stuck with a phobia ; lee felix

𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂-𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷

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"Sometimes all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of June..."

(a/n; my bsf has me obsessed with heat waves lately lolol)

The music pounded through the rigid walls—a calming mix that still ripped through my eardrums as I was lost in complete thought.

While everyone else had already gone out to spend an euphonious night in the sumptuous air outside, I was still sat down on the wooded tiles in the cabin.
I would have joined them, but what was more pivotal to me at the moment was the sudden, and ridiculous epiphany I was nearing.

I hated to even think this, but was it possible for Felix to have a crush on me?

It seemed like a preposterous thought, but I was no stranger to the extent of friendship. I was starting to believe that just maybe not everything he says could actually be, well, platonic.

Unless of course he was pulling some kind of playboy shit on me. I doubt that though, considering his warm nature.

But the more I thought about it, the more absurd it sounded. Like Felix, liking me? Why—what—how?!
Now all the things he says and did just made sense.

The murmuring between Hyunjin and Seungmin earlier, the random "platonic" dates he mentions, the clingyness, the way he's always trying to help me—even the flirtatious attitude! It wasn't just his sly behavior like I thought it was, he probably meant every phrase he said.

The swift realization made my mind whirl; thoughts upon thoughts clashing with each other as I tried to tend to them all.

I sighed, and bit my lips rather roughly. Of all things, this was the last thing I expected. It reminds me of why I was so hesitant to become friends with Felix in the first place. Who knew we would become so close? Who knew one of us would get attached so quickly?

Attachment. Such a fragile and ugly term.

Sticking to someone like glue and being entranced with their every word; it was like a magic spell bestowed to poor souls to eventually wither from it in time's grasp.

Though I was not entirely sure Felix even liked me in that way, I didn't know how I could face him now. My hand subconsciously dug for the musicbox hidden in my bag, and clasped onto it. Despite the situation, at least it could help me calm down.

I looked out the window, watching groups of people gather around rides, hearing their torturous wailing as the aroma of fried goods wafted into the room. I might as well get ready and join them all.

Not sure of what to wear, I tucked a plain black top under the waist of my long, white skirt. The pleated fabric ended just above my ankles, and my hand sifted over the ruffles accustomed on the attire.