[Third person pov]
“I hate you so fucking much.”
Hyunjin and Minho exchanged confused looks. Does she really? The ravenette had received a call regarding Taeyang's whereabouts and when it was disclosed to him, he quickly called back. And less than a second later (Rip physics) the blonde arrived at the apartment, looking all trashed up. From his messy hair– a result from tousling out of frustration– to beads of sweats trickling down his forehead. Rapid heartbeats and a super worried face.
“I'm sorry,” Felix huffed, pressing the weeping Taeyang closer to him. His fingers whisking through her damp brown hair. After being separated in the hazardous building, the taller had spent the whole night looking for her, he called Hyunjin repeatedly if she had turned up, only for the older to call back at two in the morning informing that Minho brought her back.
“Why did you leave me?” Taeyang kept crying, overwhelmed by countless thoughts and emotions that dawned on her. For a second she thought she'd lost him. How would her world feel without his bubbly demeanor?
When he first burst through the door, everything froze, time stopped and colours flared. That's just how much of an effect the Australian had on her.
“I didn't mean to let go of your hand.”
“But you did, you dummy, I was so scared,” Taeyang bawled, punching Felix's chest nonstop.
“She likes hitting people, huh?” Minho whispered to Hyunjin, who nodded. Actually, the brunette had picked up the habit of nudging of lightly punching Felix's shoulders whenever he do or say something silly.
“Ow, I'm sorry,” Felix caged her tighter in his comforting hug, softly patting her hair, thus preventing her brutal attacks.
Taeyang calmed down, allowing herself to melt into his embrace. “I missed you so much.”
Felix kissed her cheek. “I love you too.”
“Thats not what she said.”
“Poor little chicken.”
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Deep End | Felix ✓
RomanceBlack and white, that's all you see when your heart has been broken. In a world were colours are run by emotions, a loner strive through with the ability to only see in black and white. The depressed crossed paths with an overly bubbly ray of happin...
