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The first time Felix meets Hyunjin is by the underpass that leads to what he later recognises as Ttalbae Street. He doesn’t remember how he got there, but he recalls the fight with his parents and the sting in his eyes and the ache in his feet as he pounded them down the street away from his home. He remembers unfamiliar sidewalks past his blurred vision. He remembers his way through town from muscle memory alone. And, he remembers Hyunjin.
Hyunjin, with his piercing gaze and his blonde hair that went past his chin and his black van that he leans on. Felix hadn’t seen him at first, but Hyunjin’d clearly seen him. He watches Felix when he drops from the main bridge and stumbles into the underpass, clumsy and unsure, but he doesn’t say a word. Above them, cars from the city come and go through their small, little town. It’s overwhelmingly loud and impossibly quiet at the same time. It’s safe.
“Hi,” Felix pants, out of breath. “Can I, um… can I stay here for a bit?”
He cringes at the way his voice comes out. Overly formal, as Jisung would say. Almost posh. It’s as stilted as Felix is nervous, and he can’t help the Australian accent that leaks into his voice nor the Gyeonggi dialect that screams Seoulite all over him. I grew up here, Felix feels obligated to say, but Hyunjin didn’t ask and Felix didn’t want to answer empty questions. He wonders if Hyunjin noticed. When he looks back now, he thinks Hyunjin hadn’t cared at all.
Hyunjin (or, as Felix called him in his head at the time, the prettiest boy he’d ever seen) only shrugs. “I don’t own this road. You can sleep here for all I care.”
“That won’t be necessary, I think. I just needed to get away for a while.”
Pretty Boy nods but he doesn’t say anything else, so Felix takes the opportunity to really look at him.
He had that blonde mullet, like Felix noticed earlier, and it reminds him of his own hair. It’s too dark for him to read the graphic tee Pretty Boy had tucked into his jeans, but the light from the streetlamp illuminates every fold and stretch of fabric tugging under a belt he wouldn’t have seen if the leather didn’t glint under his very eyes. The jeans themselves looked dangerously, criminally tight from the way it clung to his calves, then hugged his thighs, then,
“Are you staring at my ass?”
Felix looks up, startled. “What?”
“You were totally checking me out,” Pretty Boy says, scoffing. He pulls the dwindling cigarette stick from his lips that Felix didn’t even spot and stomps it out. “You’re not as subtle as you think you are.”
“I wasn’t trying to be.” He pauses. “I can’t see your ass from this angle, anyway. Not that I was looking but… you know.”
Pretty Boy barks out a laugh, and it sends a shiver down Felix’s spine. As he pushes himself off the van and walks towards Felix, his black boots suddenly catch Felix’s attention. They’re definitely thicker than his own sneakers. Pretty Boy’s only a few inches away from him now, smirking after realising Felix has to look up to meet his gaze, and Felix wonders if the boots could really make that much of a difference or if he would’ve towered over him either way.
Pretty Boy looks at him, folding his arms, and his gaze is unbearably magnetising. “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I would’ve kicked you in the balls for being a creep.”
And Felix grins. “Who says I wouldn’t like that?”
“You’re gross,” Pretty Boy groans, but then he giggles as he says it. “Seriously, like, your flirting is abysmal.”
Felix lightly punches him in the shoulder. “It’s not abysmal. It worked on you.”
“Only because you’re cute. Here, let’s try again. Compliment something about me and I’ll tell you if it’s good or not.”
Pretty Boy steps a few paces away and gestures to himself. Felix hesitates, partially because he’s nervous but partially because… well, there was just too much to say. He could talk about his thick lips, or how elegant he looked under the night sky, or his calculating, fox-like eyes that held his gaze and stripped him down to his bones the moment they first met. But it wouldn’t be genuine. Felix isn’t here to seduce him. Felix just wants to get to know him. So…
“I like your hair.”
A pause, and Pretty Boy blinks. “My… hair?”
“It’s a blonde mullet, like mine,” Felix says, running a hand through his own hair. His grin grows sheepish. “You’re actually the first person I’ve seen who has one too. I don’t know, I just think that’s cool.”
Something in Pretty Boy’s eyes soften, and the teasing air between them suddenly hangs heavy with tension; the gentle kind that creeps up your shoulders and feels like anticipation. Silence stretches between them until Felix’s words echo into the empty night, barren and sincere and completely genuine. Later, on a day distant from this one but not distant enough from the rest, Hyunjin tells Felix that he’d just been caught off-guard by how cute he’d been.
