the idea of jeongin entering the center had brought many perspectives and outcomes within changbin's mind. he wanted the boy to receive help, yet if felix had been informed about the boy's presence within the center. he didn't know what would happen. felix, was terribly unstable when services had first taken him. students swore they heard his screams from the other side of the school as he was taken away. yet after a while, he gave in. a realization of what was going on had hit him hard.

he simply was quiet, changbin didn't know how to slowly break his shell. in the most delicate way as possible.

to compare jeongin and felix, they were nothing alike within personality wise. yet, when it did come to their loved ones. they had their true selves crawl out of them, their skin being peeled away. felix loved jisung, but now since the boy was gone, he needed a way to replace him. but not in a way to where jisung is forgotten within felix's mind.

changbin decided to visit felix's room, knocking on his door. of course he receives no answer. it's been a couple days since they've met, felix wouldn't have given in so easily. knocking once again, the door opens slowly. "go away..." he whispers, changbin puts his hand within the space of the door, felix suddenly closes it. which makes the older let out a groan. the feeling of his hand being crushed wasn't so pleasant, but felix opens the door, looking at the boy with guilty eyes. "I—I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean it!"

changbin holds in a painful groan, "no!" he puts on a reassuring smile, "d—don't worry about me! it didn't hurt that much.."

"but I slammed the door on your hand! it looks irritated!" felix points out, panicking by what he just committed. "I swear it wasn't on purpose..."

"I know.." changbin tells, "don't worry, I'm fine. the pain will go away soon.."

felix nods, his nails grip into the door. biting his lip, he has the thought of letting changbin in. but shakes the passing idea from his mind. "sorry about your hand...bye.."

changbin holds on to the door handle, shaking his head. "may I come in?"

felix puts his weight onto the door, shaking his head as it's slowly being closed. "you may not.." he whispers as it finally shuts.

changbin grips onto his affected hand, a disappointed expression comes upon his face. having a little talk with the boy would be good enough progress to tell his father. but he can't push him, so he leaves to treat himself with some ice for his hand.

behind the door, felix's back is pressed against it. his face is stuffed within the palms of his two tiny hands. shaking as the thought of hurting changbin replays in his mind. "s—sorry bi—binnie.." he practices, but shakes his head. looking up at the ceiling, he whispers.

"not good enough..."