𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫; 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐱

-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲-

"So, Yongbok, fun night last night huh?"

Blood rushes to Felix's cheeks faster than it pumps in his veins, eyes widen and he nearly stumbles in his step before he looks up at Minho and gulps "Oh...huh, yea" he chuckles awkwardly, putting away the plate, and licking his lips, trying his best to remain calm "I'm not talking about whatever stupid movie you two watched if you even did" The older rolls his eyes and Felix opens his mouth, manages to let out a confused "Wha--" before Minho raises his hand, switching off the faucet and nears it toward Felix pulling down his turtleneck that is covering the traces of what really happened last night

Felix's eyes widen and he immediately steps back but there is no point as Minho looks up at his eyes, his familiar devilish smirk on his lips and a brow cocked "Looks like you did have fun" he winks and Felix shrieks, covering his body with his hands. For some reason, being under Minho's teasing gaze made him feel like he was bare "Hyung!" he whined and tried to scurry away from the man who grabbed his forearm and made him stand straight "Now! You two were safe right?" he straightens his tone and makes sure he sounds strict

Felix doesn't have the guts to look in his eyes as he looks to the ground and licks his lips, scratching his ear that has grown red as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other "Yeah...I guess" he mumbles and Minho clicks his tongue "What does I guess mean?" He queries Felix sighs "It's not like Hyunjin has some disease or something, relax! we're not from New York" Felix shakes his body because he's very uncomfortable with this conversation but Minho isn't done and he's tired of avoiding his gaze

"Hey, that's stereotypical. Besides, Hyunjin does live in the States" Minho smirks and Felix chuckles at his stupid jokes "Well, as long as you're happy" Minho pats his head and Felix stares at him "What do you mean?" he leans over the counter of the kitchen and Minho does the same, undoing his sleeves which he had rolled up "Well, you just got over Mingyu--" Felix cuts him off, irritatantly "It's been months can we rest that case already?" Felix rolls his eyes and curls his arms over his chest 

"I know, I'm just saying Hyunjin will leave by the end of September, I need you to be careful. Don't rush into things, love's a fragile little flame it could burn out or burn you" Minho's words haunt Felix's mind who stares at the man, thinking deeply of what he is saying as he gulps and before his thoughts can run anywhere he cuts them off "This isn't love" He smiles softly at Minho who nods his head "It's too early to be" He mumbles and by the end of his sentence Hyunjin had appeared in the doorway of the kitchen

"Chan keeps burning holes in me with his eyes and I don't know why" He puts his hands in his pants' pockets and Felix chuckles at his words, turning to look at Minho and in his gaze he questions 'does he know' referring to Chan and the other man nods his head so Felix shakes his head and inhales a deep breath "Think I should tell 'em?" He questions Minho who shrugs his shoulders, voice small and it doesn't meet Hyunjin's ears who stands patiently waiting for the blond 

"Do what you're comfortable with but everyone's almost already aware and this feels like the right opportunity to announce you guys are fucking" Felix slaps his arm, even if Minho had mumbled the words and Hyunjin hadn't heard them he still feels shy as he shakes his head and walks over to Hyunjin too embarrassed to stand next to Minho anymore as he smiles at the man who smiles back at him, Felix raises his hand and pats his bicep "I think it's time, Hyunjin" he mumbles as if they're announcing their marriage, walking away from the kitchen as the man looks at him, carefully trying to read the situation 

"You sure? you're ready?" His voice is tender and Felix's smile is too "Mhm" He sighs as they sit down on the couch and Chan is sitting next to Felix who is in the middle. Felix wants to laugh at the looks Hyunjin is receiving from the dimpled man and how he is awkwardly shifting in his seat, arm thrown on the headrest of the vast couch and the other resting on the armrest, legs spread like he has no manners and Felix is almost pressed against his chest, looking over at Chan with a smile