Because Hyunjin was wrapped in leather but Felix fell into his life in soft cotton and denim. He was mismatched sneakers (done on purpose, Felix explained later, after he and Jisung swapped shoes right before he left college) and jeans ripped at the knee and an oversized hoodie pull over his white tee. Dishevelled hair that Hyunjin wanted to run his hands through, sleeves that accidentally gave him sweater paws. Freckles that looked like stars in the night.
Felix wanted to know him, but Hyunjin wanted to give him everything he could.
“Good answer,” Pretty Boy finally says. He holds out a hand. “You passed. Do you wanna get out of here?”
When he looks up to meet his gaze, Felix’s eyes are sparkling. “I don’t even know your name.”
“You can call me Hyunjin.”
“Is that your real name?”
Pretty Boy, Hyunjin, snorts. “It is if you want it to be. What’s yours, baby?”
“Felix,” Felix breathes, fighting down a blush. Baby. Baby. “It’s, uh, it’s my real name too.”
They later find out that Hyunjin left his key in the ignition.
Somehow, Hyunjin isn’t too phased by that, and Felix isn’t either when Hyunjin asks him to help find a large enough object to smash through the window. The van isn’t mine, Hyunjin’d said, and the guy at the auto repair shop owes me, anyway. Felix doesn’t think that’s how it works. He doesn’t question it, however, so he follows Hyunjin down the riverbank. It’s a bit of a distance, and it’s still dark out. Idly, Felix realises that he forgot to bring his phone too.
When he asks Hyunjin for the time, Hyunjin lifts his phone up high enough for his lock-screen to light up. “Just past midnight, damn. How’d your parents let you out this late?”
“I’m not a kid, first of all,” Felix sighs. “They probably thought I went out to the convenience store or something.”
They both know it’s a lie. Felix wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t running away from home, and he wouldn’t be running away from home if he weren’t running from the people who inhabited it: his parents. It’s a sensitive topic. At the time, Felix doesn’t disclose much more than that, and Hyunjin expects as much. They’re strangers, after all. They’re still new. What he doesn’t expect is for Felix to continue keeping things from him even after months of being together.
It doesn’t matter for now, not when he’s still filled with blind naivety and naïve hope.
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen. I’ll be twenty this year.”
Hyunjin whistles. “We’re the same age, except I’m already twenty.”
“…really?” As the ground dips into the river, Felix hums. “I’m glad I don’t have to call you hyung, then.”
“Hey, respect your elders! I’m still older than you.”
“By a few months. I don’t have to respect shit.”
Felix squeals when Hyunjin suddenly kicks water at him. It splashes against his jeans and sinks right through the denim, impossible to see in the night yet Felix already feels the way his jeans darken against where the water touched him. Against his better judgement, he bends down and sweeps a wave of water right at Hyunjin. Felix freezes when he realises, fuck, wait, it’s leather, but Hyunjin laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world and Felix lets himself relax.
By the time they’re trudging back up the sidewalk, firmly gripping each other while making empty threats about tossing the other back in, they’re completely drenched. Felix feels it in the way his soaked jeans way him down with every step. There’s water everywhere, down his shirt and over his pants and all the way in his shoes. He turns to Hyunjin, a half-joke and a half-whine on his lips as he complains, but it immediately dies on his lips when he sees him.
Hyunjin has his face turned up to face the moon, as if its reflection of the sun’s light was enough to imitate the sun’s heat too, but the moonlight washing over him makes him look ethereal. Drops of water sliding down his skin, wet hair plastered to his forehead, shirt clinging to his chest and leaving nothing to the imagination. When Hyunjin finally opens his eyes and turns to give Felix a playful grin, his eyes glimmer under the light. Felix finds him so beautiful.
They eventually find a rock, but they choose to take their sweet time walking back to Hyunjin’s van.
“There’s no rush,” Hyunjin reasons. “And your folks aren’t expecting you back home any time soon, right?”
Felix smiles, even when the voice in his head beg to differ. “No, they’re not.”
Like this, bathed in moonlight and useless hope, he can’t deny Hyunjin anything.
