Hello everyone!~ I apologize for the sudden stop of updates few months back, when I told you guys of my motivation to finish it up at that time.

But life comes first, and I got caught up liek usual sooo..... I'm sorry again. ^^'

I do admit that my writing isn't like before anymore.... (sad) But i've tried my best! Excuse the boring words and less bombastic words hahahahahahaa haven't been writing since.............. idk?

 

I hope there are still people reading this since.... you know... this is the second last chapter ;)

Enjoy~! Hope you guys are still with me!

 

 

 

 

 

Hanbin walks faster. Hell, he’s running and quite fast he is. As he enters the passcode hastily through the pad, he almost messed it up. He steps inside the house, not even care to see the mess of his shoe on the floor and dash towards the living room. Donghyuk is the first one he sees. The younger stands up from the sofa and approaches him halfway, face shows panic as Donghyuk asked him, “What happened?!”   He can’t answer him. His head are filled with thousands thoughts, it only with time it would burst. Hanbin’s eyes linger around towards the maknae’s room. The door is closed. He must be inside. “Is Chanwoo inside his room?”   “Yes, but he locks himself up. Yunhyeong hyung is with him but no one can enter.” Donghyuk answers. His orbs followed Hanbin ruffling his hair in frustration. The leader’s face etched with hundreds of troubles. Donghyuk becomes much agitated, thus he asks, “Hyung, what exactly happened?!” He bellowed only earning a loud clicking of tongue by the leader. Hanbin sighs, taking a deep breath of air before he continues. “Chanwoo knew it.” Donghyuk lifts his eyebrows, still not getting on what Hanbin is getting about.   “He knew about the surgery.” The younger falls into momentary silence then his eyes grow bigger. He screams out loud. “Hyung!”   “Haish, I know. Just…..shut up!” Snapped Hanbin before he proceeds towards the door. He stands in front of it. Hesitate to knock, bile rising up through his throat. The situation makes him sick. Seconds passed and the door suddenly opens. Yunhyeong’s face emerges from the room, sticking through the gap of the door. He let his eyes travel from Hanbin then Donghyuk and to June who has just entered the house seconds before. Furrowing his eyebrows, he asked, “What are you guys doing here?” Hanbin rolls his eyes at that. Yunhyeong is truly a convincing actor but Hanbin is one he ain’t no fooling yet.   “I want to see Chanwoo.” Nodding his head twice Yunhyeong says, “I was just about to call you. Come in, he wants to talk to you too.” Yunhyeong makes space for the leader to go through as he exits the room. Hanbin steps inside, the air from the air conditioner greets him and the door is closed from the outside. It’s only him and Chanwoo inside, the maknae is sitting on his bed, his eyes boring hole onto the leader. Hanbin is flustered. The strong gaze of Chanwoo demanding answers make himself feel much sick and nervous.   He steps forward but Chanwoo beats him to it. “Come here, hyung. You can sit anywhere you like.”   “Whoa, why would you treat me like this is the first time I’ve been in this room?” He attempts on a joke but the younger doesn’t seem wanting to play along. Hanbin feels his heart heavy as he sits on the chair before the computer. He turns the chair towards the maknae. Hands fidgeting with each other, anxiety taking the best of him.   He doesn’t know why but he feels as if facing a policeman who would be interrogating him on a crime he did. Well, it is a crime. He lied to the maknae. That’s considered big enough for Chanwoo who has his eyes not leaving Hanbin’s face at all. It sends chill down Hanbin’s spine. This is the first time he has ever feel intimidated by the maknae.   “Hyung, can you come over here?” Chanwoo’s soft voice urging for him to sit beside him on his bed, his right hand calmly patting the fabric besides him. Hanbin doesn’t object to that. He obliges despite the growing anxiety in his being. He takes his seat and faces the maknae sideways. Their eyes met and Hanbin can see the turmoil inside the latter’s eyes. It clenches his guts further, he feels tremendously bad for lying to him.   Before he could stop his train of thoughts, Chanwoo beats him to it as his right hand is taken into the maknae’s. Hanbin throws his gaze to his hand in Chanwoo’s grips. He watches both the maknae’s hands caressing his fingers and palm so affectionately that it could make Hanbin cry. They stay in that position for a nerve-wrecking minutes that feel like years. Then Hanbin voices out, “Chanwoo-ah, what are you doing?” His question makes the motion stops. Chanwoo let his hands linger on Hanbin’s, unmoving yet gently a touch. The maknae stays in silence again then his shoulders start to shake, his whole body followed and sobs escaped from Chanwoo’s mouth.   “W—Why didn’t you t—tell me, hyung?” Hanbin is taken aback by his tears, but he keeps his composure. Still watching the maknae’s reaction. “How can you do t—that?” He questions again then Hanbin couldn’t help it but to wrap both the maknae’s hands in his. He holds onto them firmly and Chanwoo lifts his head up at that, showing his bloodshot eyes.   He couldn’t describe how he misses watching the maknae’s face closely, even though in tears and snots Hanbin still thinks of him as beautiful. He unclasps his right hand from the maknae’s and brings it to the side of Chanwoo’s face, caressing it with much love. The soft skin of the younger arouses him. “How could I couldn’t?” Hanbin utters, his fingers delicately tracing the maknae’s skin. He stops under his chin and his eyes locked with Chanwoo’s. “It’s because I love you. That’s enough of a reason for me to do……anything.” He says and that only makes the younger pouring more tears. Hanbin watches with small smile on his face then he pulls the maknae by the hand and hugs him tightly.   Chanwoo clings onto Hanbin. Both his arms draped around Hanbin’s neck as the leader holds him along the waist. He doesn’t give a damn even if his shirt is soaked wet with the maknae’s tears. He continues on holding Chanwoo tightly, not wanting to let go.   Hanbin can’t help the budding feelings in his heart though the little vital organ that is keeping him alive all this time is hurting watching his beloved one shedding tears in sadness. He misses Chanwoo, his body warmth, his body being close to him. Basically everything about him. To be able to hug the maknae like this; once again enjoying his body curves and sharing his body heat, Hanbin could feel his happiness returns, his world is given back to him. Nothing could decipher the bliss he feels at this moment as he holds on tightly the younger’s body.   “I’m sorry.” Chanwoo mutters in sobs. “I’m sorry hyung, for everything. Everything. I—I…..” Chanwoo wants to continue but Hanbin beats him to it. He hushes him down and let his hand slowly caressing the back of Chanwoo’s head. His mouth close to the maknae’s ear as he whispers, “It’s okay. It’s nothing. You are my everything, Chanwoo. I will do anything for you.” He says and kisses the maknae’s ear, sending Chanwoo shivers down his spine. Hanbin gives on countless kisses to his earlobe then as he stops, he gently pushes Chanwoo by arm length. He closely inspects on the maknae’s face. Flushed red with bloodshot eyes, Chanwoo is crying badly turning his face puffy.   But Hanbin could care less. He feels the tears pooling its way in his eyes as he closes his gap with the maknae and kisses him on the lips. This time, Chanwoo doesn’t resist. He kisses back and the two share a passionate kiss until they run out of breath. Chanwoo’s face become much flushed as he’s panting out for an air. Hanbin couldn’t explain it but he can feel it. . He can feel something just snap inside his mind. “Chanwoo-ah.” He calls for th