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soft-hao · 7 years ago

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Sunshine Rapper pt 9

Anon requested: Can I request a fluffy changlix high school au where felix is the new kid (absolute sunshine boy) and everyone thinks changbin is in a gang or something cause he doesn’t talk to anyone outside of his friends Summary: Felix is new to Korea, new to JYP high, and is only interested in three things; music, dancing and the dark haired boy nobody talks to. Pairing: Changbin x Felix

Genre: angst

Warning: violence Word count: 1908

pt 8 | AO3 | pt 10 (coming)

The showcase was fast approaching, and Changbin felt overwhelmed. Minho hadn’t shown up since the spat at Woojin’s, but some instinctual part of him was always on high alert, waiting for the other shoe to drop. His only relief were the mornings spent with Felix and his friends (now his friends, but none of them really put labels on the amicable trust built) and his evenings spent preparing in the studio. After the big reveal of his past and identity, it was actually Felix, who declined joining him in the studio that following Wednesday.

Most of the school was used to seeing them together, so their closeness was not as much of a scandal. However, their tightly gripped hands did cause some floating whispers to brush past them. Not that they cared.

“Hyung it’s okay really.” The blonde released a laugh at the pout he was given. “You need to focus on preparing, the showcase is in three days. Besides, I want to be surprised.”

“Okay,” Changbin muttered. He felt a bit defeated that Felix refused coming with him, for the third day in a row. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yes, you’ll see me tomorrow.”

“And you’ll text me when your home.”

“Yes hyung,” Felix rolled his eyes, pushing his boyfriend towards the bus stop. “Go you’ll miss your bus.”

“I love you,” Changbin said softly. His grip tightened, his lips quirking at how Felix’s eyes widened.

Felix felt his heart melting, and was almost tempted to go with him. But he would be firm about this, if Changbin knew that all it took was a pout and ‘i love you’ to make Felix would break on everything, he’s always use it to his advantage.

“I love you too,” he said, “now go!”

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“Again, again, again!”

They were all tired and if he was being honest, his rapping wasn’t where it needed to be, but if Chan yelled ‘again’ one more time, someone was going to die. And if definitely wouldn’t be him.

“Hyung, we’ve been at it for five hours, maybe we can take more than a ten minute break. Maybe order some take out?”

Jisung was beyond exhausted, but he knew the look on Changbin hyung’s face promised murder if they didn’t rest soon. Besides he was starving.

“Yeah, whatever.” Chan threw over his shoulder tiredly. “Let’s take an hour, I think we all need it.”

At his words Jisung completely deflates unto the couch, opening the Uber-eats app on his phone, while Changbin downs the rest of his water greedily.

Staring at his phone, Changbin reads over the texts he’s missed. He smiles when he sees Felix texted that he’s home, before proceeding to send a stream of memes. His smile grows as he reads each one. Most of them were stupid, all of them another insight to Felix’s humour. He loved it. A pillow flies and hits his head causing a disgruntled mumble to leave his lips. In response to Jisung’s whipping noises, he simply flips him off, too enamoured to care. Another round of notifications stop him from replying.

Da Gang Squad (Jisung is stupid) [7]

Since they met, Jisung created a group chat with Felix’s friends, and even though Changbin never spoke int he group save a couple comments here and there, it was funny seeing the way they all bantered over various topics. Currently Hyunjin and Felix were debating the logistics of whether humanity could withstand having two moons.

Freckles: M8 nothing would be wrong, we would just see the moon during the day as well is all

Scared one: No genius, the moon controls tides and shit so like two moons is double tides, and we’d have constant sunamis and all that

Braces: tsunamis*

Scared one: either you contribute or leave.

Braces: ^^

Freckles: Hey don’t be mean to him. its not his fault you can’t spell tsunami

Scared one: ANYWAYS, my point is we’d all fucking die okay?

Freckles is typing…

“What do you think hyung,” Jisung says.

“About what?”

“Do you think humanity could survive two moons?”

Changbin shrugs, watching as his boyfriend and his friends continue their argument. Most times he tended to ignore their rambling, but he had to admit they got him to think.

“I mean, Felix is right, we’d see the moon during the day, but it would depend where they are right.” He pauses thinking about where his point is going before continuing. “If they’re next to each other, then Hyunjin is right, we have a problem with gravity, but if they’re on either side of the Earth, then maybe we’d find a way to live around it. Just depends on their position.”

Jisung ponders on his statement. Nodding slowly, he opens his mouth to answer when a thunder-like explosion is heard from outside. Instantly both boys jump to their feet, searching for the cause of the noise, fatigue and lunar physics ignored.

“Chan hyung!”

Running towards the main house, Changbin makes out the blurry outline of a bike riding away, but ignores it in favor of getting to his friend. Inside he finds Jisung kneeling on the ground in front of the front door, Chan unconscious in his hands, their dinner scattered on the doorstep and blood pooling around his midsection.

“Hyung! Hyung!” Jisung screams frantically, looking up at Changbin. “Call the police!”

Already dialing Changbin watches as Jisung takes his own shirt off to press to their leader’s wound. He tries hard to ignore the younger boys’s screams as he gives the address to the dispatcher, fighting his own choked sobs as well.

