YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL ── hyunlix

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Hyunjin chewed on his bottom lip with a low sigh as he glared down at his cup of iced americano, crossing one hand beneath his chin to scratch the side of his face.

In front of him, sitting jittery with a small cup of warm coffee in his small hands, Felix glanced around anxiously. He could see the way his eyes lit with worry every single time the bell of the cafe rang, and how his muscles tensed and the table jolted when someone came too close to their table.

Felix wanted a specific coffee from a specific cafe, but Hyunjin didn't know where it was that he got his coffee, and he couldn't get him to say it. Which, ultimately, led to Felix raiding his closet (he was currently wearing his sweatshirt, one he forgot he had) and then slapping a facemask on and dragging him out the door.

He didn't expect the entire time they were out there to be spent so tense, but he also understood why.

He rolled his lips between his teeth, and pressed a sigh through his lips. One of the baristas came over- his name was Chan, Hyunjin noted -and asked if there was anything they needed. Felix shook his head in a quick panic, and Hyunjin apologized and turned him away with a curt nod.

It was soon learned that they weren't allowed to leave with the glasses, and the cafe didn't have any disposable cups, much to Felix's disliking.

Even after a month of telling Hyunjin the situation, there was still no comfort he gained from having Hyunjin there despite being assured time and time again that there was nothing to worry about. But Hyunjin, again, could understand why. Besides, he didn't have his stun gun- he didn't even have his real gun, having left it in his office desk as he always did.

At some point, Hyunjin stood up and spun his own chair to Felix's side of the table, plopping down beside him and dropping his hand on his knee. He didn't know when- or why, even -he did that, but feeling Felix relax beneath him was enough to get himself to relax afterwards.

"I'm really sorry," Felix said. His voice was raised in pitch, more than likely to hide his real voice, "I didn't think we'd have to sit here."

Rather than responding, Hyunjin squeezed his knee and took a drink of his coffee, his eyes trained on the door and the bell above it. Felix remained silent afterwards, sipping at his own coffee to more than likely try and simmer down the obvious anxiety rolling inside him.

Hyunjin's eyes never left the door of the cafe, barely following anyone who entered. His eyes rolled over each of them, trying to see if they were any form of threat. Most of them weren't. And if they were, it was because they were stocky and carried themselves like they ran the world.

As soon as Hyunjin finished his coffee, and glanced at Felix, he offered him a small smile and pulled his mask down beneath his chin.

With a gentle swipe of his thumb over Felix's top lip, he scrunched up his nose slightly and pressed his thumb to his thigh. "You had a bit of a mustache going on."

Felix's face flushed red, and Hyunjin stood up. He gently grabbed Felix's glass and quickly walked it back towards the counter, nodding his head at Chan. He then turned around, motioning for Felix to come closer to him as he held out an extended hand for him to take.

His small hand soon warmed his hand, and Hyunjin just nodded as he contently walked beside him from the building. Their hands swayed between them gently, but neither of them paid any attention to it.

Hyunjin's eyes were lifted and alert, and he noticed that Felix's were, too. His hand had fallen into his pocket, fiddling with the small switchblade (okay, small souvenir pocket knife) he put in there earlier.