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Felix pulls a baggy from his pocket and flashes it at Hyunjin — a smashed mess of brownie crumbs, but Hyunjin lights up like Felix is his crack dealer.
“Felix! My angel!” Hyunjin presses his hands together like he’s praying — or begging. “I love you sooooo much!”
Felix hands it over, smiling like a loon. Hyunjin bounces and does a little dance that’s somewhere between swimming and wriggling like a puppy.
“I love you, too, you beautiful baking enabler.” Felix watches fondly as Hyunjin chows down on warm, mushy brownie bits. Felix blows him a kiss.
Minho walks over and snatches the kiss out of the air. “MWAHAHAHAH! MY POPO! Yongbok-ah is mine!”
“I have brownies, your words can’t hurt me!” Hyunjin sing-songs.
Minho wraps an arm around Felix’s waist and smiles at him with all his charms. Minho is handsome normally, but breathtaking when he’s happy. Felix feels the nearly irresistible urge to kiss him—and ruthlessly reminds himself what his hyung will be doing at 7:45.
They watch Hyunjin stick his face inside the plastic bag and inhale.
“When he suffocates himself on empty brownie baggies, I’m turning you in for murder,” Minho says, biting into the oatmeal raisin cookie Felix hands him.
Felix manages to hold in the automatic, “Is there anything I can do to keep you from turning me in?” Instead, he suavely chokes on his own saliva.
Minho rubs his back and cops a feel of his ass.
Hyunjin suddenly steps in front of Felix and hands him a bottle of water. He gulps it down while Hyunjin fusses with Felix’s fluffy, blond hair.
“Do you want to go out, tonight, baby?” Hyunjin asks.
“Desperately,” Felix says, and sees Minho frown in the mirror. “But you should stay home.”
“If you’re going, I want to go. You know I love to dance.” Hyunjin wraps himself around Felix cheek-to-cheek, one hand clasped tight to the body, one hand clasped dramatically to the left.
Hyunjin tangoes Felix dramatically across the hardwood of the practice room. Felix looks at his hand in Hyunjin’s hand. While he hates it when Hyunjin points it out, he loves to look at Hyunjin’s hands enveloping his fingers like they’re dainty. Felix laughs when Hyunjin dips him.
“I love to watch you dance,” Minho says affectionately. It sounds like he means it. It makes Felix’s heart flutter, even though he knows Minho wasn’t talking to him.
But then he catches Minho’s expression in the mirror. It is sad enough to make him want to insist that Hyunjin stay home. His bone-deep need to make Minho happy is how he got in this mess with Seungmin in the first place. He wants to spend the night curled up, drinking cocoa in bed watching cat videos with Minho.
But the triumphant, delighted look in Hyunjin’s eyes makes it impossible to say no.
“Then we’re going!” Hyunjin twirls him.
He may not spend the night curled up with Minho, but he will be spending the night with Hyunjin.
“Minho-hyung, do you want to come dancing tonight?” Felix asks politely, but he knows what his hyung will say.
“No, thank you, Yongbok-ah. As you know, I’m a homebody.” At first, Minho looks…empty. Then, two seconds later Minho claps twice and his mischief-making, task-master facade. “Back to practice, now!”
Felix takes a gulp of water before hitting the floor and offers his bottle to Hyunjin, who finishes the bottle off. Felix shakes his head. Hyunjin drinks twice as much water as Felix and is still always thirsty.
At 7:45, Minho yells, “Stretch break!”
Felix’s cue to do his 28-minute rehab and stretching routine while listening to Hyunjin get plowed in the changing room through a very thin wall. Compressed wood lockers and a wall of mirrors cannot compete with Minho’s dick game.
7:48, Felix is doing pose of the child . Minho is doing something awesome to Hyunjin’s dick that Felix doesn’t need to speculate about, but can’t help thinking about, all the same.
7:57, Felix starts doing bridges. He doesn’t want to toot his own horn, but he’s pretty fucking awesome at this. He’s making contact with the mat with only his shoulders, head, and the balls of his feet, abs tight, ass clenched, dick stiff, and marching in place. Hyunjin’s doing something with his ass, but it’s not clenching. Hyunjin complains about Changbin, but fuck . Hyunjin’s so loud.