When the police arrive, everything starts to feel like a dream to him. He explains their decision for a break, ordering dinner, the sound he and Jisung heard, the biker he saw riding away - no license plate number seen. He explains that they used Ubereats, but that even then, the name that came up wasn’t someone they knew.

Jisung had insisted on going with Chan in the ambulance, Changbin agreeing to come after his questioning was finished. He watches as they cord off the entrance to the house, outlining where Chan was lying when he found him, taking numerous pictures of the spilt food, the blood, the bullet. They tape the area off as if he’s dead and Changbin has to look away- no, Changbin he’s not dead, he forces himself to think .

“ Son?” the police asks, snapping him out of his thoughts, “I know this is difficult, but do you think there’s any possible suspects to consider? Anyone who might want your friend dead or hurt?”

One particular person comes to mind, but he wouldn’t -couldn’t- believe that Minho could be that ruthless. Or that he would even want the chance to harm Chan, to the point of shooting him. And so with a heavy heart, and a dry throat, Changbin croaked out a solemn, “No sir.”

______

He’d always hated hospitals. Anything to do with doctors really, Changbin couldn’t stand it. The last time he was in a hospital was when his grandfather died. Now though, he would tough it out for another important person.

“Doc said it narrowly missed his intestines, and he’s lucky it went straight through.” Jisung informed him when he finally managed to leave the house. The police said Jisung would have to come down to the station the day after, and neither of them, nor anyone else would be allowed on the premise. That meant they no longer had a studio to practice in, not that either of them could think about that now.

“He say when he’d wake up?” Changbin asked, watching as their best friend slept way too still for his liking.

“Nope, just said they would ‘watch him through the night and look for changes.’” Changbin watched as the usually upbeat kid, slid solemnly into an uncomfortable green chair, head leaning against the wall, eyes shut tightly. He thought about what he told the police earlier; about there being nobody he suspected.

“Jisung,” he started, taking a seat next to him.

“Hmm?”

“You don’t think-” he cut himself off, doubt and disbelief stopping his thoughts.

The boy propped an eye open lazily. “That Minho had something to do with this?”

Changbin turned to him in shock, silently confirming Jisung’s question. Although the boy was often loud and obnoxious, he was incredibly perceptive and more intelligent than he let on.

“Yea,” he muttered, as Jisung simply closed his eyes again.

“Bet your ass I do. I just have no way to prove it and we can’t go telling the police that, when Minho never had any actual beef with Chan-hyung. They’d say it was just speculation, and knowing that cunning, weasel shaped bitch, he probably has a solid alibi.”

He considered the younger boy’s words and found he felt exactly the same. Even though he had no proof Minho was there, he knew that he definitely had something to do with it. Still, there were too many variables; the unknown delivery person, Minho’s whereabouts, it was all too much. Sighing, he allows his body to relax in the plastic chair, drifting into a fitful sleep.

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“Hyung, wake up.”

Changbin stirs in the chair, his neck protesting against his movements. His body feels cramped and sweaty, despite his clean surroundings, he feels gross.

“Hyung, Chan hyung woke up.” Jisung says, “wake up.”

He sits up properly at that, his spine cracking as it re-aligns itself. Joining Jisung by the window, he peers into the room to see Chan talking to the doctor. Silently, they watch as the nurses check his charts, and the doctor explains what happened. After a few moments, they’re waved in by one of the nurses.

“Hyung!” Jisung exclaims, set to hug Chan when Changbin yanks him back by his collar.

“He just got shot, Jisung, don’t touch him.”

“Oh,” the younger replies, “sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Doctor Cha says, “you can hug him, just be gentle.”

He allows the boys to get acquainted, mindful of how the two slept just outside the room last night. Finally, he clears his throat bringing their attention to him.

“Now Chan, even though the bullet went straight through, it did significant muscle damage. I’ve stitched you up best as I can, but you’ll be on bed rest for a while.”

“A while as in a few days?” Jisung asks.

“As in a few weeks, maybe even as little as a month.”

“Is it possible for me to leave and return?” Chan asks, even though he knows the answer already.

“Absolutely not,” the doctor replies. “I doubt you’ll even be able to move, without being in pain for a few days.”

The trio nod, Jisung and Changbin bowing as the doctor turns and leaves. With a soft grunt, Chan sinks into the bed, mind reeling at what’s happened. Changbin looks at him unsure of what to say, when Jisung breaks the silence.

“Hyung,” he starts slowly,” if you can’t leave the hospital until you’re healed, what do we do for the showcase?”

They were all thinking it, but none of them knew the answer. Revealing the situation wasn’t an option, their hidden identities were paramount to their success. Forfeighting wasn’t desirable either, but the way Changbin saw it, that was the only option they had. Without saying, the realization hits all three at the same time, and with solemn nods, they silently agree.

They would miss the showcase this year.

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soft-hao · 7 years ago

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Sunshine Rapper pt 8

Genre: fluff

Warning: implied violence, and a fuck ton of tears Word count: 3023 (she long pals!)

pt 7 | AO3 | pt 9 (coming)

The room was silent for three beats. Enough time for Felix to gulp. For Hyunjin to gasp. For Changbin’s heart to drop. He can’t believe what he’s just heard.