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Felix’s parents aren’t happy when he shows up the next morning in someone else’s van while a sinful driver waves goodbye at him past a smashed-in window, but Hyunjin starts carving a place into his life when he keeps coming back. And, despite what Felix’s parents think they can do, they’re not controlling this part of Felix’s life. They don’t try to stop him anymore after Felix immediately shuts down their comments the first time. And Hyunjin never knew a thing.
They sit on the fence outside Felix’s house and chat by the sidewalk because Felix’s parents wouldn’t let Hyunjin in. Hyunjin learns to park his van two streets away and walk the rest of the way, while Felix learns to close the front curtains before he leaves and drag Hyunjin to the spot in the corner of the fence where his parents can’t see them. Not that they could do anything even if they had wanted to, but Felix loves the privacy and Hyunjin loves the secrecy.
When they’re together, they talk about everything and nothing. Felix tells him that he’s taking a gap year for his mental health, and Hyunjin tells him that he’d skipped college to start working for his father’s delivery service. Felix tells him about his friends back in Seoul, and Hyunjin tells him about his younger brother back home. Felix tells him that he sometimes misses his dance major, and Hyunjin tells him that he misses when he used to dance at all.
“Why did you stop?” Felix asks, tilting his head curiously.
Hyunjin shrugs. “I don’t know. No venues, no clubs or societies to join, and… I guess it got lonely, dancing by yourself.”
“I’ll dance with you.”
“…hmm. You’re cute.”
And, later, when Felix’s parents leave for work and the house is empty, Felix drags him back in.
The first time they kiss is on his bed, after Felix shows him around his room and Hyunjin suddenly shoves against his closed bedroom door with the excuse of no time. Felix thought their first kiss would be gentler than this, but he doesn’t complain when Hyunjin’s thumb and forefinger grasp his chin in a tightening grip before tilting it up to meet his own. It hurts in a deliciously good way, and it feels better when Hyunjin caresses his face between his fingers.
His lips are soft like Felix’d imagined, but the way Hyunjin squeezes his cheeks together forces Felix’s lips to part. Hyunjin’s tongue immediately traces the seam of his mouth and flicks into the gap of space Felix left behind, coaxing his mouth to open up even more. Felix widens his lips in tandem with Hyunjin’s until their kiss grows hot and open-mouthed between them. Shaky breaths, shudders and mewls, whispered promises of heat and lust and desperation.
Hyunjin abruptly swivels Felix around and walks him backwards until Felix feels the back of his calves hit his bed. He stumbles backwards and lets himself fall, taking Hyunjin with him, and Hyunjin immediately climbs to his knees between Felix’s legs. Felix feels hands grasp the back of his thighs to tug them forward, until he’s pressed against Hyunjin’s lap and his feet are hanging over the bed. When he struggles to lean up on his elbows, Hyunjin moves closer.
There’s a loud smack between them when they break apart for air, and Hyunjin leans over, caging Felix in his arms.
“How much time do I have?” he whispers, fervent and impatient.
His breath is hot against Felix’s ear, and Felix shakes beneath him. “Until the sun rises. My parents— fuck, Hyunjin, let me speak. My parents took the night shift because… because, oh my god, hhngh, because they needed to support my—”
“Good,” Hyunjin says, letting his teeth graze the outer shell of Felix’s ear one last time. “I want to take my time with you.”
And he does, kissing and groping Felix until he falls apart under his touch. Felix doesn’t have to tell him that he’s a virgin because Hyunjin already knows, already tells from the way Felix doesn’t know where to put his hands and the way Felix suddenly moans when he pushes all the right spots. Hyunjin knows how to squeeze Felix’s waist and swipe at Felix’s nipples and rub down Felix’s inner thighs in tantalising, small touches that leave tingles over Felix’s skin.
Felix’s tight jeans and Hyunjin’s tighter leather pants are a pain to pull off, and both of them keep pausing in their ministrations to continue making out. At some point, with both their pants barely pulled off their crotches, Hyunjin works a hand through the mess and forces their crotches together. Felix throws his head back at the sensation, moans leaking from his lips, sinking in the pleasure of his dick rubbing against rough denim and the head of Hyunjin’s cock.
Eventually, they decide that it’d feel much better to have their clothes off, so Felix watches as Hyunjin reluctantly stands. His eyes rake over Hyunjin’s figure as he slowly works his pants down his legs. Hyunjin smirks at the attention, moaning softly when the leather drags over his dick and later over the curve of his ass. It takes a moment for Felix to realise that Hyunjin isn’t wearing underwear, and the knowledge has his own cock jolting in his tight, tight jeans.
