Binnie wasn't feeling good. The members, especially those who were close friends with him, knew that when he was in a bad mood, it was really hard to get him out of it.
As soon as Chan opened the door, the little smile he'd been holding earlier dropped.
The room was dark except for the creepy blue glow of Changbin's phone lighting his face from below like a horror movie. He was curled into a hoodie burrito, only his eyes and nose poking out, ears of the hood flopped sadly like a kicked puppy.
"Oh Binnie…." he thought, heart cracking right down the middle.
He gently shut the door with a silent 'thud' and locked it, so this quiet moment wouldn't be disturbed. Then he slowly climbed on the bed and started stroking Binnie's hair, gently.
He didn't need to ask any questions or say anything at that moment because it was crystal clear. Changbin wasn't fine.
Once he felt a hand on his head, Binnie didn't look up to check who it was. He already knew. The muscular hand, gentle hair strokes, and 'that familiar wolf-like breathing sound' pointed to one person and one person only: Bang Chan.
He moved closer and lay on his lap. Chan pulled him closer to himself into a tight hug, arms wrapped all the way around the burrito, still gently stroking his hair. Changbin's whole body slowly melted against him, like he'd been holding himself together with tape and Chan just ripped it all off.
And for that moment they just stayed there.
In silence…(the kind of intimate silence that speaks louder than words.)
Chan kept stroking and counting his heartbeats, waiting for the perfect time to speak.
But then Binnie suddenly asked, voice tiny and cracked, "Hyung?…."