ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡
─◌✰್ 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾，𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂𝗇

mymymy no bc why am i literally in love with them
> the.official.hwang because dogs are the best, duh
    > catdad_lee @the.official.hwang let's not lie, shall we?
        > mymymy @catdad_lee c'mon, look at little @junjiesworld he's so cuuute!
            > matchatess @catdad_lee i saw you feeding them both treats a couple days ago, you're such a softie 🥹
                > catdad_lee @matchatess you're a liar, everyone she's a liar

minniemouse- @jiaoareyou is bigger than you lol
> huats.up he weighs over ninety pounds so he's a big boy
    > nomnominnie @huats.up you like the big boys, huh?
        > nomnominnie wait that came out wrong how do i delete this
            > minniemouse- @nomnominnie dude don't mention us guys wtf
                > dingdonghong @minniemouse- @nomnominnie oh my gosh you guys are so embarrassing...

robin_is_a_penguin no bc you're slaying so hard??

> sk8terjj yass my girl is killing the chill vibe so proud
    > the.official.hwang @sk8terjj did she borrow your black jacket?
        > sk8terjj @the.official.hwang yeah how did you know??
            > ryerye @sk8terjj he must stare at you a lot hehe
                > the.official.hwang @ryerye be quiet, do not!! 😒

changaroo97 didn't know you could be so petty, lanhua 😅
> matchatess she learned from the best, bahng (aka me)
    > dingdonghong @matchatess you really are one of the pettiest people i know, i've learned a lot 😅
        > mymymy @dingdonghong even i've learned a lot and i thought i was a little bit petty too-
            > cheesecakehannie @mymymy yeah she stole my bagel just because i drank the last of the orange juice... i didn't even know she wanted any 😔
                > matchatess @dingdonghong @mymymy @cheesecakehannie you know i can see you guys shit talking me, right? 🤨

Everything was pissing Changbin right the fuck off.

Hyunjin breathing too loudly in the bed next to him? Changbin's eyes had twitched so bad he thought he was having an allergic reaction. Mya singing to herself as she made breakfast? He was ashamed to admit he wanted to yell at her to shut up.

He'd also broken Riley's coffee cup when she tripped over his shoe. He'd even snarled at Tessa for looking at him judgily. The girls had scurried away from him, scared looks on their pretty faces. Even the braver girls began avoiding him.

Changbin didn't consider himself to be a violent or angry person. Obviously, he was known as the funny, lighthearted one. Therefore, when he was upset, his feelings were rarely treated with the same seriousness as everyone else's. People just assumed he would get over it.

But after a full twenty-four hours of wanting to punch a hole through every wall he saw, his friends were starting to worry about him.

Twenty-four hours since you'd broken up with him.

Had it really been an entire day since that dreadful moment? Changbin had replayed that argument over and over again, until he'd come down with a splitting headache, and had to lie in bed for awhile. It had all happened so fast, he could hardly process it. He didn't want to process it. He wouldn't. Because that would mean he'd accepted it was over between the two of you.

He knew you'd been going through a majorly stressful event when you'd argued. You hadn't slept at all that night, and based off the heavy bags under your eyes, you'd been beyond exhausted. And he knew you, knew you better than anyone else there. You were blaming yourself for what happened, even though it wasn't your fault. And wrongly, he'd prodded you over and over, until you snapped, and lashed out at him. He'd even used the words, "dealing with you", to your face. That was fucked up.

He wouldn't make that mistake again. No, he would go and apologize to you, and tell you what a fucking idiot he'd been. If only he could find you, then he would everything. Pretend none of it had ever happened.

But you were nowhere to be found. It looked like a few of the girls had dragged you away from the cabins to play mini golf over by the lodge. Probably to distract you from your relationship troubles. Changbin hated that he was the cause of your emotional strife, but that just hardened his resolve to find you, and fix it. He'd been an asshole yesterday, and now that he'd given you some space and time to cool off, he would win you back. Easy.

"Hey, Bin?" Changbin's jaw hardened at the sound of Jeongin's voice from behind him. It was as if all of his friends were working together to keep him away from you. Why couldn't they just leave him alone, dammit? He ground his teeth together.

"What the hell do you want, Jeongin?" he snapped, already regretting the harsh tone he was taking. These were his friends. They were trying to help. Why did he have to be such an ass?

Jeongin averted his eyes, hands shoved into his pockets. "Are you... okay, man?" he asked hesitantly, shifting from foot to foot. "You've been a mess since yesterday, and the guys and I just wanted to check in on you."