“Like what you see?” Hyunjin hums, when he finally kicks his pants off. “You can’t seem to keep your eyes off of me.”
And Hyunjin’s right, because Felix can’t. “Did you know that we were going to fuck tonight?”
“Just some wishful thinking. Now, it’s time to take off your pants.”
Hyunjin’s hands are already on the front of Felix’s jeans before Felix can move, and Felix sighs at the contact. His knuckles keep nudging Felix’s cock where his hands are gripped around the hem of the jeans, and Felix can’t help the way he weakly thrusts his hips against the back of Hyunjin’s hands. When Hyunjin can’t drag Felix’s jeans down any further, he gently coaxes Felix onto his front. He quickly pulls the jeans over the swell of Felix’s ass in one fell swoop.
Felix tries to sit up on his knees, if only to help Hyunjin push his pants off, but his dick keeps rubbing against the mattress and it’s too much. The sheets feel so good against his cock and Hyunjin’s hands are so warm where they shift his legs and Felix himself is so fucking horny. He’s grinding against the mattress before he can stop himself, hips pathetically dragging his cock back and forth against the bed. It’s when Hyunjin turns him around again that he stops.
Hyunjin coos. “Oh, my poor baby. Do you want to come that badly?”
“Yes,” Felix begs, uncaring of how vigorously he nods. “Yes, please. Please, Hyunjin, please, please, please make me come.”
And Hyunjin can’t deny him either.
He pulls Felix back in until Felix is pressed against his lap again, but the difference this time is their bare, naked cocks suddenly sliding against each other’s. Their moans flow like a river between them, spilling out onto the sheets trapped between their legs, while the slick smack of their bodies accentuates each sound. Where Hyunjin has his hands on Felix’s waist, Felix’s hands stretch out to wrap themselves around both their dicks. Both of them suddenly groan.
Felix’s hands are tight, like some makeshift fleshlight, but it feels even better because Felix’s dick is dragging right against Hyunjin’s while Felix’s fingers practically jerk him off. One of Hyunjin’s hands jump to clamp on Felix’s wrists, pinning them down when they start to move, and he thrusts into Felix’s grip. Hyunjin’s thrusts only grow stronger and faster from there and Felix just lies there under him with half-lidded eyes as he takes it and takes it and takes it.
When they come, with Hyunjin moving Felix’s hands to jerk them off through the aftershocks, it’s with each other’s names on their lips.
They don’t have sex the first night, because Hyunjin has it in his head that Felix’s first time should be special, but the way Hyunjin grinds their crotches together until they come makes him feel equally as filthy. They wash up in the shower together, where Hyunjin reaches for his dick and they give each other sloppy hand-jobs under the water, and Felix later gives him his own pyjamas. Maybe it’s the two orgasms, but Hyunjin is tired enough to join him in bed.
They don’t sleep, because Felix is paranoid that they’ll get caught, so they stay up and talk until they can’t think of anything else to say. Hyunjin tucks his head under Felix's chin and plays with his fingers, mumbling funny stories that make Felix giggle. They’re all simple stories, all inspired by faraway memories from his childhood and his teenage years and the adult life that he lives in now. His voice is gravelly from sleep and Felix is obsessed with it all.
When the sky starts to brighten and Felix can’t see the stars anymore, Hyunjin moves to sit up.
“Guess I have to go,” he sighs. He reaches over to give Felix one last lingering kiss. “I’ll see you later, sugar.”
Felix grins against his lips. “Sugar?”
“That’s what you taste like. So sweet, I’d think it’s sickening if it wasn’t so good.”
He goes in for another kiss and Felix lets him, trying to figure out what he means. He wouldn’t describe Hyunjin as sweet. Perhaps… light and freeing, like he could do whatever he wanted and he didn’t have to care about the consequences. Felix’s head goes giddy at the thought. It’s probably dangerous, how quickly he’d fallen for Hyunjin and how reckless they’d been, but Hyunjin feels like a daydream that he doesn’t want to wake up from. And Felix won’t.
“I wish I could say the same, but you taste gross.”
“You like it,” Hyunjin says. Felix hums, because he can’t disagree.
