Following you | Jilix

Party timer

Felix had been looking forward to this night for a while. A party at one of Chan's friends' houses was exactly what he needed to unwind and enjoy himself after the emotional rollercoaster he'd been on. It was the first time in a long while that he felt like things were finally falling into place. The weight of the past was lifting, and tonight was all about having fun with his friends.

The house was already packed when Felix and Chan arrived. The sound of laughter and music filled the air, and the scent of alcohol mixed with the faint smell of cologne and perfume. Felix felt a bit nervous at first, but Chan's easygoing nature quickly put him at ease.

"Come on, let's get you a drink!" Chan said, flashing his trademark grin as he grabbed Felix's hand and led him through the crowd.

They made their way to the kitchen, where a makeshift bar had been set up. Bottles of alcohol were lined up on the counter, and a large punch bowl filled with something that looked dangerously strong sat in the center.

Chan poured them both drinks, and Felix took a tentative sip. The liquid burned as it went down, but the warmth that followed was comforting. They clinked their plastic cups together, and Felix couldn't help but smile. For the first time in what felt like forever, he was genuinely happy.

As the night went on, Felix found himself getting caught up in the energy of the party. He played beer pong with Chan and a group of people he'd never met before, laughing and cheering as they scored points. He wasn't the best at the game, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the feeling of camaraderie, the sense of belonging that he'd been missing for so long.

By the time they started their second round, Felix was feeling the effects of the alcohol. His movements were looser, his laughter louder. He wasn't just happy—he was having the time of his life.

"I haven't seen you like this in ages," Chan said as they took a break, leaning against the wall with a grin. "You're actually having fun."

Felix nodded, still slightly breathless from the game. "Yeah, I guess I am. Thanks for bringing me here, Chan."

"Hey, that's what friends are for," Chan replied, clapping him on the back. "You've been through a lot, man. You deserve to let loose a little."

The night continued with more games, more drinks, and dancing. Felix wasn't much of a dancer, but with Chan by his side and the alcohol flowing through his veins, he didn't care. They moved to the rhythm of the music, laughing as they stumbled and bumped into each other.

For a while, everything was perfect.

But then, as Felix was spinning around to the beat of the music, something caught his eye. In the corner of the room, partially obscured by the crowd, he saw Han Jisung. Han was pressed up against the wall, his arms wrapped around another boy's neck as they kissed.

It took Felix a moment to register what he was seeing. The other boy was Lee Know—Minho—whom Chan had mentioned earlier. They were making out, completely engrossed in each other, but what made Felix's heart drop was the fact that Han's eyes were wide open, staring directly at him.

The look Han gave Felix was intense, almost predatory. It was as if he was devouring Felix with his gaze, even while his lips were locked with Minho's. The shamelessness of it made Felix's stomach churn. He felt like he was intruding on something private, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Felix's breath caught in his throat. He didn't know what to make of the situation. A whirlwind of emotions rushed through him—shock, confusion, anger. Han's gaze felt like a challenge, a twisted game that only he understood.

Unable to take it any longer, Felix turned on his heel and pushed his way through the crowd, heading for the front door. He needed to get out, to clear his head, to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the party.

On the Stairs

Felix found himself sitting on the cold concrete steps outside the house, the night air biting at his skin. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. The sounds of the party were muffled from outside, but they still echoed in his mind. Han's piercing gaze, the sight of him kissing Minho—it was all too much.

He buried his face in his hands, the alcohol-fueled haze in his mind doing little to dull the confusion and frustration that were building up inside him.

Why was Han doing this? What was he trying to prove?

"Hey," came Chan's voice, breaking through Felix's thoughts.

Felix looked up to see Chan standing beside him, concern etched on his face. "You alright? You bolted out of there pretty fast."

Felix sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Chan. I just... Han was in there with Minho, and he was looking at me while they were... you know."

Chan raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and sympathy. "Yeah, that sounds like something Han would do. He's always had a flair for the dramatic."

Felix shook his head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "It's more than that, though. It's like he's trying to mess with me, to get inside my head. I don't get it. Why would he do that?"

Chan sat down beside Felix, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked out into the night. "Because it's Han, Felix. He likes to play games, especially when it comes to people. He knows how to push buttons and make people react. It's what he does."

Felix looked at Chan, searching for some kind of explanation. "But why me? I thought we had something... I don't know, something real. But now, I'm not sure what to think."

Chan let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Han is a complicated guy. He probably does care about you, but he's also got his own issues. Sometimes, people like him don't know how to express what they're really feeling, so they do stupid things instead."

Felix frowned, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. "I just want him to stop messing with me. I'm tired of it, Chan. I'm tired of feeling like I'm just another one of his games."

Chan reached over and gave Felix's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "I get it, man. It's frustrating as hell, but you can't let him get to you. Han's going to do what he's going to do. The best thing you can do is not let it bother you. Eventually, he'll get bored and move on."

Felix nodded, though the knot in his stomach remained. "I hope so. I just want to move on from all this."

"Then do it," Chan said with a smile. "You've got your friends, you've got a life outside of Han. Focus on that. Let him play his games, but don't let it affect you. You deserve better than that."

Felix smiled back, feeling a little more at ease. "Thanks, Chan. You always know what to say."

"Hey, that's what friends are for," Chan replied, standing up and stretching. "Now, what do you say we get back in there and enjoy the rest of the party? I'm not letting you mope around out here all night."

Felix hesitated, but before he could answer, Changbin's voice called out from the doorway. "Chan! Felix! Get your asses back in here, we're starting a new game!"

Chan grinned and offered Felix a hand. "Come on, let's not keep them waiting."

Felix took Chan's hand and let himself be pulled up, his mood lifting slightly. But as they made their way back inside, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a message from Han.

"Meet me outside. We need to talk."

Felix stared at the message, his heart sinking. He knew what Han wanted, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to face him. The memories of what he'd seen just minutes ago were still too fresh, too raw.

"Everything alright?" Chan asked, noticing Felix's hesitation.

Felix quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket, forcing a smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. Let's go back in."

Chan gave him a curious look but didn't press further. They headed back into the party, the music and laughter washing over them once more.