“What?”

Felix scratches at his nose, watching as Changbin stares at him in disbelief. He had to admit, after he made the guess he knew he was wrong. Changbin’s voice sounded nothing like CB97s, but he panicked and CB…ChangBin it could make sense. Right?

“You’re CB97?” his voice lilts upwards, making his statement a question. The look on Changbin’s face was enough for him to know that saying it a second time didn’t make him correct. Still it didn’t make sense to him.

Both boys stood before each other, one mortified, the other confused. Changbin wasn’t the only one confused in the room either.

“Actually,” a new voice interjects slowly, “that would be me.”

Changbin looks away from Felix long enough to see Chan step into the small space, a hand raised sightly. He had heard the end of the album blasting as he, Jisung and Felix’s friends entered the yard; what he didn’t expect was for the boy to ask Changbin if he was CB97. The room was drowning in silence and Chan felt it was best to introduce himself before things got even more uncomfortable.

“I’m Chan.”

Felix turned to see the boy, about his height with curly black hair, smiling at him with a very deep dimple visible. Before he could respond an energetic burst of orange slammed into him gripping him in a tight embrace.

“And I’m J.one!” The boy stepped backwards, also greeting him with a big smile. “But you can call me Jisung!”

Jimin rolled her eyes. “They don’t let you out very often, do they,” she snarked, breaking some of the awkward air that had built up.

Felix felt overwhelmed. He looked back at Changbin who now had his head in his hands and was muttering about ‘stupid fools’ to himself. If Chan was CB97 and the orange haired boy was J.one then that meant….that meant….

“Hyung,” Felix started weakly, thinking of all the times he had fanboyed about 3racha to Changbin. All the times he told him SpearB was his idol. He felt his face flush to the roots of his platinum hair. “Y-you’re SpearB?”

His voice was soft, filled with embarrassment and a twinge of regret. Since he met Changbin, he’s always mentioned 3racha to him, mentioned SpearB was the reason he decided to pursue music, told him how much he wanted to meet him. He understood that their identities were secret, but it hurt that Changbin hid this from him. Just like he hid Minho. Chan and Jisung. He hid what his job was from him. He never talked about his family. Felix didn’t even know if he had siblings. Now Felix thought about it, Changbin knew everything about him, but he didn’t know anything about Changbin.

If Changbin wasn’t so close to him he would’ve missed the soft, but determined “yes.” The confirmation only made him hurt more. There were so many times, so many opportunities for him to tell him. Did he not trust that he could keep the secret? Was this why he ran from him after school?

“I don’t believe this.” Felix pushes off the computer table and walks over to the couch. He takes a seat, before he rises again and paces into the kitchen. The others watch as he tugs on his hair, making his eyes tear up, before he finally slumps again into the tired brown couch.

“Felix-”

“You know,” he interjects staring at Changbin with teary eyes, “when you said you would tell me everything, I figured you would tell me how you and Minho broke up. You would tell me about your family.-”

“He knows about Minho?” Jisung interjects, but Felix ignores him.

“I thought you would tell me that you were, I don’t know, in a fucking gang or something.” Jimin scoffs at this, but quiets when Felix’s voice drops another octave. “I never thought you would tell me, that the man I idolize, the person who I’ve, embarrassingly might I add, shared my dreams of meeting, the person I fanboyed over for so long, was you!”

Felix tried, failingly, to hold back tears, maybe he was overreacting but to know that the person he trusted so much couldn’t trust him hurt. All those times, did Changbin look at him and laugh silently at his ignorance? Did he come back and tell Chan and Jisung about whatever rambles Felix went on about 3racha that day?

Changbin’s shoulders slump as he takes in Felix’s crying image. He knew he should have hinted, or even slipped it into conversation, but he was thinking about Felix every time he didn’t. He thought about, this exact thing happening. He never meant to betray Felix’s confidence in him everytime he mentioned SpearB. But how could he tell him? He never could find the right words and now…

“Felix, do you know how many times I wanted to tell you?” Changbin muttered, “how I agonized over what I should and shouldn’t say? Damn it Felix every single time you talk about Spear B do you know how much I’ve wanted to grab you and say that he is me!”

Chan felt his heart clench seeing Changbin tear up, and Felix crying. This was something personal for them, and it felt wrong to witness it. Changbin and Felix’s eyes were locked on each other. Neither noticed as he tapped the others silently, they didn’t see him motion for them to leave, they didn’t see his concerned glance as he closed the door behind him.

Silent tears streamed down Felix’s face. He knew he was being stubborn by not trying to see Changbin’s side of the story, but the embarrassment was a lot to handle for him.

“Freckles,” Changbin whispers, taking a seat on the couch as well. “I wanted to tell you. I did. I just didn’t know how. Even today, at the restaurant I wanted to tell you. I’ve pictured you here, laughing with me, writing songs, napping and rapping in your sleep so many times.”

“Then why didn’t you hyung? Did you not trust me?”

