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"How much of self respect do you lack to ask me to fuck you just to prove a point?"
"You are hot too." He adds like it makes a difference.
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In a world where a writer, Hyunjin struggles with lack of inspiration for his books, so he de...
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Felix isn't exactly sure how it happened, but a week later, on his evening shift, all his friends ended up gathering at his café. It's a small coincidence that brought six people together in this little place that had somehow become their hangout spot.
Minho, casually leaning back in his chair, sips his cofee and asks, "How's quitting weed going for you, Changbin?"
Seungmin's eyes widen slightly as he slowly puts his mug back on the table, his posture straightening. "Weed? You guys did weed?"
"They used to." Hyunjin chimes in, his face brightening with smile as he glances at Felix.
"They? You got high with us!" Felix laughs as he hurries past their table, carrying a tray to the costumers at the other end of the room. Hyunjin's eyes follow him, a small grin playing on his lips.
"What? You?" Seungmin is dumbfounded, "I could never imagine you'd do weed in high school, or a piercing."
"First of all, weed is smoked, not done." Hyunjin starts, "second-"
"Can you guys, like, shut up?" Changbin grumbles, rubbing his tamples. "My head hurts like a bitch."
Chan reaches over and gently strokes his boyfriend's back as Changbin buries his face in his arms. "Darling, we came here to chat. Besides, didn't you take painkillers?"
"They don't fucking work."
Felix, now standing beside the table again, explains, "It's a side effect of quitting weed. Painkillers won't help."
Changbin glares at him. "Okay, how are you not sitting here and still holding a conversation?"
Hyunjin takes this as his cue. He looks around the café, ensuring no new customers are waiting, and then, with a playful smirk, slides his index finger into the belt loops of Felix's jeans as he passes by, tugging him closer. Felix stumbles slightly, then, understanding the gesture, he allows himself to be guided backward until he's seated on Hyunjin's lap.
"Ew, touchy couple." Changbin complains, rolling his eyes.
"Well, you know Felix." Hyunjin's teases, leaning back to make Felix more comfortable. His one hand wrapping around the boy's small waist, while the other rests on his thigh.
"Felix was minding his business, when you pulled him in." Seungmin notes dryly.
"He was playing with his fingers, which means he's nervous for some reason, so..." Hyunjin explains, while Felix just stares.
"You know when I'm nervous?" Felix asks.
"Of course, I do. It's so obvious."
"No, it isn't," Changbin mutters, earning a collective glare from everyone around the table.
If this happened a year ago, Felix's mood would be ruined. He'd have been upset by how Changbin never noticed the little things—gestures that carried so much meaning. But right now, with Hyunjin's arms securely around him, he feels a warmth that almost makes him melt.
