I throw my legs over the side of the bed, hurriedly leaving the room to get my phone that was left in the kitchen. The two hounds looked over at me from the couch, but I paid them no mind.
I dial Felix's number, holding the device up to my ear instead of going back to the bedroom. I waited impatiently for him to pick up. He didn't have class today, and he didn't have work today.
My foot tapped against the flooring, a consistent sound traveling through the kitchen. My heart was beating faster each ring he didn't answer the phone.
"Hello?"
I took a deep breath in, "oh, thank god. Is everything okay over there?"
"Yeah, it's all good. Seungmin is over right now. Why?"
"I don't know. I've had this bad feeling all day."
"Could it be the boys? Are your pups home? Is something wrong with one of them?"
"Yeah, they're here. Pissing me off, but they're safe." I feel arms slide their way around my waist. Minho. He was always doing this. Trying to cuddle me to make me less mad.
"At least they're okay. Have you tried talking to your parents?"
Immediately, my mood drops again. I push Minho off of me, walking back to the bedroom. "I'll talk to you later. Glad you're safe. Bye."
I slam the door closed, throwing my phone on the nightstand. Of fucking course they have to be brought up. It's a bad day, why not make it worse? I don't get why he would even bring them up. He knows what happened.
"...angel?"
"I swear to god, Minho, I will put you in your cage." I rub my temples, trying to contain every last bit of my emotions. They were getting out of hand. I just wanted to cry myself to sleep.
"Baby, please." Hands were placed on my hips from behind and Minho stood in front of me. Great. Now they're teaming up.
Minho cups my face, kissing my cheek. Even the kisses on my face sent zaps through my body. It was a demon thing. With every kiss was comfort.
Chan nuzzles his cheek in my hair, coming to the side of my head and nibbling on the top of my ear. I grasp onto Min's wrists, not knowing where else to put my hands. Minho continues to kiss my face, finally getting to my lips.
Of course, I kiss back. I can't resist kissing. It's a weakness.
Chan's hands rub up and down my sides, stimulating a soothing pattern. My muscles begin to relax, submission flooding my brain. Minho lets me breathe, softly kissing down my jawline.
My breaths come out shaky, the effect of relaxation causing my emotional wall to falter. Another sharp pain hits my stomach, and this time, I can't take it.
"Please," I beg, panting out while tears build up behind my closed eyelids. "Find it."
"Find what, my love?" Minho questions, not stopping his contact with my neck.
"It hasn't left. The bad feeling. Find what it is. I can't take it." Cries build in my throat, but I swallow them back. There was no need to cry.
"We'll find it when you're asleep, baby," Chan whispers, neither of them stopping what they were doing.
I was enjoying it, yet I wasn't. Everything they did was sweet, but the point in the back of my head was on edge.
I let out a loud whine when another pain hits me. My knees go weak, Chan using his reflexes to catch me from hitting the ground. My breathing speeds up, panic filling my chest. All I could hear in my head was something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong.
"Let's put him on the bed."