping to a deadly calm. "Let go, Minho. Before you do something you’ll regret."

For a moment, it seemed like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable explosion. Minho's grip on Seungmin's collar tightened, his knuckles turning white. But Seungmin's calm demeanor didn't waver, his gaze steady and unyielding.

"How easy it was to steal Hyunjin," Minho taunted, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight, trying to provoke a response out of the smaller man. "Chan was so pathetic and naive. We slept in his bed without him ever knowing."

Seungmin's jaw tightened, but he maintained his composure. Changbin, meanwhile, struggled to hold back an enraged Felix, who was practically shaking with fury.

Minho's smirk widened as he glanced at Changbin and Felix before returning his gaze to Seungmin. "How is Chan, anyways? Still broken?" Seungmin didn't respond, his eyes locked onto Minho's with an icy intensity.

Minho leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant to cut deep. "I could do it again, you know. Jisung seems easy enough to manipulate. Or perhaps I should go after Chan myself.” He tugged Seungmin closer.

Felix struggled against Changbin's grip, his voice a furious growl. "You sick bastard! You stay away from them!"

Minho smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "I bet I could make Chan my bitch. He’d look so pretty under me, moaning my name. Imagine Chan with tears streaming down his face, my hand grabbing his hair. He’d be perfect." Seungmin's eyes narrowed, fury burning in his chest. 

Changbin tightened his hold on Felix, his own anger barely contained. "You’ve crossed the line, Minho."

Minho leaned in closer, his voice dripping with malice. His lips grazed Seungmin’s ear. "And your little Jeongin? He’d be even easier.” His smirk widened, his voice dropping to a cruel whisper, his breath hot against Seungmin’s ear. “Such a good and attentive student, always eager to please his teachers. I could have him wrapped around my finger in no time."

That was the final straw. Seungmin's rage exploded. He grabbed Minho's collar with both hands and, with sheer force, sent them barreling into the apartment, slamming Minho against the wall. The impact was so sudden and violent that it stunned everyone in the room.

Hyunjin moved to intervene, but Minho growled, "No," his eyes never leaving Seungmin's. He enjoyed the challenge, the fight.

"You stay the hell away from Jeongin," Seungmin growled. "If you so much as look at him, you'll regret it."

Minho smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction he had provoked. "Touched a nerve, did I?"

Seungmin's grip tightened on Minho's collar, his voice deadly calm. "You lay one finger on Jeongin, and I will end you. Do you understand me?"

Minho's smirk faltered slightly, but he kept up his bravado. "Such a loud a bark but no—"

 "Do you understand me?!" he repeated, his voice hard like steel. Seungmin slammed Minho against the wall again, cutting him off. Their faces were inches apart, both of them breathing heavily. The threat in Seungmin's voice was unmistakable, and for a moment, even Minho's smirk faltered.

Minho glared at Seungmin, but it was clear that his bravado had taken a hit. He turned away, muttering under his breath, nodding, his arrogance waning in the face of Seungmin's unrelenting fury. 

Seungmin, still holding Minho against the wall, leaned in closer, his voice a deadly whisper. "You want a fight? You’ve got one. But remember this, Minho. When I’m done with you, you’ll wish you’d never crossed me."

"Enough," Changbin said, his voice strong and commanding. "We didn't come here to fight.” His words went answered.

The room was charged with a tense silence, both men locked in a battle of wills. Finally, Seungmin released Minho, shoving him back against the wall one last time for good measure. Minho staggered slightly but quickly regained his balance, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and admiration for Seungmin's audacity.

Changbin kept a firm grip on Felix, who was still seething with rage. "Let's just go," he said firmly, his eyes fixed on Hyunjin. "We've made our point.”

Hyunjin, having watched the entire exchange, sneered. "You think you’ve won something here? " He glared at the three of them, but there was a flicker of fear in his eyes. He knew he was outnumbered and his eyes kept darting nervously between the three men in front of him. 

Seungmin’s eyes burned with protectiveness. "This isn’t a game, Hyunjin. You both think you’re untouchable, but you’re not. You’re parasites. And if you try to hurt anyone else, I will personally make sure you pay for it." He said as he took a step back, his posture relaxed but ready.

Hyunjin, still seething, glared at them. "Get out of my apartment. Now."

Felix, still in Changbin's arms, managed to calm down enough to speak more evenly. "Hyunjin, you’ve lost whatever respect and friendship we had. Stay away from Jisung and Chan. This is your last warning." 

Hyunjin sneered but didn’t respond, and Minho pulled him back inside, closing the door.

As they walked away, the tension slowly began to dissipate. Changbin kept his arm around Felix, who was still trembling with rage. Seungmin walked beside them, his expression resolute.

"Thank you," Felix said quietly, his voice still shaking. "I couldn’t just let him get away with it."

Changbin hugged him tighter. "We did what we had to do.” Seungmin nodded in agreement. Back in the car, Felix took a deep breath, his hands still trembling. And as they drove away, the ride back to Changbin's apartment was thick with anger and tension. Felix, in particular, couldn't stop venting his frustration.

"I can't believe I ever considered them friends," he seethed. "How could they do this to Jisung? To Chan? They're absolute monsters!"

Changbin glanced over at Felix's furious face and couldn't help but smirk. With careful ease, he leaned over and kissed Felix's cheek, still keeping one hand on the wheel. "You know, you're really hot when you're all angry and protective," he said playfully. "It's kind of turning me on."

Felix blinked, momentarily stunned, and then a small, embarrassed smile crept onto his face. "Really, Changbin? Now?"

From the backseat, Seungmin gagged dramatically. "Gross. I don't need to hear that."

Changbin smirked, knowing he had successfully lightened the mood a bit. "What? I’m just appreciating my boyfriend’s fierce side." he said with a chuckle. 

Seungmin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Can you guys at least keep it PG? We’re supposed to be dealing with a crisis here."

Changbin laughed, his smirk widening. "Oh, come on, Seungmin. I bet Jeongin would be more than happy to hear how you defended him. Don’t tell me you’re not thinking the same thing. You were pretty badass back there."

Seungmin's face flushed slightly, but he managed a small, proud smile. "Yeah, well, someone had to stand up to those jerks."

Changbin's smirk widened, "He’ll probably get all hot and bothered too."

Seungmin's face turned bright red, and he sputtered. "Changbin!"

Felix, despite his anger, couldn’t help but smile at the playful banter. He felt some of the tension easing away. "You're impossible." he said, shaking his head.

"But you love me for it," Changbin shot back with a grin, earning another eye roll from Seungmin and a genuine laugh from Felix. 

He leaned back into his seat, letting out a sigh. "Thanks, Bin. I needed that."

Changbin gave Felix a warm smile. "Anytime, babe. We're in this together, remember?" He reached over and squeezed Felix’s hand. 

As they continued their drive, the atmosphere in the car began to shift from one of anger to one of solidarity and support. Felix’s anger, while still present, was tempered by the love and reassurance from his friends. They knew they had done the right thing and that together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

By the time they reached Changbin’s apartment, the three of them were in better spirits, ready to support Jisung and Chan with renewed determination. They all knew they had a tough road ahead, but with their bond and determination, they were ready to face anything for the sake of their friends.

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Nightmare’s Tight Embrace

Late one night, Chan was lost in a nightmare that gripped him with an iron hold, dragging him deeper into the abyss of his fears. He tossed and turned in his sleep, his face contorted in anguish, his breathing was erratic and his forehead damp with sweat.

In his dream, he came home to a horrifying sight: Jisung was on the floor, bleeding and hurt, with Hyunjin crouched down, cruelly grabbing his hair, and Woojin standing menacingly over him, his eyes cold and mocking

"Welcome home, Chan," Hyunjin sneered, forcing Jisung to look up at him.

Jisung's tear-streaked face was filled with pain and terror. "Chan... help me," he whimpered, his voice breaking.

Chan’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to move, but it felt like he was wading through thick, invisible molasses. He reached out desperately for Jisung, but his limbs felt heavy and unresponsive.

Hyunjin smirked, his grip tightening on Jisung's hair. "Look at him, Jisung. Look at how pathetic he is."

"Look at you," Woojin sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You can't even protect someone you love."

"Pathetic," Hyunjin added, his words cutting like knives. "You don't deserve to be happy, Chan. You're useless."

The words cut through Chan like a knife, and he could see Jisung's eyes were a mix of fear and betrayal. "Why did you let this happen, Chan?" 

The words tore through Chan like a blade. He reached out, his fingers stretching toward Jisung, but he couldn't close the distance. "Jisung, I'm here! I'm trying!"

But the more he tried, the farther away Jisung seemed to get. Hyunjin and Woojin's taunts grew louder, their voices blending into a cacophony of blame and scorn. "You’re nothing, Chan. You failed him. You failed everyone."

Jisung’s tear-filled eyes met Chan’s, and his voice trembled with pain and betrayal. "Why did you let this happen, Chan? I thought you loved me."

"I do love you, Jisung! I swear I do!" Chan shouted, his desperation growing as he struggled against the invisible force holding him back.

Jisung's cries grew louder, his accusations cutting through Chan like a knife. "I trusted you! Why, Chan? Why did you let this happen?" Chan's heart shattered, his mind consumed by guilt and fear. He pushed harder, fighting against the invisible force holding him back, but it was no use. He couldn't reach Jisung. He couldn't save him.

The distance between them felt insurmountable, and the anguish in Jisung's eyes tore Chan apart. He was desperate, tears streaming down his face as he tried to reach Jisung. "No, Jisung, please. I'm so sorry. I love you. I love you so much."

Hyunjin's smirk widened as he continued to torment Jisung, while Woojin moved behind Chan, his presence suffocating. Woojin's hand gripped Chan's hair, forcing him to watch Jisung's suffering.

"You can't look away, Chan," Woojin whispered, his breath hot against Chan's neck. "This is your doing."

Chan tried to close his eyes, to escape the nightmare, but Woojin's grip was unyielding. He felt Woojin's lips against his neck, taunting him, making him feel even more helpless.

"Look at him," Woojin hissed. "Look at the pain you've caused."

"You failed him, Chan," Hyunjin hissed, yanking Jisung's hair harder, making him cry out in pain.

"You never deserved him," Woojin added, his voice cold and final.

Hyunjin's smirk widened as he taunted Chan. "See, Jisung? He’s nothing but a failure. He can’t save anyone."

"Please, stop!" Chan begged, his voice breaking. "I'll do anything, just stop hurting him!"

Hyunjin laughed, the sound chilling. "Too late for that, Chan. This is all on you."

The nightmare intensified, the pain and despair overwhelming Chan. He felt utterly helpless, unable to save Jisung or himself from this living nightmare. He wanted to wake up, to escape this torment, but the nightmare held him captive.

Chan’s eyes were wide with horror, his body shaking. "No! This isn't real!"

But Woojin's grip tightened, and he laughed coldly. "Oh, but it feels real, doesn’t it? You’ll never escape this."

Hyunjin continued to torment Jisung, pulling his hair cruelly. "This is what happens when you trust someone like Chan." Woojin's grip tightened, his kisses a twisted form of mockery. Jisung’s eyes locked with Chan’s, filled with betrayal and pain.

"Why, Chan? Why did you let this happen?" Jisung's voice was a haunting plea. Chan screamed, his desperation turning to a raw, guttural cry as he fought against the invisible chains holding him back. Tears streamed down his face as he watched helplessly, the agony of his failure tearing him apart.

Chan’s mind was a whirlpool of guilt and fear. Woojin’s hands were on him, his touch burning like ice. He kissed Chan’s neck, taunting him with each press of his lips. "You’ll never move on," Woojin whispered. "You’ll always be mine."

Jisung’s eyes filled with tears of betrayal as he watched Woojin's advances. "Chan, how could you?"

Hyunjin laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "See, Jisung? This is the man you thought would protect you. Pathetic."

Chan was caught in a nightmare where the past and present collided, where his failures and fears were laid bare. He struggled, desperate to reach Jisung, to protect him.

Woojin's grip tightened, his kisses a vile reminder of the past. Chan felt sick, his body shaking with revulsion and fear. Jisung watched, his eyes filled with horror and betrayal. Woojin’s grip was cold and unyielding. "You can’t escape me," he whispered, his lips brushing against Chan’s neck. "You'll never move on."

 Jisung's expression was one of heartbreak, the light in his eyes dimming as he watched the scene unfold. Hyunjin's laughter echoed around them, a chilling sound that made Chan's blood run cold. "See, Jisung? He'll never be yours."

Jisung's tear-filled eyes locked onto Chan's. "Why did you let this happen? I thought you loved me! You promised to protect me! You promised!" His voice was filled with pain and betrayal.

Hyunjin smirked, tightening his grip on Jisung's hair. "See? Even he blames you. You're nothing but a failure."

Woojin continued his torment, his hands roaming over Chan, making him feel sick. “You can’t escape me, Channie. You’ll always be mine.”

He felt Woojin's nails dig into his scalp. "No! I love Jisung! I belong to him!" Chan shouted, struggling against Woojin's hold.

Hyunjin looked at him with feigned pity. "And what about me, Chan? Didn't you love me too?" Woojin’s hands gripped Chan’s shoulders, his lips assaulting Chan’s neck, teeth nipping at his skin in a grotesque parody of affection.

Jisung’s eyes were filled with horror and betrayal as he watched, unable to comprehend what was happening. Hyunjin’s words twisted into his mind, feeding his fear and pain. “Look at your precious Chan, Jisung. This is who he really is.”

Woojin's grip tightened, his taunts relentless. Hyunjin moved closer, mocking Jisung's pain. "You'll never be enough, Jisung," Hyunjin sneered, kissing Chan cruelly, leaving Jisung broken and crumbled on the floor. 

Jisung’s eyes locked onto Chan’s. "I hate you," he said again, his voice a haunting echo in the oppressive silence.

Chan's heart shattered at Jisung's words. "No, Jisung, please... don't say that. I'm so sorry."

The words cut deeper than any wound. Chan was lost, unable to wake from the nightmare, his soul torn apart by the horror and helplessness. He kept reaching for Jisung, but the nightmare wouldn’t end. The torment, the guilt, the pain—they all swirled around him, trapping him in an endless cycle of despair.

Chan's world spun, the nightmare tightening its grip on him. Desperate, he managed to break free from Woojin’s grip, moving around Hyunjin and lunging toward Jisung. “Jisung, please. I love you. Don’t believe them.”

Woojin grabbed at him again, trying to pull him back. “You’ll never reach him, Channie. You’re stuck here, with us.”

Chan stumbled, narrowly avoiding his attack, and managed to get closer to Jisung. "No, Jisung, please," Chan cried out, his voice hoarse with desperation. He reached out one last time. "Jisung, please. I love you." He reached out, his fingers just inches away.

Jisung’s cries echoed in Chan’s mind, each one a dagger to his heart. The nightmare was relentless, the torment never-ending. Chan felt himself being forced to the ground, his body heavy with despair.

"I hate you, Chan. This is all your fault. You let this happen to me."

 He looked up one last time, reaching for Jisung, but the distance between them seemed unconquerable. "Jisung, please," he begged, but the darkness around him only grew more suffocating.

He reached out, his fingers straining to touch Jisung, but it was like trying to grasp smoke. Chan's heart pounded in his chest, the weight of guilt and fear overwhelming him. Just a bit more. That’s all he needed.

But as Chan reached out, Woojin stepped on his hand, grinding it into the floor with a cruel smile. "You can’t save him. You’ll never save anyone."

Chan's voice caught in his throat as he tried to call out to Jisung, to reassure him, but no sound came out. The taunts from Hyunjin and Woojin grew louder, their laughter echoing in his ears. 

"You're nothing," Woojin jeered, pressing down harder. "You’ll always be nothing."

The nightmare seemed endless, the torment unbearable. Chan's world was collapsing around him, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He struggled, his mind screaming for him to wake up, but he couldn’t. He was trapped in this nightmare, unable to save Jisung or himself.

He screamed, trying to break free, trying to wake up, but the nightmare held him tight. He managed to get his hand free and he finally found jisungs hand.  "Jisung!" Chan cried out, desperation lacing his voice. "I'm here. I can save you."

Jisung's lifeless eyes slowly met Chan's, and his voice was cold and distant. "Save me? You can't even save yourself. You’ve failed me, Chan. I hate you."

In the nightmare’s tight embrace, Chan felt himself slipping away, consumed by the unbearable pain. He wanted to die, to escape the torment, but even that seemed like an impossible relief. 

“I wish I'd never met you."

Just when it seemed like he could bear no more, Chan woke with a start, his body drenched in sweat, his heart racing. His breath came in ragged gasps and for a moment, he was disoriented, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to him like a dark shroud. His heart raced as his eyes frantically searched the dark room.  

His breath hitched as he spotted Jisung sleeping peacefully beside him. Relief washed over him, and he took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart. Jisung was safe and unharmed in his slumber. Chan's eyes lingered on the faint bruising and marks on Jisung's neck, now a week faded. 

