Unconditionally (BOOK 3)

Addicted

Art by @kamimujo
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"You made it, you can finally come home. It wasn't as bad as you thought, right?" Wooyoung was squeezing my waist for dear life in the parking lot. He missed me more than he's letting on which made me smile. I missed him a lot too.

"It was good." I nodded, rubbing his back comfortingly. "Now get me home."

I wanted to be as far away from this place as possible. Coming back isn't much of an option either. Taemin left two months into my stay, but kept coming back and said he was my 'friend'. I wish I could escape him, but he insisted on me giving him my number. The last thing he said once he saw me was that he was expecting a text very soon. He also made it clear that he doesn't like being ignored. That's where I let fear get the best of me. I have no desire to find out what happens if I don't do as he says.

"We did a little something for you in Felix's old room." Wooyoung couldn't seem to contain his excitement.

"There's only one thing you could've done." I smiled, already picturing it in my head.

We made it inside the apartment and I instantly felt relief. It was nice to feel some familiarity again. Now there's just a little blonde I need to see to bring it all together.

"Felix, Hyunjin's home!" Wooyoung shouted. "He's been busy today." He looked to me.

"Doing what? The room?"

A wild jet black haired Felix ran down the stairs and I dropped my jaw immediately.

"Don't kill me." He laughed knowing how much I love the blonde hair. I slapped my hand onto my chest and fanned my face with my other hand. "You like it?" He smiled.

"I'm going to faint." I said dramatically. "Beautiful." Once he got my approval, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground. "Oh my god, Felix." I laughed.

"Hey, no more hospital bills. Put that man down." Wooyoung said, waving his finger back and forth between the two of us. San was the last person to come downstairs into the living room. He was visibly sweating with his shirt off for some reason. "Yes!" Wooyoung started obnoxiously screaming and pointing at him while looking at me and Felix. "You see that?" San was already embarrassed so he slowly turned back around. "No, you stay right here, you absolute psycho." He waved his fiancé over to him and jumped in his arms. "You see this?" He rubbed his hand up and down San's bicep. Poor guy just hid his face on Wooyoung's shoulder.

"San, this is how Wooyoung used to talk about you in high school before you guys even acknowledged each other's existence." I really thought I exposed him.

"Good to know that hasn't changed." San sighed. But apparently not.

I noticed Felix's slight pout because I bet he felt a small amount of jealousy. I just rolled my eyes and stood him in front so I could give him a small kiss.

"I was painting portraits of you before we talked, don't forget that."

"That's right!" He gasped, seeming much happier. "Wait! You need to come upstairs." Felix led me by holding onto my pointer finger the way he always does and took me into the room that was once his. "Ta-da!" He held his arms out to his sides with a big smile on his face. "Do you like it?"

I looked around in complete awe. This was the nicest art room I've ever seen in my life. There were shelves and old paintings of mine hung up on the wall. Every tool I'd ever need was right in front of me.

"This is perfect." I was immensely grateful.

"This is everything from back home. We just moved it in here and added a few things." I could tell this was Felix's idea. It really is better than I could've imagined.