Changbin POV
I sigh, watching Felix continue to remove the extra fabric on his new dress. He seems so interested in it. He's done this before. He just doesn't do anything else until it's done.
"Can you hand me another safety pin?" He asks.
I grab one from his desk and hand it to him. He keeps the pin between his lips, grabbing his scissors to cut the seam of the chest. He makes the fabric lay flatter and pins it.
He had it on inside out so he could adjust it while wearing it. It was blue and looked silky. He told me we had to dress up as Cinderella and Prince Charming. Which means he's gonna dye my hair brown. Great.
"Hey, Babe, can you pause for a minute?" I ask.
"No, I'll lose my place, mess up, rip the dress on accident, and then I'll have to get a new one." He pouts.
I sigh. "Then do it faster. I need to eat."
"Starve."
I whine and lay on our bed. He puts more safety pins in the dress where he needs to sew. He does the other side, then finally takes it off and hangs it in the closet. He climbs into my lap, and pulls the cropped sweatshirt over his head.
"We can go eat now." He smiles.
I sit up and kiss his lips. "Oh, good." I smile. "Don't wear a croptop. That shit's mine." I hug around his waist.
"You don't tell me what to do." He shakes his head.
"Then you'll listen to me tonight." I whisper.
He blushes and nods. "That's fair." He goes to the bathroom to put on some simple makeup.
I put on my black hoodie with a white shirt over it and some black sweatpants. Felix comes out of the bathroom and shows off his outfit and makeup. He had his croptop sweatshirt on over his favorite gray sweatpants, which were actually mine, but he stole them.
"You look pretty." I smile.
He nods. I ruffle his messy hair and hold his hand. He grabs his big, fluffy pink coat and puts his velcro shoes on. I slip on my black Vans and we leave for lunch. I catch him staring at our hands, which were intertwined. I raise his hand up and kiss his knuckles gently.
"I love you." I say softly.
"No, I love you." He pouts. "It's not fair. You started that one."
"Oops. Guess I have to kiss you again." I shrug.
He clings to my hand, puffing his cheeks out with a cute pout. I smile and kiss his soft cheeks. He blinks at me.
"Binnie, what are we gonna eat?"
"Probably just go to your moms' house." I shrug.
He pouts. "But Mama is gonna scream." He whines.
"Oh, well. That's not my fault for not telling your parents."
He looks at me nervously. "Please, don't leave me, then."
"If they get too loud, just squeeze my hand or cover your ears or something. Okay?"
He nods. He adjusts his purse and continues to walk with me until we reach my car. I open the car door for him, then go around to the driver's seat.
"Are you good?" I ask.
He nods. "I'm alright." He opens his purse and grabs a small bottle.
"Do not take that right now."
"Binnie, I need to just in case I start to panic."
"Absolutely not. They'll know you carry that around and you know how they are about drugs."
"Please, I can't handle it!" He starts shaking and clawing at his seat belt.
"Babe, look at me. Let me see your eyes." I hold his hand.
He looks at me with teary eyes. "Binnie, please, I can't breathe."
"You can take half the dose." I say.
"Please do it for me." He hands me the bottle, his hands trembling.
I read the label he'd made about a year ago. "Okay, I'm gonna give you one."
He nods. I hand him one and he takes it with his little water bottle he carries around.
"There." I caress his cheek. "Just take a big deep breath." I pet his hair.