The sight brought tears to Chan's eyes. He tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths and focusing on the rise and fall of Jisung's chest. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at the evidence of Hyunjin's cruelty. 

He hated himself in that moment, feeling utterly pathetic for not being able to protect Jisung in their own home. He had tried to be strong in front of him, but inside, he was a mess. He loved Jisung more than anything, and the thought of failing him was unbearable.

Needing reassurance, Chan reached out with a trembling hand and lightly touched Jisung's face. "I’m here," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I’m here, and I’ll protect you. I promise." Jisung didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to be hurt or to live with someone who felt so inadequate. "Jisung..." he whispered, his voice trembling.

Jisung stirred at Chan's touch, slowly waking up. "Chan? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

Chan quickly wiped his tears, trying to hide them. "Nothing, Jisung. I’m sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep."

Jisung, still half-asleep, reached up and caressed Chan’s face, his touch soothing. Chan leaned into his hand, after turning to press a gentle kiss to his palm. "Are you sure you’re okay?" Jisung asked softly.

Chan forced a smile, his heart aching. "Yes, I’m okay. Just a nightmare. Go back to sleep, love."

Jisung snuggled closer to Chan, kissing his chest gently. "I love you, Chan," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

Chan held him close, feeling the steady rhythm of Jisung’s heartbeat against his chest. "I love you too, Jisung. More than anything."

As Jisung drifted back to sleep, Chan stayed awake for a while longer, holding him tightly. He felt the weight of his fears and insecurities but knew he had to be strong for Jisung. He would do whatever it took to protect him and ensure their love remained unbroken.

In the quiet darkness of their room, Chan continued to hold Jisung close, finding a small measure of comfort in his warmth and love. He felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him. He knew he had to be strong, not just for himself but for Jisung as well. The love they shared was powerful, and Chan was determined to protect it with everything he had. 

He lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of Jisung's breathing. He kissed the top of his head, taking a deep breath. He whispered a silent vow to himself: he would protect Jisung with everything he had. No matter what nightmares haunted him, no matter what challenges they faced, he would always be there for Jisung. Because their love was worth fighting for, and Jisung was worth everything.

Jisung looked so perfect, so serene, and Chan breathed a sigh of relief, that he was safe in his arms. As the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, Chan finally allowed himself to relax. He closed his eyes, feeling Jisung's warmth and love surrounding him. No matter what nightmares haunted him, he knew that together, they were stronger than anything life could throw their way.

Jisung lay awake, staring at the ceiling as the early morning light began to creep into the room. He knew Chan had been struggling with nightmares, Jisung had noticed the signs. Over the past two weeks, he had woken up multiple times to Chan clinging to him, crying quietly in the dark. 

Each time, Chan would refuse to talk about it, painting on false smiles and pretending everything was fine. But Jisung knew better. He could see the pain and fear lurking behind Chan's eyes, and it broke his heart.

Jisung got up quietly, careful not to wake Chan, and went to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, noticing that the bruises and cuts were all but healed. He ran his fingers gently over the fading marks, his mind filled with determination. 

He wanted to reassure Chan that what happened didn't change how he felt about him. Because it didn't. Chan was the love of his life. He had never felt safer or more loved than he did with Chan.

When Jisung returned to the bedroom, he saw that Chan had woken up and was sitting on the side of the bed, looking panicked. His breathing was shallow, his eyes wide with residual fear.

Jisung approached him, standing between his legs. "Chan," he whispered softly, brushing a strand of hair from his face. He gently took Chan's face in his hands, making him look up. "It’s okay. I’m here."

Chan's eyes were filled with panic, clearly having just woken up from another nightmare. Jisung lowered himself to his knees, his hands still cupping Chan's face. "Look at me, Chan. Breathe with me. It’s just a nightmare. You’re safe."

Chan tried to steady his breathing, focusing on Jisung's calm presence. Jisung's touch was soothing, grounding him in the present. "Jisung... I... I can't..."

Jisung leaned in, his voice soft and filled with love. “You can. Just breathe Chan.” He rested his forehead against Chan’s.

Chan's breathing began to steady, his eyes focusing on Jisung's face. His presence was calming, grounding him in reality. "I love you, Chan," Jisung continued, his voice steady and full of conviction. “We’re both safe.”

Chan looked exhausted, doubt and fear clouding his eyes. "I'm broken, Jisung," he whispered, his voice cracking.

Jisung shook his head. "You are not broken Chan. You are perfect." Chan's eyes filled with tears, and he tried to look away, but Jisung gently turned his face back. "I love you, Chan. More than anything. What happened doesn’t change that. You are my safe place, my love. You’ve always made me feel protected and cherished."

Chan clung to him, crying openly as the weight of his fears and insecurities began to lift. Jisung's unwavering love and support were a balm to his wounded soul. Jisung placed his hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. 

"I love you so much, Jisung," Chan whispered between sobs. "I don't deserve you."

Jisung pulled back slightly, looking into Chan's eyes with fierce determination. "You deserve all the love in the world, Chan. And I'll be here to give it to you, every single day." He shook his head, his own eyes brimming with tears. "As long as you’re here and loving me, that's all I’ll ever want or need."

Chan's voice cracked. "I can't do marriage."

Jisung smiled through his tears, his heart aching with love for the man in front of him. "Then we won’t get married. I’m not going anywhere, Chan. You’re my everything." Jisung leaned in and kissed Chan sweetly, pouring all his love and reassurance into it. 

Chan’s resolve broke slightly, and he began to cry, his tears mingling with Jisung’s. "I’m so scared," he whispered, against Jisung’s lips, his own trembling. "I don’t want to lose you."

Jisung pulled back just enough to look into Chan’s eyes, his hands still holding his face. "You won’t lose me. We’ll get through this together. I’m not going anywhere. You’re my home."

As he listened to Jisung, his eyes fell on the faint bruises and marks that still lingered on Jisung’s neck.

The sight of those marks made Chan's guilt surge to the surface, overwhelming him. His hand shook as he reached out, his fingers lightly skimming over Jisung's skin. He felt a deep sense of failure and self-loathing. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I couldn’t protect you."

Jisung gently laid his hand over Chan's, his touch warm and reassuring. "Chan, look at me," he said softly. Chan’s eyes were filled with guilt and sorrow. "I don’t blame you. None of this was your fault."

"But I blame myself. I couldn’t stop him," Chan choked out, tears streaming down his face. "I couldn’t protect you." Jisung lifted Chan's hand away from his neck and kissed it tenderly. 

"You’ve protected me in so many other ways," he said, his voice filled with love. "You’ve always been there for me, loving me, supporting me."

Chan shook his head, the tears coming faster. "I’m supposed to keep you safe, Jisung. I love you so much, and I couldn’t stop him from hurting you."

Chan's tears spilled over, and he looked into Jisung's eyes, searching for any sign of resentment or anger. All he found was unwavering love and understanding. "How.. how can you be so forgiving? After everything that’s happened..."

Jisung cupped Chan's face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears. "Because I love you, Chan. You are my everything. These marks, they’ll fade. But my love for you, that will never fade. You are not to blame for what happened. Hyunjin made his choices, and he’s the one responsible. Not you."

Chan sobbed into Jisung's shoulder, the weight of his fears and insecurities spilling out. Jisung held him, rocking gently, his own tears falling as he whispered soothing words. "It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to feel broken. But we’ll get through this. Together."

As the morning began to stretch on, Jisung stayed by Chan's side, offering comfort and love. Slowly, Chan's sobs subsided, and he began to calm down. They climbed back into bed, Jisung wrapping his arms around Chan protectively.

"Thank you, Jisung," Chan whispered, his voice hoarse from crying. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Chan. Always," Jisung replied, kissing the top of his head.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the nightmare's grip on Chan slowly loosened. With Jisung by his side, Chan knew he could face his fears and insecurities. Their love was strong enough to overcome any challenge, and together, they would find their way through the darkness.

Chapter Text

What We Have Is Real

Jisung sat across from Felix at their favorite café, a cozy spot with comfortable chairs and warm lighting, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. It was a rare day off for both of them, and they had decided to catch up, since the incident with Hyunjin a month ago. The physical wounds had healed, but the emotional scars were still tender. 

After a few minutes of small talk, Felix finally broached the topic that had been on his mind. "So, how are things with you and Chan?" he asked, trying to sound casual. “Since… you know. I just mean, things have gotten better, yeah?” His voice was tinged with worry.

Jisung smiled softly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of love and concern. “Yeah, it’s been good. We’re slowly healing, you know?” He sighed softly, taking a sip of his coffee. “It’s been a long road, but we’re getting there.” 

Felix set his coffee down, his eyes searching Jisung's face for any signs of distress. "Really? Are you sure? I know how hard things have been..."

He nodded, his expression sincere. "It’s been tough, Chan’s been having nightmares, and he’s struggled with a lot of guilt, but we’ve been talking more.” Jisung gave a small smile, as he looked down at his cup, stirring it absently. 

Felix’s face softened with relief. "I’m glad to hear that. I was so worried about you both. Hyunjin's actions... they really shook everyone."

Jisung’s eyes flickered with a hint of pain at the memory, but he remained resolute. "Yeah, it was a horrible experience. But in a way, it’s brought us closer. We’ve realized how much we mean to each other, and we’re working through it."

Felix grinned. “That’s great, Ji! You’re my friend, and I want both you and chan to be happy. ”

Jisung smiled back, feeling a bit lighter. “Thanks, Felix. I really appreciate it.”

Felix nodded, but his expression turned back to being serious. “But to be honest Ji, I’ve been worried.” He hesitated. “About you.” 

Jisung looked at the smaller boy, his brow furrowing slightly. "Worried about me? Why?"

Felix took a sip of his coffee, gathering his thoughts. “I know how much you love him, but I also know how important marriage is to you. Are you sure you’re okay with…not getting married?”

Jisung sighed, his smile falling, as he set his coffee down. “I won’t lie, Felix. It was something I always dreamed about, but Chan means more to me than a piece of paper.”

Felix leaned forward, concern etched on his face. “I get that, but I also don’t want you to regret it years down the line. You deserve to have your dreams too. I just want to make sure you really understand what you’re giving up.”

Jisung’s gaze softened as he looked at his friend. “Felix, I’ve thought about this a lot. It’s not an easy decision, and yeah, there’s a part of me that’s sad about never having a wedding. But when I look at Chan, I see everything I need. His happiness, his love, that’s what matters to me. We don’t need a wedding to prove what we have.”

Felix sighed, running a hand through his hair. Jisung reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on his friends’ arm. “I know you’re worried, and I appreciate it. But trust me, Chan is worth it. He’s my everything. I believe in us. We’ll make it work, with or without a wedding.”

Felix looked into Jisung’s eyes, searching for any hint of doubt. Finding none, he finally nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. Before he huffed, leaning back in his chair. He looked up to the ceiling quietly contemplating everything. “I think… I’m only this worked up because of everything  that’s happened. You know, with Hyunjin.” He lowered his gaze, meeting Jisung’s.

Jisung's lips curled into a smirk. "I'm not worried. About Hyunjin, I mean. A little birdie told me that you guys took care of that…problem."

Felix's eyes widened in surprise. "Who told you that?"

Jisung chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Seungmin. He couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it."

Felix scowled playfully. "I told him not to tell anyone!” He sighed dramatically. “Of course, leave it to Seungmin to spill the beans. I should have known." Jisung's laughter rang out, lightening the mood instantly. 

"I'm sorry for getting involved without telling you," Felix said, his tone turning more serious. "But we had to do something. We couldn’t just let him get away with it."

Jisung reached out, patting Felix’s hand reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. Honestly, I appreciate it. It means a lot to me that you guys stood up for us. I just wish I could have been there to see their faces."

They both laughed, their grins matching one another’s. "Oh, it was priceless. You should have seen Seungmin. He was fierce, like a protective big brother."

Jisung chuckled, shaking his head. "I can imagine. And you, slapping Hyunjin? That’s something I wish I could have seen."

"It was pretty satisfying. I never thought I’d do something like that, but for you guys, it was worth it."

Jisung chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing. "I can only imagine. Give me heads up next time.” He took a drink of his coffee, before continuing sincerely. “Thank you, Lix. For everything. It's good to know that I've got such awesome friends."

Felix leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his face. "Well, anytime you need us to handle any more jerks, just let us know. We’re always up for it."

As they continued to chat and joke, the weight of the past weeks seemed to lift slightly. Felix's face lighting up with a mischievous grin.

"You know, Jisung," Felix began, leaning in conspiratorially, "I still can't get over Seungmin ratting us out. How exactly did you get him to turn on us?"

“I asked.” Jisung chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "I figured something was up when Seungmin looked like he was about to burst with something to say. So, how did it really go down?"

Felix smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, you should have seen it. Changbin was all business, of course. But Seungmin? He was a force of nature. I swear, Minho looked like he was about to wet himself."

Jisung laughed, the image of Seungmin intimidating Minho playing vividly in his mind. "I would have paid to see that. Seungmin can be really scary when he wants to be."

Felix laughed, the sound infectious. "We'll make sure to invite you next time we plan a dramatic confrontation. Though, hopefully, there won't be a next time."

”If there is, I'll bring popcorn.” Jisung supplied happily.

 “And the way Changbin just punched Minho without hesitation.” Felix chuckled. “Seeing Changbin like that was something else," he said with a glint in his eyes. "He was so... intense. It was kind of hot, to be honest. And let’s just say, he was very... animalistic afterwards." 

Jisung mock-gagged, making a face. "Okay, TMI, Felix. Gross.”

Felix laughed, and rolled  his eyes. "Oh, come on, Jisung. Like you wouldn’t think the same about Chan. Besides, don't act all innocent. I've heard the noises you two make together."

Jisung's face turned bright red, his mortification clear. "What? How? When?"

Felix took a leisurely sip of his drink, clearly enjoying Jisung's embarrassment. "Well, let’s just say Changbin and I may have overheard you two in the studio one night when we went back to grab his laptop.” He smirked over the rim of his cup.  “Let’s just say, you guys were... quite enthusiastic."

Jisung covered his face with his hands, scandalized. "I can’t believe this."

Felix leaned in, "Oh, it was quite the performance. I believe I heard something like, 'Oh, Chan, right there—'"

Jisung peeked out from behind his hands, his face still flushed. "You’re making this up.”

“I wish I were,” Felix’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “‘Princess-’”

"Stop!” Jisung's eyes widened, and he quickly reached across the table to cover Felix's mouth. He wanted nothing more than to disappear into the floor. “Oh my God, Felix! Okay, okay, you win.”

Felix patted his shoulder, still chuckling. "Hey, no need to be embarrassed. It’s just proof that you and Chan are very... passionate about each other."

Jisung groaned again, but he couldn't help but laugh a little at Felix's teasing. "Alright, alright. But you guys better not make a habit of eavesdropping."

Felix held up his hands in mock surrender. "Scout’s honor. We’ll leave you and Chan to your... activities."

Jisung shook his head, still blushing but feeling a bit better. "You’re impossible, Felix."

Felix laughed, the sound warm and comforting. "And you love me for it."

They continued to chat, the atmosphere between them relaxed and filled with camaraderie. Felix felt a sense of relief. While he still had his concerns, he trusted Jisung’s judgment and his love for Chan. If anyone could make it through such challenges, it was them. And as Jisung spoke about Chan with unwavering love and commitment, Felix couldn’t help but feel hopeful for their future.

As they finished their coffee, Felix leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "So, what’s next for you and Chan?"

Jisung smiled softly, thinking about the man he loved. "We’re taking things one day at a time. Focusing on healing and being there for each other. We’ll figure it out together."

Felix nodded, raising his cup in a toast. "To healing, love, and kicking ass when necessary."

Jisung laughed, clinking his cup against Felix’s. "To all of that, and more."

With that, they left the café, ready to face whatever challenges came their way, confident in their friendship and the love that bound them all together. 

And as they walked down the street, Felix couldn't resist one last teasing comment, he grinned wickedly. "Seriously, though, if you’re going to… record something, just shoot us a text. We’ll make sure to stay far, far away."

Jisungs’ eyes widened. “FELIX!” 

In their cozy, dimly lit studio filled with music equipment, a faint echo of a track playing in the background, Chan and Changbin are hard at work. Chan, wearing a casual hoodie and beanie, leaned back in his chair and casually said, "I know what you did, Changbin, and I appreciate it." Changbin, dressed in a graphic tee and ripped jeans, looks up in surprise, his eyes wide.

Changbin's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly tried to mask it with a casual shrug. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything."

Chan smirked and replied, "Jisung told me." 

“Wait.” Changbin furrowed his brows, now just confused. "How did Jisung find out?"

With a chuckle, Chan answers, "Seungmin told Jisung."

Realization dawned on Changbin's face, and he let out a loud, exaggerated whine, as he threw his head back in a dramatic gesture of defeat. He sank back, low, into his chair. The studio was filled with a moment of laughter as Chan enjoyed the reaction.

