Cold Hands, Warm Heart ✧ Minsung ✧

#41

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Felix's head was pounding as he woke up to the sound of his alarm, he groggily searched for his phone to turn it off, finding it somewhere in his blankets. As he turned to face the ceiling, he rubbed his eyes and suddenly remembered 'Jisung!'.

He opened his eyes and sat up in bed, realizing it was empty. He walked naked in his room collecting his things and quickly dressing up, he went to the kitchen to find the house was empty as well, he gulped.

He panicked and immediately messaged Jisung.

"Jisung Where are you? Are you okay?"

He waited but not a single message was delivered, he tried to call him but apparently his phone was off. His phone alarm went off and Felix realized he was late for his dance class, he rushed to the company "Fuck, fuck!".

Felix had his dance class with Minho, who he had a tired face on.

Hyunjin whispered to Felix, "Jesus, he must have had a night to remember."

Felix blushed and dryly swallowed, he looked down "yeah, he must have".

During the dance class, they were pushed to their limits, the class was something to kill them for the nth time, they were exhausted talking in the bathroom.

"He will eventually kill us some time" Felix said, splashing water on his face.

"I think he will, but I think I'm improving a lot more since he started to teach us" Hyunjin stated.

Felix begrudgingly agreed, he didn't want to admit it, but the boy was right "Yeah, maybe..."

"And how are things with Jisung? Did you guys talk?" Hyunjin asked while combing his hair.

Felix choked on his own saliva, "Ah yeah, we talked."

"So you confessed?" Hyunjin asked with a grin.

Felix blushed and shook his head, "No, I didn't. I think it's too soon..."

Hyunjin slapped the younger's shoulder and said, "Hey, don't miss your chance."

Felix rolled his eyes, "Says who? When will you and Jeongin get together?"

Hyunjin thought for a moment bringing a finger to his lips before replying, "Mmh...maybe soon." He smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"What!? I saw you guys acting weird that night" Felix squinted his eyes at Hyunjin, then his phone alarm went off. "Okay, I gotta go. You'll tell me everything next time" he said, pointing at him.

Hyunjin smiled and waved goodbye.

Felix rushed to work, eager to see Jisung and talk to him about what happened the previous night. But as he got closer, he started to feel anxious about Jisung missing all day. When he opened the door, he saw another person covering for him.

"Joong?" Felix asked in confusion.

"Hi, Felix!" Hongjoong greeted him with a smile and waved at him.

"Where's Jisung?" Felix's face dropped.

"Wow, you're really not happy to see me" Hongjoong faked a heart break.

"No, no, it's not like that, I'm sorry, hyung!" Felix worried hugged him, but Hongjoong laughed and stepped back.

"Hey, easy, lucky you Seonghwa is not here" Hongjoong put his hands on Felix's shoulders.

"I'm sorry... but where's Jisung?" Felix furrowed his eyebrows, his worry for Jisung only grew.

"Boss called me and said Jisung sent her a message saying he was not feeling well today, so she asked me to cover for him" Hongjoong smiled.

"Ah, he's not feeling well..." Felix whispered to himself, looking down.

"Don't worry, he will be back tomorrow" Hongjoong said, patting the younger's back, then walked to the counter.

Felix messaged Jisung in the staff room.

"Ji, how are you?

Hongjoong is here, he told me that boss said to him that you're not feeling well today

Do you want me to come over?

I can cook something for you"

Felix was worried about his friend after everything they had been through lately.

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Jisung woke up the next morning and realized what had happened between him and Felix. He panicked, gathered his things, and ran home.

His mind was confused, his vision blurry, and he was afraid of having another panic attack anytime soon.

His breathing was uneasy, he was feeling weak and his pain was growing.

He lay in bed, unable to sleep or leave the house, tears streaming down his face 'what have I done'.

His alarm went off, and he mustered up the strength to message his boss.

He didn't know for how long he was there in the silence with his own feelings eating him alive.

He was drained of energy and felt like he was being consumed by his own emotions.

He didn't have strength to get up, he didn't have a voice to scream.

He curled up in a ball and sobbed under his blanket, wanting nothing more than to cry himself to sleep.

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