“At first,” he winces as Felix’s face falls,”but I had good reason not to. Before you nobody at JYP talked to me, nobody thought to be my friend.” He reaches out taking the younger’s hand, a sigh of relief coming from him when he doesn’t pull away. “I didn’t know if I could trust you because…”

“Because?”

“Because I-” he takes a deep breath, willing his airway not to constrict thinking of his past. “I trusted Minho, and that was the worst mistake of my life.”

The words alone were difficult, the memories even more painful. He steels himself to pull away, close himself off before he can become vulnerable again. Too many times today has Felix seen this side of him.

Felix, however, is stubborn. He feels Changbin attempt to pull his hands away, and immediately tightens his grip. He won’t get away from him today. Today Felix will learn everything, just like Changbin promised.

“Hyung,” he says gently, “you can tell me. You can tell me everything.”

“Freckles-”

Felix gently grasps Changbin’s face, cutting him off. Turning to face him, he slides one hand to the nape of his neck, the other on his cheek forcing him to look at him. Felix knew it then, just like he knew at the restaurant, just like he knew the day he first saw Changbin in the courtyard. This is the man he loves. The man he will love, for a very long time. If he will let him.

“Trust me,” his voice is laced with determination yet remains gentle. “Please, trust me.”

Changbin takes a deep breath, before mirroring Felix’s position. He gently strokes the fading blonde locks at the back of his head, his thumb wiping the last remnants of tears from Felix’s pigmented cheeks. Instead of closing himself off, this time he allows the depth of Felix’s gaze to swallow him, in the most peaceful way. Lost in the feeling, he tells him everything.

“He approached me first,” Changbin sighs finally, “I was new to District 9, my parents just moved into the area and had to get me into school. Not their first option but they didn’t have a choice.”

________________4 years ago____________________

“Hey new kid!”

Changbin looked up from the map in his shaking hands, to find the source of the voice calling to him. The boy was tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. He wore a leather jacket over his uniform and even though everything about him screamed danger, Changbin was intrigued.

“Me?” He questioned.

“See anyone else here?”

Changbin looked around. He hadn’t notice the hallway clear, did the bell ring already? Was he late for class?

“Yea you are.” His gaze snapped back to the boy with the cat like smile. “Here, I’ll take you to your room. What class are you?”

“I-I’m in Section 3, G3.”

Without another word the boy turned, looking back only once to make sure Changbin was following him. He took him down a series of corridors, all in need of a good coat of paint and cleaning. The lockers were dented, some broken or without doors, the desks were drawn on, and Changbin was positive he saw the makings of a drug deal. He sped up to walk closer to the boy then.

He took up up a flight of stairs and down another corridor before he slowed to a stop. Turning he looked back at Changbin, a calculating gleam, that he would later learn meant trouble for whomever it was directed at, drew Changbin in further.

“This is you, new kid.”

“Changbin.”

“What?”

“M-my name is C-changbin. Seo Changbin.”

The boy seemed amused, and Changbin wondered if he’s messed up any chance to know the mysterious boy better. Luckily, maybe not so much, the boy was just as curious about him.

“I’m Minho,” he replied. “See you around.”

_______________________

“I trusted him.” Changbin said his grip tightening on Felix. “He took me under his wing, made me think I could rely on him. I told him everything Felix. I didn’t think twice about it. That was my first mistake.”

______________________

The two boys were inseparable. Everyone at D9 knew that Minho was flirty and cunning, but he had never dated nor given any indication he was interested in more than playing around. He flirted with all genders, all sexualities. Even though Changbin wasn’t used to it, he grew to like the attention Minho gave him. That’s why, after only three months, he told Minho something, he never realized he would regret.

They were in Changbin’s room. He had invited Minho over before, but this was the first time they were alone in the house. The boy made himself at home, sprawled on Changbin’s large bed, comic in hand, leather jacket splayed over a nearby chair. Changbin admired him. He was full of life, he was confident. He did what he wanted and nobody at District 9 could try to stop him.

“Binnie,” the boy said after some time, “have you ever kissed someone?”

“W-what?” Sure, Minho said random things all the time, but Changbin was still shocked.

“Have. You,” he said placing the comic down, crawling towards him. “Kissed anyone before?”

By now he was hovering over Changbin, cat-like smile present, that same calculating gleam shining in his eyes. His contacts were purple today, and Changbin drowned in the depth of their stare.

“N-no?”

The boy smirked, and Changbin was weak. His heart was pounding, he had always known he liked boys, but this was new to him. He never could express himself to girls, and never openly said he liked boys, so he never dated. Avoided it if he could.

But Minho, although he never said it accepted him somehow. It was like he already knew, and if he didn’t, the second Changbin’s eyes fluttered closed, his suspicions were confirmed. He smiled now, his theory was right, and his little toy was more than willing to play into his games.

Changbin’s lips felt cold. Minho was a hair’s width away, and he could feel him hovering. Changbin thought maybe he was undecided as well. Did he somehow make the overly confident Minho waver? He barely felt the kiss, Minho’s lips soft and just as cold as the air around them. There were no sparks, no massive fireworks, just a simple kindling of tension in his stomach. Nerves built up that overflowed.

