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Felix threw himself onto Chan's bed, a whine about to leave his mouth. The situation wasn't really as bad as he was making it out to be, but what was he supposed to do? Pretend to be happy that the stupid university administration paired him up with fucking Seo Changbin to be roommates? Like hell he would.
It was no secret that Felix and Changbin hated each other's guts. They had always hated each other and in such a small town, change wasn't really encouraged. So even if there had been any intention from either part to mend their relationship, which there hadn't, by the way, the constant reminders that they were sworn enemies maintained the fire of their hatreds alive.
To be fair, Felix hadn't always hated Changbin. He had moved into town during their second year of high school, when the school year was almost ending and had initially crushed on the boy. Their teacher had sat them together, moving Jisung who was previously occupying what became Felix’s desk for the rest of the year.
Felix, ever so excited to meet new people had smiled brightly to his new seat mate and extended a hand to him,
"Hi! I'm Felix," he'd said. Changbin had not met him with the same excitement, still pissed that he and his best friend had been separated.
"Whatever," he'd grumbled, turning his face away from Felix, who made himself busy by taking out his pencil pouch, suddenly feeling self conscious that it had little flower drawings on it.
And as much as Felix was a sweetheart, he was fiery, especially at that age, when puberty was at its peak and his feelings were always threatening to escape the tight constraints he kept them under. So he tried, once or twice, to talk to Changbin like a civilised person, and when the energy wasn’t reciprocated, he just stopped.
He didn't start hating Changbin until their fourth year of high school, though, after he was caught cheating at a test and decided to bring Felix down with him as well. Had Felix been cheating too? Yes, but that was none of Changbin's business. And if Changbin didn't like to lose, Felix was way worse. That evening, when they were stuck in detention together, Felix had drilled holes in the back of Changbin’s head with his eyes.
It wasn't until Changbin realised that Felix hated him too, that war finally began. At first, Changbin's hate was one-sided, so Felix smiled at him, plainly ignoring all of Changbin's attempts to make him pissed. But once he started getting pissed off, Changbin started getting bolder as well.
What started with hiding his backpack, moved on to Felix's lunch money disappearing and Changbin's expensive skateboard being accidentally run over by Felix’s motorbike. And that escalated to one or the other showing up with black eyes, fighting loudly in class and finding out stuff about each other to use as blackmail material to get something in exchange.
Felix was beyond glad when he went into college, even if he was staying in the same old boring town, because there was a chance, at least a small chance, that they wouldn't have to be together ever again.
Sure, maybe they'd catch each other in the halls, but nothing said that they ever needed to interact again. Even their majors were completely different. What did a psych major need to do with a music production one? Absolutely nothing. Which is what he had said to the lady on the phone when he called to ask for a roommate switch. Apparently there was "nothing we can do about it, sweetheart, I'm afraid you're stuck together".
Chan laughed as his friend ranted, hand absimentaly playing with his hair. Chan was, unfortunately, a friend of both. Which made Felix not complain much about Changbin to him, knowing how much the elder cared about his worst fucking enemy. This, however, was an emergency.
"Huh, that's weird," Chan said after a while. Felix stopped with his verbal vomit to look at him questioningly. "He hasn't come to me to complain about it yet."
Felix shrugged, he truly knew nothing about how the other actually thought, all facts were clouded with his undying hate for him, making it hard to distinguish what was actually true and what his hate blinded mind had made up to further fuel the fire.
Turns out, Changbin didn't know about it at all, which Felix came to find out when he was very calmly reading on the side he had picked out from the room, he had gotten there first, and that granted him choosing rights, thank you very much.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Changbin asked him the second he saw him after opening the door.
"Why don't you guess?" Felix replied curtly. "Or has all the weed finally killed all your fucking neurons?" He scoffed, already smelling the awfully sweet scent on his roommate, "although now that I think about it, you've always been pretty fucking stupid. Which explains why you think I'm here by choice."
