十一; A Friendly Debate, More or Less

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For once in his entire life, Chris has absolutely no idea what to do. After the whole 'ball-in-the-face' accident, he thought that SM would back down and lay low while they get their reputation up again in the meantime, not that they lost any in the first place. Yuta gave a low whistle at Felix when he fell down, telling people, "That's gotta hurt."

The audacity of these people to reply with cackles made him sick in the stomach. Chris wanted to fight. He wanted to slam his fist up the guy who kicked the ball to his friend's face and just ruin him, but he knows there are some battles not worth fighting.

Still, after Felix went home with his not-boyfriend, he couldn't help but feel guilty for not doing anything to defend his friend.

"Hyung..." Jeongin lightly tapped his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Chan bit his lip in hesitation, "I'm... I'm not sure."

After he said those words, he realised that the only way to feel at ease again was to go to Felix's house and see for himself if he's alright. He packs his stuff as fast as he can, ignoring the confused stares thrown at him.

He gets into a light jog to ease his anxiety, carefully trying to come up with words for his apology. As captain, it should've been obvious his priority was to take care of his teammates, and he failed Felix. Not only that, he couldn't even stood up to the other team when Yuta was taunting Felix so much.

God he wishes he could just evaporate right now. Or maybe an eagle flying out of nowhere just snatched and carry him to the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Just let him disappear from this town for awhile.

But, he decided, he needed to toughen up, and apologize to Felix. He rang the doorbell and waited for a few seconds. He tapped his left foot lightly, impatient, giving up when there's still no answer. He stuck his hand out underneath a flower-patterned pot to find a key.

'Bingo'.

He entered the house, calling out Felix's name.

"Huh..." He hummed as the door shut quietly. Usually Felix would hear him and quickly went downstairs to greet him. He widened his eyes quickly in fear.

'Oh my God what if he fainted from all that blood loss'.

Chan looked at the flight of stairs, and without a second thought he made his way upstairs, panting with each step he took, his mind fogged by anxiety.

"FELIX WE ARE SO SOR-" The door slammed open and frantic footsteps were now heard clearly.

Felix and Changbin quickly separated from each other, Changbin's hands leaving his shoulders. The red that has been growing on his face doesn't leave, though. He saw Changbin gripping his cream-colored sweater instead, trying not to leave proof as to where his hands had been.

'Oh shit!' Chan cursed internally. He panicked and didn't even remember that Felix has his not-boyfriend taking care of him. Now would really be a great time for him to get snatched by said eagle earlier.

"Did I interrupt something?" Chris asked gently, a pathetic attempt at making the atmosphere less tense.

Felix shot an annoying glare at him. "No, no you didn't."

Oh fuck, he's going to take that personally.

"Oh, well," Chris hesitated, fiddling with his thumbs when the irritation on the other's face is clear as day, before continuing, "Are you feeling better?"

Felix gave a little nod, his cheeks still sore from the match earlier.

"Good, cause, uhm... we need you out there again, tomorrow." Chris tried to give an uplifting grin– that was actually just a sad attempt as it looks like he's cringing –as persuasion, but as Felix opened his mouth to reply he heard another voice.

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