There was a brief pause, filled with the steady beat of the track they were working on. After a moment, Changbin took a deep breath and looked at Chan. "Since we're sharing secrets," he began, a hint of nervousness in his voice, "I have something to tell you too."

Chan raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What's that?"

Changbin hesitated for a second before finally blurting out, "I'm going to propose to Felix."

Chan's eyes widened in shock, and then a broad smile spread across his face. "Wow, Changbin! That's amazing news!"

Chan laughed, imagining the chaos that would ensue with Jisung and Felix involved in wedding planning. The thought came after Changbin had shared his plans to propose to Felix. As the laughter faded, Chan’s mind wandered to Jisung, feeling a pang of concern.

Sensing his friend's distress, Changbin tilted his head and asked gently, "Chan, are you okay?"

Chan blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Yeah, just... thinking."

Always perceptive, leaned in, Changbin probed gently, "Are you sure you don’t want to marry?" 

Chan, taken aback, stammered, "I… I don’t know." He frowned, feeling a bit defensive. "Why are you bringing this up now?"

"Because it’s important," Changbin pressed. "You can’t just avoid this forever." He, still relaxed but serious, continued, "Chan, you’ve come a long way. You’ve told Jisung you love him. Are you sure you won’t consider marriage? It’s not as scary as it seems, you know."

Chan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. When he finally spoke, his voice was tinged with regret. "It’s not that simple for me, Changbin. I… I can’t do it. I still can’t marry."

Changbin’s eyes softened with concern. "Is this fair to Jisung?" his voice dropping to a gentle tone. 

Chan’s doubt and guilt weighed heavily on him, the conflicting emotions overwhelming. He knew Changbin was right, but the fear and uncertainty held him back, leaving him torn between his love for Jisung and his inability to take that next step.

He looked away, the doubt and guilt weighing heavily on him. "I know," he murmured. "I know you’re right, but the thought of marriage… it scares me. It’s like this huge step I’m not ready for… or will be ready for."

Changbin nodded, understanding. "But you love him, right?"

"More than anything," Chan replied without hesitation. "We’ve talked about it, and Jisung said he doesn’t need marriage. He’s okay with things as they are."

Changbin looked doubtful. "But Chan, you know it’s always been Jisung’s dream to get married. Are you sure he’s really okay with it, or is he just saying that for your sake?"

Chan’s frustration bubbled up. "We’ve talked about it, Changbin” he snapped. 

Changbin sighed, his concern deepening. "Just make sure, Chan. Make sure you’re being fair to him. Sometimes people say things out of love, even if it’s not what they really want."

“Jisung has said he doesn’t need marriage." He forced himself to keep a false sense of conviction.

The shorter of the two huffed, shook his head slightly, still unconvinced. "I’m only trying to help. I just want the best for both of you, Chan."

Chan tried to hold on to his composure. "I know you do. But we’ve worked it out."

Changbin, unaware of the harm he unintentionally caused, nodded slowly. "Alright, if you say so."

A seed of doubt took root in Chan’s mind. Jisung’s sweet words of reassurance suddenly seemed laced with false promises. Maybe Jisung would get bored of him, like Woojin, or get tired of waiting, like Hyunjin. The overwhelming doubt and guilt churned within him.

Trying to shake off the unease, Chan forced a smile and said, "Let’s get back to work." Despite the smile, the doubt and guilt were overwhelming, a heavy burden on his heart.

Changbin nodded, and they resumed their tasks. But Chan’s mind was elsewhere, plagued by the growing fear that perhaps Jisung wasn’t as content as he claimed. The conversation replayed in his head, amplifying his insecurities and making Jisung’s reassurances feel hollow and uncertain.

Later that night, as Chan lay in bed, Jisung nestled against him, he couldn’t help but voice his fears. “Jisung, are you really okay with not getting married?”

Jisung looked up, surprised by the sudden question. “Chan, we’ve talked about this. I love you, and that’s what matters most to me. A piece of paper doesn’t define our love.”

Chan sighed, his hand gently stroking Jisung’s hair. “I know, but I don’t want you to give up your dreams for me. I want you to be happy.”

Jisung cupped Chan’s face in his hands, his gaze unwavering. “Chan, my happiness is being with you. Whether we get married or not doesn’t change how I feel about you. You’re enough for me, always.”

Chan’s heart swelled with love and gratitude, but the doubt lingered. He resolved to talk more openly with Jisung, to ensure that their love was truly mutual and fulfilling for both of them. As he held Jisung close, he silently vowed to do whatever it took to make sure they both found happiness, together.

And yet, in the very back recesses of his mind he thought maybe Changbin was right, though he couldn’t voice this fear. Instead, he clung to Jisung’s words, trying to convince himself of their truth. But as the uncertainty gnawed at him, Chan couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was beginning to unravel.

The night of Felix and Changbin’s engagement party was a whirlwind of joy and celebration. Chan and Jisung arrived at the venue, a beautiful rooftop garden adorned with fairy lights and flowers, the air buzzing with excitement and happiness. They were greeted by a sea of familiar faces from their close-knit circle.

Chan and Jisung were mingling with friends, enjoying the joyous atmosphere, when Seungmin approached them with a shy-looking young man by his side with dimples and fox like eyes.

"Hey guys, I want you to meet someone," Seungmin said, his voice tinged with pride and a hint of nervousness. "This is Jeongin, my boyfriend."

Jisung's face lit up with a warm, welcoming smile. "Hi, Jeongin! It’s so nice to see you again. My name is Jisung and this is my boyfriend Chan." He reached out and shook Jeongin’s hand, his touch gentle and friendly.

Jeongin blushed slightly but managed a small smile, highlighting his dimples. "Hi, Jisung. I think I remember you… from Mr. Lee’s studio. Nice to see you again." He turned and gave Chan a soft smile as well. “Seungmin talks about you both frequently.

“I doubt anything pleasant.” Chan laughed, earning a glare from Seungmin.

Jisung immediately began chatting with Jeongin, asking about his interests and trying to make him feel comfortable. He was warm and engaging, his enthusiasm infectious. Chan watched the interaction with a fond smile, appreciating Jisung's ability to make everyone feel at ease.

Seungmin, noticing how well Jisung and Jeongin were getting along, rolled his eyes playfully but couldn’t hide his own happiness. "They’re going to be talking for hours," he said with a chuckle, turning to Chan. "Mind if we step away for a bit?"

Chan nodded and followed Seungmin to a quieter corner of the room. "Jeongin seems really nice," Chan remarked.

Seungmin smiled, a soft expression crossing his face. "Yeah, he is. He’s a bit shy, but he’s a great guy."

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, watching Jisung and Jeongin animatedly discussing something, their laughter ringing out clearly.

"So, how are things with you and Jisung?" Seungmin asked, his tone shifting to one of genuine concern. "Everything good? Felix told me about Hyunjin showing up."

Chan nodded, a slight smile on his face. "Things are good. Better than good, actually. We’ve had our challenges, but we’re stronger for it." 

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in his eyes. "And you’re sure? No lingering doubts?"

Chan shook his head, his expression serious. "No doubts. Jisung is everything to me. We’ve both been through a lot, but he’s been my rock. I’ve never felt this strongly before, about anyone. He’s helped me realize that I’m worth loving, and I’m grateful for that every day."

Seungmin smiled, his eyes softening. "I’m glad to hear that, Chan. You both deserve to be happy."

Chan grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, and Seungmin, I heard about how you defended Jisung and me against Hyunjin and Minho. Quite the hero, aren’t you?"

Seungmin’s eyes widened slightly, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. He quickly tried to put up a front, crossing his arms and looking nonchalant. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he said, trying to sound indifferent.

Chan chuckled, teasing the younger boy. "Come on, don’t be modest. I know you gave them a piece of your mind. I’m impressed."

Seungmin huffed, still trying to maintain his cool demeanor. "Well, someone had to say something. They were being unreasonable."

"Of course," Chan said, his grin widening. "But seriously, Seungmin, it means a lot to us. Thank you."

Seungmin rolled his eyes, but the small smile on his face betrayed his true feelings. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make a big deal out of it."

"Too late," Chan teased. "You’re a hero now."

Seungmin groaned, but the warmth in his eyes showed he appreciated the recognition. "Alright, alright. Enough with the teasing.” Seungmin, trying to shift the focus, smirked. “I was surprised you could even make it tonight.”

”Hmm? Why?” Chan turned and looked at him surprised. 

Then, with a playfulness shining in his eyes, Seungmin added, "Well it’s past your bed time, isn’t it? I mean shouldn’t you be getting your rest, old man? You know, with your age and all, you need more sleep."

Chan laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Oh, so now you're teasing me about my age, huh? Just because you’re a bit younger doesn’t mean you get to call me old."

Seungmin smirked, feeling more at ease. "You’re nearly half 66. Someone has to keep an eye on you, and we wouldn't want you to break a hip."

"Well, I appreciate the concern, youngster," Chan replied playfully. "Just remember, with age comes wisdom."

"Sure, if that’s what helps you sleep at night," Seungmin shot back, unable to hide his smile.

Chan looked back at Jisung, who was now laughing with Jeongin about something. The sight filled him with warmth.

”You two are good together. I never thought about it before.” Seungmin said softly, Chan could hear the fondness in his voice.

 "We are happy. And I’m determined to keep it that way."

Seungmin patted Chan on the shoulder. "Good. Just keep communicating and being honest with each other. That’s what really matters."

"Thanks, Seungmin," Chan said, “Since when did you get so wise? Whose old now?” He chuckled.

”Speak for yourself grandpa” Seungmin scoffed, which only made Chan laugh louder.

As they rejoined the group, Chan saw Jisung glance over and smile at him, a look of pure affection in his eyes. Chan returned the smile, feeling the depth of their connection. 

Chan and Jisung navigated through the crowd, exchanging warm greetings and hugs. Eventually, they found Felix and Changbin, who were beaming with happiness, surrounded by well-wishers.

“Chan! Jisung! You made it!” Felix exclaimed, pulling them both into a tight hug. “As if we would miss this.” Chan replied, grinning from ear to ear.

Changbin wrapped an arm around Felix, his eyes shining with affection. “You both mean so much to us. We couldn’t imagine celebrating without you here.”

Felix nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly. We appreciate the friendship we all have and how much you both have been there for us. We love and respect you so much.”

Felix then turned to Jisung, a playful yet sincere smile on his face. “Jisung, I have a special request. Would you do me the honor of being my best man?”

Jisung’s eyes widened in shock and joy. “Are you serious? Of course! I’d be honored, Felix!”

The two friends hugged tightly, laughter and happy tears mingling as they celebrated the moment. Changbin then looked at Chan, a knowing grin spreading across his face. “And Chan, I can’t think of anyone else I’d want as my best man. Will you do me the honor?”

Chan felt a lump in his throat, overwhelmed by the gesture. “Absolutely, Bin. I’d be honored.”

With that, the four friends shared a heartfelt embrace, their bond stronger than ever. The party continued around them, filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. 

Seungmin and Jeongin joined them, Jeongin shyly offering his congratulations. “We’re so happy for you guys,” Seungmin said, smiling warmly.

As the evening continued and the engagement party for Changbin and Felix reached its peak, the room buzzed with laughter and excitement. Drinks were flowing, and the joyful atmosphere was infectious. At this point, it was time for the toasts. Wooyoung, known for being the life of the party, was up next. 

Wooyoung stood up, a mischievous look in his eye and a wide grin on his face. He clinked his glass to get everyone’s attention and then began his toast with his characteristic energy and humor.

"Alright, everyone, gather 'round! It’s time for the best toast of the night!” he announced, earning a round of cheers and laughter. "First off, I want to congratulate my dear friends Binnie Bear and Lixie Pie. Honestly, who would have thought that Felix would finally get Changbin to settle down?" he teased, causing the crowd to erupt in laughter.

Changbin and Felix exchanged amused looks, clearly enjoying Wooyoung’s antics.

"But seriously," Wooyoung continued, "I’ve known Changbin for a long time, and he’s like a brother to me. And let me tell you, Felix, you’re one lucky guy because Changbin is a catch. He’s talented, kind-hearted, and, well, he has the patience of a saint to put up with all of us!"

The room filled with chuckles and nods of agreement.

"And Felix," Wooyoung went on, turning his attention to the other groom-to-be, "you’re like a burst of sunshine in all our lives. Your energy and positivity are contagious, and I’m so glad you’ve found someone who matches your light."

Felix blushed and smiled warmly at Wooyoung.

"Now, I’ve seen these two through thick and thin, through their ups and downs, and even through Changbin’s questionable hair phases," Wooyoung quipped, earning another round of laughter. "And I can honestly say, they bring out the best in each other. They’re a perfect match, like peanut butter and jelly, or better yet, like Changbin and his love for late-night snacks."

Wooyoung’s playful and heartfelt words had everyone laughing and nodding in agreement. He then raised his glass high, a genuine smile on his face.

"So here’s to Changbin and Felix. May your love continue to grow, may your days be filled with laughter, and may you always find joy in each other’s company. Cheers to a lifetime of happiness and love!"

"Cheers!" the room echoed, everyone raising their glasses in a celebratory toast.

Wooyoung’s toast ended with a round of applause and cheers, leaving everyone in high spirits. As he took his seat, Changbin and Felix both gave him appreciative nods, clearly touched by his words despite the playful teasing.

Chan looked around at the faces of his friends, feeling a profound sense of gratitude. Despite the doubts and fears that occasionally crept in, moments like these reaffirmed the love and connection they all shared.

As the evening drew to a close, Chan and Jisung stood together, watching Felix and Changbin dance under the stars. Chan turned to Jisung, his heart full. “I love you, Jisung. More than anything.”

Jisung smiled, his eyes shining with love. “I love you too, Chan. And I’m so grateful for you, for us, and for everything we’ve been through together.”

They kissed softly, the world around them fading away for a moment. In that kiss, Chan found the reassurance he needed, and used it to push that seedling of doubt to the very back of his mind. Whatever the future held, he knew they would face it together, supported by their love and the unbreakable bond with their friends.

Over the next few months, Jisung was a ball of excitement and enthusiasm as he helped Felix plan his wedding. They spent countless hours discussing wedding cakes, colors, venues, and everything in between. Jisung’s giddiness was infectious, and Felix couldn’t be happier to have such a dedicated friend by his side during this important time.

Chan loved seeing Jisung so happy. He would often sit back and listen to Jisung and Felix’s animated discussions, a fond smile on his face. But as the weeks went by, a growing sense of guilt began to gnaw at him. He couldn’t shake the recurring feeling that he wasn’t enough for Jisung, that he was holding him back from the dream of a wedding that Jisung so clearly cherished.

One evening, Chan came home from the studio to find Jisung and Felix spread out in the living room, surrounded by wedding magazines, color swatches, and cake samples. They were laughing and chatting excitedly, completely absorbed in their planning.

“This is going to be perfect, Felix! Just look at these flowers!” Jisung exclaimed, holding up a page from a magazine. “I wanted something similar for my wedding. But this color scheme is so you!”

Felix grinned, nodding eagerly. “I know, right? I can’t wait to see it all come together.”

Chan stood in the doorway, watching them with a heavy heart. He could see how much this meant to Jisung, and it tore him apart inside. Jisung’s happiness was everything to him, but he couldn’t help but feel that he was falling short of what Jisung deserved.

“Hey, Chan!” Jisung called out, noticing him standing there. “Come see these cake designs. They’re amazing!”

Chan forced a smile and walked over, kneeling down beside Jisung. “They look great,” he said, trying to keep his voice light.

As Jisung continued to gush about the wedding plans, Chan felt a knot tighten in his chest. He wanted to be happy for Felix and support Jisung, but the guilt and self-doubt were becoming overwhelming. He wasn’t good enough for Jisung. He didn’t deserve someone as wonderful as him. But at the same time, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. He was selfish, holding on to Jisung despite his insecurities.

Later that night, after Felix had left, Chan sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. It was one of those nights where the weight of everything seemed to press down on Chan, making it hard to breathe. The darkness of his depression had crept back in, despite Jisung’s constant love and support. It felt like an endless void, and Chan found himself spiraling, questioning everything, especially his worthiness of Jisung’s love. Jisung came over and sat beside him, leaning his head on Chan’s shoulder.

“You okay?” Jisung asked softly, sensing that something was off.

Chan took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he began, his voice strained. “About us, about you. I see how excited you are about Felix’s wedding, and it makes me so happy to see you happy.” Chan took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Changbin said some things, and..."

Jisung's brow furrowed in confusion. "What did Changbin say?"

"He’s concerned that I’m not being fair to you," Chan admitted, feeling a pang of guilt as he spoke. "I was shocked, and it hurt to think he’d question my feelings. But it made me realize just how deep my insecurities run. Sometimes, I feel like I’m not good enough for you, that you deserve someone who can give you everything you’ve ever wanted."

Jisung’s eyes softened with understanding. "Oh, Chan..."

Chan’s eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and resignation as he finally looked at Jisung. “I can’t do this anymore, Jisung,” he said, his voice breaking. “You deserve better than this…better than me.”