Changbin laughed dryly. He set his three cardboard boxes on top of the desk that was on the other side of the room, and plugged his earphones on, letting Felix know he wasn't going to get any answer from him.
It kinda bothered him that he didn't fight back sometimes, especially when Felix was purposely trying to make him snap. It was always fun to see him burning with rage, threatening to kill him, it made Felix feel alive, sparkling something in him that he couldn't (and didn't want to) pinpoint.
He stood up, threw the book on top of his bed after marking the page, and left, knocking Changbin's shoulder with his as he walked past him. He didn't even bother telling him not to mess with his shit, it's not like Changbin would hear him anyways.
Felix decided that it was better if he completely avoided the other's presence entirely, so he sneakily took a picture of his schedule and made sure to never be in the room when Changbin was free, just in case he decided to rest or whatever it was he did in his free time, besides being the evil spawn.
And to be fair, Felix was pretty busy being the bassist and face of him and his friend's band, called The Mullets. It consisted of Seungmin, who was the main vocalist and guitarist, Hyunjin, who played second guitar and did backing vocals and Jeongin who played the drums like a godsent.
They had made deals with a bunch of bars from around the college area to play there on different days of the week, and when they weren't playing they were studying or rehearsing together.
The thing about playing in a band and being friends with other musicians, was that you were bound to play at the same place at some point or the other. And while he was glad to see Chan and hell, even Jisung, he was not happy about seeing Changbin at all. The trio played a similar kind of music as they did, although theirs was a bit more rap-influenced and The Mullets played strictly rock.
The worst and only bad thing about having one of your best friends play in a band as well, was that Felix would, inevitably, go see Chan play live at some point. He had seen him backstage, as they were leaving after playing, and Chan had all but begged for him to stay to watch, saying there was something special about that night.
Felix made himself comfortable on one of the stools by the bar, nursing a glass of whatever the bartender had given him in his left hand, and watched the stage excitedly as he waited for his friend to come up.
The first one to come up was Jisung, bass already on his hands, fingernails painted black as he usually had them for their stages. Next was Chan, for whom Felix (and a bunch of girls) cheered loudly, he immediately picked his guitar from its stand and fixed the mic to reach it better. Lastly, Changbin walked in.
The band always made an effort with their outfits when performing, as every artist ever did, but 3RACHA always outdid themselves. Felix knew most of it was Chan's doing and he was immensely proud of his friend for being a goddamn genius, but right now he wanted him dead.
He didn't know if Changbin's outfit had been Chan's idea at all, but he had insisted he stayed to watch, so he could at least blame him for that. Changbin was wearing a muscle tee (although it looked more like an actual shirt he had cut the sleeves off from) which left his arms on display, perfectly glistening under the stage lights. He sat down behind the drum set and counted the beat before the first song started.
Maybe it had been Felix’s imagination, but the fucker didn't stop looking at him the entire performance. Was he even looking at his goddamn instrument? God, he was so infuriating. He realised, and he was instantly filled with anger, that the drummer was checking him out .
Sure, Felix looked good, he knew this. He had worn leather pants for the performance and a mesh shirt that showcased both of his pierced nipples, and he hadn't really bothered to change before sitting down to watch his friend. And Felix was used to these kinds of looks from women and men alike, especially when he was on stage, but seeing it from Changbin, his fucking enemy, made something burn in his heart, probably the desire to beat Changbin up.
The bar was small enough for Felix to be able to see almost every detail of Changbin from his seat. The way his arms moved as he played, how the vein in his neck popped when he rapped (Felix had to push down the mental image of his hands around his neck, the same vein popping up), it was all on display for Felix, taunting him.
When the performance ended, Felix finished his drink and left, walking into the alley next to the bar, throwing his head back as the smoke from his cigarette filled up his lungs. He stayed there for a few peaceful minutes, just enjoying the bitter smoke and the leftover buzz from the amplifiers.
He made his way back to the dorm quietly humming to himself, ignoring the newfound fire in his heart and at the bottom of his stomach.
