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Felix was completely done with his boyfriends.
Because he just learned that:
Seungmin thought they were never dating.
Hyunjin’s kisses were all jokes.
And that Jisung was depressed.
(Technically, Jisung was always depressed, but there was still some moments he was happier than others.)
Oh, and there was also four hot men who were now following them everywhere, but that was more of a bonus than a real problem if he was honest.
Felix had managed to drag Hyunjin on the dance floor, and was dancing like he didn’t just made a thirty minutes performance just before.
Almost grinding on his boyfriend, he was having the time of his life. His negative thoughts? Gone. Jisung’s mistake? Not here anymore. Seungmin obliviousness? It was not his problem anymore. He danced like it was the last thing he would do of his life and was happy of it.
Hyunjin was laughing in his ear, and Felix was practically trying to drown in the delicious sound, the alcohol Yeji made him drink against the track before a climbed on the stage flooding in his blood and making him slightly light-headed.
“Felix!” Hyunjin’s voice finally registered, screaming in his ear over the loud music. “I’m gonna get a drink, I need to be wasted!”
Felix responded with laugh, but he was not quite ready to go back to the real life yet. He simply pushed Hyunjin toward his other idiots and continued to dance, befriending another dancer that performed just before him.
“Your performance was fire!” She screamed.
Felix gave her a dazzling smile.
“Yours too!” He responded, even if he only caught the end of her’s. “You’re Lalisa, right!?”
She nodded happily, and pointed vaguely in the bar direction.
“My girlfriend is friend with your men, no!?”
Felix raised his eyebrows.
“You’re girlfriend is Rosé!?”
She nodded.
“Yep! And you, Seungmin!?”
Felix sighed, and shook his head in fake desolation, making his new friend burst of laughing.
“Rosé told me he was dense!” They were now in a calmer place of the club, the music and the people less frantic and loud. They were some couch in velvet red gathered around end tables, and they both sat down in one of the couch.
“He’s worse than dense!” Felix whined. “He’s a fucking idiot with insecurities! He doesn’t even know we’re dating!”
Lalisa’s jaw dropped and she burst out of laughing, holding on to him to not fall.
“Oh my god!” She hiccuped. “Oh my fucking god!”
“And the others are worse!” Felix continued, way too happy to have someone to complain to. “I proposed to offer something meaningful for Seungmin’s birthday, and they stole money from a gang to buy him an album!”
Lalisa was now laughing so hard Felix briefly feared that she died. He didn’t really wanted to deal with another angry australian. Though Chan didn’t seemed really angry, more amused by Seungmin’s desperation.
(He guessed the man was australian at his accent, since Felix had the same.)
He turned to Lalisa who was calming down a little, and sighed, falling back into the cushions with a defeated shook of his head.
“Oh my god.” Lalisa repeated. “I need to hear you out with a beer, I’ll be back quick, you want something?”
She was already standing, and Felix shrugged even if he was not sure she could see him with the light dimmed.
“Whatever not too hard is fine.” He replied, letting his head tip back, trying to ease the tension in his spin.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in the smoke and the acre scent of lust and sweat.
He was thinking that it was not that much a good idea to be alone in a club like that, even if there was security guards for the dancers, when he felt a body pressing against his, and a hand touched his tight.
Felix’s eyes flew open, and his whole body went rigid with unease.
A guy was sitting next to him, the first few button of his ugly shirt open, showing a tattoo of a snake on his shoulder, and his ridiculous leather pants were tightened in a manspread that made Felix want to laugh in disbelief.
“Yes?” He asked politely, not even smiling anymore, and he quickly glanced around to try to locate a security guard who could help him, or even Lalisa who seemed to have disappeared in the ocean of people.
“You’re with someone? They should be ashamed of having left such a cutie like you alone.”
Felix felt The Ick making a shiver climbing up his spin, and he had to pinch his other tight to repress a gag.
“I’m with someone, my boyfriend is at the bar.” He replied. Technically, he was not lying.
