Marital Problems

                                    

                                          
TW: date rape drug 
But nothing detailed and nothing drastic happens!

                          
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Jisung couldn't fucking believe it.
                          

He pinched himself, slapped his cheeks, walked out the door and entered again and even had Minho do the same.
                          
There was no reasonable explanation for what he was seeing.
                          
Felix and Chan, in the same room, but nowhere near each other, with grey clouds above their heads and mirroring frowns.
                          
They weren't even paying attention to the other. (Frankly, the squirrel was convinced the two did everything in sync- eat, breathe, sleep, everything and anything a human would do, done together)
                          
Jisung gulped. This couldn't mean anything good.
                          
"H-hey, Lix," he greeted, chuckling awkwardly before nodding at Chan.
                          
Felix only grunted.
                          
But the older was nice enough to fake a smile and reply with words.
                          
Which didn't go down too well.
                          
The mafia boss aggressively turned the page of the file in hand, speaking loudly and clearly trying to pass on a very...passive aggressive message. 
                          
"We say hi to people we know, right? Right, Jisung?" The scared male nodded his head rapidly. "Not idiots who would try to fucking drug you? Right?" The blonde looked up at him, smiling through a glare.
                          
If Jisung was any other person, he'd burst into tears right then and there, frightened by Felix's sharp words laced with venom. But he's witnessed worse from the younger, so he'll cry in the safety of his bed later.
                          
It was Chan's turn to scoff at this, eyebrows furrowing deeper as his jaw clenched in apparent vexation.
                          
"Most people don't walk around everyday thinking their drink would be spiked," Chan spat in retaliation, scowling at the ground.
                          
Jisung was just here to pick Felix up for an interrogation, not for front row tickets to his friends' life problems. So, praying he won't get shot on the spot for interrupting them, he spoke.
                          
"Felix we gotta-"
                          
"See?! You are so- why are you so naive? Literally anyone could drug you if they wanted with how daft you are!"
                          
By the time he was done, Felix was leaning over his desk, breathing heavily whilst glowering at the oldest, Chan matching his gaze.
                          
Jisung had to save his otp, the couple he got together, the real life Romeo and Mercutio but without the death. It was his sole purpose in life.
                          
"One fucking time-"
                          
"Once is one too many you fucking asshole!"
                          
"You know what?" Chan chuckled hunourlessly, standing from the couch and walking past Jisung and towards the door. "I'm leaving. Good. Fucking. Night."