It was crystal clear to every person in town that Changbin hated Felix. He had been asked why a lot of times, because everyone else seemed to absolutely adore the freckled boy, which only spurred Changbin's hatred even more.
He had no reason as to why he hated him, and he didn't need one. He hated Lee Felix and that was that.
Being friends with Chan had made him cross paths with Felix way too many times, but if the first performance had been too much, Chan continuing to all but beg the younger to stay to watch them, and then proceed to make Changbin show off his arms and wear tighter jeans and eyeliner, was where Changbin should've drawn the line.
The first night had been hell, not only had he been caught staring, but Felix hadn't shied away from his gaze at all, unlike what Changbin had expected. And then suddenly Chan felt like going to see Felix even when their gigs didn't coincide, and Changbin was inevitably dragged along.
And holy shit, was Felix a sight to behold when performing. He was so much different to his usual bubbly self, turning into a much stronger, fiercer person that had actually made Changbin feel weak at the knees the first time he'd seen him. Felix was never bubbly towards him, but even his hateful eyes couldn't compete with the expression the younger had on when performing. It didn't help that Felix would look at him, an eyebrow raised and a cocky smirk that only told Changbin he was aware of the effect he had on him.
It was a summer night on a Saturday, and Joe’s bar was filled to the brim with people of all ages. Chan had gotten seats close to the makeshift stage where The Mullets would play. He was watching Lee Felix and fighting the urge to punch the smirk out of him, when he noticed the younger one was watching him too, as he usually did. In fact, he noticed that his whole body was turned to face Changbin. He was wearing a fishnet shirt with a Metallica crop-top on top, and The Tightest pair of jeans Changbin had ever seen in his fucking life. It was stupid to even allow himself to think it, and Changbin would never say this out loud, but he looked kind of hot.
As Felix pierced him with his gaze, Changbin felt his breath hitch. He hated this, he truly despised this. He didn’t enjoy the way goosebumps traveled throughout his spine, and he didn’t like the way he was waiting, expecting something, anything. This, whatever it was, was not allowed, he hated Lee Felix and in no way was he supposed to be feeling a tightness in his jeans just from an exchange of looks.
He wanted to look away, he wanted to avoid his gaze, run from it, hide. But something inside of him kept telling him to hold the eye-contact, to not let Felix win. And if there was something that Changbin loved doing, was making Lee Felix lose.
So Seo Changbin looked at Lee Felix and raised an eyebrow in defiance. Felix smirked. Changbin pretended he hadn’t gotten chills all over his body, and allowed his eyes to wander through Felix’s body. His eyes wandered through his face, admiring (with a lot of hate and despise, obviously) the way his freckles adorned his face like little paint stains on canvas. He looked at his neck and pushed back the mental image of it covered in hickeys. He looked at his chest, puffed so arrogantly, and his hands, playing the bass so beautifully. His thighs were hugged by the jeans in an almost obscene way.
Felix’s smirk grew impossibly bigger and Changbin almost blushed as he realized he was being checked out the same way he had checked Felix out. He felt his ears heat up as Felix stopped, looked at his growing erection, and smiled cockily, making eye contact with him.
Was it just him or was the room getting hotter? Changbin needed some fresh air.
He stood up, telling Chan he was going out for a second, and ignoring Felix’s eyes on the back of his neck. He went out through the back door leading to a small alleyway everyone used for smoking. Changbin thanked god it was deserted, and let out a big sigh, pressing his back against the brick wall, allowing himself to give in to the liberating sensation of not being under Felix’s gaze anymore.
A sensation that lasted shortly, because not five minutes after he heard the music stopping, he felt steps going towards him. He opened his eyes and wished he hadn’t. The Felix that was standing in front of him was a Felix he hadn’t seen before. His eyes were dark and filled with lust, and something that Changbin couldn’t quite comprehend. He walked towards Changbin who felt himself shrink almost instinctively, puffing his chest out in an attempt to mask it. Felix smirked, and suddenly he was so close and Changbin couldn’t think anymore.
