stuck with a phobia ; lee felix

𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂-𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

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The evening sky casted a heavy hollow as the three of us exited out of the café and parted ways.

We had a rather good time, eating away Ivy's overbought snacks and chatting about silly memories. It was a shame the moment couldn't last any longer, but time was always a bit cruel.

A sigh heaves out of me and while my hands dug into the pits of my pockets, I kicked every rock on the street that touched my feet. That was until, I heard low footsteps following behind me.

I pick up the pace, practically speed walking back home with suspicion closely lurking behind me.
The mysterious footsteps also speed up in pace and now panic swept over me. Who the hell did this creep think they were?

I attempted to look over, but was met with only a hooded figure. Of course they had a strange hood veiled over their head, it was like any other horror film.

Turning over to the bushes on the corner of the street, I immediately take out a book that I (thankfully) managed to grab earlier.
As expected, the creeps follows behind me and shifts to the corner I was at, and that's when I strike!

"Fucking creep!" A hiss made its way out of me as I gladly bashed the asshole on their head. That felt great.

"Ouch!" he winced as pain unraveled upon him. I didn't feel bad, he deserved it. But as much as I wanted to sprint away to save my life, I recognized the familiar voice that yelped in pain.

"What was that for?!" his dark, deep voice echoes.

"Felix?"

"No it's Jackson Wang from the convenience store," he said with sarcasm laced in his tone.
I watched him rub the injury that was forming on his forehead, but I had no reason to feel guilt. I was only protecting myself!

"I'm not sorry," I huffed.

"After trampling my head and pretty face with your heavy book for nothing?!"

"Well why were you following me? I was just protecting myself!"

His gaze softened and he seemed to realized that I did in fact, have a reason to be frightened.

Sighing, he pulls his hood down and looks straight at me. "I was only following you to make sure there were no weirdos following you back home."

"Doesn't that make you a weirdo, though?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It makes me a good weirdo, one who looks out for his dear friend," he flashes a smile.

Is there ever a moment where the boy doesn't smile? He was in complete pain from my impact, yet still acts like everything was all good.

"Well your friend can look out for herself. Just make sure you're not the one who ends up in a dead pit, Felix."

With that, I try walking off until his voice causes me to halt. "You never apologized."

I turned around, "And do I have to?"

I eyed the bruise that was making its way onto his forehead, good thing his hair was parted today so I could actually see it.

"I was looking—"

"Shut it and follow me," I grabbed his wrist and ushered him to the nearest pharmacy.

Tugging him along and sitting him down, I find a first aid kit to help treat his wound and patch it up with a final bandage.

"There. That's my apology."