Streetlight [Changlix]

9

"I'm not gonna let you know
My shoulder is more drooping than that
I can't tell you everything I can't tell you
The pain that I can not shake off
Blame myself"

When Felix knocked in his door, a few days later, he whimpered and climbed out of bed, knowing he was completely fucked.

He knew he was getting better, and that's why he closed himself on his bedroom the first time he broke down in two weeks, panicking over a vlive mistake and crying his eyes out, his arms tingling and begging him to run to the bathroom, which he did, and ease the pain.

He couldn't.

Felix had taken the baldes without saying anything, and the shorter didn't have the strengths to try and get more on the small bathroom. He didn't want to get up from the floor.

He fell asleep too early, not hearing Chan's desperate begs for him to open the door, nor Felix's angry kicks to the wooden door.

It hadn't even been anything too special, he just forgot they were in Vlive and slightly leaned onto Felix, who patted his shoulder from the other side, knowing the guy was getting tired and needed a bit of attention. When he had understood, though, all he could think about was the image it gave the fans. They would think he was clingy, bothering Felix and they'd want him away from the blonde, of course. And maybe he should, who was him to think he deserved the australian's attention? Who was him to think he deserved Felix's love?

He was not good enough.

When Felix's voice was heard the next day he knew they were alone in the dorm. He didn't know how Felix managed, but there was no way he would be shouting that way when planto-me else was there.

"Seo Changbin.l if you don't open this door immediately I will break the fucking wall.", his voice was too deep for Changbin's to keep himself from shivering.

Ridiculous.

He cleaned his face as good as he could, not wanting to look like a clown in front of the younger, and cursed his throat, shouting a weak "I'm coming" as he slipped into the shirt he had left in the bed, his hair still wet from the bath he had had as soon as he woke up and before he laid on the bed again, feeling terrible.

He opened the door and the blonde came in, his hair tucked away from his face, in a ponytail.

Shit.

Changbin loved it when he did that, sometimes he's do it himself, grabbing a random elastic and playing with Felix's hair until that was the final outcome.

He looked so fucking hot.

Chnagbin gulped.

That was not the right time.

"I'm sorry."

"Bin, you can't stop letting me in. This is going backwards.", Felix's voice was a bit harsh, but Chnagbin knew he meant the best. "Plus closing yourself during a panic attack with a freaking key is dangerous as hell, Chan almost had a meltdown when you stopped answering, and I would have too if I didn't know you always fall asleep after."