“Liked what you saw?”
Changbin took a tiny step forward in an effort to intimidate the blonde. Two could play this game.
“Nah, not really. You were pretty average, to be honest. The bass is not really my thing, but I bet I could play much better than you,” he spat out and smirked as he watched Felix’s expression darken, turning into something sinister.
This was part of their antics, teasing each other with the things that bothered them the most, watching each other's eyes burn with rage, see what their reaction would be. Sometimes, it would end up in the speaker getting home with a few new bruises in his body. Sometimes, and those were the best ones, whoever had been attacked didn't say anything, just looked at the other with the promise that he'd take revenge.
Felix walked closer and their chests were touching, and then Felix's hand was tugging at his hair, making him look him in the eye. He resisted it for a moment, only for Felix to pull harder, causing him to wince and look at him.
"You know, that's not what your body tells me," he said, knee sliding in between Changbin's legs and pressing at his still very present erection, "you seriously think I wouldn't notice you getting hard like a pathetic little whore, just from watching me play?" He accentuated his words by tugging his hair harder, eliciting another wince from Changbin who was trying really hard not to get on his knees right there and then.
He couldn't let him win. It wasn't really about dominance, and Changbin wasn't ashamed to say he liked to bottom nine times out of ten. It was about pride, about losing a war that had been going on for years. So Changbin bit back.
"That's just what happens when I watch pretty sluts on stage," he said. Felix's gaze, against all laws of nature, darkened even more and he didn't even have time to react to the intensity of it when he felt a sharp slap on his left cheek.
Changbin wanted to be mad, he wanted his chest to burn with fury strong enough to push the younger off, to tell him to fuck off. But the heat pooling at the bottom of his stomach was much stronger, once again, he was thinking with the wrong head. He had barely reacted to the slap when Felix was already talking again.
"Watch your mouth, bitch, or I'll stuff it full of cock" he said in his ear, the hand that had slapped him tapped the burning cheek two times as he spoke.
Felix smirked, and took his hand off his hair before leaving Changbin alone, panting, and definitely hard.
The ride back home was sort of awkward, especially because Chan was very curious as to why his best friend had disappeared for fifteen minutes and had come back red as a beetle. Once they were finally back on campus, he walked to his room quietly, wishing to just go to sleep after that weird episode with Felix. He should’ve known that Lee Felix wasn’t going to let it slide so easily.
When he opened the door, Felix was already in the dorm, sitting on his bed, expression still dark, but a bit more serious now.
"Changbin," Felix started once he had closed the door behind him. He looked at the blonde and waited for him to continue. "I know we hate each other and all, but I wanted to apologise for the whole alley thing, I never really got your consent to do or say any of that."
Normally, Changbin would scoff at anything that came out of Felix's mouth, but as much as he hated to admit it, it was a nice gesture.
"I didn't mind it," he shrugged and hesitated "If it were to happen again, you have my consent," he added, looking away.
Felix stood up. "And if I wanted more," he asked, slowly walking closer to him, "if I wanted to watch you fall apart under me, would I have your consent, then?"
Changbin cursed at himself when he felt his cock twitch in interest, but nodded regardless before clearing his throat "If something I didn't want were to happen I'd stop you," he said.
"What's your safe word, Changbin?"
Damn. They needed a safe word? He hadn't really thought Felix had it in him to have anything but vanilla sex, he always looked like the kind of person who gets shy when talking about sex, much less kinky sex, but apparently he had thought wrong.
"Vanilla," he said, chuckling. Felix repeated the word, and nodded.
"What's your colour?"
"Green."
Felix's hands were pushing him onto his bed before he could blink, and suddenly the back of his legs were touching the bed and he was falling on it, Felix straddling him.
Never would have Changbin thought Felix would get close to him in any other context that wasn't a fist fight, much less did he imagine he'd have him straddling him like this. From this angle, Felix looked really good, freckles and leftover make up all in display for him, almost taunting him.
