Stray Kids Imagines

Regrets ~Felix

YOUR POV
It wasn't until you entered your mom's house and reached into your pockets for your keys that you realized you didn't have your phone. You groaned, realizing you must have left it at Felix's place.

Since you weren't in the mood to talk to him, you decided to leave it as it was. You knew he'd probably notice and try to bring it back, but you hoped your mom would be home to answer the door so you wouldn't have to.

But that didn't go as planned. Your mom got called in for an earlier shift than usual and left around 9 a.m. She probably wouldn't be back until 5, which meant you'd be home all day-and if Felix decided to come by with your phone, you'd have to answer the door.

You started your morning routine, showering and making breakfast, hoping to work on a few things to distract yourself from last night. That plan was interrupted when you heard the doorbell. You were stationed at your desk in your old room when the sound broke through the silence. Glancing at the time on your laptop-12:45 p.m.-you wondered who it could be at this hour. You had a suspicion it might be Felix, though you hoped otherwise. Maybe it was just the mailman or a neighbor needing something.

Nope.

When you got downstairs and peeked through the door's peephole, you weren't surprised to see Felix. He stood there with his arms crossed inside his oversized hoodie, staring at the ground.

You didn't want to ignore him-not entirely, he didn't deserve that-so you opened the door, albeit hesitantly.

Felix looked exhausted, his eyes slightly red as if he hadn't slept all night. The silence between you felt thick and heavy.

"Hey," he greeted softly, looking like he'd gone through all three stages of grief in one night.

"Hey," you mumbled back, shifting your gaze away. He stared at you for a moment, gathering the confidence to say something. When your eyes met his, waiting for him to make a move, he finally spoke.

He held up your phone. "You left your phone at my place, and I figured you'd want it back."

You took it from his hands with a quiet, "Thanks." You left the door open, unsure of what to do. You'd never been in this situation before. He nodded, then glanced into the house.

"Could I come in to talk?" he asked, but you shook your head immediately.

"I don't think that's the best idea. I think...we need some time." You whispered, trying to avoid his gaze because it would make it harder.

The silence between you was suffocating. You could feel Felix's eyes searching for yours, and when you looked at him, you saw a raw vulnerability you'd never seen before. His face was tense, his jaw clenched as if holding back words he desperately wanted to say but couldn't. It was painful to watch, knowing you'd put that look on his face-the hurt, the confusion, the silent plea he seemed almost too afraid to voice. It reminded you of the look he gave you when he wanted to tell you he loved you but was afraid it was too early in the relationship and didn't want to scare you off.

And then, slowly, he seemed to accept it. Without another word, he gave a small, reluctant nod and turned, starting to walk back to his car.

You watched him, your heart twisting with every step he took away from you. His shoulders sagged under the weight of unspoken feelings, and his usually lively expression was clouded as he walked, his eyes fixed on the ground. But halfway to his car, he stopped and turned to face you.

"Do you regret us dating?" he blurted out. You raised an eyebrow at his question.

"Huh? What? Why would you think that?"