Cold Hands, Warm Heart ✧ Minsung ✧

#55

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The next morning Chan woke up naked to an empty bed, Felix was not there with him, he even doubted if it was a dream but he saw evidence of the previous night's activities; a used condom on the floor and he sighed 'okay, it happened'.

He stood up and got dressed, as he headed to the bathroom to freshen up, he heard noises coming from the kitchen and he found Felix making breakfast.

"Good morning, Lix" Chan said with a smile leaning on the kitchen door observing the younger.

Felix was surprised, he looked down, embarrassed to face him after what happened the previous night. He was hoping the elder would woke up later, so then he could avoid him. "Oh, um, good morning."

"Are you okay? Aren't you sore?" Chan asked, concerned.

"What?" Felix blushed. "No, no, I- I'm fine... and, um, about yesterday, ahn, I'm sorry," he tried to explain himself.

Chan noticed his discomfort and interrupted him, taking his hands in his own. "Hey, listen to me. I know, okay? I know you don't love me, and I don't care." he said smiling and caressed his hand "I said before and it's still valid, I love you Lix. First of all, I'm your friend, and I will always be here for you. I just want to see you happy more than anything," he was now caressing Felix's cheek. "And if I can somehow help bring back my little sunshine, then let it be." He said, patting then letting go of his hand.

Felix whispered a "thank you," blushing as he looked into Chan's eyes. On the inside he was surprised at how mature Chan was being about everything.

The tension was heavy and Felix just wanted to break it, and quickly changed the subject and asked, "Are you going to the gym?"

Chan went to the fridge "Yeah, Changbin is already spamming me with messages." He rolled his eyes. "You know how he gets. See ya," he said with a smile before leaving.

"Bye," Felix said softly, smiling to himself. For a moment, he was confused by his thoughts.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to keep doing what they were doing.

-

Jisung was walking home at night after a whole day at work under a pouring rain. Suddenly a car stopped by his side and the window lowered showing Minho inside.

"Jisung, come in, I'll take you home," Minho said.

"Minho?" Jisung just stared at him in shock. As he took a step back, he stepped on a rock and fell on the ground.

Minho just left the car and ran to Jisung. He reached his hand to help him to stand up. Jisung looked at him and reached for his hand, then he felt a cold pain "ouch!" as he pushed back his hand. He looked at it and a large cut was bleeding.

Minho kneeled and grabbed the younger hand to see "Ji, you're hurt," he worriedly looked Jisung in the eyes, "please, let me take you home, we need to clean the wound."

Jisung froze for some seconds then nodded. He stood up and sat inside in the passenger's seat. Minho walked around the car and sat in the driver's seat as he desperately started to look for something inside the car, while Jisung just stared at him holding his own bleeding hand.

"Here" Minho found a towel and grabbed Jisung's hands "let me see, how is it?"

"Ouch, that hurts!" Jisung winced in pain.

"Maybe the cut is too deep, we should go to the hospital" Minho was concerned.

"No, no, it's fine, I have everything I need at home, you don't have to"