The closeness, the heat of Felix’s body, the intensity of his gaze were making Changbin's mind go dizzy, and he was sure his eyes were already hazy with lust. The voice inside his head that wanted to fight for dominance, to not let himself crumble at Felix's hands so easy was still there, somehow getting quieter by the second.
He started to move his hands to rest them on Felix’s hips but he was stopped by said boy holding them up, pressing them against the mattress. He didn't tell him to stay put, so Changbin moved again, putting them on the sides of his torso. He received another harsh slap in return.
"Dumb bitch. Do I really have to tell you everything?" he rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Stay put or I'll tie you up and leave you like this."
He almost wanted to defy him again, to see him get pissed, to see just how far he'd go, but the look in Felix's eyes told him he was probably serious about leaving him tied up and hard, so he decided against it.
"Good pet," he tapped the cheek again, this time, Changbin couldn't help the whimper that escaped his lips. Felix smirked in return.
Felix took his sweet time exploring Changbin's torso, moving his hands through his clothed abdomen, slowly sliding them up towards his pecs. He pinched at one of his nipples harshly, and hummed in satisfaction when the elder arched into the touch.
He lifted Changbin's shirt and took it off, throwing it somewhere in the room. He was too dazed to care where it had ended up. The feeling of Felix's calloused fingers running through his torso, circling his nipples softly was all he could focus on, mind hazy with lust.
Felix grabbed one of his pectorals, squeezing it lightly and Changbin whined high and needy. He wanted the younger to be rougher, harsher, to touch him where he needed it the most, but something about the idea of falling apart like this, slowly, pinned under his worst enemy, made his head spin.
So Changbin laid there, pliant and needy, and allowed Felix to rile him up like he always did, he was not used to not fighting back, though. The little voice in his head that had been fading ever since Felix pushed him into that damn mattress had finally quieted down enough for Changbin to allow himself to get lost in the younger’s touch.
"C'mon Lix, touch me," he finally begged, mostly to see what the younger would reply.
Felix scoffed and stood up, getting off the bed as he said "You take what I give you, ungrateful bitch."
For a moment, Changbin panicked, scared the younger was gonna leave him but the panic was quickly replaced with a giddy feeling of expectation when he saw Felix's next move.
He grabbed a bottle of lube from under his bed and threw it into Changbin's bed before climbing back on top. This time, he denied Changbin the sweet pleasure of having Felix's slim body pressed on top of him.
He looked at Changbin for a second, taking in the sight before him; Changbin's cheeks were blushed, eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open. Felix groaned at the sight and pushed two digits into Changbin's mouth, who accepted them in and allowed Felix to fuck his mouth with his fingers.
Felix took the fingers out and wiped them on Changbin's cheek before moving his hands to Changbin's pants, pulling them down along with his underwear.
Suddenly, Changbin was very aware that he was the only naked one in the room which caused him to whine in embarrassment, Felix looked at him in a way that made him feel like he was looking through his soul, as he spread his legs open, holding them to Changbin's chest.
"Use those dumb hands of yours to keep them in place, be useful for once, will you?" he said, chuckling as Changbin rushed to obey.
He hadn't finished moving when he felt a cold, lubed finger teasing at his entrance. He gasped at the feeling which only spurred Felix on, digit pressing into the tight hole.
From then on, everything went blurry. Changbin couldn't tell at which point Felix had added two more fingers because all he could focus on was how full he felt and how Felix's fingers were hitting his sweet spot every single time, making his eyes roll back and body arch into the touch. Someone was moaning, crying in pleasure, whimpering. His brain provided that it was probably him, but as much as he pushed himself to control his noises, he couldn't focus enough to do it.
Time seemed to move both too fast and too slow at the same time and Changbin was positively losing his goddamn mind because Felix was everywhere; his fingers teasing at his prostate and his body was pressed against his, Felix’s scent engulfing him.
He opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) and gasped at the sight of Felix's brow furrowed in concentration, tongue slightly poking out, forehead shiny with sweat. Changbin diggedd his nails against the backs of his thighs to prevent himself from grabbing Felix’s face and kiss him right there and then.
