DRUGS AND LOVE || Hyunlix

ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs

                       𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬

days passed like a blur for Felix. he wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping. he would go to therapies often just to get free drink and cookies. but it wasn't easy. he was getting weaker.

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one specific day, Felix left therapy session earlier. he went to place he didn't even imagine going back. 

he walked down the street and turned to left, neighborhood got quieter, his footsteps echoing. he reached the destination.

knock knock*

he waited for a minute before hearing heavy footsteps, cursed whispers from the boy. 

"Yes?"

"it's me"

*silence*

older opened door moment after, looking at blonde who looked like a stray cat.

"Jun?"

Yeonjun rolled his eyes and muttered. "i thought you already forgot we even existed, come in." Felix entered place and looked around, nothing was really changed. 'what brings you here?" Felix collapsed on couch and let out heavy sigh. "hygiene."

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warm water ran in shower room, fogging mirror and small window, small water droplets walling on cold tile wall.

Felix slipped from his clothes, slowly pulling his shirt over his head, his arms crossed as he did so, slight stretching making his ribs point out, his cargo shorts clinging onto his slender waist and hips.

he dropped the shirt on the silk floor and slowly took his pants and boxers off together while keeping straight posture. his eyes darting around hesitantly. Felix looked at door handle, his mouth slightly open, his palm squeezing around fabric of his shorts.

he reached for handle and pushed it down, when door didn't open he took deep breath and sighed softly. he slipped his shorts off, stepped out of them and entered shower room, letting hot liquid ran down his hair, face, full body.

He sighed heavily, the missing feeling of shower calming his nerves.

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Once he was done he dried his hair and wore Jun's clothes because his clothes were weeks unwashed and right now they finally got their freedom too.

Here's how you could continue this part, diving deeper into Felix's state of mind and his interactions with Jun and others:

Jun was in the kitchen when Felix emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants that hung loosely on his thin frame. The scent of cheap instant noodles filled the small apartment, a faint contrast to the lingering steam of Felix's shower.

"Feeling better?" Jun asked, leaning against the counter with a bowl in hand, chopsticks dangling lazily between his fingers. His voice was casual, but his eyes betrayed his concern.

Felix shrugged, avoiding Jun's gaze. "Yeah... thanks for letting me crash here."

Jun didn't reply immediately, instead gesturing for Felix to sit. Felix hesitated before dropping onto a worn-out chair by the kitchen table.

"You look like hell, Lix," Jun finally said, setting the bowl in front of him. "Eat. And don't even think about saying no. I'll shove it down your throat if I have to."

Felix chuckled weakly, the sound dry and humorless. He picked up the chopsticks, stirring the noodles absentmindedly before taking a small bite. The warmth spread through his chest, but it didn't do much to ease the hollow ache in his stomach.