He's So Innocent

Electric (30)

"Your love is like electricity, it keeps my world bright!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The other boy said, smashing a handful of popcorn into the other's face.

"Ah!" the blonde cried out, hissing at the saltiness on his skin, "Let me be affectionate!"

The brunette denied him and giggled. "I wasn't aware we were having a competition to make the other person feel flustered..."

The blonde snickered and licked his lips to clear the salt. "Minho...Of course we are!"

Minho was not listening, his eyes were on Jisung's lips and how they shyly glistened in the light because of his tongue that darted in and out of his mouth.

"Am I right?" Jisung said, smiling cutely as he tilted his head. Minho peeked up at Jisung's caramel eyes and glowered. He hadn't heard anything that Jisung just said.

"Y-Yeah," he tried wearily.

"So your a bottom then?" Jisung suddenly spat out. Minho choked on air and he stared at the blonde boy. Jisung took a fistful of popcorn and munched, waiting for the elder's response.

Minho fumbled for something near him, the tv remote. He paused the movie that the two boys had put on and quickly turned to completely face Jisung.

"Me? A sub? You must be out of your goddamn mind, Jisungie." Jisung just cackled and stuffed another popcorn kernel between his teeth. 

"I'm just teasing! You were so obsessed with looking at my lips, I had to do something funny!"

Minho just frowned and moved closer to Jisung, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Unpausing the movie, Minho lane dinto Jisung's ear, whispering softly.

"You better be glad that you are so fucking cute otherwise I'd wreck your ass right here in Felix's house."

Jisung felt a chill rise in his spine as Minho playfully nipped his earlobe. 

"Wait-"

"YOU ARE GONNA DO WHAT IN MY HOUSE?" a new figure yelled.

Oh. Felix.

"Oh! Felix, you're home from Changbin's!" Jisung yelled dramatically, standing straight up from the couch. The blonde boy patted off his clothes that were covered din popcorn debris and moved to hug Felix. 

"Shit, ahhh," he groaned, wincing when Jisung hugged his lower back. Jisung looked at him worriedly, "What happened?"

Minho exploded into laughter, crawling off the couch to join Felix's side.

"Felix got his ass wrecked! There's bruises on his back from, Changbin~" 

An eruption of giggles filled the room as Felix's face dropped. "Jesus, you guys would think you let a bunch of immature schoolgirls live in here. Get out," he joked. The boys continued to roll in laughter, their sides beginning to ache. 

Felix's eyebrows hardened. He ran a hand through his auburn hair. "Haha, guys, it isn't that funny-"

Jisung covered his mouth to keep from laughing and Minho cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, its just- You? A Bottom?" 

Another wave of chuckles filled the living room. Felix clawed at his ears with frustration.

"Stop it okay?"

Felix gripped his hands into fists as his throat began to burn. His back did ache with bruises and his arms were covered in scratches. Yes, he was a bottom, but why-

"STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" he finally screamed, banging a throbbing fist into the wall. The plaster and dry wall began to crumple as a Felix's sized hole laid in sight. Mortified, the two boys stepped back in fear, small chuckles still observant in their voices.

Felix held his hand and let out a pained moan. He looked over at Jisung and Minho, tears starting to stream down his face. Minho went to reach out a hand in sympathy, but Jisung held him back.

"G-Get out..." Felix whimpered, dread and sadness in his eyes.

He didn't have to ask them twice. Jisung and Minho were gone without saying a word.

Furious, Felix retreated to his room. The auburn headed boy tore through his closet, tossing aside sweatshirts and shoes to find a white canvas. 

Sketching angrily, a design budded on the white canvas, letting Felix get his frustration out. Colors of all sorts and hues were painted on and brushed with a carefully destined stroke.

When he was finished, Felix ran back to the living room and adjusted the canvas so it laid over the fist imprint in the gray wall. 

"Ah! Yongbok!" he heard a fatherly voice say. Felix turned to see his father standing in the doorway of the house. 

"I just got back from my office, I had a crisis call to attend to, don't worry, not Minho. I actually saw him and Ji-" 

The old man stopped, his face relaxing as his eyes focused on the elaborate swirls of the painting Felix had hung. 

"What is this? Did you paint this?" he asked instead, placing his things down on the couch. Felix nodded and gestured to it wordlessly. His father stood behind him as they both gazed at it.

The painting consisted of a boy sitting on a rock in the middle of the ocean. It was pretty abstract, each figure or dimension of the painting made up of solid brushstrokes and shapes instead of fine lines and details. 

The sky above the water and the boy was thundering with bolts of lightning. One bolt struck the boy on the rock and sent ripples into the water. 

"What do you call it?" Felix's father asked gingerly, attentively stunting at the art. Felix shrugged, but then it came to him.

"Electric."