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When Hyunjin first brings him to Ttalbae Street, his hair is cut short and dyed black. Felix immediately runs his hands through them and whines about the betrayal to their matching blonde mullets, so Hyunjin swoops down to kiss his pout away. He can’t deny that Hyunjin looks hot like this, but his fingers graze bare skin and air instead of long tendrils of locks, and it makes him stupidly emotional. If Hyunjin ever asks, Felix’d tell him that he hated change.
“It’s not fair,” he says now. “We were supposed to match.”
Hyunjin laughs, grabbing his hand and tugging him down the street. “I mean, we still can. There’s a hairdressing salon here.”
“What makes you think I want to cut my hair?”
“I thought you wanted to match. Besides, you’re looking kinda… overdue for a haircut, anyway.”
Hyunjin wrinkles his nose at the way Felix’s hair drape over his shoulders, and Felix shoves him until they accidentally stumble into a brick wall. “You said my hair was cute!”
“No, I think you’re cute,” Hyunjin says, and it sends Felix into a blushing mess. “Come on, I promise you’ll look great with anything.”
And Felix doesn’t believe him, but Hyunjin keeps dragging him down the street and Felix thinks he’d follow him anywhere. He distantly remembers this street, separated from their town by the bridge that ran above its entrance and the dark underpass most people tended to avoid, but it’s cuter than he expected. Maybe it’s because the last time that he came here was when he was running away from home the street was deserted in the middle of the night.
They pass seedy bars and clubs closed until night-time, but they also pass bakeries and fabric shops and stores with art supplies on display now that it’s daytime. Hyunjin points out all of them and tells stories about his favourite ones. The bakery sells the best cheesecake. The fabric store always has something new and unique coming in every week. The art store is the one he frequents the most, he tells Felix, and he wants to show him around after his haircut.
“It’s bigger inside,” he explains, pointing to the second level that sat above the shop. “They usually hold art lessons like painting, pottery, basket weaving… anything you can think of, honestly. Last week was origami, and I managed to fold everything except the crane.”
Felix whistles. “Wow, I didn’t know you liked art so much.”
“Eh, it’s alright. Nothing much to do here, you know? You get bored really quickly.”
There’s something sad in the way he says it. Felix wants to ask, because Hyunjin’d been so kind and so thoughtful with listening to Felix’s own problems, and he wants to do the same; but he doesn’t get the chance to think about it too much before Hyunjin spots the hairdressing salon and eagerly shoves him through the door. Two women sit in the corner, a magazine spread out on a table and shared between them, before the woman on the left looks at them.
“Ah, Jinnie,” she says, getting up. “I just did your hair yesterday. What brings you back here so soon?”
Hyunjin pushes Felix forward, who immediately bows. “This one needs a cut.”
“Sure. Do you want it dyed too?”
“Ah, it’s okay,” Felix says. He rubs the back of his neck. “I’d like to keep it this colour, thank you.”
The woman shrugs and swivels the nearest chair around for Felix to sit in. He settles in the plush seat while Hyunjin continues to chat animatedly with the hairdresser, and Felix can’t help but watch him. Hyunjin’d seemed so dark and mysterious when they first met, all leather boots and dark smiles, but Felix thinks he prefers him like this: smiling and laughing and telling the hairdressers all about the Creative Writing award that his brother won a few days ago.
And, later, when Hyunjin sits beside him and knocks Felix’s shoes with his own, he looks so fond that Felix’s heart squeezes a little bit.
The haircut is a success. Felix doesn’t remember asking for an undercut, but he’s glad that the hairdresser gave him one anyway considering how much Hyunjin can’t stop staring at it. After Hyunjin pays and they’re out of the hairdressing salon, he leads him down a narrow alley and suddenly forces him against the wall, his breath ghosting past Felix’s freshly-uncovered neck.
“You look so good, sugar,” Hyunjin whispers, before he leans in to press wet kisses against his neck. “Are your parents gone yet?”
Felix bites back a moan. “I thought you wanted to show me that art shop.”
“Tomorrow. We have time, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep my hands off of you.”
They end up taking a bus, and Felix tries to look as inconspicuous as possible. He doesn’t know where to put his hands. His dick throbs where it sits in his pants, stubbornly untouched, ans his head is dizzy with it. Hyunjin is a natural, pointing out the windows and describing all the times he’d played in the fields as a child. His eyes are mirthful but his hands are purposeful, wandering around deliberately as they trace Felix’s arms and waist and that spot over his lap.