Such thoughts weren't allowed. It's not that he didn't kiss his one night stands, or that whenever Jisung was harshly fucking into him he didn't feel the need to make out with him until they were both out of breath. This was different though, it was Felix who was touching him now, Felix who hated him.
"Think you're ready for my cock, princess?" Felix asked mockingly, Changbin whimpered, whether it was at the tone he used or at the nickname, he didn't really know. He nodded uselessly and Felix chuckled.
He watched intently as Felix undid his zipper, not bothering to fully remove his pants, opened the condom wrapper carefully and slid it onto his dick, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with his exposed hole.
Felix licked his lips and Changbin bit his own to stop the fucking need to kiss him. He was quickly distracted as Felix started stretching him fully with his cock, slowly sliding inside. Felix waited for him to adjust, which was nice but then Changbin looked down and saw he hadn’t even gotten all the way in and whined in protest.
"Greedy whore wants all of my cock, huh?" Felix smirked when he bottomed out and Changbin arched his back in response, a mix of a gasp and a moan left his mouth. Felix groaned, murmured something that Changbin vaguely made out as "fuck it" before leaning in and pressing his lips against Changbin's.
Changbin sighed, finally getting to taste the younger’s sweet lips, and allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of Felix slowly, but harshly pounding into him as he kissed him just as slowly, more messy, with lots of tongue.
A part of his brain was surprised at the way Felix was fucking him, mostly surprised at the fact that he was actually fucking him . But then again no one ever really expected Changbin to bottom so he knew first hand that looks deceived.
And Felix was fucking him so well, the angle he had gotten in to kiss him was making him go so deep that Changbin didn't know what to do himself, not like he was doing much either way.
"Good girl, taking my cock so well," Felix praised taking one of Changbin's nipples between his fingers, twisting and pinching just enough to draw those sweet sounds from his lips.
Changbin gasped "Please, please, please." He didn’t know what he was begging for, brain consumed by lust and the desperate feeling of it not being enough.
"Please what?"
He thought about a request for as long as his mind allowed him to focus on anything other than how Felix was speeding up his thrusts. "Can I touch you?" he finally asked.
Something flashed in Felix's eyes at the tone Changbin had used, voice raspy and whiny from the loud moans that had been leaving his mouth for god knows how long. He nodded, grabbing one of Changbin's legs himself so that the elder knew he could let go of them.
Changbin placed a shaky hand on his waist, the other one sliding under his crop top and finding one of the pierced nipples that had made him lose his mind enough to end up under him hours later. He smiled dumbly when the younger’s thrust stuttered at the action.
In return, Felix wrapped a hand around Changbin's neglected cock, the elder moaning beautifully at the sudden stimulation.
Changbin could feel himself getting closer, and he was sure Felix could tell, too, but as much as he so desperately craved release, he wanted to make the experience longer, to have Felix buried deep inside him for as much as he could handle it.
"Why are you holding back, baby?" Felix asked when he saw Changbin bite his lip at a particularly sharp thrust paired with Felix’s hand rubbing at his head.
He didn’t know where he got the strength to answer a weak "Don't want this to end," but the answer provoked an endeared smile from Felix.
"Desperate slut doesn't wanna be empty?" he cooed, "Is that it?" Changbin nodded, embarrassed whimpers leaving his mouth "Don't worry your pretty little head about it, whore, I can just fuck you another time."
He moaned and Felix's smile was dripped in honey, "You'd like that, huh? Being my personal fucktoy? Mine to bury my dick into whenever I feel like it?"
"Please, I'm yours to use. Please."
"Of course you're mine, slut, you've always been, haven't you?"
Changbin could only nod, eyes rolling back from the way Felix had angled his thrusts, hitting against his prostate ruthlessly.
"What would everyone think if they saw oh-so-strong Changbin crumbling under my touch, huh?" Felix picked up on the way Changbin’s cheeks turned rosy "Of course you'd like that, wouldn't you? Letting Chan hyung know you're my pretty little hole, hm?"