When his eyes fluttered open once more, Minho was still hovering over him. His gaze seemed wilder, more playful, and Changbin saw no reason to doubt it.

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“I thought he was excited, that maybe it was his first time kissing a boy as well.”

It was Felix’s turn to wipe tears from his cheeks. His thumb brushes them away moving gently across Changbin’s skin. As if to remind him that he’s here, and that Minho could no longer hurt him.

“That was my first kiss,” Changbin ignored the itch at his tattoo, opting to relish in the comfort of Felix’s silky hair. “At first he would just kiss me in private, I understood of course. District 9 was known to beat up people who were…other.” He practically spat the word. “Then slowly, he would do other things.”

“Other things?” Felix questioned gently.

“Yeah…” Changbin slumped, at the time the actions were filled with adrenaline, and puppy love on his part. “He would kiss me in empty classrooms, and in the bathroom when nobody was around, but someone could come in. He would hold my hand in the hallways, and then eventually, he convinced me to show the world how much I cared about him.”

______________________

“Binnie,” Minho drawled, “get a matching tattoo with me!”

“What?” Changbin put his pencil down. “Why do you want a tattoo?”

“C’mon, it will be fun!” The boy beamed, making Changbin’s heart flutter. “We can get matching ones, to show everyone that we don’t care what they think. A couple’s tattoo!”

“Hyung,” Changbin started, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I mean what if-”

“No what if’s come on Binnie.” Minho blinked jutting out his bottom lip, “don’t you think you’ll love me forever? That we’ll last that long? Is that why you don’t want to get the tattoo?”

“Hyung that’s not what I-”

“I get it,” the older pulled away, turning to hide his cunning smile, “you think you’re better than me, you can do better right? Who would love the poor kid from District 9 anyways.”

Changbin was shocked. That’s not what he meant. He never flaunted his wealth on Minho or anyone. Had he? Sure, he bought the meals at lunch, and never thought twice when Minho asked for anything. But a tattoo was permanent.

“Hyung,” Changbin stood, turning the boy to face him. “That’s not it, you know that. I don’t care about that stuff, I care about you. How about this, we can go this weekend to the tattoo shop on Main. And after we can go to Woojin-hyung’s restaurant okay?”

Minho pulled him into a hug, sniffling into his shoulder. He didn’t see the gleam in his eyes that screamed victory, nor did he feel the giggles that left Minho’s lips. Changbin continued to hold him, rubbing his back, wondering how he would hide the small admission of adoration from his parents.

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“You promise you’ll get yours tomorrow right?” Changbin asked earnestly as he filled out the forms. He wasn’t squeamish with needles, but a tattoo was permanent he had to be sure.

“Of course,” said the teasing voice on the other side of the line. Changbin believed him. Changbin always believed him.

He loved him.

“A promise of friendship, love and affection,” Changbin whispered as he left the parlour.

He was excited to show him tomorrow. To watch him get his matching tattoo. But that never happened.

He trusted him.

“H-hyung..” Changbin’s voice came out broken, raw and laced with betrayal. “I don’t-”

“What?” The boy sneered, his eyes wild and cunning. “You thought I would get a matching tattoo? With you? It was a bet shortcakes. Speaking of which all of you pay up!”

Changbin watched in horror as the snickering group handed forward various bills, all of which the boy he loved stuffed in his pockets. He was hurt, he was betrayed and he was angry. He turned to leave when the voice he grew to love called out to him.

He was betrayed by Him.

“Did you think we would let you go so easily?”

Changbin fought back. Hard. But there was more of them than there was of him. Even as his face got scratched, his fingers torn and bloody, it was his tattoo that burned hotter than anything else.

He was Hurt by Him.

__________________________________

They sat there for a long time, after Changbin stopped talking. Felix held him while he cried. He cried with him, for what he went through. For not being there to help him.

“Hyung,” he choked after sometime, pulling back to look Changbin in the eye. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. But I’m here now. And I will make sure he can never hurt you again.”

Changbin didn’t know what to say, so he simply pulled his sunshine back into his arms. He sincerely hoped that Felix would never have to make good on the promise he made at the restaurant. He hoped he never had to fight for Changbin ever. But he saw Minho’s gaze when he left them earlier. He saw the promise to return. He saw the truth behind the snake like eyes he one loved.

Tightening his hold on Felix, Changin made a secret vow to himself then. He would do everything in his power to stop his past from hurting his future. He would protect Felix from Minho, even if that meant protecting him with his life.

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soft-hao · 7 years ago

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Sunshine Rapper pt 6

Summary: Felix is new to Korea, new to JYP high, and is only interested in three things; music, dancing and the dark haired boy nobody talks to. Pairing: Changbin x Felix

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2949

pt 5 | AO3 | pt 7 (coming)

A/n: Kinda unedited might change later

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Previously on Sunshine Rapper:

It’s a promise of friendship, love and affection.” Both boys looked towards the new voice that interrupted from the corner by the window.

Changbin met brown eyes and a cat-like smile and felt his stomach drop.

“Hello Binnie.”

_________________

Red.

