Mistake [Changlix]

Twelve

When they arrived at the apartment Hyunjin and Felix shared, the tallest one of their group received them in pajamas. Hyunjin didn't have classes until like 3 pm on Mondays and he didn't need to work. Perks of coming from an upper middle class family. He took the carrier before saying goodbye to Woojin and then kept the door opened for Changbin. Changbin internally thanked him for this since he was already struggling with the crutches only, he didn't want to deal with a door too.

"Please, don't mind the mess. This is the house of too young adults and one of us is an art student, don't expect a lot from us," Hyunjin said as soon as he closed the door.

"My room is worse," Changbin admitted, making Hyunjin chuckle.

He had been in the two youngers' apartment several times before, but he would never really stay there for long. Since he and Felix would meet usually at the university or the cafe, he never really spent a lot of time at the apartment. Not to mention that the sleepovers would generally be at Seungmin's house because it was big.

"I assume you will sleep with Felix since we don't have a guests room. I'll leave this," Hyunjin pointed at the suitcase, "In his room for you, be comfortable," and disappeared through a corridor.

Changbin looked around the living room and decided to leave himself to rest in the couch, being extra careful when sitting. He yawned, he was already tired and it wasn't even 10 am yet. He thought he owed a big one to Woojin for everything he'd done for him that day. The older one had even gone to Changbin's work to leave the paper from the doctor that allowed him to get his two weeks free from work. Sadly, since the injure had nothing to do with the cafe, Changbin wouldn't get paid during his "vacations."

"No, Jeonginie," Changbin heard Hyunjin say and half a second after, the guy appeared in the living room. "Uh huh, I'm taking care of Changbin hyung, so I can't go for you."

Hyunjin had the cellphone on his ear as he walked to the kitchen, apparently talking with Jeongin. He opened the cabinet and took out two glasses.

"Yup, Woojin hyung has to work, you know he works a lot," Hyunjin continued and filled the glasses with the orange juice he'd just taken out of the fridge. "Can't Seungminie go with you?" And he walked back to the couch, with both glasses on his hands and the phone held on his ear with his shoulder, he almost looked like a busy mother. "It's just thirty minutes, don't be desperate."

Hyunjin gave a glass of juice to Changbin, throwing himself to the smaller couch that was in the living room. Changbin observed him smile as he heard Jeongin say something that Changbin wasn't aware of. And then Hyunjin blushed violently, his entire face becoming red and covering his face with his free hand right away.

"I—" his voice cracked, "I love you too, Jeonginie," Hyunjin continued with a really low voice and then buried himself in the couch.

He dropped his phone onto the carpet and covered his face with both hands, slowly burying himself into the couch more and more. He looked as if he was trying to be sucked by the floor and was emitting weird noises that sounded like a whining dog. Changbin himself was surprised as he heard the words I love you come out of Hyunjin's lips and more because they were addressed to Jeongin.

"What was that about?" Changbin asked disconcertedly.

Hyunjin uncovered his eyes, not showing anything else of his face as he kept it hidden under his hands. His eyes were slightly glazed and a pure look of confusion was settled on them.

"Not even I am sure," he said, with a really small voice that made Changbin's heart shrink. "I thought that as time passed, my feeling towards them would disappear as it couldn't be normal that I liked them both. But hyung, I just feel like everyday I like them more. And then suddenly they treat me like... I don't know. First it was Seungmin, he smiles at me in a way that makes my heart explode. And then Jeongin saying I love you to me all of sudden," Hyunjin was again covering his face.

Changbin put his juice away and got up, using the sofa as a support for himself as he moved to the couch where Hyunjin was and sat next to him.

"Come here," he said, pulling Hyunjin towards himself. Hyunjin hid his face on Changbin' shoulder and hugged him. "Hey, don't cry," Changbin said as he heard Hyunjin sobbing.

"It's just so confusing..."

"I know, I know," Changbin stroked his hair. "But don't worry, everything will be okay by the end."

"How do you know that?"

"I don't," Changbin admitted, "But being positive is the best option, you know?" And Hyunjin didn't answer for a while.

"I hate feeling like a teenager with dramatic problems," Hyunjin said at the end and Changbin chuckled.

And after a few minutes, Changbin realized that he didn't know. He really didn't know if everything would be alright at the end. Or did he? He wasn't sure. The thought of it was like a thick fog in his mind. He could see the next few hours and even the next week completely, but not that.

But when he felt Hyunjin normalized breath on his neck, he stop worrying about it. Maybe it wasn't nothing. Maybe it was just his own worry for Hyunjin blocking his power of seeing the future. Maybe it was just a defense mechanism to avoid himself from saying too much. If he could see even the next few weeks, then nothing should be wrong, right?

Third mistake.