insecure || Changlix

fourteen

Changbin lead them into his room.
Felix was still embarrassed about what happened that night when he was tired and fall asleep into the others arms without even knowing. So he adverted his eyes to the bottom, to not having to look at the bed.

The other boy opened another door inside his bedroom and went inside, Felix just quietly followed him into there.

The room was huge, way bigger than his actual bedroom but there were barely any furniture in there. Three walls were completely held in withe and the other wall, that was directed towards the garden was replaced with large windows. The younger was surprised as he saw a comfy looking couch in one corner of the room, with many big pillows and fairy lights all around the place. It somehow seemed like a little safe place and didn't fit with the image he had of the older.

Changbin sat himself on a chair behind a easel and gestured the other to sit across him. Felix made his way there and set down a bit unsure.
He didn't no how to behave and the situation was weirding him out.

Changbin began to just study the others face intensely for some seconds but Felix blushed and looked away quickly.

He heard a sigh and saw the other leaning back in his chair. "How can I draw you if you won't look at me?"

Felix shrugged his shoulders. "I-. It's just-. It's a bit akward."

"Awkward?" the other frowned an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah. You know like u-uncomfortable."
Felix responded with a small voice.

"So you're telling that I'm making you feel uncomfortable?" his voice wasn't angry rather amused. He found it funny which affect he had on the boy or at people in general.

"I-. N-no."

"Why are you stuttering then? I thought I told you to stop.", Changbin leaned now a bit forward into his seat and propped his head on his arms while staring intensely at the others eyes. But the latter looked quickly away. Again.
He just couldn't cope with that unreadable and dark expression in his eyes.
"It's amusing how you're saying one thing and behaving completely different."

Felix just kept his eyes fixed at the wooden tiles  and fiddled nervously with the hem of his sleeves. He was also behaving this way when he was nervous.

Changbin said nothing for a while, just continuing to look at the other. "If you're feeling so uncomfortable, then let's have a conversation while I'm trying to draw you. That should make things less weird."

Felix looked up slightly and saw in relief that the latter had leaned back in his seat again and was now holding a pencil in his hands.

Conversations didn't make him less uncomfortable actually, since he never knew what he should say and because he was afraid to say something wrong . But he didn't want to discuss with the other and nodded.

"Ask me something.", Changbin spoke in an neutral tone.
Felix thought for a second, he didn't know what he could ask him, so he would go with something cliché. Of course there were many things he wanted to know from the latter.

Like if he was really in a gang. Did he had murder someone? Why did he stick with that Bambam even though he seemed to hate him? About what deal were they talking about? What was the thing that could ruin him? Why were his eyes so unemotional? Why did he come Felix so close in the art room? But he knew that  he couldn't ask any of it.

"What is your favorite color?" the other frowned his brows a bit at the question as to say 'really?' but he didn't say anything about it.

"Navy Blue. It's ironically beautiful."
Now it was Felix turn to frown. "Ironically?"