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⇛ Seoul Sunshine Homes
4:03pm

"I don't know, Min. I feel kinda bad for going off on him like that," Felix sighed, flinging his bag to the other side of the sofa before slumping against the cushions. "I think I even saw him cry. I really, really hate myself right now. I had no right to rub it in his face like that."

"It's good that you can at least see your mistake," Seungmin shrugged, taking a seat opposite the older. "But don't beat yourself up about it. You shed enough tears on the way here. He has been a dick to you anyways."

Felix's eyes went wide, heart skipping a beat at the sudden wave of embarrassment from the knowledge that Seungmin had witnessed his pathetic sobs. "H-how do you know that?"

"Rearview. And your sniffles are really loud," Seungmin teased, staring at the older with a soft, comforting expression. "I know it still hurts, Lix. But I need you to be honest with me, and yourself. Do you just like him? Or is there more to it?"

Felix looked down, sighing and sniffling again. "I just like him, Min. I just like him and I'll be over this soon."

"Felix," Seungmin narrowed his eyes at the older, scooting closer to him. "Do you love, Chan?"

Felix looked away, heart stinging from the external admission. His mind had brought forth that query of his level of attraction for the addict on several occasions, but Felix always tried to brush it aside... because he knew that there was more to it than what he portrayed.
There was more but he thought that pondering too much on it or expressing it verbally would make it more- make it real real. "S-Seungmin," he muttered, a stray, unintended tear slipping from his eye. "I don't care, okay? I just want to apologize to him and end things there."

"You love him, don't you?"

Sighing, Felix brought his gaze to meet the other's, quickly looking away. "I don't want to talk about this. I just- let's not talk about it."

"You do love him," Seungmin sighed, looking down. "If not that, then why are you so banked on apologizing to the boy responsible for your tears?"

"Seungmin, Chan told me some things that I know would be hard to tell anyone. I shouldn't have reproached him like that," Felix slumped deeper into the sofa, unloosing his tie from the neck. "I just want to apologize, nothing more."

"I hear you," the younger shrugged, resting his legs against the coffee table. "So when do you plan on doing that?"

"Well when I do it, I want it to be on a day where I'll have no chance of meeting him on any of the following days," Felix pursed his lips in thought. "And I can't trust myself to not crave a coconut latte during the week. So I'll go to the café on Friday morning."

"Morning?"

"Yeah. I'll be occupied during lunch. Minho is planning his proposal," Felix sniffled once more, only smiling brightly when the the thought of his superior's love took over. From his first observation, Felix honestly thought that the two were already married, but his surprise didn't keep him from being happy for the couple. "I'm actually honored to be a part of it."

"It's about damn time," Seungmin chuckled, grabbing the remote to watch something on the television whenever Felix decided to go freshen up. "They've been together for like ten or eleven years."

Felix's eyes widened as he stood up, halting to the back of the couch, letting his mind run over the information one more time. "Eleven years? Damn, I was like... nine."

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⇛ Blueprint Apartments
10:45pm

Chan rolled his eyes at what had to be the fiftieth unread message sent to Felix for just that day, flinging his phone to the other side of the bed and sighing. He laid side ways, tears streaming down his cheeks and temple though his face was kept still, and eyes were kept open.

He just kept thinking about his countless unfortunate encounters that day. But what hurt more was the outburst from the boy he had unintentionally held so dear to his heart- the boy he had confided to... the first person who's feelings had mattered to him. The person who had claimed to like him, trusted him, and helped him without judging him.

He'd never imagine that Felix would be the one to publicly shame him like that. He also hadn't imagined even in a million years that he, Christopher Bang, would be sulking at late hours over some guy.

What happened to that rule about 'no attachment', huh, Chan? What happened to 'no kisses to avoid hurt and obligation to reveal identities' if you were just fucking an anonymous person? You had all of that talk, yet there you were, sobbing over a secretary, imagining what his lips would feel like against yours... because you weren't scared to get attached, so much so that you got to such level without even recognizing- without even kissing.

The blonde was just about closing his puffy, tired eyes into slumber when he heard a familiar pattern of banging against his front door. "Fuck," he muttered, shaking childishly from rage before stomping out of his room, heading directly for the door. "Who is it- why am I not surprised?" Chan rolled his eyes at the shorter, clenching his jaw as he fought to avoid eye contact with Changbin. "What do you want?"

"To talk."

"What? There's nothing to talk about."

"Yes there is. For example since when do you work? And why at that café?"

"Changbin that's none of your-"

"Why Felix came to see you on several occasions? And what was you guys' little argument about?" Changbin tilted, spreading a smug, sarcastic smile, stealing the chance during Chan's frozen, flustered state to bypass the boy into his own apartment.

"Changbin what do you think you're-"

"I don't want to have sex with you, Chan. I just want to know what's happening between you and Felix." Changbin scoffed, welcoming himself so much that he was already slumped into the sofa, legs crossed as he eyed the clearly discomforted blonde. "I don't want either of you. But I still can't stand you two together. That just won't work. No. The prude Lee Felix, with the sex addict Chan- or Christopher, I should say," he winked teasingly before continuing. "No. That is practically impossible. So tell me your plan- what are you really trying with Felix?"

"Changbin I'm not trying anything. Now leave my fucking house please," Chan spoke sternly but calmly as he stood to the front of the couch, glaring at the male who had annoyingly made himself comfortable. "You and I broke off a while ago, okay? You seeing me at work today doesn't automatically mean that you have to come in contact with me again."

"Chan you are so hard of hearing," Changbin scoffed, tilting his head at the older. "Just tell me your diabolical plan, will you? Tell me why you're making moves on my ex, just because you found out I lied to you about something? You know it's funny how ironic this is. You supposedly break things off with me to start hanging with Felix while still seeing me and other people on the side. A liar leaves a liar to go lie to someone else." Changbin chuckled mockingly before standing, smirking at the visible veins popping in Chan's neck and arms.

The older's blood was boiling from that up front, unexpected confrontation from one of the people he genuinely detested. "Get the fuck out, Changbin," he spat, marching over to the door then opening it widely, indicating with his actions that the other should leave. "Don't come back here, okay? Just, stay out of my life."

"I know they say opposites attract, Chan. But magnets won't attract if one of them is filled with too much dirt. Yeah, the other will try, but they will fall off," Changbin shot a deriding smirk and wink at Chan before leaving, swaying his hips as he walked through the bare hallway, Chan almost gagging at the sight and memory that he had used that body before.

"This day just keeps on getting worse," the boy whined, more bottled up tears flowing out as he made his way back into his bedroom, diving underneath the sheets. Maybe Changbin was right. Maybe he was just some rusty, contaminated piece of magnet that Felix had tried to stick to, but soon fell off.

But wait... it was then that common sense collided with those high school science classes that Chan had hardly paid attention to. For dirt to build up on a magnet, it had to have pieces of iron clumped around, right? And if that magnet was attracted to iron, obviously, another magnet could still hold on... Felix could still hold on.

The absence of the younger in his life for just those two days already had a grave impact on the addict. He couldn't think about Felix's innocent smile when he felt needy anymore, because the boy only wore a frown the last few times they had seen each other. He couldn't think about Felix's laugh when he felt like going out to seek pleasure, because Felix's sniffles and sobs replaced the echoes of giggles in his head.

Chan couldn't think about Felix for sanity anymore... but he had to remain sane, didn't he?

His co-worker- she gave some pretty good head though... and that popular procedure was most definitely one of the things keeping Chan stable before he had met the secretary... so why not make it a routine?