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That familiar jumpy step, fluffy hair, Hyunjin is admiring the owner from afar yet it feels like his hammering heart is about to eat him alive.
He should've felt nothing. Yet, he does.
"I.N-ah~" the object of his admiration is now clinging to the youngest, engulfing him in bone-crushing hug, and oh, how Hyunjin wishes it was him instead.
He can't help but to let his eyes wander as the smaller figure swirls, twirls around their friends, squishing their cheeks, ruffling their hair, as expected from his affectionate nature.
Yet, when it comes to him.
"Hyunjin, long time no see?" Felix smiles, too politely Hyunjin feels nausea rising through his stomach to his chest. Tying it in a very suffocating knot.
They're less than one arm length from each other, but it feels like they weren't even here. In this space. At this exact moment.
"What are you doing? The game is about to start ..." Changbin shoots a questioning look to the two lost souls in front of the apartment's door.
"I'm coming in," he hears a chuckle and is it just him who feels a blaze when Felix's clothed arm slightly brushes his own?
Get a grip of yourself, please, Hwang Hyunjin.
"Spin the bottle! Spin! Spin!"
Felix slightly shakes his head to Jisung's chaotic holler, unaware of a pair of eyes which just seems can never leave him out of their sight.
As natural as possible, Hyunjin inclines his back to the backrest of the sofa. His underground observation should remain underground.
"So what would the chosen one has to do?" Minho wiggles his brows suggestively, making both Hyunjin and Felix slightly restless.
When Changbin raises his hand after his split second of side-eyeing Hyunjin doesn't go unnoticed by the latter, the pony-tailed man really smells this game would end in a bad way.
"7 Minutes in Heaven?"
Hyunjin chokes on his soda, some liquid dripping down his chin. He whines over his now ruined beige pants, making Chan giggles at his antics.
A tiny hand covered in some tissues come into his vision and Hyunjin's heart skips a beat.
"Thanks," he mumbles and curses himself inwardly for slightly trembling when Felix's cute finger brushes his slender one. Felix doesn't reply and heads straight to his original position.
It doesn't stop Hyunjin's eyes from following his every moment like he's the most magnificent painting at the museum.
Mona Lisa.
"Sounds fun," he chimes nonchalantly while plopping down, pushing his honey fringe back.
Except this Mona Lisa is breathing, and it is now staring back at it's secret admirer, unwavering.
Hyunjin gets hit by sudden delirium.
Maybe Felix is indeed some sort of art because he doesn't exist just to look nice but he makes Hyunjin feels something.
Silence fills the air when the bottle is spinning slowly, only to stop in front of Hyunjin, and then Felix.
Changbin stiffles his laugh, Minho has this knowing look on his face. Jeongin elbows Chan at the stomach while the oldest is trying his best from breaking a smile. Seungmin suddenly sings a love song BGM they knew too well.
"Well, gentlemen, a promise is a promise, a game is a game, so...?"
Jisung's voice echoes through the living room while he's smiling too widely to Hyunjin's liking, the latter wants to punch his annoying face so bad.
The open cupboard feels like a blackhole, well, at least for Hyunjin because Felix is just standing there with undeciphered expression on his face.
They can hear faint cheers from their nosy friends outside.
Almost automatically, both trying their best to shrink down their body, getting as comfortable as they can in such tight space. But apparently Hyunjin can't go on without embarrassing himself, he hits his head at the hanger, making him yelp.
"You're still so clumsy," Hyunjin's brain must be imagining things when he notices a hint of familiar twinkle appearing on Felix's face before it disappears as brisk as it appears.
"And you're always there for me,"
Oh shit, Hyunjin hates how his own words hold deeper meaning than what he intends to.
He doesn't plan to prey but the way Felix discreetly rubs both his hands makes him blurts without thinking, "And you're still sensitive to cold."
Then, he proceeds to remove his cardigan and drapes it on the blond's shoulder.
He could sense Felix's lips moving in attempt to protest so he says as light-hearted as possible, "You know I hate too much heat," if you still remember, he continues mentally, as Felix is now looking down at his shoes.
"You used to hide your face on my chest when you're shy,"
That voice feels nostalgic, simultaneous with some moments passing by before Hyunjin's eyes like the shutter of his camera.
"I was just embarrassing myself many times in front of you."
Hyunjin peers at Felix and stops at his collar, finding no courage to enter a staring competition.
Felix in his brown cardigan, the way he always makes every of his clothes looks adorable without exactly trying anything drives Hyunjin crazy.
"So would you still do that when you're shy?"
It was that tone Felix always uses when he intends to challenge.
"I don't know,"
Hyunjin hesitates like he is about to jump from the edge of the cliff,
"Would you let me?"
and he leaps.
His brain short-circuits when Felix drops his cardigan on the base of the cupboard, for some reason moving painfully slow towards him.
Part of him wants to just fling his own body, meeting Felix's halfway and never let him go.
His breath hitches when Felix suddenly appears in front of his face, steady breathing while he feels positively strangled.
Sudden blasting music entering their eardrums but Hyunjin is the only one who flinches,
"7 minutes is up! Wha-" Jisung frowns when he realizes the odd position they're in but Felix is fast enough to rise from his position.
And just like that, he leaves Hyunjin and his favourite brown cardigan at the lonesome cupboard, terribly lost, with a lots to take in.
For the second time, he wants to punch Jisung. Or maybe himself.
It's always like this. Hyunjin chugging down his nth bottles of soju.
His slurring comes here and there, wobbly walking, cackling with his entire body like some mad man.
The kids are knocked down on the floor like some colorful doormats.
Hyunjin almost steps on Minho and he stumbles upon a big pack of opened chips, makes the snack scatters around.
Yet Felix is there, ready to clean up after his mess. His hand comes just right before Hyunjin smashes his own head against the sharp edge of the desk.
He tries his best to keep his balance, supporting Hyunjin's much bigger body against his smaller figure.
"Warm," a murmur right next to his ear, makes Felix's heart and mind equally in shambles.
"Don't you hate heat?"
Hyunjin mumbles something back but Felix couldn't catch anything besides his own rambling chest.
With all his might, the blond drags the limbless man to the sofa, only to end up having the taller's head on top of his stomach.
As much as he hates it, Felix is painfully aware how his breath stucks to his throat.
"Felix,"
A slight hum is all he could muster out.
"Can you hold me?"
Felix can't help but to think how funny is this situation.
"Are you feeling shy now?"
He shouldn't have asked.
"I just want to,"
Head still facing down, pushing his thin shirt, Hyunjin answers in a tinge of wretch and Felix losts all his determination to win the banter.
He can't tell if Hyunjin is fully awake but when he puts his hand under the latter's arm to lift him and bring him to his chest, Felix understands that the warm sensation isn't coming only from him.
Hyunjin is never fully high but his body is desperate, he longs for Felix, and he is a little past the point of caring. So he basks in Felix's scent like a pampered cat, his hands slowly making their way to Felix's back.
Felix notices everything and he could always pushes Hyunjin away, like the taller always does years ago.
But he doesn't.