Glasses | Changjinlix

2: The Boy With a lot of Love to Give

"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect." - Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

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Lee Felix slumped onto his desk, as usual, his breathing heavy. Despite the day having barely begun, he felt sweaty under his school shirt and jacket, and his tie was already coming loose. He'd chased his younger friend, Yang Jeongin, across the school building in a crazy game of Hide and Seek. 

While most people of Felix's age may have seen the game as childish, a simple text of 'Find me.' was enough to get either of the boy's hearts racing with adrenaline. It was exhilarating to rush across the school in hopes of finding the other. The rules were simple; they always had been: The seeker had to find the other before the bell rang at 7:00, signalling the beginning of school. If they failed to do so, the one hiding won. The scores didn't truly matter, for it was all about the thrill of hiding in reckless and ridiculous places, while the other scrambled across the large building in search. 

Each game was more difficult than the last as the boys began to claim certain nooks and crannies. There was nothing wrong with the game, and even Felix's classmates had grown used to it. That is until a problem had presented itself today.

Jeongin was undoubtedly sneaky. Felix could easily compare the other to a fox, with a sly and cheeky personality that always worked its way around everything and everyone. The boy had a knack of getting away with doing just about anything to anyone. He'd dodged detention after detention, teased and messed the scariest of bullies, given nicknames and dropped honorifics with older students, and wound up almost anyone and everyone. Even still, the boy was alive.

Though, Felix was questioning a lot of things at this point. Why had he spilt about his crush? Well, crushes, but that was beside the main point here. Yang Jeongin had hidden right under the desk of one of his crushes. Right beside the boy's feet. Embarrassment had flooded Felix at the sight: the older, oblivious to the boy beneath his desk as Yang Jeongin grinning like the sly fox he was. 

How he had even managed to pull it off, Felix had no idea, but he wasn't going to question it. The only thing he'd known for certain at that moment was that Jeongin had known what he was doing (it had been written all over his face).

As Felix had gingerly approached, he'd bolted from under the desk. From the beginning, the situation was already odd. Felix didn't want to be stuck with the awkward and embarrassing situation of trying to explain anything about Yang Jeongin to Changbin, because he knew he would barely be able to last long enough before composure crumbled. Then, when Jeongin had bolted, he'd startled Changbin, and their eyes had met. Their eyes had met. 

His composure was blown out of the window. He froze like a deer in the headlights as his brain rearranged itself clumsily, fumbling for the right words, tumbling aimlessly and helplessly as he mentally pleaded.

"I'm sorry about Jeongin." He'd managed to apologise.

Then, he'd rushed out. Thinking back, Felix flushed. How awkward. He hadn't even waited for an answer. Hadn't even watched Changbin's expression (he'd broken their eye contact as quickly as it had begun to stare at his scuffed trainers). He'd simply fled.

And that wasn't all. Just as luck and fate had decided to toss him around like a plaything, he'd run right down the corridor that held Hwang Hyunjin. How fate must have laughed as he struggled to gain his composure. After all, Felix was helplessly crushing on both Seo Changbin and Hwang Hyunjin (and only Jeongin knew).

It had initially begun with Changbin. He'd been at a party, hyper off sugar and drunk (underage, like everyone else at the party) till everything amused him. He'd been a mere middle schooler then, embarrassingly loud and rowdy, slightly out of place in the high school party, not that anyone had minded. Somehow, he'd been rounded up into a game of spin the bottle (in which the bottle had chosen to simply ignore his existence) which then blurred at some point into a game of Truth or Dare.