Mistake [Changlix]

Nine

For the first time in forever, Changbin woke up and he couldn't tell what he was supposed to do. He just couldn't remember or recall anything. When he woke up, feeling Felix arms still wrapped around him, he wasn't sure about what his next move needed to be. And he started panicking.

What if I do something wrong? What if I change something? Changbin shut his eyes closed. His breathing started to get faster. He tried to calm down by saying to himself that everything would be okay and that he only needed to act the way he felt like correct. But it didn't work.

He was nearly hyperventilating by the moment Felix woke up and turned him around, hugging him tightly and stroking his hair. Changbin automatically clung to Felix and tried to breathe normally.

"What's wrong, Binnie?" Felix asked him and he could feel the worry coloring his words.

Changbin took his time to answer, slowly restoring his breath to a normal speed and letting the essence of Felix calm him down.

"I was having a nightmare," and it wasn't completely a lie. For him, it did feel like a nightmare for a few seconds. Now that everything was slowly returning to his mind, he felt his body relaxing. He heard Felix sigh.

"Let's go eat something then, that surely took your energy out," Felix left a kiss on Changbin's head.

"But, isn't it too early? Can't we stay on the bed for a little longer?" Changbin asked, tightening his grip on the younger.

Felix chuckled, "Lazy. But okay, let's stay for a while," and he squeezed Changbin in his arms, making the older one laughed.

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Somehow, Felix had convinced Changbin of piggyback ride him downstairs. And Changbin knew it had been a bad idea to say yes as soon as he started going down the first step. But he kept going and managed to get to the end of the stairs, it took him like a year to do so, but he did.

Felix was dying of laughter the entire trip down and at least that would make the effort worth it for Changbin.

"What is this?" Woojin came out of the kitchen, dragged by the noise of Felix's laugh.

Changbin and Felix simply kept laughing as Woojin shook his head while smiling. Woojin went back to the kitchen and Felix and Changbin followed him close behind. They sat down on the island and observed as Woojin helped Chan make the breakfast.

Short after, the other three came down too, Jeongin clinging onto Hyunjin, and Seungmin looking tired.

"I will never, N E V E R, sleep with this two again," Seungmin said, throwing his body with no care at all into one of the chairs.

"What did they do to you?" Chan asked laughing while he left a juice jar in front in them.

"Jeongin was constantly trying to hug me or Hyunjin while sleeping, which wasn't that bad by its own because I could just throw him at Hyunjin. But when you add the fact that Hyunjin moves like a tornado when he's sleeping, it's H E L L," Seungmin held his head with his hands, expressing his frustration.

"You say that now, but you love us," Jeongin said, still hanging on Hyunjin.

Poor Hyunjin was as red as a tomato could be and Changbin felt bad for him again.

"I never said I didn't, I said I don't love sleeping in the same bed as you two," Seungmin answered and Hyunjin choke. "I swear, when we went to sleep I was in the right end of the bed and somehow I woke up in the other side and these two halfway over me."

"That sounds stupidly cute," Felix commented.

"Yeah, of course," Seungmin sarcastically answered, "When you're not the one they are sleeping over."

"Sorry about that," Hyunjin said, looking really ashamed of making Seungmin upset.

Seungmin sighed and gave a mini smile to Hyunjin, "It's okay," he ruffled Hyunjin's black hair. "I just won't sleep with you two ever again. Tonight I take the couch," he said and then took his recently served glass of orange juice to drink from it.

Everybody decided not to mention how couple-y that was since all of them had started to notice the weird actions between those three. But inside, Changbin was glad. They were slow, but they were advancing at their own pace, and that's what mattered.

He tried not to think much about the incident from that morning, blaming it on the fact that he was probably half sleeping yet and his mind was in another place. Even if it had never happened to him before.