Jisung’s heart ached at the sight of Chan’s anguish. “What are you talking about?” he asked softly, reaching out to touch Chan’s cheek. “I don’t understand.”

Chan pulled away, standing up and pacing the room. “I’m too broken for you. I can’t be the person you need. I thought I could, but…I just can’t. You deserve someone who can give you everything, someone who isn’t constantly fighting their own demons.”

Jisung stood up, following Chan’s movements with his eyes, his own emotions swirling. “Chan, you’re everything I need. I don’t want someone else. I want you, just as you are.”

Chan shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “No, Jisung! You deserve more. I can’t do it. I’m not good enough for you. God, I can’t even get through a night without having a fucking nightmare!” He laughed bitterly at the concept.

Jisung’s own eyes filled with tears as he stepped closer, his voice firm but gentle. “Chan, listen to me. You are enough for me. You’ve always been enough. What we have is real, and it’s all I need. I understand your fears, and I’m not asking you to be anything other than who you are. If that means not getting married, then so be it.” 

Chan’s tears fell freely as he fell back onto the couch. "I love you, Jisung. I really do," Chan continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "But with all the wedding planning with Felix. I see how happy it makes you, and I feel guilty that I can’t give you that."

Jisung lifted chans chin, looking at him with concern. “Chan.”

Chan sighed. “I’m not enough for you Ji. I know how much you love weddings and the idea of getting married, and-”

Jisung frowned, taking Chan’s hand in his, he pressed his forehead to Chans. “Listen to me Chan, you’re not holding me back. I love you. I want to be with you, no matter what. Marriage or not, you’re everything to me.”

Chan’s eyes filled with tears. “I just… I don’t want you to feel like you’re missing out because of me. You deserve everything, Jisung.”

Jisung squeezed Chan’s hand, his own eyes glistening. “I don’t need a wedding to be happy. As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters.”

Chan pulled Jisung into his lap, burying his face in Jisung’s shoulder. “I love you so much, Jisung. I just want you to be happy.” his hands trembled as he clung to Jisung. “I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry,” Chan whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry.”

Jisung held him tighter, his own tears falling silently. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Chan. We’ll get through this together. You are my everything, and nothing will change that. I love you, now and always.” He held him close, stroking his hair and whispering softly. “I am happy, Chan. I’m happiest when I’m with you. Don’t ever doubt that.” Despite his words, Chan's doubt still lingered. Jisung nudged him, “Come on, let's go to bed.”

The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over them, creating an intimate atmosphere as Chan and Jisung crawled into bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. Chan felt the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him, and he knew his conversation with Jisung was far from over.

"Jisung," Chan began softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hmm?" Jisung responded sleepily, nuzzling closer to Chan.

“I would understand, you know if you…wanted to leave.” Chan continued, his heart pounding. Jisung opened his eyes, his expression shifting to one of concern as he looked up at Chan. “I don’t want you to, but I… I would understand.”

He reached up, cupping Chan’s face in his hands. "Chan, listen to me. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. You make me happier than I ever thought possible."

Chan’s eyes filled with tears, and he leaned into Jisung’s touch. "But what if I’m not enough? What if you end up resenting me for it?"

Jisung shook his head, his voice firm and reassuring. "That will never happen. You are more than enough for me, Chan. You’ve given me love, support, and a sense of belonging that I’ve never felt with anyone else. Those are the things that matter most to me."

Chan let out a shaky breath, the weight of his fears beginning to lift. "I just want to make you happy."

"You already do," Jisung whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Chan’s lips. "Every day, you make me happy. Don’t doubt that. Don’t doubt us."

Chan hugged Jisung tightly, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I love you so much, Jisung. Thank you for believing in me, in us."

"I love you too, Chan," Jisung replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "And I always will. We’re in this together, and that’s all that matters."

As they held each other close, the warmth of their love enveloping them, Chan felt a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in a long time. He knew that with Jisung by his side, they could overcome any obstacle. Their bond was strong, and their love was unwavering. Together, they were enough.

Several months later, the sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the beautifully decorated garden where Felix and Changbin stood at the altar. The scene was like something out of a dream. Felix, with his long blonde hair styled elegantly with braids and glistening diamonds, wore a stunning white lace jacket and suit pants, complemented by a lace skirt that created a beautiful train. The entire setup was enchanting.

Jisung stood behind Felix, tears streaming down his face, completely lost in the emotional moment. He was dressed in a lavender suit with delicate traces of lace, his fluffy hair pinned back with light purple gems that caught the light and sparkled softly. He was breathtaking, his appearance radiating a serene beauty that captivated Chan.

Chan stood behind Changbin, a small smile playing on his lips. His gaze kept drifting to Jisung, unable to look away from his partner. Despite the splendor of Felix and Changbin exchanging their heartfelt vows, it was Jisung who truly captured Chan’s heart in this moment.

As Felix and Changbin declared their love and commitment to each other, Chan's eyes remained fixed on Jisung. He marveled at how stunning Jisung looked, the lavender suit accentuating his soft features and the gems in his hair making him glow with an ethereal light. Chan felt a swell of emotions, realizing yet again how deeply he loved Jisung.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, it felt as though the world had faded away, leaving just the two of them. Jisung’s shy smile, even through his tears, was enough to make Chan’s heart skip a beat. Chan grinned back at him, his eyes full of love and adoration. He mouthed the words, "I love you," conveying all the depth of his feelings in that simple gesture.

Jisung’s smile widened, his eyes shining even brighter as he mouthed back, "I love you too." The connection between them felt stronger than ever, an unspoken promise that they would always be there for each other, through every joy and every challenge.

As Felix and Changbin sealed their vows with a kiss, the crowd erupted in applause, but for Chan, the moment was made perfect by Jisung’s presence. He knew that no matter what doubts or fears he had faced, being with Jisung was the best decision he had ever made.

The ceremony ended, and as the newlyweds walked back down the aisle, Chan and Jisung followed, their hands finding each other and squeezing gently. They joined the celebration, surrounded by friends and loved ones, but Chan's focus remained on Jisung. In this beautiful moment, he felt a profound sense of peace and happiness.

The evening continued with laughter, dancing, and heartfelt toasts. Amidst the festivities, Chan and Jisung shared a moment in a quiet corner of the garden,  under the twinkling lights. "You look amazing tonight," Chan whispered, his eyes filled with admiration.

Jisung blushed, leaning into Chan’s embrace. "So do you," he replied softly. "I really like this lavender on you.” He said playfully, his hand coming up to smooth out Chan's collar. “I’m so glad we’re here together."

Chan kissed Jisung’s forehead, feeling a deep contentment. "Me too, Jisung. Me too." And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Chan gazed into Jisung’s eyes, his heart swelling with gratitude and love. “Jisung, I need to tell you something,” he began, his voice tender and sincere. “A year and a half ago, I never would have imagined I could be this happy. After Hyunjin left me, I thought I’d never love again, never be able to open myself up like this.”

Jisung’s expression softened, his hand gently squeezing his. “Chan…”

“No, let me finish,” Chan said, his voice trembling slightly. “I thought I was too broken, too worthless. If Woojin and Hyunjin both thought I wasn’t worth it, then it had to be true, right?”

Jisung’s eyes filled with tears, and he shook his head vehemently. “Chan, you’re worth a million of them. They couldn’t see what I see, how amazing you are.”

Chan smiled, a tear escaping down his cheek. He laughed softly, spinning Jisung around before pulling him back into his arms. “I understand that now, Jisung. And it’s all thanks to you. You’ve been there for me, always. You made me believe in myself again.”

Jisung’s smile was radiant, his heart brimming with love. “Chan, you’ve always been worth it. I’m just glad you see it too.”

Chan took a deep breath, his eyes shining with determination. “I want to spend forever with you, Jisung. You’re my everything. I know I can’t give you the dream of a wedding, of marriage, and I feel guilty about that.”

Jisung could see the guilt in Chan’s eyes and immediately cupped his face, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Chan, forever with you is better than any wedding. A piece of paper doesn’t define us. What we have is real, and that’s all that matters to me.”

“Are you sure?” Chan asked, his voice filled with hope and a hint of vulnerability.

Jisung’s eyes sparkled with love and certainty. “I’m more than sure. You are my future, Chan. Wedding or not, I want to be with you, always.”

Chan’s heart soared at Jisung’s words. He pulled Jisung into a tight embrace, holding him close as if he never wanted to let go. “I love you so much, Jisung. Thank you for being my everything.”

“I love you too, Chan,” Jisung whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. “Forever.”

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around them seemed to fade away. Their love was strong, unbreakable, and it was all they needed.

The night continued, filled with laughter, dancing, and celebration. But for Chan and Jisung, it was also a night of reaffirmation and promises. They were each other’s forever, and that was the most beautiful thing of all.

Chapter Text

Just Talking

The realization hit Chan on a quiet Sunday morning, only a month after Felix and Changbin’s wedding, as he watched Jisung from across the kitchen. Jisung was humming softly, making breakfast with a serene smile on his face, dressed in one of Chans old ratty gym shirts. It was in these simple, everyday moments that Chan felt the depth of his feelings for Jisung. This was it. Jisung was it. Jisung was all he ever wanted in life—someone who loved him and understood him unconditionally.

As Chan reflected on his past relationships with Woojin and Hyunjin, he could see the lessons they had taught him. Both relationships had ended in heartbreak, leaving Chan terrified of opening his heart again. Yet, with Jisung, everything felt different. Jisung had been by his side through the worst of it, never faltering, never letting go. He was a constant source of support, love, and warmth.

Chan’s heart swelled with a love more profound than he had ever known. It was a love that eclipsed everything he had felt before. Jisung wasn’t just a partner; he was Chan’s best friend, confidant, and the person who had healed his broken heart. He loved Jisung more than he had loved anything before, and he knew that Jisung would be by his side for years to come, just as he had been already.

He knew how important marriage was to Jisung. It was a dream Jisung had often spoken about with a wistful look in his eyes. And yet, Jisung had never pressured Chan, understanding his fears and respecting his past. Jisung was even willing to give up his dream of marriage, of a wedding, for Chan’s sake. That selflessness touched Chan deeply, making him realize just how much Jisung loved him.

In that moment, as he watched Jisung move around the kitchen, Chan made a decision. He would do anything for Jisung, even face his fears and take the leap into marriage. Because Jisung was worth it. Their love was worth it.

Chan approached Jisung, wrapping his arms around him from behind, giving a soft kiss to Jisungs neck. Jisung leaned into the embrace, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Good morning,” he said, tilting his head to look up at Chan.

“Morning,” Chan replied, his voice filled with a mix of emotion and determination. “Jisung?”

Jisung turned in Chan’s arms, sensing the seriousness in his tone. “Hmm?”

“Marry me?” It just came out, so easy like breathing. Chan felt Jisung tense and turn slightly in his arms, his eyes wide with shock. 

Chan took a deep breath, his heart pounding. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About us, about our future. And I’ve come to realize that you’re all I ever wanted. You love me and understand me in a way no one else ever has. You’ve been my rock, my everything.”

Jisung’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and hope flickering in them. “Chan…”

Chan continued, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions. “I know how important marriage is to you, how it’s always been your dream. And I want to give that to you. I want to be with you forever, to promise myself to you in every way. So, Jisung, will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in Jisung’s eyes, he turned completely around in Chan’s embrace. His back pressed against the counter, his hands trembling as he cupped Chan’s face. “Chan, are you serious? Is this really happening?”

Chan nodded, his own eyes misting over. “Yes, Jisung. I’m serious. I love you more than anything, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

A tear slid down Jisung’s cheek as he nodded fervently. “Yes, Chan. Yes, I’ll marry you!”

They embraced, their hearts beating as one, the future bright and filled with promise. In each other’s arms, they knew they had found their forever.

Jisung, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Felix stepped out of the wedding shop, their laughter and excitement filling the air as they discussed the various items they had just seen. The four friends juggled multiple bags as they continued on their way to the next appointment for the day. The cheerful atmosphere, however, quickly shifted when they noticed Hyunjin standing a few feet away, his gaze fixed on them.

The air grew tense, and Felix and Seungmin immediately became defensive and protective. Felix subtly moved in front of Jisung, while Seungmin squared his shoulders, ready for any confrontation.

Hyunjin's eyes narrowed as he saw them. "Well, isn't this a cozy group." He remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Look who’s off his leash," Seungmin remarked coldly, glaring at Hyunjin. "Did Minho let you out to play?"

Hyunjin's eyes flashed with anger. "Watch your mouth, Seungmin. Have some respect." He barked.

Seungmin didn’t back down. "Respect? That’s rich coming from you."

Hyunjin’s gaze shifted, catching sight of the ring on Felix’s finger. "So, Felix," he began, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "you and Changbin finally made it official, huh?"

Felix shook his head, a determined look in his eyes. "We married over summer."

Hyunjin's expression shifted to one of hurt, masking it with a snide remark. “Must’ve been an issue with the mail. My invitation got lost.”

“Hard to lose an invitation that was never sent.” Felix snorted. 

Hyunjin looked confused, his eyes shifting to the wedding shop sign. "Then who...?"

Seungmin seized the opportunity, a sharp edge to his tone. "That’s none of your business, Hyunjin. But if you must know, Chan proposed to Jisung."

Hyunjin’s eyes widened in surprise. "Chan? I thought he didn’t believe in marriage."

Seungmin smirked, his gaze never leaving Hyunjin. "Chan believes in marriage with the right person. Guess that says a lot, doesn’t it?"

As they stood in the street, the sight of Hyunjin brought Jisung back to that terrifying night months ago. He could almost feel Hyunjin's hand wrapped around his throat, the fear and helplessness suffocating him. His breathing quickened, and panic began to rise within him, threatening to take over.

Hyunjin’s gaze turned to Jisung. His eyes narrowed, and his voice dripped with venom. "So, you’re still manipulating Chan, huh? Must be nice getting everything you want."

Jeongin, sensing Jisung's fear, quietly reached out and grabbed his hand, moving closer for support. 

“That’s not true.” Jisung tried to defend himself, his voice meek. "I-I didn’t manipulate him. We love each other."

 "Sure, you do.” Hyunjin sneered. “We were friends, Jisung. And then you had to go and steal Chan. You’re nothing but a—"

"That's enough," Seungmin cut him off sharply. "Why don’t you run home to Minho and leave us alone?"

“We don’t have time for this.” Felix added, his tone cold. "Maybe you should worry about your own relationship instead of ours." He reached back and grabbed Jisung’s hand, “We have our tasting appointment Ji. Let’s go.”

Jisung felt a shiver run down his spine, his eyes darting nervously to Hyunjin. The encounter brought back too many bad memories, and he felt the old fear creeping back in.

Hyunjin noticed Jisung's discomfort and took a step forward, his tone mocking. "What’s wrong, Jisung? You look scared."

Felix stepped in front of Jisung protectively. "Back off, Hyunjin."

Seungmin added, his voice low and dangerous, "You don’t get to intimidate him anymore."

Hyunjin scoffed but took a step back, realizing he was outnumbered. "Whatever." his expression remained unreadable. "Right. Well, congratulations, I guess," he muttered before turning and walking away, leaving the group to breathe a collective sigh of relief.

As Hyunjin walked away, oblivious to the turmoil he left in his wake, the panic attack hit Jisung full force. His vision blurred, and his chest tightened. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. He dropped to his knees

"Jisung?" Jeongin's voice was filled with concern as he noticed Jisung's distress. He reached out, grabbing Jisung's hand, trying to offer support. "Jisung, hey, it’s okay. Look at me."

Felix and Seungmin quickly gathered around, their faces etched with worry. "We need to call Chan," Felix said urgently. Seungmin nodded and pulled out his phone, dialing Chan's number with trembling fingers.

As the phone rang, Felix knelt beside Jisung, speaking softly. "Jisung, it’s okay. We’re here. You’re safe." But Jisung couldn’t hear them over the pounding in his own ears.

The call connected, and Chan's voice, cheerful and light, came through. "Hey, how’s the shopping going? Should I be scared to look at my credit card bill?" He laughed.

"Chan, it’s Seungmin," he said quickly. "Jisung’s having a panic attack. We need you."

The change in Chan’s tone was immediate. “What happened? ”

Seungmin’s voice was tense. “Hyunjin.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Chan’s voice came through, filled with anger and worry. “Put me on speaker.”

Seungmin did as he was told and held the phone close to Jisung. "Jisung, it’s me, Chan. Can you hear me?"

Jisung, shaking and struggling to breathe, nodded weakly. The sound of Chan's voice seemed to cut through the fog of his panic.

"Jisung, listen to me," Chan continued, his voice calm and soothing. “Take a deep breath for me. In and out, just like we practiced."

His eyes flickered to the phone, his breathing still ragged. “Chan...”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Love. You don’t need to talk, just focus on my voice. Keep taking deep breaths with me, okay? In... and out...”

Jisung tried to follow Chan's instructions, his breaths ragged and shallow at first. Jeongin squeezed his hand gently, offering silent encouragement.

