The man next door || Hyunlix

Get out

— Chapter nine —

Felix huffs as he slams the front door shut. He can't believe he got sent home again, or more so that he keeps getting sent home. He took a nightshift today to help get more hours, but got sent home before he even reached dinner time. At this point it's like he doesn't even work full hours anymore.

He went to dinner by himself and came to a very reasonable, to him, conclusion. Yes, it was a reasonable thing to do after today's events. Yet a week before, he got sent home for no reason. It might be a stretch, but in the back of his mind he is starting to think it is just the rest of the crew babying him in a way.

Which, if that's the case, is completely unacceptable. to him or to the basic work policies. He doesn't need to keep getting sent home, and even worse getting paid for it.

He has been with the crew for years—and now that he thinks about it—has never been on an actual 'mission' like everybody else. He has never held a gun before, or been on a chase. He has only ever been on office duty. He is totally qualified to do anything, but has done nothing.

Oh it infuriates him.

He can feel the anger boiling up inside of him. If this were a little cartoon, he would have smoke coming out of his ears as we speak.

"Calm down." He whispers to himself. "I'll just bring it up tomorrow at work, that's a reasonable thing to do." He continues talking even if nobody is listening.

He scoffs. "If I don't get sent home beforehand.."

He rolls his eyes, then takes a deep breath. He has to calm down, a part of this job is to remain calm. He decides maybe a cold glass of water would help him out. He even takes one of the nice glasses out this time, hoping it would cure whatever sense of broken self worth he has.

He fills the cup up with the clear liquid, then raises it to his mouth. The coldness runs down his throat, calming whatever dragon breath he had coming up. Just as expected, it worked to calm him. Or maybe shock his system, who knows.

He is slurping like a dog on a hot day when the doorbell suddenly rings. He flinches at the sound, which causes him to spill the cold water all over his shirt and the floor. He groans out of anger, now even less calm than before.

The doorbell rings again, and again. It's like the most impatient person in the world is ringing it, which just makes Felix want to scream. He slams the glass down on the counter, and looks at the mess below him. He can't look for long, because the bell just keeps ringing.

He just says fuck it and walks over to the door, his shirt soaking and almost see through. The doorbell ringing suddenly seems to be a recurring thing, but never this late at night. He twists the nob and throws the door open, which reveals a very surprising guest.

"Changbin?" Felix asks, looking him up and down. "Why are you here so late at night..?"

Changbin opens his mouth to speak, but just lets out a sigh. "I don't even know how to ask this.. because it's been so long.."

"Ask what?" Felix crosses his arms.

"If we can.." He pauses. "Well y'know.. like old times."

"Are you asking me to have sex with you?" Felix raises a brow.

Changbin seems taken aback at the direct statement, but he nods his head slowly. "Yeah." He says, looking down at his feet.

Felix chuckles and turns away, almost walking off.

Changbin's head goes back up, and he runs after Felix— entering the home uninvited. He stops Felix, and takes his hands. "Come on.. Don't be like that." He pleads.