He didn't know which one of Felix's phrases finally pushed him to the edge, but he hadn't even finished speaking when Changbin started coming, painting his own chest and Felix’s hand in strings of pearly white.
"Good slut," Felix praised as he milked him dry, "Now behave and let me use you til I finish."
With that, Felix's thrusts sped up again. He grabbed both of Changbin's thighs, spreading them further apart, fingers buried into the supple flesh. He wanted them covered in marks, a reminder for Changbin of who had made him fall apart like this.
Instead, he kissed his neck and sucked a hickey into it, and then another, and another. He leaned back to watch his creation.
Under him, with his neck covered in hickeys and a blissed out expression, Changbin was looking at him just as intensely as he had earlier. His eyes were not glossy, lower lip red and slightly puffy from all the biting it had been victim off. Changbin, Seo Changbin, looked like this because of him.
Before he knew it he was coming into the condom with his head thrown back and a low groan. He stayed inside of him, hips still moving softly as he rode his high.
With another groan he pulled out, getting the condom off his dick before it got too gross. He tied it into a knot and threw it in the trash bin he'd set under his desk.
When he glanced back at Changbin's bed the elder hadn't moved, same zoned out expression painted his face and as much as his body was begging for a shower and some sleep, he couldn't just leave Changbin like this.
A voice inside his head reminded him that they hated each other, but he quickly shut it down. It wasn't a matter of hate, he wasn't just about to leave him alone in that headspace.
So Felix grabbed some wet wipes from his own bedside table and made sure to clean Changbin well. He massaged the elders thighs as he figured they'd be sore from being in the same position for so long, and only when he deemed Changbin relaxed enough he suggested taking a shower.
Changbin nodded weakly and blushed when Felix had to help him get up, he refused his help to shower though, his mind had come back enough for him to be embarrassed about it.
While Changbin was busy cleaning up, Felix tidied up the mess the room had become. He picked up Changbin clothes from the floor and threw them into the laundry bin and tidied up his bed as well, making sure there were no dry cum stains in it.
They didn't say a word to each other as Changbin came back from his shower and Felix took his place and when he was back, Changbin had put on a t-shirt and some underwear and he was already under the blankets.
Felix got dressed up quickly, and got under the covers as well, turning off his own night lamp. Changbin's stayed on.
"That was, uh" Changbin hesitated. Felix tooked at him, even though he wasn't sure the elder could see him well. "It was nice, we should do it again sometime."
"Sure," Felix agreed a little too quickly. "Glad you had fun," he added after.
He had a question at the tip of his tongue, threatening to come out. Changbin beat him to it.
"Why do we hate each other?" he chuckled.
"I don't actually hate you, you know?" Felix smiled. "You're just really fucking annoying and it's fun to piss you off."
"I hated you because everyone likes you," Changbin said after a long pause. "And then I just kept finding excuses to get mad at you, to make you so pissed you'd jump at me. Maybe it was so that people wouldn't see you as an angel anymore, but that never really worked, did it?"
"And then it became a habit?"
Changbin hummed in response, and then laughed at his teenage self's logic. He hadn't grown that much, but at least he could tell how petty this whole deal was, right?
"I'm sorry for running over your skate," Felix started, a peace offering.
"I'm sorry for cracking your phone screen," Changbin continued.
"Oh my god, I knew it was you!"
The pair laughed. Nothing like getting fucked out of your mind to mend a relationship.
It was no secret that Felix and Changbin hated each other, which is why everyone had been shocked out of their minds when the two boys walked next to each other, joking about whatever, Changbin's neck covered in hickeys that were proof of the route their relationship had taken.
Changbin wouldn't admit it until much longer but he had started going to the shows Felix played voluntarily, aching to see the younger in his element. And Felix wouldn't say it out loud just yet, but whenever he saw the elder in the audience his heart hammered against his chest in a way it hadn't done before.