Pretty Temptation [] SKZ x Felix

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  After a while, the blonde didn't feel any better, but the time was running short. They took Felix off the stage and back to the club, figuring that the demonic housing would be a constant reminder of the boy.

  He was now laid on a couch, curled up next to Hyunjin, who grateful hugged him back. The others were in a separate room, a tension in the room. Mostly towards a certain figure of Wrath.

  Jeongin stepped up, "Why the fuck would you do that?"

  "I didn't mean for him to do that, I thought he'd just... try to leave or something," he admitted, looking at them with a certain look, "It's not my fault. I'm well-tempered, but Felix is the definition of stubborn-"

  "You don't get to talk about him like that," Changbin told, "You let him almost destroy a soul, and a little bit at that."

  "I fucking warned him!"

  Envy huffed, before looking at the others. Minho stepped up, "I don't think a warning was enough this time. This is possibly the most important night of all of our nights and now the connection to that moment is blocked."

  "I want Felix to want this moment with us. I want him to rule with us... He can't if he cares about losing one soul more than himself," Jeongin explained bluntly, his golden eyes flowing over everyone, "And he enjoys being with us. Or used to. But, regardless, I want Felix to be happy."

  "Me too," Jisung added. He bit his lip before eyeing Chan, "But I know some of you also still keep the power in the equation. For me, I don't mind as much as you all, but I want to make sure we're on the same page."

  "I, personally, just want Felix to be-"

  "We know you do." Everyone stopped Seungmin from his incredibly sexual statement that they all knew was going to happen. He frowned.

  "Okay then, all desires aside, I want to be happy, like Jisung. The power can wait, for me."

  Minho looked away. Changbin swallowed hard. Jeongin sighed loudly, "Mkay... Well obviously, I care for Felix, and I love him company, but I don't we should wait. It's the 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000th anniversary of hell. We shouldn't keep holding this opportunity down. But Felix should be in a better mental state before we perform the ritual."

  "We have two hours left. Time goes faster on Earth, so if we were to go to transport him to hell-"

  "Out of the question. I'm not going to make him have a full on panic attack," Jisung stopped at once, his eyes glaring at Chan, "Okay, let's just... Get the boy back together, then take care of Felix, because he won't do without the boy getting better."

  That was the agreement.

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  With a tender touch, Felix felt a tap on his shoulder. He blinked his eyes open to see Changbin, his hand on Felix's shoulder. The green hair man's eyes bore into Felix's. For a second, he could feel all the hatred, jealousy, regret, pain, and suffering he felt. He felt inferior and surrounded. Lost, in way. He could feel the lack of validation radiating off of himself. The inferiority inside his veins. For that second, he felt all the envy inside of him. He understood the desperate need for anything. But his could feel Changbin's need for love and attention. He understood why he got so jealous when Felix was with the others.

  Then he shut his eyes quickly the second Envy blinked and opened them to seeing Changbin, looking concerned at Felix. Everything seemed and felt normal.

  "What's wrong..?" The envious man inquired, his eyes staring at Felix.

  The blonde sat up quickly and glanced around the room. The feeling was fleeting and completely gone.

  "Felix, are you okay?" Repeated the man. The blonde blinked himself out of it and nodded, facing him.

  "I'm okay for now." He replied gently. There wasn't a smile or any sort of thing of the blonde face that made him look okay. He looked panicked and frightened.

  Changbin nodded, not pressing him. With a tender hand, he pulled Felix to his feet. His eyes focused on his before breaking out in a small grin, "The boy's okay."

  Felix's jaw dropped as his eyes turned happy, "Really?"

  "Yeah, but it's too dangerous for you to see him at the moment. You currently have no control over you abilities, especially after that happened," Changbin explained, his hand pulling you back towards the stage.

  A wave of relief washed over him. A small dwelling feeling of guilt stuck in his gut but he pushed it down and noticed that another hand took his. It's was much more tender than Changbin's now tightening hand.

  His eyes floated over to meet the tangerine swirling eyes. Again, Felix felt himself feeling empty. It was like he wanted to eat the finest, richest food, so soon as possible. Inside of himself, the desire to pull away and find food became strong. It wasn't a hunger, it was a desperate want. A want to eat. To eat and eat and eat. The urge was painful and almost agonizing. Images of delightful, unhealthy meals flowed through his brain. There was a certain pull towards Jisung, something radiating off his body that said that he wanted to watch the world eat. It was too malicious to be deemed innocent. The intention seemed to want to work alongside something. He couldn't tell what.

Then after a blink, it was gone. Felix sharply inhaled, his head tilting back in a motion that reflected the brief moment of pain. He saw the concern in both of their eyes. Felix looked up at Jisung again before glancing at Changbin. He gently pulled away from Jisung, but his hand was almost being pried off by Changbin, who was full of pure jealousy towards Jisung. He understood that now.

Wait... He understood that.

  Before it just looked liked a glare. Now he could almost feel the tension, the hatred towards Jisung at the moment. It was burning- strong. Yet the orangette didn't seem bothered at all. It all was messing with his brain.

  "Felix, are you okay? What just happened?" Quickly Jisung asked, his face showing worry and fear.

  "N-no. What's going on...?" He whispered, his voice cracking slightly. He felt even more overwhelmed than before.

  "We were going to talk for a bit. Together," he answered, his hand now stroking his back in a comforting manner.

  "About what," Felix came across as upset and disinterested, but he was actually about to cry. His body felt different. His mind kept replaying their current states over and over and over.

  "Uhm... The ritual. And if you wanted to continue," he told quietly, his tone obviously worried.

  Felix's eyes floated back over to Changbin and his hand, "Could you let go... Please?" His tone changed again, to his more normal voice, less irritated and sarcastic. He complied. Felix studied Jisung's appearance, "Okay. Sorry. Yeah."

  With a curt nod, Jisung began to lead the way. No one laid a hand on him the whole way to the room they were going to. It was still in the club. Yet the club was empty this time. Barely any lights were on besides a few, keeping the place dim. It looked closed.

  Yet there was a surging energy in the air that made the place feel different. It felt lasting, as if it's been there for a while like he just noticed it. His body felt stiff and his legs were mindlessly following Jisung, Changbin still next to the blonde. Both of them kept their distance.

  When they reached the door, Jisung turned to look at Felix, waiting for one last hint of reassurance. Changbin waltzed next to Gluttony. Their hair beside each other reminded Felix of a carrot. He crack a small smile before nodding his head, his eyes full of momentary certainty.

Then the doors opened.