8:01, Felix moves on to core exercises, bouncing on the stability ball. Hyunjin moves on to bouncing on Minho’s dick and rhythmic grunting.
The whole thing is driving Felix insane, and it happens like this on the daily. They have a schedule.
At 8:10, Felix hears the showers turn on. That is their signal that it’s safe to go into the changing room to rinse off and change out of his already sweaty clothes and into a dry set for nightly group practice before everyone else arrives at 8:30.
Felix pulls off his sweat-sticky shirt and drops it in his locker. He looks up and sees Minho.
Minho, who is supposed to be safely ensconced in a shower cubicle, away from Felix’s goddamn wandering eyes. Instead, Minho is just out, wandering around naked. Ok, he’s wearing pants. But he’s topless—flashing around skin Felix doesn’t regularly see.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” Felix covers his eyes and backs out of the changing room, breathing hard.
He runs down the hall to 3Racha’s studio.
Felix bursts in shouting, “Chris!!!”
Changbin, Han, and I.N all hoot and holler as Felix walks in. “Nice abs!” is the most PG-rated thing they say.
“Oi! Cunts! I’m having a crisis!” Felix flips them off.
“A topless crisis?” Han asks.
“Yes!”
“Binnie, can you take over recording with Seungmin?”
Seungmin looks at the wall to the left of Felix with contempt. Nothing new there. Felix fucked that up and there doesn’t seem to be anything he can do to make it better, but he’s trying.
Chris grabs Felix by the hand and drags him out the door, down the hall, and into the studio with the broken mixing board. He lets the door close all the way before he talks.
“Please, tell me about your topless emergency. But also, the rehab is looking good on you, man.”
“Thank you!” Felix says. “But it will all be for nothing, because I am going to fuck up again if you do not slap some sense into me immediately.”
“Minho, again?”
“I was just minding my own business at 8:10! 8:10! Our agreed-upon time! He was supposed to be in the shower, not topless in the changing room, smelling like sex and Hyunjin’s sweat! He’s trying to break me. He’s trying to take my fragile sanity and crack it like an egg and completely scramble my brains forever.”
“I’ll talk to him about the importance of keeping his agreement with you about stretch break timing.”
“I will get on my knees and beg to suck his dick if you don’t stop me. I am stupid and easy as fuck. But I am doing my best not to cause any more drama with Seungmin.” Felix grabs Chris’s black hoodie in his fists and shakes limply. “Please, help me.”
“I said I would talk to him.” Chris pulls Felix into a hug. “Commere.”
Felix lays his head on Chris’s shoulder, and Chris pats Felix’s naked back just as Seungmin walks in.
“Eh-hmm.” Seungmin clears his throat.
Rather than jump apart, Chris leans into it, wrapping his arm fully around Felix’s back as he turns to Seungmin.
“It’s time to go to dance practice.” Seungmin’s face is carefully blank.
“Thanks, Seungmin.” Felix’s voice is so low it’s practically subliminal.
Seungmin ruthlessly ignores Felix’s psychic plea for eye contact.
“I didn’t want you to be late,” Seungmin tells Chris.
“We appreciate it. Don’t we, Felix?” Chris squeezes Felix’s shoulder
“Um.” Felix tries to cover his naked chest with his arms awkwardly. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Seungmin–” Felix needn’t have bothered. Seungmin turns away as Felix reaches a hand toward him. He should be used to this by now.
As he walks out the door, Seungmin’s head turns, almost like he’s going to look back, but he doesn’t. Instead, he squeezes his fist and slams the door.
Felix looks up and blinks. He’s not trying not to cry. He’s just super into counting ceiling tiles.
Chris pats Felix’s back. “He can’t hold out forever.”
“You told me that a year ago, too.” He taps his right foot repetitively on the floor. There are 37.25 ceiling tiles.
“It’s Seungmin.” Chris shrugs. “Nobody holds a grudge like our Seungmin. But even he’ll come around.”
Felix fights valiantly to keep his full eyes from streaming down his face because, “I am going to be alone forever.”
“You’re not alone.”
“I’m lonely.” Felix loses his battle with tears. “I miss him so fucking much.”
“Did you think you wouldn’t?” Chris wipes at the tears under Felix’s eyes with his thumbs.
Felix sniffles. “I thought we’d all live happily ever after.”