"That’s it," Chan said softly. "You’re doing great. Keep breathing. You’re safe. I’m here with you. I love you."

Felix rubbed Jisung’s back in slow, comforting circles, while Seungmin kept the phone steady. "We’re all here, Jisung," Felix murmured. "You’re not alone."

Gradually, Jisung’s breathing began to steady, the tightness in his chest easing as Chan’s voice continued to guide him through the panic. "That’s it," Chan praised gently. "You’re safe now. Just keep breathing."

After a few more moments, Jisung’s panic attack subsided, leaving him feeling drained but calmer. He clung to Jeongin's hand, the warmth and support anchoring him.

"Are you okay?" Chan’s voice was filled with concern and love.

Jisung nodded, managing a weak "Yeah," as he took a few more steady breaths. "I’m okay now."

"Good," Chan said, relief evident in his voice. Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin exchanged relieved glances, grateful for Chan’s calming presence even from a distance. They helped Jisung to his feet, still keeping close as they prepared to head back.

"We’ve got you," Seungmin said softly. 

Jeongin suggested, “We should take him home.” Seungmin nodded in agreement, reaching down to grab the shopping bags jisung had discarded.

“I’ll call the cake shop to reschedule. We can do this another time.” Felix volunteered, pulling out his phone.

Chan’s voice came through the phone again, softer now. “I’m leaving early. I’ll be home soon. Just take care of him until I get there.”

“Will do. See you soon, Chan.”

Seungmin gave a quick nod, even though Chan couldn’t see it. 

With that, they gently guided Jisung towards home, Felix making the necessary calls while Jeongin and Seungmin stayed close to Jisung, offering their support and reassurance. The day had taken an unexpected turn, but their priority was clear: Jisung’s well-being came first.

With Chan’s voice still echoing in his mind, Jisung felt a renewed sense of hope and strength as they made their way back, knowing he wasn’t alone in facing his fears.

The club was alive with celebration as everyone gathered to celebrate Jisung's birthday. The energy was high, and the alcohol was flowing freely. Changbin was extremely drunk and incredibly clingy with Felix, practically hanging off of him. Felix, though amused, was doing his best to manage his affectionate boyfriend. Jeongin, also tipsy, was much more outgoing than usual, his face flushed a bright red as he laughed and chatted animatedly.

Jisung himself was extremely drunk, feeling giddy and dizzy as the night progressed. Chan had his arms wrapped around Jisung as they danced, holding him close. Chan was flirting shamelessly, his hands wandering and his words low and seductive. "You’re so fucking hot when you dance like this." Chan murmured into his ear, his breath warm against Jisung's skin.

”I can’t wait to get you home.”

Jisung felt himself getting aroused, the combination of alcohol and Chan's attention making his head spin. Chan nipped at Jisung's neck, eliciting a soft moan from him. "Maybe we should go home now," Chan suggested, his voice husky. "I still need to give you your present."

Jisung moaned involuntarily, feeling a rush of heat through his body. His resolve crumbled. "Yeah... let’s go," he agreed breathlessly. They made their way back to the table, where Seungmin was giggling with Jeongin, both of them clearly enjoying their drunken state.

At the table, Seungmin was giggling with Jeongin, who was now attempting to tell a story between fits of laughter. Changbin, louder than ever, was practically shouting his love for Felix, who looked both amused and embarrassed by the attention.

"Felix, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me!" Changbin declared, his voice carrying over the music. "I love you so much, my freckled angel!"

Felix laughed, patting Changbin's back. "I love you too, Bin."

Chan and Jisung reached the table, Chan giving their friends a knowing look. "Hey guys, we're gonna head out," Chan announced, his hand squeezing Jisung's hip. "Birthday boy needs his present."

Seungmin, still giggling, waved them off. "Have fun, you two!"

Jeongin nodded vigorously. "Yeah, have fun! Happy birthday, Jisung!"

Changbin, still focused on Felix, managed to shout, "Happy birthday, Jisung!"

Before they left the club Jisung stumbled and placed his hand onto Chan’s chest. "I need to go to the restroom," he said, his voice unsteady. Chan gave him a supportive squeeze before letting him go. 

Chan leaned in, his lips brushing against Jisung’s in a kiss that lingered a bit too long for public. "Don’t get lost, birthday boy," he teased with a smirk. “I’ll wait here.”

Jisung grinned back, feeling the warmth of Chan’s affection as he made his way through the crowded club. His vision swam slightly, and he steadied himself against the wall. As he turned a corner, he bumped into someone. He looked up and saw Minho standing there, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, well, look who it is," Minho said, his tone dripping with mockery.

Jisung tried to steady himself, but the alcohol was making it difficult. "Minho," he muttered, trying to keep his composure.

Minho leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You look like you're having fun," he teased, his fingers lightly brushing Jisung's arm. "Too much fun, maybe?"

Jisung felt a shiver run down his spine. He wanted to walk away, but his legs wouldn't obey. Minho's presence was overwhelming, like a cat playing with a mouse. "I... I need to go," Jisung managed to say, but his voice was weak.

Minho's smirk widened as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to Jisung's neck. "Why rush off? We’re just getting started." His voice was low and dangerous, sending a wave of fear through Jisung.

He tried to mention Hyunjin, hoping it might dissuade Minho. "Hyunjin... he wouldn’t like this."

Minho's smirk widened, and he stepped closer, silencing Jisung with a finger to his lips. "Hyunjin is nothing compared to you, Jisung." 

Jisung tried to pull away, but Minho's grip tightened. "Chan doesn’t deserve you, you know," Minho whispered. "You could do so much better."

Jisung's heart pounded in his chest, panic rising. "Stop... please," he whispered, but his voice was barely audible over the thumping music.

Minho's fingers traced along Jisung's jawline as he continued to tear Chan down. "He's not good enough for you. You need someone who can really take care of you."

He couldn't do anything as Minho's words cut deeper. "You know, Chan is weak," Minho continued, his words like poison. "He can't protect you like I can. He can't make you feel the way I can. Why settle for less when you can have me?"

Jisung’s eyes filled with tears, his voice lost somewhere between the panic and the alcohol muddling his senses. Minho’s hand cupped his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"I'll make sure you forget all about Chan," Minho promised, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "He'll be nothing but a distant memory."

Minho leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to Jisung’s. "You’re not even putting up a fight," he murmured, almost as if it were a challenge.

Jisung’s mind screamed for him to move, to push Minho away, but his limbs felt heavy and uncooperative. He was trapped in the moment, unable to escape Minho’s grasp.

"Minho!" A sharp voice cut through the noise of the club, causing Minho to freeze just before their lips met.

"Looks like your babysitter found you," he said, his tone mocking. Jisung in a daze turned his head and saw Chan standing just a short distance away, eyes blazing with anger.

"Get away from him," he growled.

Minho’s smirk faltered for a split second before he straightened up, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, Chan. We were just talking."

Chan was shaking with rage. He stepped forward and pulled Jisung back, his grip firm and protective, then stepped in front of him, shielding him from Minho. "Talking? Looked like something else to me."

Jisung, still in a daze and feeling extremely nauseous, tried to speak. "Chan, I—"

But Chan cut him off, his voice snapping angrily. "Not now, Jisung!"

Minho smirked flirtatiously at Jisung, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "What’s the matter, Chan? Afraid Jisung will realize he has better options?"

Chan snapped, his anger palpable. "Back off, Minho."

"Clearly, Jisung isn’t as committed as you thought," Minho taunted, his eyes shining, clearly enjoying the chaos he’d created.

Chan's anger flared, powerful and undeniable. "Don't you dare talk about our relationship," he bit out, his voice trembling with rage.

Minho kept his gaze fixed onto Jisung, who was barely able to keep himself upright. "He doesn’t seem to mind the attention," Minho said mockingly.

Chan's eyes blazed with fury. "If you ever come near him again, you’ll regret it," he threatened, his voice cold and deadly serious.

Minho raised an eyebrow, still smirking but he leaned in close to Chan, his eyes narrowing. "You think you can threaten me? I took Hyunjin, and Jisung will be just as easy."

Chan’s eyes burned with unmistakable rage, but he knew better than to escalate things further in Jisung's condition. He tightened his grip on Jisung, who was leaning heavily against him, and began to lead him away. "We’re done here," he said coldly.

Chan’s grip tightened around Jisung as he led him away, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and fear. As they moved towards the exit, Minho called out, his voice carrying through the club. "See you around, Jisung."

As Chan led him out of the club, Jisung felt awful. Chan's grip was near painful, his silence more telling than any words. Every time Jisung tried to speak, Chan would shut him down, his anger palpable. Jisung wasn’t used to Chan being this cold with him, it made the situation all the more frightening and it made the dizzying effects of the alcohol even worse.

The cool night air hit Jisung’s flushed face, and he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Chan hailed a taxi, helping Jisung into the back seat and giving the driver their address.

When they finally arrived home, Chan immediately laid into Jisung, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and betrayal. "What the hell were you thinking, Jisung? Do you know what it looked like back there?”

Jisung, still under the influence and struggling to articulate what had happened, stammered, "Chan, I... I wasn't... I didn't mean to..."

"Didn't mean to what?" Chan snapped, pacing the room. "Didn't mean to get caught? Didn't mean to make me look like a fool?"

"Chan, I... I wasn't-"

"Don't even start," Chan snapped, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and fear. "Minho was all over you!" 

Tears welled up in Jisung's eyes as he felt the weight of Chan's words. He could barely form a coherent sentence, his mind foggy from the alcohol. "I wasn't... I didn't mean to..."

Chan's anger was laced with fear, his voice trembling slightly. "Do you know what my biggest fear is, Jisung? Losing you. And tonight, it felt like I was watching that happen right in front of me. And you just let him touch you…."

Jisung's heart broke hearing the fear in Chan's voice. He knew he had to reassure him, but his words came out jumbled and desperate. "I love you, Chan. I... I wasn't cheating. Minho, he... he just-"

"Just what, Jisung?" Chan interrupted, his voice choked with emotion.

Jisung's vision blurred with tears, his heart breaking at the pain in Chan's voice. "I wasn't... I didn't mean for it to look like that. I was just drunk and—" he reached out, trying to touch Chan.

"Drunk?" Chan cut him off, his tone bitter. "That's your excuse? You let him touch you.” Chan pulled away, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “Why didn’t you push him away? This is my worst nightmare, Jisung."

Jisung knew this. He could see the fear in Chan's eyes, the desperation. He reached out, trying to reassure him. "I tried," he sobbed, reaching out to Chan. "I tried, but I was so dizzy, and he wouldn't stop. Please, Chan, believe me. I love you."

"I can’t believe this. I thought you were different. I thought you loved me." Chan's anger was laced with deep-seated fear, the kind that gnawed at him. 

"I do love you!" Jisung cried, his voice breaking. He tried to reach out to Chan once more, desperate to hold him, but Chan pulled away, his eyes filled with hurt and fear.

"How can I believe that?" Chan demanded. "Jisung, when you were clinging to him like that? It looked like you were letting him—"

Jisung shook his head vehemently, tears streaming down his face. "No, Chan, please. I wasn’t. I swear. Minho... he forced himself on me. I didn’t want that. I didn’t. But… Minho... he just... he wouldn't leave me alone."

"I thought you were different, Jisung. But maybe you're no different than Hyunjin. Maybe we shouldn't get married."

Jisung broke down, his heart shattering at Chan's words. "You don’t mean that, do you? Chan, please, you don’t mean that." he could barely speak through the sobs. 

Chan was driven by fear, the need to protect his heart overwhelming. "I can't go through this again, Jisung. I can't.” His anger faltered, replaced by pain and vulnerability. "I knew this would happen eventually," he whispered. "I knew you’d get bored, realize I wasn’t enough."

"That's not true! I’m not bored, I’m not looking for anyone else. You’re everything I want, Chan. Please believe me." Chan's eyes searched Jisung's for any sign of deceit. The fear and doubt were still there, but so was the love.

 Feeling helpless, Jisung did the only thing he could think of. He kissed him, pressing his lips against Chan’s with a desperation born of love and fear. At first, Chan was hesitant, his body rigid with anger and confusion. But then, he gave in, returning the kiss harshly, his emotions spilling over. His hands tangled in Jisung’s hair, pulling him closer, almost painfully, eliciting a cry from Jisung.

Chan pushed Jisung against the wall, his kisses bruising and intense. Jisung felt the force of Chan's need to reclaim what he feared he had lost. 

Chan's touch was everywhere, igniting a fire within Jisung. His hands roamed over Jisung's body, desperate to claim every inch. Clothes were hastily removed, discarded carelessly onto the floor. The need to reaffirm their connection, to feel each other, was overwhelming.

Jisung's hands fumbled with Chan's shirt, pulling it off with trembling fingers. Chan's hands were already on Jisung's skin, exploring, gripping, leaving marks. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the rustle of fabric being tossed aside.

Chan's kisses trailed down Jisung's neck, biting and sucking, leaving a trail of possessive marks. Jisung moaned, his head falling back against the wall, his body arching into Chan's touch. 

"You're mine," Chan growled between kisses, his voice rough with emotion.

Jisung nodded fervently, tears mingling with the kisses. "Yes, Chan. I’m yours. I belong to you."

"Tell me you love me," Chan demanded, his voice low and intense.

"I love you, Chan," Jisung breathed out, his hands gripping Chan's shoulders. "I love you more than anything." He arched into Chan's touch, his breath hitching as Chan's hands explored every inch of his skin.

Chan's kisses softened slightly at Jisung's words, but the intensity remained. He needed this connection, needed to feel that Jisung was his and his alone. Jisung moaned against Chan's lips, their bodies pressed together, the heat between them growing.

Jisung whined, his need growing unbearable. "Chan, please, I need you inside me. Now."

Chan's eyes burned with the same need, his hands trembling as he positioned himself. "I need to feel you around me, Jisung."

With a desperate, rough kiss, Chan entered Jisung, both of them gasping at the overwhelming sensation. The connection was raw and intense, their bodies moving together in a frantic, almost primal rhythm. Each thrust was a reaffirmation, a desperate plea for reassurance and connection.

Jisung's moans filled the room, his nails digging into Chan's back. "Yes, Chan, please. More… I need more.”

Chan's response was a growl of affirmation, his hands gripping Jisung's hips as he pressed their bodies together harder, faster. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice rough and possessive. "No one else can have you."

Jisung's heart pounded, his body responding to Chan's intensity. He felt overwhelmed by the passion, by the raw need in Chan's touch. But amidst the roughness, there was love, a desperate need to hold onto each other and never let go.

Chan left marks all over Jisung's skin, claiming him with every touch, every bite. Jisung whined, the mix of pain and pleasure driving him wild.  "Chan, oh God, yes."

Chan's grip tightened, his hands possessive as they held onto Jisung, painfully tight. “Fuck… You’re so fucking tight Princess.”

"Chan, please," Jisung whined, his voice raw with need. 

"You belong to me." Chan demanded, his voice rough with emotion.

 Jisung nodded, his eyes locked with Chan's dark gaze. "I belong to you, Chan. Always."

As they reached their climax, their cries mingled, echoing in the room. Chan's final thrusts were deep and powerful, marking Jisung as his own. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the aftermath of their passion.

Chan's anger had finally dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness. He held Jisung close, their hearts pounding in unison. "I love you, Jisung," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I love you so much."

Jisung's eyes filled with tears of relief and love. "I love you too, Chan. Always."

"I can't lose you," Chan whispered fiercely, his forehead pressed against Jisung's. His breathing fanning Jisung’s face, "I won't let anyone take you from me."

"You won't," Jisung promised through pants, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions. "I'm yours, Chan. Now and forever."

As they held each other, the storm within them began to calm. The fear and doubt still lingered, but their love provided a strong anchor. They knew they had a long way to go, but in that moment, they found solace in each other's arms, reaffirming the bond that held them together.

Chan woke the next morning with Jisung in his arms, the events of last night flooding back into his mind. He looked down at Jisung, their bodies tangled together, and noticed that Jisung was only wearing a t-shirt that had risen during the night to just above his hips. The sight of the bruises on Jisung's hips and thighs, marks left from their passionate and rough encounter, filled Chan with a pang of guilt.

He felt remorseful for how harsh he had been with Jisung, the anger and possessiveness driving him to a point he wasn’t proud of. As he lay there, holding Jisung close, Chan had a moment to reflect on the situation with a clearer mind. He realized that Jisung had been telling the truth. The fear and distant gaze in Jisung's eyes when Chan found him with Minho played over in his mind.

Chan’s heart ached at the memory, recognizing the vulnerability and innocence in Jisung's eyes. He leaned down, gently placing a finger under Jisung's chin, and woke him with a soft kiss.

Jisung stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at Chan with a sleepy smile. "Morning," he whispered.

"Morning, princess," Chan replied, his voice filled with a tender warmth. "How are you feeling?"

Jisung stretched a little, wincing slightly at the soreness. "A bit sore, but okay."

Chan's eyes softened with guilt. "I'm sorry for last night. I shouldn't have been so rough."

