Mixtape

[14]

(For the sake of the plot, almost everyone from Studio Lovers has been reincarnated with the same names and surnames, but I'll probably describe their visuals differently)

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The sound of painful gags, choked up coughs, and fluids constantly hitting the water at the bottom of the toilet resonated from a closed bathroom stall and filled the entire room

Felix lifted his head out of the toilet, kneeling infront of it as he clutched onto his thighs, his fingernails scratching against the rough fabric of his jeans as he desperately tried to catch his breath

At this point in time, his vision was blurred, all he could see was the shape of the toilet and the tears in his eyes that made the edges of everything look like it was made of hexagons and pentagons

Each time he thought he was done throwing up his stomach's contents, he'd blink his eyes and see the same bone-chilling image time and time again

An image of Hyunjin smiling at him with his blonde hair, and next to him standing the faceless blonde who haunted his dreams like some sort of demon

And without a second to prepare, he was bent over on the edge of the toilet, coughing and gagging up liquids as his eyes shed tears like a cloud on a rainy day

He didn't know just how much time had passed since he went running out of the class, one arm wrapped around his stomach and gripping the side of his sweater, the other hand slapped onto his mouth as he stumbled around with his back hunched

All he knew was that if he were to go back into that class, there was no telling how he'd react to seeing the boy who'd slowly became his favourite person, but now turned into the clone of his worst nightmare

Fluids had stopped pouring out of his mouth, but the tears that stung his eyes like smoke never stopped rolling down his face, dripping onto the back of his shaking hands as he tried to control his breathing

It was stupid, honestly. Why was he letting stupid dreams ruin his chance at having a good friend? Why did he freak out at someone who just changed his hair colour? Why was he letting some person from his dreams torment him?

He took a deep breath in, wiping the tears away from under his eyes. Even with that realisation, he still wasn't ready to be in the same room as the male, even if none of this was his fault

He just needed to calm down, help himself, and get his thoughts and feelings in check. There was no telling what he'd do if he had to look at the male again

He rolled out a few squares of toilet paper and blew his nose, standing up on his unsteady feet as he threw the used toilet paper into the toilet and flushed all his misery down

He closed the lid and unlocked the stall door with his rattling hands, took slow, unsteady, and almost worn out looking steps to the sink, and took a moment to look at himself in the mirror

His cheeks glistened with trails that his tears left behind on his freckled skin, his face paler than normal as his eyes remained bloodshot red and the tip of his nose resembling that of Rudolph's

His hair stuck to his sweaty yet cold neck while the rest lay disheveled in all directions, and his pale-looking lips remained dry and slightly cracked at the corners

Just looking into the mirror and taking in the heartbreaking reflection of himself was enough to send him running back to the stall with a twisted stomach

God, he hated how he looked and felt at that moment

He saved himself from breaking out in tears again as he opened the tap, washing his hands thoroughly before bending over and letting the water fill his mouth. He gargled and spat out until the taste of stomach acid and bitter vomit left his mouth