"Just fucking amazing!" Changbin laughed roughly, causing Jeongin to wince. "After I was a complete douchebag to my girlfriend, and she fucking dumped me, I feel just dandy! Should I dance around in a circle and sing a little song?"

"No, Bin I didn't mean it like that," Jeongin protested, taking a step back, as Changbin advanced on him. "I'm just worried about you. I've never seen you this upset before. Lanhua has been talking to the girls, and-"

"And what?" Changbin challenged, stepping closer, a challenging glint in his eye. But all he felt was desperation, a blinding desire to get you back. The old you, the you that loved him. "You wanna rub it in my face that she's talking to everyone here but me? That she's probably walking around, fucking hating me right now? No thanks. I'm trying to get her back. And you're doing jackshit to help."

As Changbin moved to shove Jeongin out of the way, rougher than was necessary or even allowed for close friends, Chan stepped forward, brows furrowed. He placed a protective arm in front of Jeongin, wedging himself between the two men.

"Whoa, dude, chill out," he barked, eyes flashing a silent warning as he stared Changbin down. "You're getting way out of hand, and I won't let you fuck with your friends. Just because you're hurting, doesn't mean you can hurt us, too. We love and want the best for you, and you know it. So don't start some crap about us getting in your way."

"We gave you all the time you needed to go talk to her yesterday," Minho added, walking over from the fire pit, a disapproving look lighting his eyes. "If you really wanted to get her back, you would have done it yesterday."

"I was giving her some time to cool off," Changbin seethed. Was this an intervention? Why were his friends ganging up on him like this? If anything, it made him angrier, knowing that all of them had definitely talked about his and your relationship behind your backs. That they might pity him. Just that thought made his skin crawl.

"i think you've been avoiding her, and lashing out at all of us because you're embarrassed," Minho countered, crossing his arms over his chest. "This morning, you almost threw your plate at Mya, and you yelled at Alaska. Since when have you yelled at her?? She's like your little sister."

"You've been fucked up, man." Chan frowned. "And if you're gonna take that frustration out on Lanhua now too, I won't allow it."

"I would never take out my anger on her," Changbin hissed, a lump forming in his throat. "I never wanted to hurt her!"

"Well, you did, you hurt all the girls!" Jeongin added, his courage coming back. "Mya ran to me crying, saying that you scared the shit out of her."

"Even Tessa looked uncomfortable when you chucked her plate in the fire," Minho recalled, brows furrowing.

"You broke Riley's coffee cup this morning." Chan nodded, fists clenching. "Go after me, I don't give a shit. Go after my girl, I'm gonna get pissed."

"I fucked up, okay?" Changbin roared, unable to contain himself. He was just so pissed off. Everything was falling apart. He'd hurt your feelings, alienated his friends, even scared your friends. He'd accomplished his goal indeed. He was no longer the funny friend, he was the douchebag. And that was infinitely worse. Because you didn't like douchebags, no one did. "I'm a huge fuckup, and I know it. I'm hurting all of you by being a pigheaded idiot. I'm scaring the girls, which I've never done in my life. And maybe worst of all, I hurt Hua. Seeing her like that yesterday, feeling so guilty about Miso, staying up all damn night looking for him, broke me. If I could go back in time, I would've protected her from all that hurt. If I hadn't come up with the stupid idea to bring these dogs in-"

"Bin..." Jeongin cautioned, eyes wide.

But Changbin couldn't stop. He was tired, angry, numb. "...none of this would have happened. I should have known this training camp was going to end like this-"

"Changbin, stop," Chan ordered, face red. Minho stood next to him, looking incredibly uncomfortable. 

"...a fucking failure. It's been a fucking failure. I knew she wouldn't be able to handle all this work, and look where it landed us. A whole mess, that now I have to clean up. Why did she even invite us down here to begin with, knowing it was going to end this way?" When he finally finished speaking, he was out of breath, sweat dripping down his forehead. His throat hurt from holding in tears, tears of guilt and frustration that he hadn't allowed to escape since you'd ended their relationship.

"Changbin..." Minho was the first to speak, eyes drifting to something behind him. Jeongin and Chan were looking, too, disturbed looks dulling their expressions.

Changbin turned around, sick to his stomach. From his friend's expressions, he knew what — or who, rather — was standing there. Who had heard every heartless, hurtful word coming out of his mouth. Words fueled by self-hatred, by guilt. Words he didn't mean. But you didn't know that.

