Had he ruined everything? Would the boys forgive him? Would he—
The door to his secluded hideout squeaked open, and his eyes immediately flicked up to see the face of the person he least wanted to see right now.
Upon making eye contact the younger boy, Woojin opened his arms to Felix and sank down next to him, enveloping the boy in a hug.
Felix felt defeated, so desperate to feel better that he would even allow Woojin to embrace him right now. It was the best way he knew to calm his panic attacks. Hugs, physical touch, always helped for some reason.
But somehow, this time, it didn't help, and Felix continued to breathe heavily and cry for another five minutes before got his it all steadied on his own. His heart eventually settled, and he was able to stop his tears from falling.
His sniffles were the only noises echoing throughout the empty room, as he closed his eyes and rested his head on the wall, before he began to hear soft whispers from Woojin, close to his head.
"It's okay Lixie, I'm here," he murmured into the freckled boy's ear, his breath fanning over the surface of the skin.
Disliking the feeling of it, Felix tried to flick his head away, but before he could, Woojin's hand came up to grab his chin and turn his head to face forward, holding him in place.
He began to mumble those same words again, but this time closer, his lips brushing the skin gently with each movement of his mouth.
Felix was confused.
What is he doing? Why is he getting so close?
Felix didn't like it. He just wanted space right now, he didn't want to be bothered by somebody getting into his personal bubble and refusing to leave. He was struggling right now, and he didn't know what to do, seeing as the person he would usually turn to for help was the one currently causing the problem.
Woojin had stopped mumbling for the moment and was now just mouthing his way up and down Felix's ear, when he suddenly grazed his teeth over it.
And then he bit down hard on the sensitive lobe.
Felix cried out in pain, startled and still not understanding why this was happening in the first place. He tried to push Woojin away from him, but thanks to his lack of muscles and the steel grip the boy now had on him, Felix was unable to move away even an inch.
"Woojin, get off," he whined, wanting more than anything to be left alone now.
It wasn't enough that he hurt me before, but now he has to go and do it again?
The freckled boy was starting to get angry now. Couldn't he just have a moment of peace and quiet to himself without somebody messing it up?
Woojin didn't listen to him though, and this time he moved down to his jaw and sank his teeth in yet again, causing another jolt of pain to rush through Felix.
"Ow! Woojin, that hurts!"
"Oh, it does, does it," he chuckled. "Does my little slut like pain, huh?"
Felix furrowed his brow at that. What did he say? He'd understood it for the most part, but there was that one word in the middle he'd never heard before. He didn't know how to respond, so he just stayed silent, waiting to see if Woojin said more.
He didn't.
He did however move his head down lower and bite at the soft skin of Felix's neck, and this time, he hung on.
Felix simply couldn't take this overstimulation of emotions anymore, and the movement triggered a gut reaction in him. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand made contact with Woojin's face, hard, and a smacking sound reverberated around the empty room.
