𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 • hyunlix

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕

Felix is going to burn this place down, but that will only be possible if he can light a fire or calm his irrational fears down. He has managed to mask his panic and deluded his mind into believing the window is an aid and not another replaying nightmare, he tries not to think about the similarity of the attic, the crack, and the damp air. 

He's so angry at himself, at the universe, and of course, the most he's angry at Hyunjin because everything bad that happens in his life is the fault of the stupid black-haired cocky bastard, and it's obvious he thinks that way as he stands in the middle of the small storage room, glaring at Hyunjin while his small hands are busy trying to wipe the paint from his body 

"The fuck are you looking at?" He spits bitterly, anger evident through his tone. Hyunjin only slumped back against the chipped-painted wall "Watching you make a fool of yourself" The black-haired answered casually, he had been staring at Felix for the entire time he had stood there and now Felix was growing more than just agitated 

It was one thing to have the annoying bastard watch him, but tonight, in this dimly lit room, the way Hyunjin was staring at Felix was making his skin crawl and making him forget his fears, it's the worst sensation in the world because it reminds him of the godforsaken dream he's had, the one he cannot stop thinking about 

the way Hyunjin had looked at him in that dream, so ravenously, so parched, so vehemently, the shine in his dark and shadowed eyes was like the glint of the devil's stone and Felix hated it so much because it made his stomach twist, makes him yearn something he doesn't even know, dizzies him and robs him of his breath, makes his heart run along the tracks 

he hates worse how this gaze of Hyunjin, the one he is a subject of tonight, in reality, is so similar to the one in his dream. 

"Excuse me if I don't want to die from these cheap chemicals of your stupid paints" Felix retorts mockingly, actively building a fence around him so his fears stay locked, his inane flashbacks of terrible dreams, his yearning to be closer to Hyunjin, and the silent desire to confide in the black-haired's arms because he feels like an anchor in the storm that is his life

Felix would never admit any of that, not to himself, not to anyone else. He will keep all of those thoughts hidden and buried and take them to his grave. "The only thing that'll kill you is me, princess" Hyunjin answers relaxedly, legs straightened out in front of him and hands on his lap like he's incredibly bored

Felix always despises his carefree attitude, he tries to pretend like their banter doesn't absolutely boil his blood whereas Felix is always so expressive with his loathe and anger. Hyunjin's nonchalance was half the reason Felix liked to get under his skin so much.

The only thing the blond answers with is a loud exhale of his breath, placing his paint-covered hands on his waist and closing his eyes to let the anger wash over him before it washes away. It was visceral, the way he hated Hyunjin, it was sheer vexation. 

Hyunjin smiled languidly, watching the way Felix's neck flexed backward and the way his Adam's apple looked sharp enough to pierce his heart, the black-haired's smile dimmed when his eyes dipped from the planes of Felix's beautiful neck to his body, how his flimsy long sleeved t-shirt stuck to his body and occasionally displayed the shape of his muscles, how his jeans cling to his legs and highlight the godly shape of them

Hyunjin nearly felt his mouth go dry when his eyes drank in the sight of Felix's legs and then went all the way up to his face, how the red was smeared against his perfect skin, how Hyunjin's handprints looked so awfully sensual planted on his chest, smeared on his neck and chin, how that taint of scarlet sends blood flowing to all the wrong places in Hyunjin's body