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TW: sex toys

Connected; Bang Chan (0:26)

"Bubububububbububububbubuubbububub say aaaaah"
Jeongin tried his best to imitate the sound of an airplane by blowing raspberries. Previously, he fed Felix gummies. Now, he was trying to shove spicy ramen noodles into the other boys mouth.

"The fuck are you doing?"
Felix stared at the pink haired boy in utter disbelief. Seriously? The 'airplane method'?

"You must be starving too! Just eat it." Jeongin exclaimed.

"I'll eat it if you just stop trying to mimic an airplane. You sound like a goddamn choking goat."
Felix, despite his resistance to sharing food with Jeongin, ended up chomping down on the ramen filled chopsticks that was steaming under his nose. If his ego wasn't so gigantic, he actually would have enjoyed being fed. He was starving, and the smell of the spicy broth sent him to heaven and back, but he was too full of himself to ask Jeongin for a bite.
Soon, Jeongin was feeding Felix the last spoonful of ramen. Felix accepting it and even thanking Jeongin afterwards.

"Do you wanna take a shower, angel? If you don't you might fall sick."
Jeongin nodded as a warm feeling spread in his chest, loving this gentle and caring side of Felix. Felix got up and took the empty cup of noodles from Jeongin before extending his hand, helping the pink haired boy get up as well.
Felix led Jeongin to the bathroom before handing him a new towel, a shirt and a pair of shorts. Felix left Jeongin alone to shower while he went to the kitchen to do the dishes.

Okay you're insanely in love with him. Get a grip boy.

'I'm fucking TRYING.'

He's such a red flag.

'What? No he's not!'

Jeongin had an internal conflict with his prefrontal cortex as he was scrubbing his hair in the shower. A part of him knows that there was no way Felix would be good for him. Not. One. Bit. Mans was a chainsmoker for fucks sake. But he was just so drawn to Felix. He couldn't help the way his body and mind would react every time he saw Felix.

All of Jeongin's life, he was protected by his friends since he was the youngest of the friend group. He had never even dated anyone, and now, the one time his friends left him alone, he let a bipolar racer bring him home. The worst part is, he didn't even regret it. He wanted Felix. And he wanted Felix to want him to. 

"Motherfucker are you fapping in there? I need to shower too!"
Jeongin was only slapped out of imagination land when he heard Felix screaming like a madman outside the washroom.

There we go, bipolar tendencies again.

Jeongin quickly wrapped up his personal therapy session and washed the soap off of his body. He changed into the clothes Felix passed him as quickly as possible while trying to ignore Felix screaming at him to speed the fuck up outside the bathroom.
The moment the opened the door, Felix stormed in and pushed him out. Then huffing and slamming the door in his face.

Okay he really needs to get a diagnosis of that bipolar shit.

Jeongin shook his head at Felix. Really Jeongin? You're hot enough to have anyone, and you chose him? Jeongin hated how attracted he was to Felix. Bipolar and all. He didn't want to. But he couldn't control his emotions either.
Once again, Jeongin's thoughts occupied his mind as he was drying his hair with the towel. He opted to walk around the apartment a little to explore, and also to distract himself from his internal voices.

You know what, why don't the both of them get a diagnosis.
Hearing voices that often isn't normal.

Jeongin gladly took in the furnishing of the apartment as he walked around. The apartment truly was beautiful. Everything looked as though it was carefully selected to meet Felix's preference and personality. In the end, Jeongin found himself admiring the beautiful bedside table next to Felix's bed. It is crafted from repurposed motorcycle parts, giving it a rugged and industrial aesthetic. The table's top is a circular motorcycle wheel rim, providing a sturdy and unconventional surface. The table's base is composed of various motorcycle components like shocks, gears, and chain links, ingeniously assembled to form a stable and visually striking support structure. Jeongin was so amazed by the exterior of the table, it even made him interested in the interior.
So he pulled on one of the drawer handles, forgetting that he might be invading Felix's privacy.  Jeongin expected nothing out of the ordinary. However, as he peered inside, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Jeongin stood frozen, mouth slightly agape. His face had paled, and his body seemed to tremble ever so slightly. It was as if an electric current had surged through him, leaving him utterly speechless and unable to process the shocking sight before him.

"A drawer of fucking dildos? Why the hell does he need so many?"
Jeongin's ears turned red as he looked through what was meant to be Felix's secret stash of sex toys. Not so secret anymore I guess.

"Is he a bottom?"
Jeongin shuddered at the thought of Felix bottoming. He didn't want to, but he couldn't control the lewd imaginations that flooded his mind.
How good Felix would look if one of the dildos in the drawer was plunging in and out of his ass. God he would probably sound so pretty too.
Soon Jeongin found himself hardening in his pants. He hid the dildo back into the drawer where he found it and and sat on the bed, clenching his thighs together. No one had ever made him so physically turned on before, and this was just his imagination of Felix. What the hell will he do when Felix is done showering.

"Are you alright? Why do you look like a deer caught in headlights?"
Felix had just stepped out of the shower wearing white Calvin Klein boxers with an oversized black long sleeved shirt. What great timing Felix had.