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"How much of self respect do you lack to ask me to fuck you just to prove a point?"
"You are hot too." He adds like it makes a difference.
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In a world where a writer, Hyunjin struggles with lack of inspiration for his books, so he de...
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Felix's POV
I can feel my head throbbing and stairs seem to double as I'm coming down from my room. I have no energy, woke up with dry mouth, feeling like I have been in dessert for a month. Everything is annoying me, even little sunrays coming from the kitchen windows.
"Where were you?" my brother asks, sipping his morning coffee and going through his daily plans as always.
"well, I fucked up." I answer, struggling to even pour down water for myself.
"is "up" Changbin's new nickname?" Minho chuckles to himself, making me roll my eyes.
"You are one to talk." I smirk as I see freshly awoken Jisung standing in a doorframe, looking confused. Then he finally goes up to Minho, snatching his cup of coffee and taking a sip.
"Ew, what the fuck is this?" Jisung almost spits coffee out. "You are a fucking disaster if you drink coffee without sugar."
"That's what you get from drinking my coffee."
"Then you could have make me some."
"I still can, how much sugar?" Minho sweetly asks as he stands up.
"Ugh, this is too much cuteness on hangover." I whisper to myself, but my brother seems to hear it, as he shoots his annoyed gaze at me. I, with all my heart, wish I choke on this water right now. "Anyway, aren't you heading to university?"
"It can wait." He nonchalantly answers. Uh, this is new. Even though, I know Minho is such a hopeless romantic, he would never postpone his work for someone. Jisung over here getting princess treatment, huh.
"Felix," Jisung starts, when he finally stops giggling at my brother. "Why the fuck did you sleep with Changbin? Aren't you and Hyunjin a thing?"
"No, we never were a thing."
"Are you in denial?"
"Can you shut up?" I answer with a question, and even though I look frustrated, none of them seem to care. They just shrug it off, sipping their coffee and side eyeing me.
Lord, give me strength.
Since new semester is going to start in few days, I need to go to university to pick up my new schedule, in if possible, take books out of library.
I couldn't shake off this weird feeling on the whole way there. I don't feel any kind of guilt about what happened with Changbin, but the whole situation with Hyunjin keeps replaying in my mind. His confession, my rejection—I can't escape the echoes of his words.