“Really? Where?” The guy pretended searching around, his hand climbing slightly up Felix’s tight.
Felix will seriously puke if it continued like that.
“At the bar.” Felix repeated.
“Then you wouldn’t mind me keeping you company whilst he comes back?”
Felix greeted his teeth, but before he could punch the guy or anything, Lalisa was back in the area, talking with a pretty girl with black hair and harsh features.
He almost let his relieved sigh out, but simply got up, slapping discreetly the guy’s hand off his tight.
“I see him, sorry I gotta go.” He tried to not sound happy but was probably failing miserably.
“Well I can’t.” The guy suddenly took his wrist, preventing Felix from running away. He greeted his teeth again.
This guy was starting to piss him off.
“You think I care about what you can do or not?” Felix retorted, pulling on his wrist to try to break free. “Leave me alone.”
The guy opened his mouth angrily, but didn’t had the chance to say anything because a fist suddenly appeared in front of Felix and punched him on the nose.
“Leave him the fuck alone!” An angry drunken voice roared.
Felix turned around to fall nose to nose with Jeongin.
“Jeongi–?”
“Who the hell do you think you are!?” The annoying guy yelled, lunching at Jeongin and holding him by the collar.
Jeongin didn’t even budged.
“Stray Kids.” He said simply. “I’m from Stray Kids and if you don’t want to get your teeth pulled out and fed you better get out of my fucking sight.”
Felix saw the guy’s eyes widening, and he let Jeongin go, staggering away from him.
He didn’t said anything else, just ran away from the drunk mafia, while Jeongin staggered lightly while turning around to Felix, a glass in his hand.
“Jeongin?” Felix asked carefully. “You good?”
Jeongin approached him, and almost tripped on his own feet, and would probably had fallen if Felix hadn’t hold him.
“Woah.” He said. “How many shots did you have?”
Jeongin tried to shrug, resting his head on Felix’s shoulder, probably to make the world spin less.
“Okay.” Felix sighed. “I’m taking you back to the others.”
“Felix!”
The boy turned to Lalisa who had apparently realized what was happening.
“Are you okay!? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even thought about that!”
She seemed really distressed, so Felix gave her a reassuring smile, still holding Jeongin who was swaying dangerously on his feet.
“Don’t worry.” He replied, putting one of Jeongin’s arm around his own shoulders. “He’s with me. But it seems like he drank too much.”
She made a relieved expression, and gave him his smile back.
“Okay, I’ll wait here for you. I’ll keep your drink.”
Oh right. The drink.
Felix pried the cup from her hand and shugged down the alcohol in one go, under Lalisa and her friend’s stunned eyes.
“Let’s go, Innie!” He giggled.
He dragged the ginger through the ocean of people, staggering lightly on his feet and not helped with the weight of Jeongin’s body.
He finally found the bar counter back, and Seungmin was immediately on him.
“Felix? Are you okay?” He started by being worried but immediately changed when he saw Jeongin. “Hey, you, what the hell do you think you’re doing!? Let him go!”
Seungmin approached him, but Felix was quicker.
He let go of Jeongin, assuring that he won’t fell, and leaned on the counter, taking Seungmin’s face in his hands.
Then he kissed him.
It was not the first time, it even already happened they fuck after a little too boozy night. And they kissed – on the mouth or not – all the time.
And yet it still felt different.
Why? Felix had no idea, but he could feel the way Seungmin’s lower lip was chapped from all the munching he did on it because of the stress. He could taste the coffee he had earlier, and the artificial cherry of the candy he took after since he didn’t like the taste of coffee.
Felix swiped his tongue on his lips one last time, and eventually detached from him.
He didn’t took time to take a look at his boyfriend’s face, he snatched a bottle of a random alcohol, and turned around one again, dragging Jeongin back to the dance floor, where Lalisa and her friend were probably waiting.
For now, he didn’t cared about anything else than forget this fucking day.