LUNCHBOX FRIENDS | changlix

.08

the elastic of the shorts snapped against his skin when felix decided to man up and do this. the this in question? defying his sedentary traditions for the sake of figuring out the culprit of making his ma— colleague distressed.

the things he'd do for love.

in theory, changbin would be the best fit (pun intended) to infiltrate the jock flock that was the school soccer team. but, once felix explained the plan, changbin promptly went into a ramble of excuses:

"oh, no. absolutely not. cardio is my mortal enemy. look at me! do i look like i use the treadmill?" he sighed, "it's so hard being buff. a curse, even."

felix loved his humbleness.

the phone was hot on his hand. the batteries were built differently in the 2000s, it seemed. the tiny, square screen showed kim taehyung's file. surprisingly, he had a pretty uneventful life the amount of information he accumulated ended in 4 digits, not 5, like changbin and felix. was that suspicious? felix didn't understand this system enough to come to solid conclusions. was it possible to hack into miss yang's virtual empire? taehyung had managed to get changbin's private photos, so felix wouldn't put it past him to—

"do you know what they call him?" a voice (alarmingly close to him) said in a conversational tone.

felix's eyes threatened to detach from his face. had he blown his cover already? he hadn't even gotten a chance to suffer the try outs!

"w-who?"

the guy, the owner of the voice, who had been hidden behind the locker door, finally bumped it shut, reclining against it.

"the coach," he chirped, "they call him 'the jerk of all trades'. it really suits him!"

he rolled up his sleeves to such an extent that his gym shirt was an inch away from becoming a tank top.

"his name is johnny," he continued, "muscles for days, minute-long patience."

felix, in a sudden burst of awareness, remembered the phone was still in his hand. in a (what he hoped was) smooth movement, he tried slipping the phone back into his pocket.

the stranger didn't seem to realize, by the way he was now tying the hems of his shirt way up past his belly button. displaying his hard, chocolate-shaped abs.

felix's eyes widened in sheer fear. being gay was a curse. oh, heavens.

he gulped, "is the coach a foreigner?"

the boy arched an eyebrow. "because his name is johnny? great job on the stereotypical assumption!"

"no! i didn't mean—"

he chuckled like felix was a puppy tripping over himself.

"just messing with ya. he is. or isn't. i don't know everything about him, am i right?" he eyed felix up and down. felix felt naked.

"but what i do know is that he, like god, has his favorites. so," he stood tall on his feet again, turning and walking away. "don't be too surprised! good luck on the try outs, though!"

felix frowned at his retreating figure, concluding that flirting should be considered a minor felony.

the phone, as if sensing felix's gay distress, vibrated for attention. he looked down at his pocket, spending a brief moment to amuse himself with the sight of the fluffy pink keychain peeking from it.

however, once he opened the phone, his grin turned into a frown.

it was miss yang, but instead of a loving "hello sweets, how are you doing in this fine day? xx" as a mother should be saying to her son's best friend, she was sending him what she calls "homework", although they were just stuff for him to read and a checklist with things to get done. wait, that was technically homework, wasn't it? it'd been so long since he'd do any. let's just say that there wasn't much pressure at home.

in her text, it read:

rearrange kty files in chronological order

order kty files by level of education

categorize kty files by negative actions to positive actions (if any)

felix felt like he'd just walked up in class in the middle of a surprise test. miss yang really brought up his school anxieties, huh? and he promptly tried to text her to say wtf?? but, with the cursed old keyboard, he only manages to get out a zutf#$+++

then miss yang called him.

he picked it up.

"what's up with the list?"

"sorry?" miss yang voice came after a pause.

"you can't be possibly thinking i'm going to do that? the number of files is astronomical!"

"i personally think it is a pretty easy job," she said, matter-of-factly.

"you can't be serious," felix whined.

"well, you can't be seriously implying that you're an unmotivated slacker?" miss yang's tone was accusatory.

felix gaped his mouth, utterly shocked. "excuse me?"

"look, trust me, it'll help you so much." tried to assure.

"ah yeah, how come? helping waste my time?" felix didn't mean to sound so harsh, but he wouldn't apologize. she was pushing the boundaries.

"to know him better." she insisted, "you can't be going blind in this with only my judgments! you have to make your own opinions without my influence and come to the conclusion that i'm right by yourself!"

"that doesn't really sound as fair as you think…"

"i know that you're still skeptical so—"

"no, im not!" he blurted out before his brain could process it.

miss yang was silent for a moment. "you're not?"

felix didn't know if he should tell her about his side-mission of helping changbin. was it relevant to the case? it was almost obvious that it was, indeed: taehyung is mr kim's son, for goodness sake! but miss yang had the whole knowledge of the world on the palm of her hand! she should've known, right? if taehyung was really relevant, miss yang would've made felix befriend him long ago.

"yeah, i just have this… feeling." felix hoped that sounded convincing.

miss yang is silent for a full ten seconds, long enough for felix plan a funeral for every braincell exploding from the tension inside his head.

"you were born for this, you truly were," she said, somewhat reverently. what the absolute frickitty fuck was going on?

"uh… yeah, tight, sure! born this way, lady gaga, yada yada," felix rambled, like an idiot. oh, heavens.

the sharp sound of the whistle coming from outside, probably from the coach, was the only thing that saved him from spiritual death.

miss yangs boomed in his ear like his shoulder demon: "what was that?"

felix had to think fast. "my... kettle! tea time, innit luv?" he quacked, before hanging up.

he allowed himself only one check of himself wearing those killing shorts in the full-body mirror before getting to work.