𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄! ( s.cb + l.f )

07| sparks

Once the night air got to be too chilling on their skin, Felix and Changbin took refuge inside a café. Light classical music that had no lyrics played softly in the background as the teenage waitress brought the duo their hot chocolates. Felix felt relieved when he touched the mug, and it warmed his frigid fingers. Changbin felt the same way, gently wrapping his hands around his mug in order to warm them. The older boy was the first to actually take a sip, and Felix watched him, looking for a reaction. Changbin looked at the Australian questioningly, blinking twice in silence.

"Is it good?" Felix asked.

Though he was confused, the raven haired boy nodded his head. Having anyone else watch him wouldn't have even phased the shorter boy. But it was Felix that was watching his every move, and for some reason, that fact made him act a bit more carefully. Changbin still didn't understand Felix. Not one bit. The younger boy confused him beyond belief. Not just in his own actions, but in the way he made the older boy feel inside. Every emotion that Felix sent coursing through every vein in Changbin's body was foreign.

"What's your favorite color, Changbin?" The Australian asked out of nowhere after taking his first sip of hot chocolate.

The older boy cocked his head to one side slightly, wondering why the younger boy had decided to ask such a question so randomly.

"I like blue," Felix continued on.

"It's the color of peace and trust, and I think that's nice. Plus, it's pretty," the taller boy smiled.

Changbin liked how Felix had a reason for liking the color blue. It made him realize that the Australian was deeper and more thoughtful than he'd originally pegged him to be.

"What about you?"

The older boy shrugged his shoulders in reply.

"I don't think I have one," he admitted.

Changbin didn't really fancy colors. He was normally dressed in black; just because it was a color that made him feel powerful. There was also no chance of anyone ever seeing through the color black if he were to get wet. Everything was covered; just the way he wanted it. Just the way he needed it. And yet, he couldn't say that black was his favorite color, because it'd been on his body for so long that he'd come to hate it. But, he had to admit that Felix reminded him of red. Not just because of his power, though that did have a little something to do with it. He thought it because red, like Felix, was a color that was completely original. Red is the first primary color. It demands the undivided attention of anyone who's eyes land on it...Just like Felix. Because Felix wasn't ever meant to blend in. He was born to stand out, and someone like Changbin who was destined to be invisible, couldn't help but to appreciate Felix's individuality, even if it was a bit muted sometimes. In order to change the topic of conversation and keep the talking going, Felix spoke up again.

"I don't like cold weather," he stated.

Felix got cold easily, so he wasn't a fan of being out at night, and he disliked the colder months altogether.

"I don't like it either," Changbin agreed.

But, Changbin disliked it for completely different reasons. The cold was something that the raven haired boy always associated with himself, and he hated every part of himself as well as everything that went along with him. Cold weather made him feel cold on the outside too, just like how his insides felt on a daily basis. He was sure that his heart was nothing but a beating block of pure ice lodged inside his chest. Felix smiled lightly at the fact that he'd just learned something new about Changbin, and he committed it to memory. It was small, and possibly one of the most irrelevant things that would ever be in the Australian's memory, but it didn't matter to him. All that mattered was that Changbin had told him something about himself.