Who cares about Romance anyway?! [ChangLix] (Shortfic/completed)

Ending

"You don't have to believe me, but listen to me please."

Felix grabbed the sleeve of his hoodie, not daring to touch his arm. When the older finally turn to him, his fingers clenched tighter on the fabric.

"What are you doing?" he asked defensively. "Why do you do that?"

"I'm sorry hyung. I never meant to hurt you" Felix apologized, releasing his grip without walking away, "But I didn't understand. You're not as easy to read as you seem to believe it."

He stopped and watched Changbin notice the defiance in his eyes was still there, mixed with evident confusion.

"I talked to Chan recently, he really helped me a lot," Felix informed and the news seemed to worry Changbin more than it should have. "Thanks to him, I had time to think and discover many sides that I never noticed before."

"Felix..." he pleaded, unsure about what exactly.

Felix leaned against the wall and looked at Changbin with a soft smile as he finally sat on the sofa.

"It's weird. I don't remember you calling my name properly," he noted. "It sounds better from you."

Changbin didn't reply and kept his gaze on Felix. Something in his eyes showed a new hint of hope tinted by the remaining hurt. It was a bit weird, clearly unusual. The younger man never saw him looking so fragile before.

"Would you listen to a story?" Felix asked after some time.

Once again, Changbin didn't say anything and he didn't move either, so Felix took it as an agreement.

"You probably heard about it, I love romantic stuff. It might seem stupid and a lot of people think so, but I can't help it," he glanced at Changbin to notice he was still listening and continued, "every year for Valentine's day I wish to find a letter or a chocolate box in my locker." He paused, checking if he still had Changbin's attention. "For the first time in my life, I got a letter; a fake one. It was a prank from my friends."

Slowly, Felix sat down on the sofa as well and looked at Changbin with an indescribable expression. The older man was surprised by the revelation as much as he was confused by his behaviour. He didn't dare to talk and waited for the rest of the story expectantly.

"I don't know if you have any idea of what it is like to have people mocking something you truly care about. It hurts a lot. I let it go because I didn't want to hold a grudge for a too long and well, I'm used to people making fun of that."

Changbin nodded, brushing his moist hands against his dark jeans. He could tell something was coming without fully understanding what was going on.

"For White Day, I received another letter at the place I least expected, right after my dance practice. My friends were all there and they were all so joking together... I don't remember being so pissed in my life," he laughed without humour. "I was so pissed to be laughed at for the second time that I didn't even open the letter before I throw it."

"Oh," Changbin simply said instead of answering. "Oh!"

"When you said you saw what I did, last time, I didn't get what you meant. I didn't understand what you were talking about and what I did wrong. I knew you were avoiding me and the more I tried to get closer to you the more you seemed to hate me," he frowned, "Truthfully, it hurt more than any prank."

"I'm sorry," Changbin whispered, still under the shock of the information he received.

Felix shook his head. "Chan hinted about it and you did too, I should have understood before. I really regret I didn't."