Everything around him is suddenly drenched in the vibrant colour and Changbin is sure of only two things. Firstly, that Felix is the only reason he hasn’t bolted from the small room and secondly, Felix is now exposed to Him. He watches in horror as his past rises from his shadowy seat by the window. Changbin didn’t know how long he was there, but he will do anything to keep Felix from Him.

“What?” The boy says, his ever present smirk on his face. “No hello for me? You wound me Binnie.”

He looks exactly the same as Changbin remembers. Black hair worn longer in the front than in the back, so he can brush it out of his face. His contacts are clear this time, displaying his natural brown eyes as opposed to whatever colour he felt like wearing. His signature jean jacket is also present, D9 stitched into the back in bright red letters. District 9 Public . The beacon of all Changbin’s worst nightmares.

Wrenching his hand from Felix’s grasp, Changbin rises as well, his fear of keeping Felix hidden, stronger than the will to protect himself. Moving in front of him, he effectively blocks the boy’s wandering eyes. His past will never meet his present. Over his dead body.

“What do you want Minho?”

“Ah….so it’s just Minho now? You used to call me hyung at one point.”

“What. Do. You. Want?”

Changbin feels Felix’s hand grasp his, and has to fight himself not to react. Without breaking eye contact with his past demons, he reaches back and holds Felix in place, a subtle message for him to stay in his seat behind him. Sharp eyes try to look past him, but Changbin is stubborn in his resolve. Blocking Minho’s gaze, Changbin fights the urge to gulp as the boy he used to love, the boy who betrayed him brutally, put all his attention back on him.

“I won’t ask you again. Why are you here?”

The older boy sighs dramatically, accepting he won’t see who Changbin’s new friend is for now, and takes his seat once more by the window.

“I’m here to eat. I haven’t been here in ages and I’ve been starved for Woojin-hyung’s special chilly fries.”

Changbin can’t trust his words, not after everything they’ve been through. Thinking of what Jisung told him yesterday he figures that has something to do with it.

‘ He wanted to apologize’. Bullshit.

“Chilly fries?” He asks, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Yes, you know how I loved those dearly. You did introduce them to me after all.”

Changbin’s heart began pounding. He remembers that day very clearly. Minho had never had a chilly fry in his life and Changbin was more than happy to introduce him to his special Seoul hideout. He closes his eyes at the scar of a memory before clearing his throat.

“Jisung said you went to speak with him. That has nothing to do with why you’re here?”

He watches as Minho clenches his jaw before smiling, a sure sign he’s annoyed. Whether at Jisung for spilling or because his plan to be nonchalant failed. Either way, Changbin stays rooted as the elder mulls over what manipulations to spill his way, and steels himself against them.

“Ah yes, your street-rat friend with the clownish orange hair. Jisung? Yeah, I asked him where you were…. did he tell you why?”

Jisung told him it was to apologize, but guys like Minho they never apologize. Even if he did, Changbin would never trust or accept it. People like him would never change.

“No.”

Another smirk crawls unto his face and Changbin’s grasp on Felix’s hand tightens unintentionally. Minho’s sharp eyes follow the movement, and his smirk grows from teasing to cunning.

“Hmm, maybe we can meet up and talk about it some other time? When you’re done playing lover with your new boy toy, of course.”

Changbin feels his own jaw clenching, his free hand tightening into a fist. Boy toy? He doesn’t notice the tension rising into his shoulders until he feels the warmth of a smaller hand on his. For the first time since Minho made himself known, he breaks his gaze to look at the boy he knows is not a toy to him. Felix had become a ray of light for him. His bubbly smiles and teases made Changbin’s day better. He loved his constant rambling and how soft his hair felt. No. Felix was not and never would be a toy to him; not like he was to Minho.

Felix’s eyes are sharp, when they meet Changbin’s. He’s understood every word and even though he doesn’t know who the threat to Changbin is, he knows he hurt him in the past. He tightens his hand on Changbin’s, a reassurance that he is here and he won’t leave Changbin. Not now. Hopefully, not ever again.

“I don’t think so.” Changbin says, turning away to face Minho again. “I have nothing to say to you and I sure as hell don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

The boy fakes a pout, plush lips jutting out to try and hide another smirk. Through that one interaction he could tell this white-haired boy was something special to Changbin, and he would find out who he was and just how special he was.

Standing he tries skirting around Changbin to catch peek of this new friend. Stepping closer he can see the glimpse of honey coloured eyes, and freckles. Precious.

“Hello,” he says, a cunning smile on his face. “I’m Minho and you are?”

“Nobody.” Changbin pushes

“Are you Binnie’s new play thing?”

“Shut up Minho.”

“You know,” Minho pressed, stepping into Changbins personal space. “Little Binnie here and I had a thing. Didn’t end so well.”

Changbin could feel himself losing control, he took another step back, his knees pressing against Felix’s thighs. Minho had a way of making him lose himself. Especially in the worst ways. He didn’t want Felix to see him that way.

“Binnie didn’t you tell him about me? How this was our place to hangout?” He stepped closer. “About how you loved when I listened to you rap?”

“Minho. Stop.”

Another step closer, now he was almost toe to toe and even Felix’s presence was waning on Changbin’s control.