Jisung reached up, cupping Chan's cheek with his hand. "You were upset. I understand. But you need to know, I would never cheat on you, Chan."

Chan nodded, his eyes glistening with sincerity. "I know. I believe you, Jisung. I'm sorry I let my fear take over."

Jisung smiled, a reassuring warmth in his eyes. "We're okay, Chan. I love you."

"I love you too," Chan whispered, leaning in to kiss Jisung gently, his lips lingering as if to make up for the harshness of the previous night. "I'll never let anything come between us again."

Jisung nodded, his arms wrapping around Chan's neck as he pulled him closer. "I know you won't. We're stronger together."

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, Jisung playfully teased Chan, his voice light and teasing. "You know, you never did give me my birthday present."

Chan smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, I remember giving you something," he replied, his tone suggestive. "But perhaps that wasn’t enough?"

Jisung blushed, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. Chan shifted himself so he was hovering over Jisung, settling between his legs. Jisung's nails dug into Chan's back, the sensation sending a thrill through the older man.

Chan leaned down, capturing Jisung's lips in a tender kiss, his movements slow and loving. He pulled back slightly, their lips barely apart, and murmured, "You're such a spoiled brat, you know that?"

Jisung giggled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Maybe, but I'm your spoiled brat."

Chan's smirk softened into a genuine smile. "Good, because I plan on spoiling my princess for the rest of the day." He began to trail kisses down Jisung's neck, making the younger man shiver.

Jisung's hands moved from Chan's back to his hair, pulling him closer. "I think I'd like that," he whispered, his voice breathless.

Chan's kisses grew more fervent, his hands roaming over Jisung's body, tracing the lines of his hips and thighs. Each touch was gentle, filled with love and care. 

Jisung melted into the tenderness, his hands roaming Chan's back, feeling the warmth of his skin. "I like being your princess," he murmured against Chan's lips.

"Good," Chan whispered back, his voice filled with devotion. "Because I promise to always treat you like one."

Their movements were gentle and unhurried, a beautiful contrast to the intensity of their earlier encounter. Chan's hands caressed Jisung's body with a delicate touch, exploring every inch as if memorizing it. Jisung responded in kind, his fingers tracing patterns on Chan's skin, his eyes filled with adoration.

He kissed down Jisung's neck, his lips leaving a trail of warmth. "I want to make this perfect for you," Chan whispered, his breath hot against Jisung's skin.

Jisung's fingers tangled in Chan's hair, pulling him closer. "It already is, Chan. Just having you here, like this... it’s perfect."

Chan’s eyes softened, filled with adoration. He continued his slow exploration, his kisses and touches conveying all the love he felt for Jisung. The tenderness between them was palpable, each movement a reminder of their deep bond.

Slowly, Chan entered Jisung, the tenderness of his movements bringing tears to Jisung's eyes. The contrast between this gentle lovemaking and the fervor of the previous night was stark, and it overwhelmed Jisung with emotion. Chan's touch was soft, his kisses gentle and loving, each one a silent reassurance of his devotion.

Jisung felt a tear escape and roll down his cheek, the sheer depth of his feelings for Chan making his heart ache. "I love you so much," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

Chan brushed the tear away with his thumb, his own eyes filled with tenderness. "I love you too, Jisung. Always."

Jisung's hands roamed Chan's back, feeling every muscle and curve, grounding himself in the sensation. "Chan," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I’m here," Chan whispered back, his lips brushing against Jisung's forehead. "I’ve got you, princess."

The slow, tender pace brought them both to a heightened state of intimacy, their connection deeper than ever. Jisung’s tears flowed freely, overwhelmed by the love and care Chan was showing him.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Chan knew that no matter what challenges they faced, their love would always see them through. And for Jisung, being with Chan, feeling his love and devotion, was the best birthday present he could ever ask for.

They stayed wrapped in each other's embrace, savoring the warmth and love that surrounded them. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in their perfect bubble of happiness. And in that moment, both knew that their love could conquer any fear, any doubt, because they had each other, and that was enough.

Chapter Text

Neverending Story

The weeks leading up to Jisung and Chan's wedding were filled with a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. Chan was getting extremely giddy, his enthusiasm contagious. Jisung found it absolutely adorable whenever they went out, and Chan would find any excuse to call Jisung his fiancé.

"Hey, fiancé, do you think we should get these flowers for the reception?" Chan asked one day, holding up a bouquet of white roses with a wide grin on his face.

Jisung laughed, the term still sending a thrill through him. "I think they’re perfect, fiancé."

Every time they visited a vendor or ran errands, Chan's excitement bubbled over. "My fiancé and I need to pick up our suits," he would say with a proud smile, emphasizing the word "fiancé" as if it were the most precious title in the world.

Jisung shook his head, smiling. "You’re going to wear that word out before the wedding."

Chan wrapped an arm around Jisung’s waist, pulling him close. "Never. I love saying it. My fiancé."

One afternoon, they went to a bakery to finalize the details of their wedding cake. As they walked in, Chan couldn’t resist. "Hello! My fiancé and I are here to taste the final cake samples."

The bakery staff smiled at their obvious affection for each other, and Jisung blushed slightly, but he couldn’t stop smiling. Chan’s happiness was infectious, and seeing him so eager and proud to call Jisung his fiancé made Jisung's heart swell with love.

Jisung watched Chan with a mix of amusement and affection. "I love how excited you are," he said softly, once they were alone.

Chan turned to Jisung, his expression serious for a moment. "I’m excited because I’m marrying you, Jisung. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me."

Jisung felt his heart swell with love. "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too, Chan."

During a quiet evening at home, Jisung was going over some last-minute details when Chan came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Jisung’s waist. "What are you working on, fiancé?" he murmured into Jisung’s ear.

Jisung leaned back into Chan's embrace, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Just finalizing the guest list. I can't believe it's almost here."

"I know," Chan replied, his voice filled with awe. "In just a few days, you'll be my husband."

Jisung turned in Chan’s arms to face him, his eyes shining with happiness. "And you’ll be mine. I can’t wait."

Chan leaned in and kissed Jisung gently. "I love you so much, Jisung. I’ve been dreaming about this day for so long."

"Me too," Jisung whispered against Chan’s lips. "I love you more than words can say."

As the wedding day drew closer, Chan's giddiness seemed to increase with each passing hour. Every little task they completed together, every moment they spent planning and preparing, only served to bring them closer and make their love stronger.

One evening, they went out for a casual dinner with their friends. As they were seated, Chan proudly introduced Jisung to the waiter. "This is my fiancé, Jisung. We’re getting married in a few days."

Jisung chuckled, his face flushed with happiness. "You really love saying that, don’t you?"

Chan grinned, his eyes twinkling. "I do. I love knowing that soon, I’ll get to call you my husband."

The table erupted in congratulatory cheers and playful teasing, but Jisung didn't mind at all. He cherished every moment, every loving word from Chan. The days leading up to their wedding were filled with joy and anticipation, and Jisung couldn’t wait to start the next chapter of their lives together as husbands.

The night before the wedding, Jisung, Felix, Jeongin, and a few other friends were out at a bar for one final hoorah. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and smiles. Jisung's phone buzzed, and he saw a cute, mushy text from Chan. 

Chan: 9:43 pm

I can't believe we're getting married tomorrow. 

I love you so much, fiancé. Sweet dreams tonight. 💕

See you at the altar Princess.

Jisung smiled, his heart fluttering with happiness. "Does anyone want more drinks?" he called out to his friends. A chorus of affirmations followed, and he made his way to the bar, still smiling at Chan’s message. As he waited for the drinks, he quickly typed out a reply to Chan. 

Jisung: 9:49 pm

I can't wait either. Love you more than anything. 💖

 See you at the altar Loe.

Just as he hit send, he felt someone wrap their arms around his waist from behind. His initial instinct was to think it was one of his friends playing around. "Hey, who's—" he began, but the voice that answered made his heart skip a beat in fear.

"Well, well, if it isn't the groom-to-be." Minho's voice drawled, his breath hot against Jisung's ear. "Having one last night of freedom, are we?"

Jisung stiffened, his happy mood evaporating instantly. "Minho, let go." he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Minho chuckled, his grip tightening slightly. "Relax, Jisung. Just wanted to wish you good luck for tomorrow. But you know," he added, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper, "if you ever get tired of Chan, you know where to find me."

Jisung's mind raced, panic setting in. "Minho, stop it. This isn't funny."

Minho's smirk could be heard in his voice. "Oh, I'm not joking."

"Minho, what are you even doing here? Stalking me?" Jisung snapped, his body tensing, afraid to move too much. 

Minho just smirked, forcefully turning Jisung around to face him. Jisung's back was now pressed against the bar, the hard edge digging into him uncomfortably.

“You wish.” He chuckled, his grip tightening slightly. "Just out for a drink. Imagine my surprise seeing you here… alone. Where’s your knight in shining armor?"

Jisung tried to pull away, but Minho held him firmly. "Let go, Minho. This isn’t the time or place."

"Why so tense, Jisung?" Minho taunted, ignoring him, his voice low and menacing. "You weren't fighting the last time we met."

Jisung's mind raced back to that night, the memory making him feel nauseous. "I was drunk." he protested, his voice trembling. "I didn't know what was happening."

Minho leaned in closer, his smirk never faltering. "Drunk or not, you didn't stop me. Maybe a part of you liked it." His grip tightened, his fingers digging into Jisung's arm. 

Jisung shook his head vehemently, trying to push Minho away. "No, that's not true. I love Chan. Please, just let me go."

Minho's eyes darkened with a dangerous glint. "You think Chan can protect you from everything? He's not here now, is he?"

Jisung's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to muster the courage to stand up to Minho. "Chan will always protect me.”

“Always so foolish Jisung.” Minho’s grip tightened further, making Jisung wince. "You think you can just walk away from this? From me? You're making a mistake, Jisung."

Jisung's anger flared, his eyes narrowing. "Chan is worth a thousand of you, Minho. Don’t insult him."

Minho leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Jisung's ear. "Hyunjin liked what I had to offer," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "And you could too. Just imagine it, Jisung. I could bend you over, fill you in all the right places, make you moan my name."

As Minho spoke, his hands traveled up Jisung's body, sending shivers of disgust through him. Jisung tried to twist away, but Minho's hold was unyielding. The crowd around them seemed oblivious, the music and laughter drowning out their confrontation.

Jisung's mind raced, desperately searching for a way out. "Get your hands off me." he hissed, his voice filled with defiance. He finally snapped. He slapped Minho across the face, the sound echoing over the noise of the bar. Minho stumbled back, his hand flying to his cheek in shock.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" Jisung shouted, his voice shaking with fury. "Chan is ten times the man you'll ever be, and he doesn't need to force himself on anyone to feel powerful. You're pathetic, Minho."

Minho’s face twisted in anger, but before he could respond, Jisung turned on his heel and rushed back to the table, his heart pounding and his emotions in turmoil. 

As he approached, Daehwi looked up, his face flushed, grinning. "Hey, where are the drinks?" he asked, oblivious to the altercation.

Jisung huffed, forcing a small smile. "It'll be a minute. The bar is busy." He hoped the excuse would suffice, but he could feel the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

Jeongin, however, wasn't convinced. He watched Jisung closely, noticing the tension in his shoulders and the slight tremor in his hands. "Hey, Jisung, can you help me with something real quick?" he asked, grabbing Jisung’s arm and guiding him away from the table.

Jisung nodded, grateful for the diversion. “Sure, let’s go.”

Once they were a few steps away, Jeongin turned to Jisung, concern etched on his face. "What happened? You look really upset." he asked softly, concern evident in his eyes.

Jisung took a deep breath, his hands still trembling. “Minho,” he said, his voice shaky. “He was... he was being inappropriate. He tried to—” He broke off, unable to finish the sentence.

As he spoke, he saw Jeongin’s expression darken with anger, a rare sight for the usually shy and good-tempered friend. "Did he hurt you?" Jeongin muttered, his fists clenching at his sides.

"No," Jisung replied, shaking his head. "But he... he crossed a line. I slapped him and told him off."

"Minho was always my least favorite instructor at the studio. I knew he was bad news, but this..." Jeongin remarked coldly.

Jisung couldn’t help but smile at Jeongin's rare display of anger and confidence. "Really? I never would have guessed. You’re usually so easygoing."

Jeongin huffed, his expression still serious, but adorably cute nonetheless. "Yeah, well, some people just get under my skin. Minho’s definitely one of them. He always gave me a bad vibe. "

Jisung was surprised but also touched by Jeongin's reaction. It made him smile, the fear and tension easing slightly. "You're so cute when you're angry, Jeongin," he said, reaching out to pinch Jeongin's cheek playfully.

Jeongin swatted his hand away, a shy smile creeping back onto his face. "Stop that." he said, blushing. "You’re embarrassing me."

As they returned to the table, Jeongin pulled out his phone and sneakily texted Chan to stop by the bar, ensuring that Jisung would have even more support soon.

Jeongin: 10:08 pm

Hey, Chan. Can you come by the bar? 

Something happened with Minho and Jisung needs you.

Jisung spent the next hour trying to regain the celebratory mood, but he couldn't shake the feeling of Minho's hands on him or the vile words he'd whispered. However, the support of his friends helped him push through, and he reminded himself that tomorrow, he’d be marrying the love of his life.

After receiving Jeongin's text, Chan wasted no time heading to the bar. He walked in, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Jisung. Relief and concern filled him as he made his way over. Jisung, caught by surprise, looked up and saw Chan approaching.

"Chan!" Jisung exclaimed, standing up. 

Chan pulled Jisung into a tight embrace and kissed him deeply, right there in the bar. Their friends cheered and hooted excitedly, clinking their glasses together and whistling in support.

"Why are you here?" Jisung asked breathlessly when they pulled apart. "It's bad luck to see each other before the wedding!"

Chan smiled, a mix of concern and relief in his eyes. "I got a text from Jeongin. He told me something happened with Minho."

Jisung's face fell slightly, the memory of the encounter returning. "Oh... yeah, but I'm okay now."

Chan cupped Jisung's face in his hands. "Let's step outside for a bit. I need to make sure you're really okay."

Jisung nodded, allowing Chan to lead him away from the noisy bar. As they stepped outside into the cool night air, Chan turned to face Jisung, his expression serious.

"What did Minho do, Jisung?" Chan asked softly, his thumbs gently stroking Jisung's cheeks. “Jeongin said Minho was here."

Jisung took a deep breath, leaning into Chan's touch. "He tried to... he tried to force himself on me. He said awful things about you, about us."

Chan's jaw tightened, anger flashing in his eyes. Jisung, fearing that Chan might blame him like the last time, felt panic rising in his chest. "I slapped him, Chan. I pushed him away as hard as I could. I swear, I didn't want any of it. I love you." 

Chan's anger melted away as he looked into Jisung's eyes, seeing the fear and sincerity there. He pulled Jisung into a gentle kiss, pouring all his love and reassurance into it. When they broke away, he rested his forehead against Jisung's, his voice soft and calming.

"I know you didn't do anything wrong." Chan murmured, his breath warm against Jisung's lips. "I'm not angry at you, Jisung. I'm angry at Minho for hurting you, for making you feel this way."

Jisung's panic began to subside, replaced by a sense of relief and safety. "I'm sorry, Chan. I thought maybe- "

"Shh," Chan whispered, cutting him off and holding Jisung close. "You did nothing wrong. You're safe now, and that's all that matters."

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the cool night air surrounding them. Chan's presence was a comforting anchor for Jisung, grounding him and easing his fears.

After Chan calmed Jisung down, he stared lovingly into his eyes, his expression softening with affection. "Why don’t you go back inside so you can finish the night with your friends." He said gently, brushing a stray hair away from Jisung's face.

Jisung smiled, feeling the warmth of Chan's love envelop him. "What about you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Chan laughed softly, the sound reassuring and tender. "Don't worry about me. I've got Changbin in the car down the street waiting." he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "We’re having our own little bachelor thing going on. We'll head out and let you enjoy the rest of your night."

Jisung chuckled, shaking his head. "Of course, Changbin is waiting. Always the best man."

Chan leaned in, kissing him softly. "The next time I see you," he whispered, his breath warm against Jisung's lips, "will be at the altar."

Jisung's heart swelled with joy and anticipation. "I can't wait." he murmured, his eyes shining with love.

Chan kissed him again, this time with a bit more intensity, before pulling back just slightly to whisper flirtatiously, "And I can't wait until our wedding night."

Jisung blushed, a giddy smile spreading across his face. "You’re impossible." he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

“You love it.” With one last kiss, Chan reluctantly stepped back. "Go have fun with your friends, Jisung. I'll see you tomorrow."

With one last tender kiss, Chan guided Jisung back inside the bar. "Enjoy the rest of your night, my love." Chan said, his hand lingering on Jisung's as he prepared to leave.

"I will." Jisung replied, smiling brightly. "See you tomorrow."

