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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱 37: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘴

Felix's relaxing bath was an hour long, enough for the younger to get himself mentally ready for anything that he might encounter. The bath was working wonders as his kind of fatigued legs seemed to be even better. Despite the fogged mirror, Felix could see the outline of his messy hair. After wiping it, he glanced all over his body once again: the marks were everywhere, from his neck to his shoulders and down to his stomach, some even on his thighs. He just couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that it had actually happened.

Chan was not an unattractive man by any means: his serious look was enough to send shivers down Felix's spine, his lips were full, nicely contoured, his arms muscular, bulky enough to suit Felix's taste, his hands calloused and rough yet soft. Without any specific thought in mind, Felix began tracing his finger on the hickeys, then to his hips. He could faintly feel Chan's fingers sliding over his skin, raising goosebumps. He unintentionally let out a breathy moan that was soon lost in the warm air of the bathroom.

What did Chan see in me? He asked himself, continuing to move his finger to his almost flat stomach with barely any visible muscles. I haven't worked out in ages, and I honestly look like a wooden plank. My arms lost their shape too, he told himself as he flapped his free arm. Despite Felix giving up on working out due to his job, he managed to keep his kind of healthy lifestyle: two meals a day, plus snacks a few times a week and a juice sometimes.

To him, there wasn't anything interesting about his body. He struggled to find a redeeming quality, it being mentally or physically. He was just plain and boring: something he had been told by two or more of his exes. Aware of their upset state, Felix still believed there was some kind of truth in their words as they wouldn't say it for nothing. He did take them without a grain of salt, resulting in his never-ending doubts about his body: they were hidden deep within his heart and oversized clothing.

After glancing at himself one more time, Felix closed his eyes. For a second, he imagined himself to be back in Bangchan's engulfing warm arms. He had to admit that they were comfortable, but there was a feeling that they created inside Felix's mind, a feeling he hadn't felt in long time: safety. It was something Felix had completely forgotten about until the previous night. Not to mention, Chan's personality was just increasing the feeling: his soft way of talking, his mellow brown eyes, his kind words, and thoughtful personality. Safety first, Felix, he replayed the moment in his head, still hung up on it. Why does he even care that much? I'm not even some kind of higher up or hot dude... I'm just... bland.

With those final thoughts as a conclusion, Felix left the bathroom and went to his room. The familiar white walls with a few pictures brought Felix back in time to when it was easier. The closet that never seemed to be completely full of clothes despite the blonde buying more and more was sitting in the corner, across the bed. Next to him was a door that led to his small, improvised living room and a kitchen that made Chan's look like it came from a cooking show. It wasn't exactly what younger Felix imagined he'd be living in, but older Felix liked it: it was easy for him to clean and dust it off, the silence that surrounded his apartment due to his old neighbors was a dream come true and the view of the city was certainly a bonus.

Sitting on his couch, Felix started switching through channels in hope of finding something that would actually be interesting enough, but it turned out to be a failure in less than ten minutes. Thus, he decided to watch some YouTube on the spot, curling up against the cushions.

I'm glad for this silence he thought, enjoying the small breath of air in his otherwise hectic life.

All Hyunjin could hear was Jeongin continuous typing on the keyboard. He had almost finished his chores and cleaning up, so he had just decided to make a coffee for I.N. Hyunjin was grateful for I.N's meticulousness when it came to his work. He admired him for his work ethic and all the energy he put into it. It had been known for ages that this kind of work wasn't I.N's ideal type of work, but he still couldn't understand why he kept doing it. At some point, he asked the younger. I got used to it and I kind like it... there are its downsides, but let's be honest: every job has one, Jeongin responded calmly. Listen, I got to meet you and Chan through it, so I can't really complain.