“I never did tell you how much money I made the day? I wonder how much your friend wou-”

Changbin snapped. He ripped his hand from Felix’s grasp, punching Minho directly on the cheek, knocking him back before he could finish. He could harm him, but Changbin would sooner fight hell before Minho touched Felix. Changbin wasn’t satisfied. Another swing knocked the conniving demon to the ground, blood spurting from his lip. His vision started going dark, and all he could see was Minho, his smirk and blood. He wanted more.

“Ah there’s my Binnie. He never fought me like this thou-”

Another hit. This time Changbin saw nothing but red. A dark haze formed in his mind and he wanted Minho’s blood, for him to feel what he felt. The memory of all the beatings, the name calling, the harassment. His tattoo burned like it did that first day. Everything hurt, and the more he thought about Felix being in the position he was, the harder he threw his punches.

Suddenly, a spot of white came into his peripheral vision, but he couldn’t stop. His rage was too much.

“Hyung!”

Felix jumped on Changbin the minute Minho’s head rolled back. He tried pulling him off, yanking on his shirt, calling his name, yet nothing worked. He was scared, not of Changbin but for him. How he would react after he came to his senses. After he came back to him. He wasn’t listening to him and Felix shook with the need to bring him back. His hyung. Not the one this guy brought out.

“Changbin hyung please!”

Changbin heard the deep cries through a tunnelled wave. It was if his anger was rolling over him, controlling every part of him. All the hurt and betrayal came forward and he wanted Minho to pay.

“Hyung please!” Felix’s voice came out in a cry. He didn’t know what else to do. He had to make a choice, and it scared him like hell, but for Changbin, Felix was willing to do anything.

Changbin tried to ignore the soothing voice that called out to him. All he wanted was revenge. Suddenly he was shoved backwards and everything went bright. His lips were warm. Everything smelled like strawberries. He could hear his own heart beating. The world was going back to normal. Red faded to pink then to white. Platinum. Changbin felt like he was holding his breath before, and now he reached the surface. He was okay.

He felt the tension in his body melt away as Felix’s warm lips covered his. They were soft, slightly chapped from his habit of biting them and gentle as they pressed against his own. Before him he could see Felix, eyes pressed shut, remnants of tears on his pigmented cheeks. Closing his own eyes, he pressed into him, to let him know he was here. All too quickly, the warmth faded and Changbin was left wanting more.

“Hyung?”

Felix’s lips were glistening, his eyes teary. Seeing the man he loved filled with hatred and rage, it hurt him. But that kiss helped him, feeling Changbin press against him gave him all the courage in the world. He forgot about Minho, he forgot where they were. In that moment it was him and Changbin, who had accepted him.

Slowly, he raised a hand and gently wiped away the lone tear that escaped Changbin’s eyes. Hearing Minho shuffle around, Felix knew his time was up, but they would revisit this moment. Changbin was now his, and Felix wouldn’t have anyone hurt him again.

Woojin saw everything from the kitchen. He heard, rather than saw Minho’s arrival and got to slapped some cold chilly on fries to make his way out when Changbin jumped him. Before he could act however, the smaller boy he thought would be defenseless, started pulling Changbin off and eventually brought him back.

He looked back at Minho who was sat next to a knocked over plant, waking up from where Changbin knocked him down. Licking at his bloody lip, the boy shook the daze from his eyes, coming too in time to see Felix part from Changbin. He rarely dropped by after his fallout with Changbin, if only because he knew Woojin was not on his side. Stalking forward, Woojin blocks the boys view of Changbin and Felix. Refusing to let him wreak more havoc on them for today.

“Here are your fries. Now get out.”

Minho catches the bundle an affronted gasp leaving his lips. “Oh come on Woojin-hyung, is that anyway to treat a beloved dongsaeng you haven’t seen in so long?”

“The only thing I would love to see is to your ass out of my restaurant. Leave before you give me the pleasure throwing you out.”

Minho looks between Changbin, still sat on the floor gazing at Felix, and Woojin, finally settling his gaze on the white-haired boy staring wide eyed, from behind him. He gives a tiny wave before he’s blocked once more by a scowling Woojin.

“I won’t say it again kid. Get out.”

Standing, Minho pushes his noir locks from his face before slapping a bill on the table. This isn’t his last chance to see his special rapper again. Or his new friend.

“See you around Binnie,” he looks around him before waving, “and toy.”

Only then does Changbin return his gaze, glaring heatedly and full of contempt. As he brushes past a red haired kid in the doorway, disappearing from sight, he promises himself that Changbin will be his again.

“District 9?” The red head says stepping into the restaurant, glancing at the overturned flower pot and the two boys sat on the floor. “Hyung, I know this place is a dump but I didn’t know you let trash bastards eat here?”

“I don’t. Get in the kitchen.”

Felix, remained quiet, bringing his gaze back to Changbin. That was a side of him he had never seen before. Protective and scared, filled with rage and hurt. He watches as the man he loves deflate even more, shoulders rolling forward, his head lolling into his hands. Without saying anything, Felix wraps his arms around him and feels relief at the feeling of Changbin hugging him back.

