Insinct

Chats POV

I head to black out after ending the call with y/n. Noah better not be trying anything.

I arrive in ten minutes looking through every window trying to see where they were. I decided just to unlock the door in the front and look for them from the inside. But when I reach the door movement catches my attention from one of the windows. I look in to see Noah touchings y/ns lips.

What the hell?!

Without thinking I break through the window, tackling Noah to the floor away from y/n. I grab him by the collar bringing his face to mine. "What the hell do your think you're doing?!" Me and y/n say in sync. Before I can even glance at

y/n he kicks me off of Noah. "You alright man?" Y/n asks Noah giving him a hand to pick him up. Noah simply nods and looks at y/ns lips. "Are they better?" He asks. "Yeah thanks!" He gives Noah a pat but glares at me. "What the hell Chat? What were you thinking?" He scolded. "You could have hurt someone or even worse, yourself." He says. My ears go down. "Sorry y/n. I didn't mean to, I wasn't thinking."

I slowly look up to y/n but before they reach his eyes I see the cut on his lip. An unintentional growl comes from my throat and I glare at Noah. "What happened to his lip." I basically spat at him. Noah simply shrugs. "I don't know he had a cut from earlier when a guy punched him but I don't know what reopened the wound." He says honestly. "What guy?" I growl. "It doesn't matter I already dealt with him, right now I just dropped my phone and it hit my lip. Noah was helping me put ointment on it before you broke through the window." He says looking at me disapprovingly. I nod shamefully. "Sorry Noah..." I say. "No problem, you were just being a good friend. Well I'll head out first see you at school y/n!" He says heading to the window I broke and jumped out.

Y/n was smiling and I felt so annoyed. "See you at school y/n! Nyan nya nya! How annoying." I mocked him heading to the window too. All my words earned was a slap to the back of my head. "Don't be rude." Was all y/n said getting cash from his bag and putting it on the front desk. "What's That for?" I ask, curious. "For the broken window." He replies simply. "How much?" I ask guilt running through my body. "Enough, now lets go home." He says.

I felt bad, like really bad. So I have him a hug. I felt his face heat up. "I'm really sorry y/n. I just reacted." I say, tightening the hug. "I-I-Its f-fine! Let's g-go home!" He stuttered, and I smiled at his cuteness.

Adorable.