Miso soup ┊ Changlix [OLD]

十一

THE FIRST THING Felix saw was the scrunched up features of no other than Seo Changbin.

He tried not to focus on the others black roughly tousled hair or his stark crimson lips flushed deliciously against his cream skin.

Felix wanted to be angry at the other, wanted to yell his fury and rage in incoherent sentences but there was something at the back of his mind that rendered him wordless.

It was the excited pain.

Parched lips struggled to widen, excruciating pain rippling through his face at any muscle movement and his head throbbing in unsynced beats.

Changbin must have noticed his pain stricken expression because the others orbs widened in recognition and his arms were quick to drape over Felix protectively.

And it was weird. The slight ripple of pleasure carried by the flock of butterflies in his empty stomach because he should hate Changbin, after all, the arrogant gang member had crushed his heart, his beaten up stance less painful than the emotional pain he had went through.

But it felt comforting, the walls of the others right arm encasing his pain into a bubble ready to be popped and forgotten about.

However the other drew back before he could release his doubt, expression slightly sour.

"Are you okay?"
Changbin muttered, care evident in his tone and the way his eyebrows arched.

And Felix wanted to slap him but that would have hurt.

Of course he wasn't okay, he was laying in Changbins bed, littered in bruises and faced with the gorgeous but far away specimen.

"Water" was Felixs short reply, his muscles working hard to produce the short sound, from both the increasing dryness of his throat and his busted lips.

Changbin dashed to the door, running back a few minutes later with a large glass of water, random ice cubes bobbing in the refreshing water.

A royal blue swirly straw floated among  the crystal liquid, a small touch that beckoned pain from his small smile.

Sipping delicately on the liquid, the satisfying melt of the rubbing heat against his throat left him in a slightly happier mood. The roaring fire put to rest by the extinguishing water.

He tried. Tried to lean over to place the water on the endtable but the shake in his hand and the sudden movement slackened his grip. Changbin's worried eyes lighting up.

It was inches away, Changbins hand. He almost grasped the cool exterior of the frosted glass, however by a millimetre, the decorated glass hit the wooden floor, sharp fragments littering the floor.

Felix's first thought was Changbin, he analysed the others annoyed expression, the way his fingers drummed on his thigh and the slanted way his eyebrows arched.

Storming out, Felix Caught the word "towel" before the others retreating back challenged him.

Guilty and worrisome, the petite blonde leaned over, body yelling and screaming in protest but he continued to stretch his broken body, fingers grazing sudden glass and decorating the floor in small crimson streaks.

Yet Felix didn't feel the pain, his back radiating an immense pain that blinded all of his other senses.

So he continued, wrapping his dainty hands around the inconsistent shards and placing them on the wooden side table with a shakey arm.

Eventually the majority of glass had been placed onto the bed side and the rustling of Changbin looking for a cloth died down, Felix quick to hide his grazed hands under the darkened covers.

Anger quickly dissolved into surprise, only minuscule shards reflecting the early morning light.

Surprise flourished into worry, picking up Felixs dainty hand in his own and inspecting the small gnashes on his pearl skin.

"Felix! For fricks sake. I would have gotten it myself you dummy" Changbin groaned, using the midnight black cloth to envelop the others minuscule hand.

"S-sorry?" His small voice echoed, decorated in a grainy strain and guilt, overall sounding like an ill puppy.

And he sure looked like one, with his widened eyes and droopy eyebrows, Changbin could vision the puppy within him, curling up into a small ball.

"It's fine, just next time, let me do it" Changbin emphasised, eyes rolling around the room until they stopped on a black handled pocket knife, the blade custom made and a metallic red colour, almost as if blood had seeped into the crevices of the design.

And Felix was alarmed.

Firstly, why was he holding it so delicately? As if the blade was a feather and not an object of pure damnation.

And why now?

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you" Changbin chuckled, the low noise echoing through Felixs small ears.

What a liar. 'I'm not gonna hurt you' well you already have.

Is what Felix would have said, if he was full of liquid confidence but with his only drink being a cold glass of water, he felt timid.

And hungry.

As if on cue, his stomach decide to let out a low rumble, a raise of eyebrows being the response from the male who left and returned again fifteen minutes later with a bowl of miso soup.