LUNCHBOX FRIENDS | changlix

.16

to avoid appearing suspicious to jeonging, felix had to dig in information. look for things to deviate jeongin's attention tomorrow. when felix got home, fetched the phone and logged into the drive, stomach down and feet up like this was some sort of hobby, felix had another look at jeongin's files.

he wholly regretted it.

yji #00003: strongly believes the earth is flat. (“if it’s round, then why don’t we fall off?”)

felix read it and decided jeongin already had too many struggles in life as it was. he didn't need felix messing up with his head.

however, that reminded him that he had to study jimin’s files more thoroughly for the mission. with that, he opened “pjm” and scrolled through the data until he found something helpful.

pjm #38460: in a current relationship with myg, who is reluctantly monogamous.

at that, felix’s brows shot up and his eyes widened at the wording. sure, changbin had told him a bit about their unconventional situation, but seeing this written out was just so… official?

felix wasn't put off by it as a concept. in fact, felix liked to think of himself as this open-minded, all-knowing entity since he'd aquired the janet wilson power. but once he tried to apply it to his (imaginary) relationship with changbin, he found it was an atrocious idea! he wasn't one to share! but he guessed everyone had their own thing.

felix laughed at his situation: here he was, playing matchmaking and still couldn't even pull a move on changbin without going horribly wrong. felix glanced at the other boy, who was frowning at his phone with an intensity of a chessplayer trying to avoid a check mate. it was late, and soon changbin would announce he needed to go home. so felix decided to make a move.

felix sat beside him and changbin, on a whim, quickly hid his screen as if felix was his strict mom. maybe felix was spending too much time with miss yang.

“what are you seeing in there?” felix couldn’t help but feel like a jealous significant other. he found liked the term significant other. it felt very grown up, which matched the whole parenting-situation-ordeal they’d been doing.

changbin said it was nothing, just a funny video. nothing serious, haha! oops— and, as though felix had morphed into a carrie-like telekinetic demon, willing inanimate objects to move and swril in the air with just the power of his mind... changbin's phone slipped from his sweaty hand and fell screen-up onto felix's carpet.

changbin scrambled to fetch it, but it was too late. felix already had a hungry eye-ful at the photo displayed in changbin's screen.

the photo consisted of changbin wearing bold red lipstick. there were no other scandalous ingredients: his pose wasn't vulgar, nor were his eyelids painted in the smoky glow of a makeup guru. just unadulterated red lipstick and changbin's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

well, from changbin's reaction and how he now clutched the phone to his chest, felix could only suppose that changbin’s blackmailer was still on a rampage. felix couldn't help but feel utterly sad. the worse part was that he wasn't even close to figuring out the person tormenting changbin. taehyung, although being the son of a suspected criminal, didn't seem to be interested in distressing people. felix supposed taehyung had a lot on his plate right now, with what seemed to be a race for jungkook's heart.

so, to deflect from this distressing moment, felix averted his attention to the egg, in hopes that changbin's attention could also be snatched from the photo.

as he rocked the egg on the makeshift cradle,
felix said, "maybe with the conflict solved we can find out more about mr kim, but from what i observed about taehyung, he is not the blackmailer."

changbin hummed, a bit distracted. felix felt a tug to his heart. soon the cloud of disappointment with himself grew into shape to form into resignation. felix decided he'd grow a pair, put miss yang's investigation on the back burner and give all his brain power into bringing changbin peace.

he'd do anything in his reach to put an end to his misery. felix would scan every inch of the town in search for the makeup-police bastard. homework? undone. classes? skipped. sleepless nights, half-eaten meals, plummeting grades. felix would be the white knight of changbin's story.

even if it'd be last thing he did.

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his self-made promise of neglecting miss yang's orders was short-lived when, after felix was set free from a mind-numbing math class, taehyung called him from the end of the hallway.

"psst," taehyung called, glued to the wall as though willing himself to be camouflaged. "psssst!"

and like a summoned cat, felix sauntered towards him.

taehyung looked restless, face turning side to side as though wary of eavesdropping. when the hall was completely empty, he grabbed felix by the shoulders.

"i might've just met someone who might help the matchmaking operation — huh, i mean… the thing with my dad."

okay. that was helpful. and very convenient! ah, the relief of the incoming end! this case might just solve itself.

"and what is his name?" if felix were a real cat, his ears would've been completely perked up right now.

taehyung's smile was full of teeth when he announced, "kim seungmin."