[✔] HELLEVATOR ── chanlix

21.

        THE REST OF THAT night had really gone by in a blur. Felix had fallen asleep in Chan's embrace, leaning his head back uncomfortably against his shoulder.

Everyone had stayed up a little later, waiting for the fire to dim before they all dismissed themselves to their respective 'areas' and laid down on the uncomfortable ground to attempt to rest. Minho and Jisung were laying down on the ground not far from the flame, Jisung curled into Minho's chest.

Jeongin was holding Seungmin in his arms, with his head rested on Allen's chest, who had his head on a bag.

A slightly larger dog was now curled around Hyunjin, who had his arm draped over the fawn colored canine's back, but his face buried into it's fluffy fur.

Jeonghan was laying on his own bag, on his back.

San and Wooyoung were curled into one another's embrace, like an awkward puzzle. San was curled up against Wooyoung's stomach, even though the now-canine was curled up on himself.

The only one who wasn't asleep while Chan was still awake aside from Chan, was Joshua, who was sitting beside the dimly lit lantern with his legs crossed. Chan didn't bother him, though- he looked far too deep in thought to be bothered.

He didn't know much about Joshua, other than the fact that he was quiet and liked to keep to himself, speaking only when it was seen as necessary to himself or it was to Jeonghan. It was nearly like he was scared to speak, scared of the consequences. If there were going to be any at all.

Though, he knew that it also could have simply been because he had nothing to say- and Chan wouldn't be able to blame him for such a mindset. Some things were certainly left better unsaid, and it seemed like Joshua knew how to judge whether or not things should be said.

Chan, himself, had stayed up later, too. He was gently combing his hand through Felix's hair to brush it out of his face, just so he could turn his head slightly and look at the freckles that were delicately painted over his face, and the way his eyelashes gently rested over his cheeks. Or the way his lips pouted slightly every time he released a large, long and drawn out breath.

He didn't know how one could have been so effortlessly gorgeous- especially when they were someone he had barely known.

However, he could confidently say that he knew Felix pretty well at that point. He knew what interested him (at least, what interested him enough to keep his attention for more than ten minutes) and what lost his interest. He knew that Felix liked to have his hair played with (and, because of a few days ago, that he liked to have it pulled) and that he disliked it when Chan stared at him for a prolonged amount of time because it made him feel insecure.

He knew how to make Felix laugh, and he knew how to make him cry (though, he never intended to do it on purpose). He may not have known Felix like the back of his hand.

But, he certainly knew him enough to say "yeet!" right in front of him, while throwing a baseball as far as he could, and that Felix's humor was so frail that he'd crack up because of it.

There was no denying the fact that Felix was on Chan's mind every second, of every minute, of almost every hour of nearly every single day.

And there was no denying the fact that Chan had fallen completely, totally, utterly hard for the skinny silver haired phoenix that he was more that likely permanently linked to through a bond that Felix had somehow made clear he didn't appreciate.