spring is here again | skz | minlix | greek mythology au

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A few hours later Felix stood leaning against the stone railing of their balcony.

The stone was warmed from the sunlight.

It had become evening, the colours getting more orange and beautiful.

Felix looked out into the garden deep in thought.

He thought about his life, this place. Thought about Jeongin. About Minho.

Just everything, really.

He was feeling weirdly sad and hopeful at the same time.

He could go back.

He would go back?

Honestly, he didn't know what he was supposed to feel.

'Hey'

A quiet voice behind him made Felix jump in surprise.

He turned around.

Minho was leaning against the door frame to his room, seeming kinda hesitant to not disturb the blonde.

The warm lightning let his features appear unusually soft.

Felix thought about their hug.

'Can I... keep you company?'

He blinked.

'Yeah of course'

Minho leaned against the railing next to Felix, their elbows close but not touching.

He tried not to stare at the face next to him.

He could feel Minho's gaze fixated on him though.

'Are you okay?'

'Mhm-mh' the blonde nodded.

He actually had no idea wether he was okay.

There was a short silence.

'I like your dress'

Felix saw images of Jeongin's hands gripping the light blue fabric flashing before his eyes.

'Thanks' he said hollowly.

In that second he remembered something else.

'Didn't you want another massage?'

'You don't have to. You look tired'

Felix hummed, neither agreeing nor objecting.

Minho tapped his fingers against the stone.

'What did you two talk about?'

'Me and Jeongin?'

'Yepp'

Felix shrugged.

'Mostly you'

His gaze wandered over the green and colourful shapes of the garden.

He tried not to think about what they also talked about, what they also did.

Minho didn't notice anything.

He just sighed and said: 'Jeongin said the same'

Felix smiled a little.

'So we aren't lying'

He internally relaxed at how they both decided independently from one another not to say anything about the kiss.

'Yeah but - should I be worried? Did you make a plan to kill me?'

'Who knows?' The blonde shrugged and pushed off the railing. 'Come on, I'll make your salve'

'If you're tired we should leave it. We can do it tomorrow'