OFF OF THE DEEP END | CHANGLIX ✔️

11. concert day

lilac //iu

If there was one thing Changbin equally loved and detested, it would be cell phones.

And Jisung.

So when the lethal combination of the two woke him up from a pleasant sleep by managing to breed into the evil baby of endless phone calls and angry texts at the ungodly time of eight am on a Sunday morning, Changbin debated the consequences of murder. He could use whatever little money he had saved to get extensive plastic surgery to change his entire identity, and then run away to some isolated island in the middle of a foreign sea where he could form a whole new lifestyle.

What a tempting idea.

As his phone rang with the sound of Jisung's screams once more, Changbin huffed out a sigh and reluctantly accepted the call.

"Today's the day. Are you excited?" Jisung's voice chirped.

"No." A lie. Changbin wouldn't describe it as excitement, but he certainly looked forward to seeing his new friend in concert.

"This is going to be the best fucking day of my life. I'm coming over in 30, alright? I'm going to make you so hot."

"It's eight in the fucking morning. The preformance is at three. Three in the afternoon."

"Preparation."

"Oh fuck you," Changbin grumbled, "Too early for this shit."

"Stop complaining and get ready. It's time for you to unlock your full sexiness."

Sure enough, Jisung stuck to his word. It was a first, as he always managed to be late to every fucking thing he did, but apparently Felix was a higher priority to everything else.

So when Changbin opened up the door at exactly 8:30, a fully dressed Jisung beamed at him and entered uninvited. He sashayed into Changbin's apartment like he owned it, kicking off his shoes and settling onto the couch with his feet on the coffee table.

Jisung had worn the outfit he'd described the other day. The scalding pink shirt with the hem cut off to rest several inches above his belly-button had Felix's smiling face printed on it, spare sequins and rhinestones enunciating the idol's features. Wrapped around his legs was a baggy pair of ivory denim jeans, a sparkling pink belt the exact same shade as his shirt holding the pants in place, the jeans low enough to expose Jisung's small waist and the toned lines of his stomach. His face was bare, but Changbin knew it would soon be covered by an artful layer of makeup that would complete the outfit.

Meanwhile, Changbin stood awkwardly in a plain grey shirt and basketball shorts, and Jisung's disapproving glare was raking over him, gaze laced with absolute judgment.

"I need to get dressed," Changbin excused himself, Jisung raising an eyebrow in a silent declaration of, "Don't disappoint me."

Swinging open the door to his closet, absolute darkness greeted him. Even once flicking on the light switch, layers of dark fabrics greeted him. Preferring monochromatic shades of clothing, shelves of black and grey shirts, pants, and coats lined the walls.

Jisung's imminent disappointment loomed in Changbin's future.

He rifled through the stacks of clothes, searching for the perfect shirt that would expose enough for Jisung to deem him suitable for the concert but cover enough so he would stay comfortable.

Eventually, Changbin located a tanktop. The fabric was a blend of army green, grey, and soft brown that blended together to form a sort of greyish brown. He'd bought it a while back to match with a pair of converse he owned, always gullible for matching clothing. The shirt was artfully decorated with painted butterflies, a bit different from the skulls, snakes, and random edgy logos that were emblazoned on the rest of the graphic shirts he owned. The straps were thick enough to hide most of Changbin's shoulder while revealing his biceps, the neckline dipping low enough to expose his collarbones. To complete the outfit, he donned a pair of white cargo pants, one of his more forgotten items due to how easily it stained.