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Felix

practice was good today, i had a good night's sleep. i convinced myself that the note was merely a joke, and that's probably how it is.
Hyunjin didn't show up to practice today, which is good since i want to avoid him as much as possible, what i did in the common room was nothing but embarrassing, god, where did that sound even come from?
i was tying my shoe laces when i hear someone run in, it's Hyunjin.
Hyunjin: *panting* "did i miss it again?" he says, leaning against the doorway.
me: "yeah" i say, focusing on my shoelaces. i get up and throw my bag on my shoulder and head for the door, Hyunjin still backed up against the door frame.
as soon as i leave the room, i feel his hand grab my arm and pull me back
Hyunjin: "don't you want to practice together again?" he says while smirking.
i look at his hand holding my arm, his rings are cold against my bare skin, why do i not want him to let go?
me: "i cant, sorry" i let go of his grip, he slightly grimaced, as if my words were not expected, he seemed...quite...disappointed.

Hyunjin

"close your eyes" the make up artist says.
We're getting ready for a photoshoot we have today.
Felix has been very cold towards me, only me.
i look back to see him laughing with Lee know, his legs placed on his thighs, one of Lee Know's arm is around his shoulder and his other hand on his thigh, why did i suddenly start clenching my jaw? i look away and start conversing with the makeup artist.

It was time for the photoshoot, we took group pictures first, and then the photographer started choosing different pairs.
"Felix and Hyunjin". the photographer said.
I suddenly start growing shy, which is unlikely of me, i was OBVIOUSLY made to be in a camera's presence.
Felix: "ahh look, i need a touch up" Felix says as he smudges his black eyeshadow. now i'm getting pissed.

Felix

i might be a bit childish if you can tell.
photographer: "Felix, go wait in the makeup room the makeup artist will be coming in a bit. I.N and Bang chan we'll take a few shots until he's done".
I go to the makeup room and look at myself in the mirror, god i look insane with the black eyeshadow smeared all over my face. I need a drink. i open the fridge to find a few soju bottles....i think i can hear them calling my name.

As i gulp the last shot i hear someone knocking on the door, i throw away the soju bottle, mustering the courage to walk in a straight line, i head for the door, i creak the door open.
"can i come in?" Hyunjin says. his arm is leaned up on the door, his head is tilted, worry coloring his face.
I open my mouth to say yes but i decide against it, him out of anyone should not know that i've been drinking.
"Felix...i..." Hyunjin starts off but then he pauses and looks at me, his face went from worried and confused to....oh boy..
he starts walking in my direction, his features blank of emotion, i cant help but back myself up against the wall and Hyunjin, well, he doesn't stop.
My vision is slow at this point, all i can see is him slamming his hand on the wall next to my face, i really hope no one heard that. His face gradually inches closer to mine, his cologne is musky, warm, a bit zesty to the smell, the type that stings your throat if you inhale too much of it, and boy am i breathing like a whirlwind right now. His lips are bright red, i dont know if it's because of how hard he bit them when he slammed his hand, or because of his favorite strawberry chapstick. his eyes are yet again ingrained into mine, i guess i've been starting at them for too long since i haven't realized his body shifting closer against mine, close enough to hear his heart beat against my chest...or is it my heart beat? i'm too knocked up on serotonin to tell at this point.
he clears his voice, his expression now playful, teasy.

"Lee Felix" my name rolls off his tongue like honey, with a slight grunt in his tone, he raises his other hand, suddenly holding my jaw and grabbing my cheeks, pushing my head onto the wall, applying enough pressure to make my breath hitch.
"are you going to confess or what?"

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