22 days | felix lee

VII | hangover

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"YOU BETTER START EXPLAINING," A voice rang out. It was stoic and deep, holding a certain sternness. Despite it's harsh tone, it wasn't that far off from the following voice. A girl's whine rang out after, "Soobin." That's what Felix woke up to. The voices were distant, but there was an echo that reached him, making the words understandable.

The male voice hissed, "Don't 'Soobin' me. You showed up at my penthouse way past midnight with some passed out dude. You're so lucky I wasn't at work." Felix blinked, his eyesight still bleary as he tried to register the cream-colored walls and soft blankets he was covered with. However, he quickly shot up at the realization that this wasn't his room.

He rolled off the bed, the water bottle that was on the nightstand falling with a thump along with the pill bottle that was set beside it. Felix was nauseous, his head pounding as he winced at the loudness of the sound followed by two pairs of footsteps. The door swung open, revealing a surprised Y/n and an annoyed male beside her.

He was dressed all formally, his sleeves cuffed as he wore a clean suit and tie. His brown eyes were small, but piercing, holding a rigid glare as he stood in front of the only familiar person in the room. The only thing that was odd about him was his hair; it was a deep blue, but black at the roots, as if his natural hair was sprouting out, but he didn't have a care in the world.

Somehow, for this strange man, it worked.

He bit his bottom lip, glancing at Y/n briefly. "He's your responsibility now. Don't be stupid." Although Felix didn't know the man at all, he could tell he was furious. Y/n pursed her lip, sighing at him as he walked out the same door that he came in through. She chewed on her bottom lip before glancing at Felix.

"I'll let you freshen up in the bathroom; Soobin left a pair of clothes for you in there too. Take your time, we can leave whenever you want." The girl let out a similar sigh, closing the door behind her as he blinked wildly. Did I. . . no, I couldn't have. Felix argued with himself mentally before willing himself to get up, stumbling over to the bathroom.

After a quick shower and a few minutes of dry heaving, Felix felt a lot better. He had managed to drink half the water bottle and take the pills on the nightstand too, heading downstairs. He paused at the top of the stairs, however, frozen in place as his jaw hung in the air. There was a giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling, covered in gold and pretty glass.

"Holy shit, this place is expensive," Felix mumbled to himself before going downstairs, acting like he hadn't just ogled the chandelier. He began to do the same to most of the furniture, realizing that if he had even chipped the coffee table, he'd have to sell an organ to fix it. "There should be some pancakes on the counter," Y/n suddenly said as she set a dish in the dishwasher.

Felix looked over, finding a glorious stack of food in front of him. He couldn't help it but blurt the question on his mind, watching as she slid a fork towards him. "What happened last night?" Y/n blinked, turning to look over her shoulder as she sighed and closed the dishwasher, swiftly pressing the on button with her thumb.

"You got drunk at Hyunjin hyung's party and then called me. I thought you would've found your friends first, but you were alone and beyond drunk, so I took you here. Also, your phone died so I charged it." She slid it out of her pocket, handing him the iPhone as he gratefully took it with a friendly smile.

Externally, he was grateful.

Internally, he was dying.

"I-I'm sorry you had to see me like that a-and for bothering y-you so late at night." He stammered, flustered. She smiled slightly and shook her head, "It's fine. I'd rather be bothered at midnight than leave you drunk and vulnerable." Felix let out a sigh of relief, glad that it didn't seem to bother her in the slightest.

Still, in his mind, it was embarrassing to be like that in front of your crush.

Felix finished his breakfast quickly, occasionally making eye contact with her as she cleaned different parts of the kitchen. After she was done, she immediately retreated to the living room and he could faintly hear sounds from the expensive TV. Felix swallowed a bit of the pancake, looking down at the fancy plate.

How does Y/n have friends like this? He blinked, turning to glance into the living room. He had had heard some rumors about her being 'high-up' or having rich friends, but she never acted like such. Not to mention, the male from earlier didn't exactly seem happy to have her here. He swallowed his questions, finishing his meal before handwashing the dish and setting it on the drying rack.

"We can go now," Felix said, bouncing on his heels as he cleared his throat. Y/n peeked over the couch, eyes wide as she studied the boy briefly. In a white hoodie and gray sweatpants, he looked a little too good for someone that was hungover. Y/n went to get her keys from the counter, standing up.

However, Felix caught her wrist smoothly, beaming like an angel. "The pills helped a lot, by the way, thank you." He smiled sweetly at her, her heart pounding in her chest. She returned, her cheeks slowly going back to their s/c tone as the two headed into the elevator. Even the buttons look fancy. Felix swallowed, glancing at the array of them.

They made it through the lobby swiftly, Y/n sparing no time to talk to any of the doormen. She merely waved her keys and they let her pass, the girl smiling briefly at them in return. "Ah, there's my car," Y/n let out a breath, skipping over to the vehicle immediately as Felix followed suit like a lost puppy.

"You can put your address in the GPS, it'll lead me," She said as soon as they buckled in, but Felix was too confused. His brown eyes bore into the sides of the building, admiring the rich-looking people that walked in and out of it. Even the cars around him seemed to be worth more than his college tuition.

His thoughts fell back to the mystery man earlier, his name vaguely ringing in his mind as he subconsciously tapped his address into the device. "Earlier, Y/n," The said girl turned her head up at the sound of her name, her fingers hitting the steering wheel rhythmically as she stared at him innocently.

"Who was that man?"

He watched as her jaw tensed, fingers tightly clutching the steering wheel at his sudden question. His Adam's apple bobbed as he recoiled into his own seat, realizing that this was far too personal of a question to ask. She nibbled at her bottom lip contemplatively before pulling the gear lever into reverse, her foot grazing over the gas pedal.

"A friend."