Changbin was mortified. How could he let himself explode like that because of Minho? His ex- if he could even call him that- made him into a worse person, but he wanted to be better. Do better. For Felix. His mind drifted to the kiss. Minho never kissed Changbin, always making excuses and any kisses he had with girls he never counted. Soaking in the warmth of Felix’s arms around him he tightens his own. Felix was his first true kiss. The first person, he decided, who deserved much more than he could ever offer.

“Freckles?” he questions softly.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Without words, Felix knew the thank you was not just for the kiss but for being there for him. For not leaving when he could have. For staying by Changbin’s side despite seeing the worst parts of him on their first ‘not date’. But Felix wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved Changbin showing him parts of himself others never saw. He would take all of him, as he was with no remorse.

“Of course hyung,” the younger said, still shielding Changbin with his body. “I’ll always be here.”

He had never seen Changbin react that way to people at JYP before, and if the red head was right District 9 was Changbin’s old high school. He never talked about it, much like his job, and so Felix knew nothing other than that’s where Changbin’s alleged gang years started. Seeing it now though, Felix is sure it wasn’t gang fights, but self defence that Changbin had to endure.

“Hyung,” he whispers gently in Changbin’s ear. “I don’t know who that guy was-”

Changbin tenses in his arms and Felix quickly soothes him, stroking his hair like he usually does for him.

“-but now is a good time to let you know that I’m a second degree black belt in taekwondo, and if he comes again, I’ll be right there to help you.”

Felix pulls back, looking Changbin in the eyes only to find them filled with tears. He felt his heart clench. To him, Changbin was the strongest person he had ever met, and in the past month nobody came close to making him feel the way he does right now.

“I’ll protect you hyung. I promise.”

Changbin doesn’t respond besides a light breath of air from his nose, brushing against the nape of Felix’s neck. Still he doesn’t let go, tightening his arms even more, around the boy as if hoping he never has to act on his words.

Woojin watched from the kitchen, shushing his cousin when he tries to talk about some idiots that were spying on people at his part time job again. He had never seen Changbin like this except once, after his fallout with Minho. Changbin had cried in the very booth he sat in today, face cut and bleeding with large bruises forming all over his body. Woojin promised himself then, that he would look out for the kid best he could, checking in on him, and cooking him meals, but he never got involved during fights. Some of those boys were friends of his, Minho especially, was someone he knew closely and he never felt like he had the right to choose sides.

Now as he watches the blond with the freckles vow to use his martial arts to fight for him, to protect him, Woojin silently does the same. He let his qualms about being impartial cloud the right judgement, and he was wrong. If Changbin needed it, he would fight for him, he would help him, like he should have back then.

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“Hyung just call him again.”

Chan rolled his eyes as Jisung groaned again. They had found their way back to the cafe by the arcade. The red head waiter was replaced by a taller skinny blonde guy that Jimin recognized immediately. As the gang recovered from their search, she spilt the beans about what happened.

“Jisung, if his calls didn’t go through the first time what would make you think they would go through now?”

“Felix also isn’t answering.” Jimin chimed up from her seat near the bar. “They probably got sick of us calling or something.”

Before Jisung could reply he spots a familiar figure walking by the cafe from the direction the waiter pointed them in. He was smirking, but his lip was busted and cheek forming into a nasty bruise. As usual he had the tell tale signs of being the piece of shit Jisung knew he was, but he didn’t think it was a coincidence that he was walking from where his hyung was and he was bruised. His mind flashed to when Minho said he would find Changbin, and instantly Jisung saw red.

“Jisung wait!”

He was out the door before Chan could grab him, blood boiling, and pinned Minho up against the cafe glass.

“Where is he?!”

“Ah it’s the Chucky look alike?”

Jisung tightened his hold.

“Where is he Minho? Did you hurt him?”

The elder rolled his eyes, shoving Jisung off him. Glancing at Chan standing close-by, he smirked before turning back to Jisung.

“He’s in hiding with his boy toy,” he leaned closer licking his lips. “But I’ll tell you a secret. He’s the one who gave me the shiner so you don’t have to worry about him.”

Jisung growled, set to attack again when Chan held him back. He was usually a fun, carefree guy, but when it comes to the trash before him and his friends Jisung had no patience for his bullshit.

“Let him go, he’s no use to us.” Chan hated him as much as Jisung did, but finding Changbin, especially since he had a run in with Minho to the point of beating him.

Minho laughed. “Ah I’m hurt. None of you seem to like me anymore.”

Jisung strained against Chan’s hold, and he was tempted to let him go, however he caught the faces of Felix’s friends in the window and held on. Fighting would do them no good, especially since they seemed to think they were in a gang already.

Minho turned to see the group staring at him beyond the glass. The girl had blonde hair much like Changbin’s boy toy, and the dark haired duo stared at the trio with a glint of fear. Minho smirked again before turning back to the pests before him.

“Let’s go Jisung.”

Minho waved condecenly at them before he turned on his heel and kept walking. Today sure was interesting. One trip to the Han River and he gets to see the one person he’s been looking for, his new boy toy to play with as well as fresh meat to upset.

“Overall a successful trip.”

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