Felix wears new high-rise, wide-leg jeans and a crocheted crop top with his hair up, cute in a bun with a little braid the Hyunjin put in it. The amount of makeup he’s wearing everywhere but where he has freckles is absurd and entirely because he let Hyunjin do his makeup, too. Hyunjin, on the other hand, is wearing BB cream, sparkly rouge lip gloss, and little pigtail buns with his matching white linen pants and vest set.
He looks good enough to eat.
Which is the point.
Not that anyone can see a damn thing in this club. The strobe lights are blinding on the main floor. Despite hiding in a more private nook, the packed Itewon club is dark, loud, and incredibly close. People press in on them from all sides. There’s no room for them to leave room for Jesus.
The thigh wrapping around his hip on the two beat belongs to Hyunjin. So does the warm breath tickling his throat. There is only room to dance together like gears grinding. Felix loops his arms loosely around Hyunjin’s neck, then spins around, his back to Hyunjin’s front. He’s got to find a man to scratch this itch for him tonight.
In the meantime, Hyunjin pulls Felix’s left arm up and back around his neck while they dance. Felix plays with Hyunjin’s hair. It’s sweaty, but Felix doesn’t care. Hyunjin’s hot palm presses into the sweat-damp skin of Felix’s bare midriff. The ridges of Hyunjin’s fingers imprint on his skin.
Hyunjin leans in and shouts in Felix’s ear to be heard over the thumping beat of the trap music. “See anything you like, baby?”
“I’m not done dancing, yet!” Felix shouts back. “See anything you like?”
Hyunjin’s thumb slips under the waistband of Felix’s jeans. The moan that escapes his lips is lost in the thumping noise of the music.
Fuck, maybe he’s done dancing.
Hyunjin pulls Felix in by his hand on Felix’s waist, leans down and shouts into his throat.
“I want…” Hyunjin pauses, then points, “him! With the stubble and the ruffles on his pants.”
“I think those might be pockets?” Felix doesn’t care, he just hates being Hyunjin’s extrovert friend sometimes.
“I’m not interested in the pants!” Hyunjin nips Felix’s neck in punishment.
Felix shivers.
“Fine, fine!”
They ease their way across the dance floor still wrapped in each other. When they’re about five feet from ruffle/pocket pants guy, Felix shimmies out of Hyunjin’s full-body hold and walks over to pants guy.
“Hi!” Felix shouts with a smile and a wave. “I’m Felix!”
“Hi! Antonio!” Pants guy shouts back.
“My friend in white,” Felix points at Hyunjin, and Hyunjin waves, “thinks you’re gorgeous and was wondering if you’d like to go in the back and fuck?”
“You come, too?”
Felix laughs. “No! Just Sam.”
Antonio frowns quizzically. “And you watch?”
Felix pulls his phone out. “And I take your photo, go get a drink at the bar, and delete it when he comes back.”
Felix snaps 37 photos, scowling. The strobe lighting makes it hard to get a picture with both of Antonio’s eyes open at the same time. Antonio smiles for a photo with Hyunjin, and that cunt is so photogenic that Antonio manages to have his eyes open at the right time.
After they leave, Felix wanders over to the bar, where he hears a tall, brutally hot butch girl with immaculate tits and an Aussie accent lose her femme girl to a complete douche of a guy a few feet away. Felix dressed on the pretty girl side of genderqueer tonight.
Felix thinks, “If I can’t have love, at least I can have the temporary validation of making someone who doesn’t want me come their brains out. fml”
He adds another layer of lipstick as he says, “Don’t worry about her. Let me buy you a drink, then take you in the back and eat your pussy.”
“I’m a lesbian.”
“I’m a Sagittarius.”
“I don’t fuck men, not even insanely pretty men.”
“A) Thank you, B) I didn’t ask to fuck, and C) I’m gender fluid. I get that dick isn’t for everyone. Ngl, it is for me, tho.” Strictly speaking, this is misleading. Felix has never tried anything he didn’t like. But eating out lesbians is absolutely for him.
“Then why are you offering to eat me out?”
“My tongue works if you have a dick or not, and you deserve something nice after that brush off.”
“And you’re something nice?”
Felix grins. “Oh, baby. I’m something very, very nice.”
“I’m Veronica.”