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'
Minho followed him nonetheless into his room.
He sat down on Felix's bed as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do.
The younger god stared at him contemplating.
'I'll massage you' he decided. 'But without making a salve, that's easier'
'I-' Minho swallowed. 'Okay'
Felix took one of the oil vials that stood on his night stand.
He stepped onto his bed to kneel behind Minho.
The older had meanwhile taken off his shirt.
His skin seemed a little browner than the last time Felix saw it. Maybe he had actually spend more time in the sun. Maybe Felix imagined it.
'Your scar looks healed'
'Yeah, it's still pretty cramped though'
Felix hesitated a second before pouring the oil onto the other's skin.
'Can I?'
'Of course, princess'
The oil droplets followed the flow of Minho's back muscles down.
The muscels got more defined due to all the dancing.
Felix swallowed, hard, and shut out all thoughts.
'Did you try to dance again?'
'I did a few times. I have to take it slow, easy steps, then it's okay'
'Does it still hurt?'
The older held his breath as he felt Felix's warm fingers pressing onto his skin.
'It's manageable' he said after a second, voice clogged.
He couldn't stop thinking about the last time the blonde's hands were on his skin, the last time he sat here.
His heart was pumping terribly fast.
Felix's finger found an especially cramped spot, making him groan in pain.
'Sorry'
'It's alright. You're helping'
The hands searched.
Found another spot.
Minho swore under his breath.
'Hell, that's even worse than last time'
'Mhm-mh'
Felix sounded concentrated.
'Maybe you're stressed?'
Hell yes.
Minho was stressed.
He was stressed because he was shirtless and Felix's hands were on his skin and he could feel his breath and his body warmth.
And the last time they did this it ended with Felix's lips on top of his.
That stressed him.
Slightly.
Yet he just swallowed and said: 'Maybe'
Felix didn't answer further.
His hands left the cramped area near Minho's scar to roam around on his whole back.
Goosebumps spread on the older's skin.
Felix wanted to kiss them.
Minho's neck was all cramped up as well.
'Can I?' he whispered silently before slowly applying pressure there.
The other god nodded.
Internally he questioned what the fuck had made him agree to this a second time.
Though he couldn't deny a part of him enjoyed it.
Felix worked his hands along his shoulders to the neck, down to his shoulder blades and back up.
He found new spots every few seconds and mercilessly pressed into them.
He couldn't stop thinking about Jeongin and what he had said.
A slow breath escaped Minho's lips.
The older had tried to make as little noise as possible. Partly successful.
He felt as if Felix sat closer than the last time.
But, oh well, last time the blonde had ended up on top of him.
Felix actually leaned closer.
Minho's hair smelled like coconut.
His own hair did as well, they probably used the same ointment.
But he liked it on Minho, because one wouldn't expect him to smell like it at all.
'Does this hurt?'
He had his fingers pressed into a knot of muscles, hoping to loosen them.
Minho's voice was strenuous.
'Yes, but it's alright'
'Sorry'
'It's alright, princess' he repeated.
Felix tried not to shudder at the pet name.
Everything felt weird.
It felt weird because Felix knew that this may be the last time of him massaging Minho.
And Minho didn't have a clue.
And Felix also knew that this might be his last chance to let anything happen between them.
And Minho still thought they'd spend eternity together.
Felix wanted to cry.
He didn't know what he was supposed to feel, supposed to do.
His movements on the older's back ceased.
Minho's breath relaxed.
The room was quiet.
Felix wanted to lean against the older's strong back.
He didn't.
'Princess, are you sure you're alright?'
Minho was worried about the younger.
Felix was acting weirdly.
He refrained from turning around because the blonde was too close and their faces would end up directly in front of each other.
He wanted that but was afraid Felix didn't.
'No'
The blonde's voice was quiet and close to Minho's ear.
'I'm not alright'
Minho felt something soft brushing against his left shoulder blade. Soft and warm.
The older's breath stocked.
It were Felix's lips.
On his skin.
'Felix?' he whispered shakily.
Minho felt another brush of lips against his skin, a little farther up now.
'Felix... what-?'
'Do you want me to stop?'
Another kiss, gently pressed on his neck.
Warm, pleasant shudders went through Minho's whole body.
Felix's lips were soft, were like heaven.
'N-no'
He couldn't believe what was happening.
'Then relax, baby'
Minho wanted to know what was going on, why Felix was doing this, why he wasn't feeling good, what had happened.
But instead of asking he felt himself giving into the soft touch, a drug he knew he shouldn't be taking but needed so desperately.
His head fell forwards, granting the blonde more access to his neck and shoulders.
Felix leaned closer immediately, his lips wandering from one shoulder to the other, a little down, a little up.
His warm breath tingled on Minho's skin.
Minho himself lost every ability to form a coherent thought, just slowly relaxing into the touch and warmness, into the comfort.
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a/n
hello dumplings, in case you ever wondered, sleeping in a hostel room with ten strangers isn't problematic at all, it's fun
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