stray kids imagines

felix | boys do cry

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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angst. fluff / 2722
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- blood -
ᶠᵉˡⁱˣ ⁱˢ ᵃ ˢᵒᶠᵗⁱᵉ

the steady hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in the room as you worked at your desk. the light from your laptop screen flickered, casting soft shadows on your face as you typed away, glasses perched on the bridge of your nose.

you'd been at it for hours, lost in a sea of data and code, your thoughts tangled in the complex work before you.

it was routine for you to get lost like this, and you loved the solitude your work provided.

a soft shuffle broke your concentration. you looked up, just in time to see felix walking toward you, his steps slow and deliberate. felix's usually cheerful face was pale, his lips set in a tight line.

it wasn't until he got closer that you noticed the red streaks trailing down felix's arm. your breath caught in your throat as you took in the scene - the crimson liquid dripping from felix's fingertips, splattering on the floor.

felix stopped just beside you, his breaths coming out in shallow, shaky puffs. his left hand was pressed tightly against his right arm, trying in vain to stop the flow of blood. his fingers were stained red, slick, and trembling.

"babe," felix's voice was a mere whisper, trembling with pain and fear. his eyes, usually so bright and full of life, were wide and glossy, filled with unshed tears that clung stubbornly to his lashes.

despite the obvious pain, not a single tear had fallen. his jaw was clenched tight, lips pressed together as if he were trying to hold everything inside.

"sweetheart-" you began, your tone soft and gentle. but the endearment died on your lips as your gaze fell upon the blood-covered arm. your breath hitched, heart pounding against your ribcage.

you could feel your own hands begin to shake as you took in the sight of your boyfriend, standing there, hurt and in pain.

your eyes widened, your voice coming out strained and urgent, "lixie, what-"

felix interrupted with a broken whisper, "hurts." his voice wavered, but still, no tears fell. his face was pale, and he looked almost like a child caught in a nightmare, too scared to let himself cry.

you were on your feet in an instant, the chair clattering to the ground behind you. your hands hovered, unsure of where to touch, not wanting to cause felix more pain. "what happened, baby? what did you do?" you asked, your voice filled with worry as you grabbed a tissue from your desk and gently pressed it against the bleeding wound.

"I was... I was just... cutting some fruit," felix mumbled, his voice weak and breathless. "the knife slipped. I tried to stop it, but-" he winced as a fresh wave of pain shot through his arm.

"shit," you cursed under your breath. "we need to stop the bleeding." your mind was racing, but you forced yourself to focus.

you reached over, grabbing a clean towel from the back of the chair beside your desk, and carefully wrapped it around felix's arm. "hold this tight, okay?" you instructed, guiding felix's hand to press down on the wound.

felix nodded, biting down on his lower lip, his eyes never leaving your face. even in pain, even with the blood and the fear, he trusted you completely. there was something soothing about the way your hands moved, sure and steady, despite the panic in your voice.

"I'm going to get the first aid kit, love. stay with me," you murmured, your voice softening as you saw the way felix's shoulders shook. you helped him to sit down on the chair and pressed a quick kiss to his temple before dashing toward the bathroom, your heart racing.