stuck with a phobia ; lee felix

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"This is non-consensual. This is literal abduction. This is without my will," Hailee spouts with her face collided onto Felix's pillow. The addicting scent allowing her to succumb to the velvet sheets.

"You say that yet here you are, laying comfortably on my bed," Felix retorts, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched her utter nonsensical things for the past five minutes.

"Your bed smells nice," she slurred, consciously aware that come morning, she'd regret everything. She could not care though because the walls of Felix's large room were caving in, making her shrink.  Hailee could barely keep her head, nevertheless her own body steady.

Felix snorts at her drunk remark, amused by her alcohol possessed antics. "I'm not even supposed to be talking to you, but here we are—you drunk in my room while I have to babysit you."

"Then take me home. I never asked you to take care of me."

"I can't just leave my own party."

"Then I'll go ask Hyunjin," Hailee attempts to get up but her trembling legs give up on her. Stumbling over, Felix's hands latch on to her waist and sat her swaying figure in front of him. 

"Are you out of your mind?! You can't even stand on your own so just...just stay here for the night," he looks away, his head going empty because of the sudden contact. "It's a long drive back to your house anyway."

Hailee stared back at him blankly, scanning the faint pink painted on his cheeks as the mellow moonlight reflected over the constellation of freckles he seemed to hide. It was a moonlit heaven though; why need stars when they were all over his face?

"Felix, you're doing it again," she mumbled, catching his eyes.

He narrows his gleaming orbs, and an annoyed tone slips out his mouth. "What exactly am I doing Hailee? Because quite frankly, I don't know what I'm doing lately so please, enlighten me."

Hailee was so vague about her emotions, it drove him nuts. He wanted to get in, he wanted to know more. But how could he when every time he tried, she built the barrier even higher.

The girl turns away and huffs, the anger from that night rushing back. She couldn't help it if she was never over it to begin with.

"You never stop caring huh? Even after everything I said that night, you're still here," she waves at herself, "Looking over what I do and taking care of me. Do you think I'm incapable of looking out for myself?"

Spitting it out, she watched his eyes broaden and his lips purse. He sighs, ruffling the soft strands of his hair, "This has nothing to do with incapability. You know I'd never abandon you, Hae."

The sickeningly sweet nickname rolled off his tongue, the melodic chime that emanates whenever he said Hae. She had not heard him recite it after what felt like years, and it was ridiculous. It was just three empty letters, yet he imposed meaning to it.

"Caring about you isn't a chore, if that's what you're thinking." He stops and glances back to the drunk figure staring at his freckles intently before swallowing the lump stuck in his throat.

He spoke as if Hailee would recall a word he said the next morning. Still, a drunk conversation was still a conversation, and maybe this would allow things to reach clarity between the two.

At least they both hoped it would.

But for Hailee, his words aimed at her like bullets of soft candy, tugging at her heart when her head felt so heavy. Her heart plummeted from both the comfort and the guilt entwined from his words and soft voice.