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ˏˋ°•*⁀ ➷ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 ─◌✰್ 𝗆𝗈𝗃𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗺𝗼𝗷𝗶𝘁𝗼(𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻)/𝗺𝗼̄ˈ𝗵𝗲̄𝗱𝗼̄/❝𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆, 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋...

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ˏˋ°•*⁀ ➷ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡
─◌✰್ 𝗆𝗈𝗃𝗂𝗍𝗈
𝗺𝗼𝗷𝗶𝘁𝗼(𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻)/𝗺𝗼̄ˈ𝗵𝗲̄𝗱𝗼̄/
❝𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆, 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖺.❞









ˏˋ°•*⁀ ➷ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 ─◌✰್ 𝗆𝗈𝗃𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗺𝗼𝗷𝗶𝘁𝗼(𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻)/𝗺𝗼̄ˈ𝗵𝗲̄𝗱𝗼̄/❝𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆, 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋...

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Why is the grass wet when it hasn't even rained?

Felix could practically feel his socks getting damper and damper the longer he stood in the clearing outside the club. His friends were dancing to yet another slow song. Other than the music, the entire courtyard was quiet. Everyone was peaceful, content.

Everyone except Felix.

He stood a few yards away from where you and Minho were dancing, eyes narrowed as he followed your every move. Mostly, it was Minho holding you up as the two of you attempted to sway to the music. Despite you clearly being drunk, that didn't stop Minho from making you laugh. Felix could hear your genuine giggles mixed with Minho's soft chuckles all the way from his spot near the table that you'd just been sitting at, moments before.

It had been three songs since Minho had asked you to dance. Three full songs. And while that was technically only about ten minutes total, Felix felt like it had been at least ten hours.

Why had Felix been so stupid?

He could have asked you to dance. Minho had even given him permission to do so, practically admitting that he wasn't super into you. And yet Felix had handed you over on a silver platter. And here Felix was, standing all alone, torturing himself, while the rest of his friends had a great, romantic evening.

Did he want himself to be unhappy?

No, of course not. Those would be the thoughts of an insane person.

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