Chan winked and started to walk away, but not before giving Jisung a look that promised a lifetime of love and happiness. Jisung watched him go, feeling more excited than ever for the day ahead. He rejoined his friends, the warmth of Chan's love still wrapped around him, making the night even more special.

As Chan walked back to Changbin's car, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The light expression he had shared with Jisung faded, replaced by a cold fury that simmered just below the surface. He clenched his fists, trying to keep his anger in check. When he reached the car, he slipped into the passenger seat, his expression dark and brooding.

Changbin, sensing the shift in Chan's mood, glanced over at him. "What happened?" he asked, his voice cautious.

Chan's light expression from earlier, the one he had worn with Jisung, vanished completely. In its place was a look of cold fury. "Minho happened." he said through gritted teeth. "Take me to his place."

Changbin's eyes widened slightly, but he immediately understood. Without another word, he started the car and pulled away from the curb, heading towards Minho's apartment. He knew how protective Chan was of Jisung, and the mention of Minho was enough to set off alarms. The car ride was silent, the tension thick in the air. Chan stared out the window, his mind racing with thoughts of what Minho had done to Jisung and how he needed to put an end to it.

When they drove to Minho's building, Chan took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "You sure about this?" Changbin asked, his voice low and serious.

Chan nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I need to make sure he knows to stay away from Jisung. He crossed a line tonight."

Changbin nodded, respecting Chan's determination. "Alright. Just... don't do anything you'll regret."

Chan gave him a grim smile. "Don't worry. I just want to talk to him."

”That’s what I’m afraid off.” Changbin huffed.

As they arrived at Minho's building, Chan spotted Minho walking inside. Without a second thought, Chan got out of the car, with Changbin following closely behind. "Minho!" Chan called out, his voice sharp and commanding.

Minho turned around, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well if isn’t the groom to be himself. Where’s Jisung?"

Chan didn’t hesitate. As soon as he was close enough, he swung his fist, landing a solid punch on Minho's face. Minho staggered back, holding his nose, blood trickling between his fingers. "Why is it always punching with you guys?" he muttered, glaring at Chan.

Chan’s anger was palpable, his eyes blazing with fury. "I warned you to stay away from Jisung. You didn’t listen. He is off limits." 

Changbin quickly stepped in, grabbing Chan's arm and trying to hold him back. "Chan, that’s enough. We don't want this to escalate."

Minho glared at Chan, his hand still on his nose. "Alright, alright. I get it. Back off."

"Do you?" Chan shot back, his voice trembling with rage. "Do you really get it? Because if you ever go near Jisung again, I’ll kill you."

Minho glared at Chan, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and something that almost looked like fear. But seeing the intensity in Chan's eyes and the unwavering support from Changbin, he relented. "Fine," he spat, wiping the blood from his face. "I get it. I'll stay away."

Chan took a deep breath, his chest heaving with the effort to control his rage. "You'd better." he said through gritted teeth.

Minho nodded, his smirk gone, replaced by a look of grudging acceptance. "I got the message. Loud and clear."

Changbin tugged on Chan’s arm, trying to pull him back. "Let's go, Chan. You’ve made your point."

Chan took a deep breath, his fists still clenched. "Stay the hell away from him, Minho. This is your last warning."

Minho nodded, his expression serious. "Fuck, I said I understand."

With that, Chan allowed Changbin to pull him back, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. They watched as Minho turned and walked into his building, his shoulders tense.

As Changbin guided Chan back to the car, he tried to lighten the mood. "You know, Chan, your protective nature is kind of hot." he teased, a mischievous grin on his face.

Chan felt the tension lift slightly and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Bin."

Changbin chuckled, continuing his playful banter. "But seriously, if Jisung doesn't show up tomorrow, I might just have to take you for myself."

Chan arched an eyebrow, giving Changbin a skeptical look. "Oh, really?"

"Okay okay, sorry.” Changbin quickly backtracked, laughing. “Of course, Jisung will show up. And anyway, I have Felix. Wouldn't trade him for anything."

Chan laughed loudly, the tension of the evening finally easing. "You'd better not. Felix would kill you."

They both climbed into the car, the atmosphere much lighter now. As they drove back, the conversation remained lighthearted, filled with jokes and laughter, a stark contrast to the earlier intensity.

"Thanks, Bin," Chan said after a while, his voice sincere. "I needed that."

Changbin smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. "Anytime, Chan. That's what friends are for."

As they neared Chan's place, Changbin gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Get some rest, okay? Tomorrow's a big day."

Chan nodded, feeling a sense of calm and anticipation. "Yeah, it is. Thanks again, Bin."

"No problem. Now go and make sure you look perfect for your big day."

With a final laugh and a wave, Chan got out of the car and headed inside, his mind now focused on the joyous day ahead. Despite the night's events, he felt ready and more determined than ever to marry the love of his life.

The day dawned crisp and clear, a perfect autumn morning filled with the promise of new beginnings. The sun cast a golden glow over the landscape, highlighting the vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows of the turning leaves. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of fallen foliage and the faintest hint of woodsmoke, mingling with the aroma of fresh flowers arranged meticulously throughout the venue.

The ceremony took place in an open meadow, bordered by tall trees that had transformed into a riot of autumn colors. The aisle was a path of scattered leaves, leading up to an elegant archway adorned with rustic branches, interwoven with burgundy dahlias, creamy white roses, and sprigs of eucalyptus. The arch stood as a beautiful frame against the natural backdrop, its colors complementing the natural hues of the season.

Guests arrived, wrapped in cozy shawls and scarves, their breath visible in the cool air. They were greeted by a string quartet playing soft, romantic melodies, adding a touch of enchantment to the serene atmosphere. Rustic wooden chairs were arranged in neat rows, each draped with a soft blanket for warmth and comfort.

As the ceremony began, the sun climbed higher, casting a warm light that danced through the trees, creating a magical interplay of shadows and light. 

As Chan stood at the altar, he couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of nerves. Despite the different season and the years that had passed, memories of his almost wedding with Woojin crept back into his mind, the anxiety threatening to swallow him whole. The memory lingered like a ghost, threatening to overshadow his joy.

He looked down at his swollen and scabbed knuckles from the night before, the reminder of his encounter with Minho making him swallow hard. Doubts crept into his mind. Maybe Jisung wouldn't show up. Maybe history would repeat itself. No, he will. Right?

Seungmin, who they had chosen as the officiant, noticed Chan's nerves and with a playful roll of his eyes, he leaned in and whispered, "Get over it, Chan. He's coming."

Chan managed a small, grateful smile at Seungmin's attempt to lighten the mood. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as the music started. His heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, he braced himself for the worst, expecting someone else, expecting history to repeat itself. But then his eyes met Jisung's, and all his fears melted away.

Jisung looked breathtaking, his face radiant with a mixture of excitement and love. The sight of him walking down the aisle, their friends and family surrounding them, filled Chan with overwhelming emotion. Tears welled up in his eyes, and before he knew it, they were spilling down his cheeks. The sight of Jisung, the love of his life, walking towards him was more than enough to banish any lingering doubts.

Chan's vision blurred with tears. He cried, overwhelmed with the sheer intensity of his emotions. This was it. This was real. Jisung was here, and they were about to start their forever together.

As Jisung made his way down the aisle, his mother by his side, the world seemed to hold its breath. When they reached the altar, she gave him away with a tender kiss on his cheek and a heartfelt whisper of love and pride. Jisung took a deep breath, his heart pounding with emotion as he turned to face Chan.

"You showed up." Chan whispered, his voice choked with tears.

"Of course I did." Jisung replied, his voice steady and filled with affection. "I love you, Chan." He reached up and gently brushed away a tear from Chan's cheek. "Don’t cry." he whispered, his touch tender.

Chan laughed softly, feeling a rush of affection for the man standing before him. Out of habit, he leaned in to kiss Jisung, his eyes half-closed with emotion. But before their lips could meet, a hand suddenly pressed against Chan's forehead, stopping him mid-motion.

Seungmin had stepped in, his expression mock-serious. "Not yet, lovebirds." he teased, pushing Chan's forehead away gently. "Save it for after the vows."

The guests erupted in laughter, the light-hearted moment breaking any remaining tension. Chan chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at Seungmin. "Alright, alright, I’ll wait."

Jisung grinned, squeezing Chan's hand reassuringly. "Patience, my love."

Seungmin cleared his throat, drawing their attention. "Well, if you two are done making everyone cry, shall we get on with this wedding?"

The guests chuckled softly, the light-hearted moment breaking the tension. Chan and Jisung laughed through their tears, holding onto each other tightly. With everyone still smiling and the mood uplifted, Seungmin continued with the ceremony. "Now that we've got that out of the way, let's get back to the serious business of getting you two married."

Chan wore a classic charcoal gray suit that was impeccably tailored to fit his athletic frame. The suit had a subtle sheen, adding a touch of sophistication to his look. He paired it with a crisp white dress shirt and a deep navy tie that complemented the autumn hues surrounding them. His hair was styled neatly, with just a hint of his natural waves giving it a touch of casual elegance. Chan's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and emotion, and his warm smile radiated love and happiness. The slight bruising and scabs on his knuckles were barely noticeable, overshadowed by the joy in his expression.

Jisung wore a deep navy suit that perfectly contrasted with Chan's charcoal gray. The suit was modern and slim-fitting, accentuating his lean physique. He opted for a white dress shirt as well, with a tie in a rich burgundy color that matched the autumnal theme. Jisung's hair was styled softly, with a few loose strands framing his face, giving him an effortlessly charming appearance. His eyes shone with tears of joy and love, and his smile was bright and genuine. 

Together, they looked like they had stepped out of a romantic film, their outfits harmonizing perfectly with each other and the autumn setting. The combination of Chan's classic elegance and Jisung's modern charm made them a striking pair, capturing the hearts of everyone present. Their smiles, their subtle touches, and the way they looked at each other spoke volumes about their love and the happiness they felt on this special day.

"Welcome, everyone," Seungmin began, after taking a calming breath, his tone both heartfelt and teasing. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of two amazing people, Chan and Jisung. And let's be honest, if any of you were expecting a boring or typical ceremony, you clearly don't know these two very well."

Laughter rippled through the crowd, and even Chan and Jisung chuckled, the light-hearted start, easing their nerves.

"Chan and Jisung," Seungmin continued, "your journey together has been filled with laughter, love, and more than a few memorable moments. Chan, you are the protector, the rock, always there with a reassuring smile and a steady hand. Jisung, you bring light and joy to every room you enter, and your love for Chan shines brighter than any star."

Seungmin paused, looking at Chan with a playful glint in his eye. "Now, Chan, I know you tend to get a little protective," he said, causing Chan to blush slightly and the audience to chuckle. "But today, I want you to remember that Jisung chose you, and that choice speaks volumes about the kind of man you are."

Turning to Jisung, Seungmin's voice softened. "Jisung, your heart is as big as your smile, and you have this incredible ability to make everyone around you feel special. Chan is lucky to have you, just as you are lucky to have him."

Seungmin took a deep breath, his tone becoming more serious and sincere. "Marriage is a journey, a promise to stand by each other's side through thick and thin, to laugh together, to cry together, and to grow together. It’s about finding someone who understands and accepts you for who you are, and cherishing that bond every single day."

He paused for a moment, letting the sentiment settle. "Chan, you’ve managed to keep Jisung’s feet on the ground while letting him soar, and Jisung, you’ve brought out a side of Chan that we all adore. Who knew that our stoic friend here could be such a romantic softie?"

Seungmin’s playful tone returned as he concluded, "And with that, let’s get to the good part before Changbin starts crying again."

The crowd laughed, and Changbin playfully wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, earning more laughter from everyone. The light-hearted moment eased any remaining tension, and Seungmin continued with the ceremony, seamlessly blending humor and heartfelt sincerity.

He smiled warmly at Chan and Jisung. "So, without further ado, let's get to the part we've all been waiting for—the vows."

The moment felt surreal. They had waited for this day for so long, and now it was finally here. Seungmin smiled warmly at them, giving Chan a nod to start his vows.

Chan took a deep breath and began, his voice filled with emotion. "Jisung, from the moment I met you, my life changed in ways I could never have imagined. You are my rock, my love, and my best friend."

Behind him, Changbin whined playfully, "Hey, what about me?" The guests chuckled, and Seungmin reached out and smacked Changbin upside the head. 

"Quiet, you." he said with a grin.

Chan laughed, the interruption easing his nerves. He continued, "With you, I am whole. I promise to stand by you, support you, and love you for the rest of our days. You are my forever, and I can't wait to spend every moment with you."

Jisung's eyes glistened with tears as he began his vows, his voice sincere and steady. "Chan, you are my everything. With you, I am home. I promise to cherish you, to laugh with you, and to face every challenge together. I know you've had your doubts, but I want you to know that I am here, now and always. I love you more than words can say."

As fresh tears built up in Chan's eyes, Jisung's voice faltered, and he stumbled over his words. Overwhelmed with emotion, he looked away, whispering, "I'm sorry."

Chan reached out, gently wiping away Jisung's tears with his thumb, a loving smile on his face. "It's okay," he murmured softly. "Take your time."

Jisung took a deep breath, composing himself. "You make me a better person, Chan. I promise to always be by your side, to lift you up when you’re down, and to love you with all my heart. You are my everything, and I am so grateful to be standing here with you today."

Tears flowed freely down Chan's cheeks as he listened to Jisung's heartfelt words. He squeezed Jisung's hands, conveying all the love and gratitude he felt in that moment.

As Jisung squeezed Chan's hand, he noticed Chan's hand flinch slightly. Concern flickered across Jisung's face as he glanced down and saw the bruising and scabs on Chan's knuckles. He looked back up at Chan, his eyes filled with questions and worry.

Chan met Jisung's gaze and gave a small, reassuring smile, shaking his head slightly as if to say, "It's nothing." He ran his thumb gently over Jisung's knuckles, a silent gesture of comfort and reassurance.

Jisung's worry didn’t completely fade, but he trusted Chan. He shook his head softly, deciding to address it later, and turned his attention back to Seungmin, who was continuing the ceremony with a heartfelt smile.

Seungmin’s voice carried the emotion of the moment as he spoke, "Chan and Jisung, today you stand before your friends and family to declare your love and commitment to one another. May your lives be filled with joy, love, and countless beautiful memories."

Jisung squeezed Chan’s hand once more, this time more gently, feeling the warmth and love radiating from his partner. Despite the concerns, he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and peace, knowing they were about to start their journey together as a married couple.

Seungmin smiled warmly at Chan and Jisung, his heart full of pride and happiness for his friends. "And now, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and husband." He turned to Chan, his grin turning mischievous. "Chan, I know you've been waiting for this moment. So, without further ado, NOW you may kiss your husband."

Chan and Jisung turned to each other, their eyes locking. Time seemed to slow as they leaned in, their hearts pounding with love and excitement. As their lips met in their first kiss as a married couple, the world around them faded away. It was just the two of them, bound by their vows and the deep connection they shared.

The kiss was tender and filled with emotion, a perfect blend of passion and love. The audience erupted into cheers and applause, their joy and excitement echoing through the room. Chan's hands gently cradled Jisung's face, and Jisung's arms wrapped around Chan's neck, both of them holding on to the moment as long as they could.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, eyes still closed, savoring the closeness. They both laughed softly, tears of happiness glistening in their eyes.

Seungmin made a face of mock disgust, scrunching up his nose playfully. "Alright, alright, that's enough of that." he teased, though his eyes betrayed how truly happy he was for them.

As the newlyweds continued to embrace, Seungmin glanced out into the audience and caught Jeongin's eye. The sight of Jeongin's warm smile made Seungmin blush, a soft pink spreading across his cheeks.

Jeongin noticed and winked at Seungmin, making his blush deepen. Seungmin quickly looked away, but a small, shy smile remained on his lips.

"I love you," Jisung whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too," Chan replied, his smile radiant.

With their hands clasped tightly together, they turned to face their friends and family, who were still cheering and clapping. The joy and love in the room were overwhelming, a perfect testament to the bond that Chan and Jisung shared.

As they walked down the aisle, now as husbands, they were showered with rose petals and surrounded by well-wishes. Their journey together had just begun, and they couldn't wait to face the future, side by side, as a married couple.

Seungmin joined the rest of the guests in showering the newlyweds with congratulations and hugs. When he reached Jeongin, Jeongin teased him softly, "Nice speech, Seungmin. And nice blushing too."

As the reception progressed, the time came for Jisung and Chan to share their first dance as a married couple. The lights dimmed slightly, casting a warm, intimate glow over the dance floor. 

Seungmin stepped up to the microphone, his voice rich and emotive as he began to sing a beautiful, heartfelt ballad. The song was one that held special meaning for Chan and Jisung, its lyrics speaking of love, commitment, and the journey they had embarked on together.

Chan took Jisung's hand, leading him to the center of the dance floor. As the first notes of the song filled the air, they moved together, their steps perfectly in sync. It was as if the world around them had faded away, leaving just the two of them wrapped in their own bubble of love and happiness.