You stared at him, eyes filled with unshed tears. Your slender throat bobbed up and down as you swallowed down your emotions, full lips half parted with hurt. Your friends stood behind you, frozen to the spot, unwilling to intervene.

You were going to run away, Changbin thought, heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. You were going to run away, and he was never going to see you again. He'd fucked up so badly, he could never come back from this. He'd said the most terrible thing he possibly could have said: that he thought you would fail.

But instead, you marched towards him, eyes blazing a path of fire in your wake, as both your and his friends watched, mouths agape. And Changbin wondered if this might be even worse than you running.

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As shitty as you felt, your friends had been doing their damndest to keep your mind off the events of yesterday. They'd dragged you out of bed, forced breakfast down your unwilling throat, and pushed you towards the mini golf course by the lodge.

You'd slept like absolute garbage the night before, tossing and turning, while trying not to knock JJ out of the tiny bed. You missed cuddling with Changbin all night, having amazing sex before falling asleep. You missed waking up squished against his broad chest, breathing in his addicting scent. You missed his good morning kisses, even his teasing. Especially his teasing.

But he hurt your feelings, your brain tried to remind you. He said hurtful things that he couldn't take back. But inside, you knew he hadn't meant them that way. He believed in you, more than anyone else. You knew he was just as tired as you were, from searching for Miso. For you. Even after most of your friends had headed to bed, he'd stayed with you. He was as loyal and kind as they came.

And even if you needed to have a conversation with him about how the things he said had made you feel, you wanted to talk to him. And that was what had pushed you to ditch mini golf early, and come to the campsite. You wanted to forgive him, if you hadn't made too big of an ass of yourself already. Maybe you could both have a second chance.

But those thoughts had evaporated like water on hot sand when you'd approached the campsite, and heard those words escape Changbin's mouth.

"I should have known this training camp was going to end like this. Fucking failure. It's been a fucking failure. I knew she wouldn't be able to handle all this work, and look where it landed us. A whole mess, that now I have to clean up. Why did she even invite us down here to begin with, knowing it was going to end this way?"

Your breaths came in short gasps, your chest seizing. Why was he saying these things? It was clear he didn't realize you were listening, standing right behind him.

He turned around, seeing you for the first time. His eyes, a gorgeous brown that you'd come to cherish, widened with guilt. He knew exactly what he'd said, and he knew just how wrong it was. He opened his mouth to say something, then snapped it shut.

He didn't believe in you. He never had. He'd thought that this training camp, the thing that you'd been working tirelessly hard towards for months, was always going to be a failure. A failure that he had to clean up now, like you were a liability to him. The man who had encouraged, pushed, and challenged you, didn't believe in you. Maybe he never had.

You should leave. Pretend that you hadn't heard what he said, and just leave. You had your car. You had more than enough money to go home early, and never talk to this man again.

But you couldn't. Not yet. You'd learned, and you'd changed from your time here in Seoul. And if you'd learned one thing from Changbin, it was this: don't back down. You approached Changbin, whole body shaking uncontrollably. And then, your vision went red.

You didn't stop until you were mere inches away, until you could see those dark pupils in his eyes. Then, you reached out and jabbed him in the chest with one finger, eyes blurry with the tears you'd fought so hard to hold in.

He stared at you, unable to speak. His eyes glittered with tears to match your own, but he didn't shed a single one. Bastard.

"If you never believed in me, believed in this," you motioned to the campsite around you, "then you're not the man I want to be with. I thought that I'd fucked up breaking our relationship off last night. I was coming back here to make things right, to talk this out. But now I know I was correct. If you don't believe in me, in my abilities, then you don't love me."

"Hua, I-" Changbin started, stricken gaze raking across your face as he desperately searched for something to say.

"No!" You held up a hand, eyes flashing fiercely. "You don't get to speak. You've said enough. I'm leaving, now. But before I go, don't think for a fucking moment that I'm running away. I was here to fight for you. That was something you taught me. But I can't fight for someone who doesn't believe in me. Goodbye, Changbin."

Before he could get another word in, you were in your car, driving away. Away from him. Away from everything that had once made you happy.

laska's note —
oh no... i guess their relationship really is over. even after changbin and lanhua wanted to forgive one another and make it work, changbin said some hurtful things that drove her even further away. will she go home early now? as she said, she has more than enough money to reschedule her flight and leave now. it's clear changbin didn't mean anything that he'd said, but of course she didn't know that, and it hurt her feelings anyway. will he fight for her again, or will he give up, and let his dream girl go forever? what are your thoughts??

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