When they reach their stop, it’s a mad dash to Felix’s house, and Felix barely locks the door behind them before Hyunjin’s on his skin.
They don’t bother taking off their clothes this time. Felix yelps when Hyunjin suddenly lifts him up, and his moans are quickly swallowed by Hyunjin’s own lips. It must be from delivering all those heavy packages for years. Felix should’ve expected it, should’ve known, but he feels completely blind-sided now as Hyunjin’s arms cradle him with ease and as Hyunjin’s hands grip at the flesh of his thighs. It hurts in the best way possible and Hyunjin is so hot like this.
“Make me come like this,” Felix breathes, begs, pleads. “Make me come just like this, right there, right h— ah!”
A high-pitched whine jumps from his throat as he settles in Hyunjin’s grip, sinking lower and lower and lower until something hard suddenly stops him. Felix glances down, breathing heavily from the sensation, and he weakly gasps when he sees Hyunjin’s thigh between his legs. Hyunjin’s knee is pressed against the wall behind Felix, balancing Felix atop it like some makeshift chair, and Felix feels himself grow dizzier at the thought of how firm the thigh was.
He grinds experimentally against it, soft moans and softer whimpers slipping from his lips when every drag sends delicious shocks up his cock, and his arms hook themselves around Hyunjin’s neck. Hyunjin kisses him, but he can barely concentrate on his lips when they keep falling open to groan. Eventually, Hyunjin decides on licking his mouth open and letting the saliva drip onto their laps. It’s filthy and gross and Felix feels himself harden when it splatters.
When Hyunjin shoves himself impossibly closer to Felix, Felix gasps.
If he didn’t have the wall behind him, Felix would’ve thrown his head back again. “Oh, oh, Hyunjin…”
Like this, he can feel Hyunjin’s thigh rubbing against his hole and the front of Hyunjin’s crotch pressing firmly against Felix’s. He feels the roughness of the material everywhere: over his cock and against his hole and between his ass-cheeks. If Hyunjin’s hands weren’t busy, he thinks he’d grab his arm to rub his sleeve all over his face and nipples and stomach. Felix wants to feel the stimulation everywhere. Felix wants to drown in it until it’s rubbed him raw.
He doesn’t know how they come like this, but they somehow manage a good rhythm despite their positions. Felix can barely move against Hyunjin, trapped where his legs are suspended in the air, but he almost thinks he likes it better like this. Because, like this, Hyunjin gets to use Felix all he wants. He props Felix up like a toy and fiercely ruts against him like a pathetic masturbator ruts against his pillow. He grinds on Felix, squeezes around Felix, kisses Felix.
And, maybe he’s cheating when Felix shoves his hands between their crotches to palm and grope at their dicks through their pants amidst Hyunjin’s mindless thrusts, but he needs to find relief somehow. By the time Hyunjin comes and slumps against the wall, Felix’s quickly rubbing over the front of his own crotch until his hips inch upwards to chase the feeling and Felix gets to come alongside Hyunjin. The aftershocks of his orgasm leave his legs twitching.
They go for a second round of sex in Felix’s bed.
Hyunjin isn’t there when he wakes up hours later, hair dishevelled from the memory of Hyunjin’s hands and Hyunjin’s dick and Hyunjin’s lips biting marks across his stomach where his parents wouldn’t, couldn’t see. He sinks against his bed, more disappointed than he thought he’d be, and he presses his face against his bed before he deeply inhales. It smells like sex and sweat and nicotine, but it’s Hyunjin and he’d never smelled anything sweeter.
His phone vibrates beside him. When Felix grabs it and glances at his screen, the floating feeling in his head suddenly dissipates.
changbin
hey
can we talk
i miss you
felix
i thought you promised
that you wouldn’t contact me
changbin
i know
you’re right
just . hear me out, please
felix
we’re not together anymore, hyung
i don’t have to hear anything out
changbin
i know
believe me, i know that
just do this for me
felix
hyung
changbin
you just have to listen
you don’t even have to reply
felix
hyung, please
changbin
and when i’m done
i’ll leave you alone for real
i won’t disturb you anymore
not when you’re home
and not even when you come back to school
felix
changbin-hyung
changbin
please
this is all i ask for
felix
.
fine
but this is your last chance
changbin
thank you
that’s all i need