Remember the first day we met

A shy smile and the sunlight falling

I knew, just by looking into your eyes

That we're one 

That you're me

As they danced, Jisung's eyes drifted down to Chan's hand, noticing the bruising and scabs once more. He looked up at Chan with a sly smile and asked, "So you want to tell me what happened to your hand?"

Chan, looking smug, leaned in close and whispered in Jisung's ear, "I took care of a problem last night."

Whenever you smile, whenever it's hard for you

I'll always protect you (For you)

Jisung's eyes widened slightly as he figured out what Chan was referring to. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You're trouble, you know that?"

Chan smirked, his grip on Jisung's waist tightening slightly. "I had to protect what’s mine," he said, his voice low and possessive.

Jisung's heart fluttered at Chan's words, feeling both protected and cherished. 

I can go against time, so I can appear in front of you

I believe, I believe even if the world changes

Can you promise that we won't change?

Chan looked deeply into Jisung's eyes, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "Jisung, I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now. Having you in my life, sharing this moment with you, it’s more than I could have ever dreamed of."

Jisung smiled, his eyes glistening with tears. "I can't imagine my life without you."

As they swayed to the music, Chan pulled Jisung closer, his voice trembling with sincerity. "You’ve always been there for me, Jisung. You've seen me at my best and my worst, and you've loved me through it all. I promise to spend every day making you as happy as you make me."

Jisung's tears spilled over, but his smile never wavered. "I love you, Chan. More than words can say."

Chan gently wiped away Jisung's tears with his thumb, his own eyes wet with emotion. "I love you too, Jisung. More than anything."

Never say goodbye, because we are one

Because we will walk together in the same dream

As Seungmin's voice soared in the background, the words of the song weaving around them like a warm embrace, Chan and Jisung continued to dance, lost in each other. They moved effortlessly, their connection palpable to everyone watching.

The guests, though still present, seemed to blur into the background, giving the couple a sense of intimate privacy. The moment was theirs alone, a beautiful, tender interlude in the midst of their joyous celebration.

Continue smiling by my side just like this moment

Longer than tomorrow, farther than eternity

I love you

With every step, every touch, and every glance, Chan bared his heart to Jisung, letting him see the depth of his love and the strength of his commitment. It was a dance not just of bodies, but of souls, intertwining and promising to stay connected no matter what the future held.

As the song drew to a close, Chan leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Jisung's forehead. They stopped dancing, but continued to hold each other, the world coming back into focus around them. The applause from their friends and family was warm and heartfelt, a testament to the love and support that surrounded them.

Continue smiling by my side just like this moment

Longer than tomorrow, farther than eternity

My love

Seungmin finished the song, his voice trailing off with a final, tender note. He smiled at the couple, knowing that he had been a part of creating a memory they would cherish forever.

Chan and Jisung walked off the dance floor hand in hand, ready to continue celebrating their love with the people who mattered most. The first dance was just the beginning of their new life together, a beautiful start to a journey filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

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Epilogue: To Love and Happy Endings

Years had passed since Chan and Jisung had married, their lives weaving together through love, challenges, and triumphs. Life wasn't always easy, but they had each other, and that made everything worthwhile. Chan and Changbin had been picked up by a large entertainment company to produce music for major idols, while Jisung had successfully completed his degree in medicine, becoming a pediatric nurse. Their professional lives were fulfilling, but it was their family that brought them the most joy.

They now had three beautiful children who brought endless joy and laughter into their home. Their eldest daughter, Jisoo, was a lively six-year-old with her father’s bright smile and her other father’s boundless energy. The twins, Woosung and Haechan, were three-year-old bundles of mischief and giggles, constantly keeping their parents on their toes.

It was early morning on Chan's birthday, and the house was already bustling with excitement. Jisung had orchestrated a sweet surprise with the kids, and they tiptoed down the hallway towards the master bedroom. The twins, with their chubby cheeks and excited expressions, were bouncing with anticipation. Jisoo, with her big, expressive eyes, had a look of pure determination as she carefully held onto a comically large present that was almost as big as she was.

Jisung carried a small, handmade cake, lovingly decorated with colorful frosting and adorned with six little candles, symbolizing the love and effort poured into it. The scent of vanilla and chocolate wafted through the air, mixing with the morning sunshine that streamed into the cozy bedroom.

“Shh, remember, we have to sing really quietly until we get to Daddy’s bed.” Jisung whispered, a playful grin on his face.

The children nodded, trying their best to suppress their giggles. They tiptoed down the hallway, the floorboards creaking softly under their tiny feet. As they approached the bedroom, Jisung led them in singing “Happy Birthday,” their sweet voices blending harmoniously.

Chan stirred, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he woke up to the joyful sound. He opened his eyes to see Jisung and their three children standing beside the bed, their faces glowing with love and excitement.

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” Jisoo exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement.

Woosung and Haechan, unable to contain themselves any longer, clambered onto the bed, their giggles filling the room. They snuggled up to Chan, each finding a spot on either side of him. Woosung tugged at Chan’s arm, his eyes wide with delight. “Daddy, wake up! We made you a cake!”

Haechan, not wanting to be left out, added, “I helped with the sprinkles!”

Chan laughed, feeling a surge of love and happiness as he looked at his family. “Good morning, my loves. Thank you for the wonderful surprise.”

Jisung carefully placed the cake on the bedside table and leaned down to kiss Chan. “Happy birthday, love.” He said softly, his eyes shining with affection.

Jisoo, still holding the oversized present, giggled. "We have a present for you, Daddy! It’s really big!"

Chan chuckled, pulling Jisoo close for a hug. "I can see that! You did an amazing job, sweetie."

"Daddy, blow out the candles!" Woosung urged, his small hands reaching for the cake.

Haechan, equally eager, leaned in, puckering his lips to blow out the candles, but Chan gently pulled them back, laughing. "Not yet, little monkeys. It's Daddy's turn first."

Jisung handed Chan the cake, the candles flickering invitingly. Chan took a deep breath and blew out the candles, making a silent wish. The twins clapped their hands in delight, and Jisoo joined in, her laughter a sweet melody.

"Alright, let's see what this big present is." Chan said, turning his attention to the oversized package. With the kids' eager help, he carefully unwrapped it, revealing a large, colorful painting. It was a family portrait, painted by Jisoo, with the twins' handprints forming the background. The artwork was vibrant and full of love, capturing their happy family perfectly.

"It's beautiful," Chan said, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you so much, Jisoo. And thank you, Woosung and Haechan, for your wonderful decorating."

"This is the best birthday ever." Chan said, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you all so much."

Jisoo beamed with pride, and the twins giggled, pleased with their contribution. Jisung wrapped his arms around Chan, their children piling on top of them in a joyful, loving heap. "We love you, Chan. Happy birthday."

“Daddy, we love you!” Woosung and Haechan chorused, their small arms hugging him tightly.

Chan kissed each of them on the forehead, his heart full. “I love you all so much. You’ve made this the happiest birthday.”

As the laughter and excitement from the morning celebration began to settle, Jisung looked at the kids with a warm smile. "Alright, little ones, why don't you head downstairs for breakfast? I'll be down in a minute to make your favorite pancakes."

Jisoo, Woosung, and Haechan eagerly scrambled off the bed, their energy renewed at the mention of breakfast. Jisoo followed more gracefully, holding the door open for her brothers before giving her parents a final beaming smile and disappearing down the hallway. "Pancakes!" The twins cheered in unison, their voices echoing down the hallway as they ran towards the kitchen. 

Jisung watched them go, a fond smile on his face, before turning back to Chan. The room grew quieter, the gentle morning light creating a serene atmosphere. Chan reached out, taking Jisung's hand in his, their fingers intertwining naturally.

"Thank you for making this morning so special." Chan said softly, his eyes reflecting the love he felt for his husband.

Jisung leaned in, their foreheads touching gently. "There's more." he whispered, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small, neatly wrapped box. "I wanted to give you something special, just from me."

Chan's eyes widened with curiosity and anticipation. "Jisung, you didn't have to—"

"I wanted to." Jisung interrupted gently, pressing the gift into Chan's hands. "Open it."

Chan carefully unwrapped the box, his movements slow and deliberate. Inside, he found a delicate silver bracelet, engraved with the coordinates of the place where they first met. Attached to it was a small, intricately designed key, which Chan recognized immediately as a symbol of their shared memories and dreams.

"It's beautiful." Chan said, his voice filled with emotion. He ran his fingers over the engraving, the significance of the coordinates bringing back a flood of happy memories. "The place where it all began."

Jisung nodded, his eyes glistening with love. "I wanted you to have something that reminds you of how far we've come and how much I cherish every moment with you."

Chan's heart swelled with gratitude and love. He reached out, pulling Jisung into a gentle embrace. "Thank you, Jisung. This means everything to me."

Jisung smiled, nestling his head into the crook of Chan's neck. "Happy birthday, Chan. I'm so grateful to be on this journey with you."

Chan pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with Jisung's. "I love you more than words can say." He whispered, leaning in for a tender kiss.

Their lips met softly, a kiss filled with all the love and promises they had shared over the years. It was a moment of pure connection, a reminder of the bond that had only grown stronger with time. They pulled away, Chan carefully put on the bracelet, feeling the cool metal against his skin. 

As Chan and Jisung shared their tender moment, they were interrupted by a sudden crash from downstairs. The sound echoed through the house, causing both of them to startle slightly. They exchanged a knowing glance, a mix of amusement and mild concern crossing their faces.

Before they could react, Jisoo's voice called up from the kitchen. "Daddy! Dad! The twins did it!"

Jisung chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I guess our peaceful moment is over." He said, his eyes twinkling with affection.

Chan sighed playfully, running a hand through his hair. "Well, let's go see what our little troublemakers are up to."

They made their way downstairs, hand in hand. As they entered the kitchen, they were greeted by a scene of mild chaos. A chair was tipped over, and a small pile of flour had spilled onto the floor, creating a white, powdery mess.

Jisoo stood by the counter, her hands on her hips and a look of exasperation on her face. "Woosung and Haechan were trying to help, but they made a mess instead."

Woosung and Haechan, their faces dusted with flour, stood next to the overturned chair, looking up at their parents with wide, innocent eyes. "We just wanted to get the pancakes ready for Daddy!" Woosung explained, his voice small and earnest.

Haechan nodded vigorously, his curly hair bouncing. "Yeah! We wanted to surprise you!"

Chan couldn't help but laugh, the sight of his flour-covered sons melting away any frustration. He knelt down, pulling the twins into a gentle hug. "It's okay, little monkeys. I appreciate the thought. But maybe we should leave the cooking to Dad and Daddy, huh?"

Jisung smiled, stepping over to Jisoo and ruffling her hair affectionately. "Thanks for looking out for your brothers, Jisoo."

Jisoo grinned, her earlier annoyance replaced by pride. "Can I help make breakfast instead?"

"Of course." Jisung replied, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. "Why don't you help me mix the batter while Daddy and the twins clean up this little mess?"

With a chorus of giggles and playful chatter, the family set to work. Chan, wearing his new bracelet, guided Woosung and Haechan in picking up the flour and righting the chair. The twins eagerly helped, their small hands working diligently to make things right.

Jisoo, standing on a stool beside Jisung, carefully measured ingredients and stirred the batter, her concentration adorable and earnest. Jisung watched her with a proud smile, his heart full as he glanced over at Chan, who was now playfully dusting flour off Woosung's nose.

Despite the brief interruption, the kitchen soon filled with the comforting sounds of a family working together. The pancakes sizzled on the griddle, their sweet aroma mingling with the laughter and love that filled the room.

As they sat down to breakfast, the table was a delightful mix of colorful plates, sticky syrup, and happy chatter. Chan looked around at his family, feeling incredibly blessed. His heart swelled with gratitude for Jisung and their three beautiful children.

The kids chattered happily, Jisoo recounting a funny story from school while Woosung and Haechan competed to see who could eat their pancakes the fastest. The sound of their laughter and the clinking of cutlery created a symphony of domestic bliss that wrapped around Chan and Jisung like a warm embrace.

Despite the occasional chaos and unexpected moments, their life together was perfect in its own, beautifully imperfect way. As the morning continued with pancakes and laughter, Chan couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought him to this point. Surrounded by his loving husband and their three beautiful children, he felt a profound sense of gratitude and fulfillment. Through all the pain and insecurity, the doubts and fears, he had made it here—to a place of unconditional love and genuine happiness.

He watched Jisoo giggle as she tried to stack her pancakes as high as she could, and the twins, Woosung and Haechan, eagerly discussed which toppings to add next. Jisung, with his ever-present smile, moved effortlessly around the kitchen, making sure everyone had what they needed.

Chan took a deep breath, the warm aroma of coffee and pancakes filling his senses. He had never thought marriage was for him, not with the scars of past relationships and the walls he had built around his heart. But maybe, just maybe, he had never had the right person by his side. Meeting Jisung had changed everything, showing him that love could be patient, kind, and healing.

Jisung looked over at Chan and caught his eye, his smile softening into something more intimate, more profound. In that gaze, Chan saw all the love and promises they had shared, the journey they had undertaken together, and the future they had yet to explore.

Jisung smiled, a smile that reached his eyes and conveyed all the love and understanding in the world. "You okay?" He asked softly.

Chan nodded, his heart full. "Yeah, just... happy." He replied, his voice thick with emotion.

Jisung reached over and squeezed Chan's hand, their fingers interlocking in a familiar, comforting way. "Me too." He whispered.

As he sat there, reflecting on his journey, Chan found himself quietly thanking Woojin and Hyunjin. It was through the pain of his past relationships that he had learned, grown, and ultimately found his way to Jisung. Without those experiences, he might not have appreciated the depth of what he had now.

Raising his coffee mug, Chan toasted to the moment, his voice filled with emotion. "To love and happy endings."

Jisung mirrored the gesture, their mugs clinking softly. "To love and happy endings.” He echoed, his eyes shining with tears of joy.

As they sipped their coffee, Chan felt a deep sense of peace settle over him. This was his happy ending—one filled with love, laughter, and the beautiful chaos of family life.

Chan smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. "To love and happy endings." He thought, raising his coffee mug in a silent toast to the past and the future.

Jisung caught his eye and smiled back, as if sensing Chan's thoughts. "What are you thinking about?" He asked softly.

Chan reached out and squeezed Jisung's hand. "Just how lucky I am. How grateful I am for you, for our family."

Jisung's smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss Chan gently. "I feel the same way, Chan."

Chan took a deep breath and looked at his children, their joyful faces a testament to the beautiful life he and Jisung had built together. Despite the ups and downs, despite the moments of doubt and fear, they had made it. They were living their happy ending.

Chan whispered a final thank you to the universe, to Woojin, and to Hyunjin, knowing that every step of his journey had led him to this perfect moment. And with his family by his side, he was ready for whatever came next.

Here's to love, to family, and to the beautiful, unexpected journey that brought them together.

Chan’s gaze softened as he watched Jisung, a feeling of contentment washing over him. "Hey, Jisung," he called softly, catching his husband's eye.

Jisung looked up, his expression curious and loving. "Yes, Chan?"

Chan took a deep breath, a playful yet sincere smile spreading across his face. "How would you feel about another kid?"

Jisung’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opening and closing as he processed Chan’s question. "Another... you want another kid?"

Chan nodded, his smile growing. "Yeah, I do. I love our family, and I think we have room for more love and laughter. What do you think?

Jisung blinked, processing Chan's words. Then a slow, delighted smile spread across his face. "Are you serious, Chan?"

"Absolutely!" Chan replied, squeezing Jisung’s hand. "What do you think?"

Jisung looked around at their children, then back at Chan. His eyes filled with love and excitement. "I think it sounds wonderful."

The kids, picking up on the excitement in their parents' voices, looked up with curious expressions. "What’s happening?" Jisoo asked, her eyes wide.

Chan grinned at her. "We were just talking about the possibility of having another sibling for you guys."

Jisoo’s eyes lit up, and the twins clapped their hands in delight. "Yay! Another baby!" Woosung and Haechan cheered, bouncing in their seats.

Jisung laughed, the sound filled with pure happiness. "Looks like it's unanimous." He said, leaning in to kiss Chan.

After breakfast, they spent the day playing games, telling stories, and simply enjoying each other's company. As the evening approached, they gathered on the couch, snuggled under a cozy blanket, watching a favorite family movie. Jisoo rested her head on Jisung's shoulder, while the twins curled up on either side of Chan, their eyes heavy with sleep.

Chan looked over at Jisung, their eyes meeting in a shared moment of contentment and love. "I love you." Chan whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too." Jisung replied, leaning in for a tender kiss.

As the movie played on, the room filled with the soft sounds of their children's breathing, Chan and Jisung held each other close, knowing that this was the life they had always dreamed of. They had found their happy ending, not in grand gestures or perfect moments, but in the everyday joy of being together, creating a family, and sharing their love.

And so, as the stars began to twinkle outside, the family drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of their love and the promise of many more beautiful days to come.

To love and happy endings, indeed. Chan knew he had finally found his.