Crazy? | h.lix

5: the silence

Hyunjin loves silence, most especially when it comes from other people and Felix.

Tag(s): weapon imageries, gun pointing, emotional manipulation

hi, i know i said on the previous note that i will be changing the plotline, but after reading the chapters i did so far, i realized that the imageries of the concept i was avoiding wasn't really graphically described so i will only be changing words here and there, and continue on writing this fic.

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Felix couldn't help but toss around the soft mattress he's been offered to by a man named Changbin, who apparently, pointed a gun straight to his friends' faces. The room he's currently in wasn't any suspicious. In fact, it was just too blank for his liking. Like some places—the corners maybe, underneath his bed, inside the small cabinets, the bathroom, and even the windows, were bugged and someone is watching him closely.

He knew better than to trust anyone than his mates at this point. He knew that a person would come in his room, without thinking of knocking, not even once, and smile at him with so much intent hidden behind those glinting teeth.

He knew better, yet he couldn't help but feel relieved by who it was just because it was Hwang Hyunjin that entered the room.

"Hi, baby!" Hyunjin's voice was once again tempting, as if it was taunting him to reclaim his knives and point them straight to Hyunjin's neck, "Oh come on, don't be so scared of me."

"I am not scared of you," He cocked his head and retreated his foot, his hand fumbling over his belt, pulling a blade placed inside his pocket, "Not even the slightest."

He was telling the truth. He wasn't even scared of how crazy Hyunjin acted with him and with his friends, he wasn't even scared of what Hyunjin would do to him despite being scathed by a combat knife just because it was fun. He wasn't scared, he will never be.

There is just something in Hyunjin that he wanted to understand. Maybe it was for himself, or maybe it was for his friends, to finally let his friends, most especially Seungmin, breathe easier and trust him, and maybe trust Hwang Hyunjin. There is just something in Hyunjin that he wanted to see, a speck of humanity—fondness, admiration, grief, disgust, pride, and gluttony.

He will never judge Hyunjin for what he is. He cannot. He will never judge Hyunjin for he is not even that clean, not the slightest—

Not when Hyunjin simply sat down on the sofa on the farthest corner of the room, smirking his way and brushing his wet hair up and down to his nape.

"You can always defend yourself from me, but I won't hurt you. I did tell you that quite a lot of times already." He watched Hyunjin shrug his shoulders and lay his back against the pillow.

There is something in Hyunjin; he really can't put a name on it, but there is something in the way Hyunjin brings himself, and it came to his realization, that maybe, aside from helping the rest of the members of Minho's team, he was also there to understand what and who is Hyunjin.

"Why are we here?" It took him quite a while to realize that his question was kind of stupid, but Hyunjin didn't say anything about it and smiled at him.

A smile without the unnecessary grin, a smile that drew a line on his lips, showing few of his dimples across his cheeks, a smile that made him feel the tingling on his chest, shooting blood straight to his head, and ears, heating, and flushing both his ears in the process.