The Party That Killed || Hyunlix

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Felix pov.
When the ambulance took Jisung away and his body disappeared from our sight, I felt the tension lift. The guys approached me, asking what had happened.

"Felix, what happened here?" Jeongin asked, looking worried.

I started to explain what had occurred. "You know, Jisung suddenly started complaining that he felt worse and was about to faint. And I thought the guy was really just trying to spend a little more time with Minho," I said, trying to sound serious. "I had to get into character so we didn’t look like idiots."

Seungmin laughed, but quickly stifled it when he saw my expression. "So that’s why he was being so dramatic?" he remarked.

"Exactly!" I nodded. "Everyone thought something was really wrong with him, and he was just looking for a way for Minho to take care of him. I thought I was going to suffocate from laughter!"

We started laughing, and I felt that despite the whole situation, at least for a moment, I could breathe a little easier from the stress.

"I can't believe he did that," Jeongin said, shaking his head. "Well, there's nothing like showing off in front of a guy."

When I looked at their amused faces, I felt that despite all this tragedy, we had the strength to laugh at absurd situations. And in the end, what could be better than laughter in the face of horror?

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Jisung pov.
Lying on the hospital bed, I felt a bit like I was in a comedy. A nurse entered the room with enthusiasm, as if she had magical potions with her.

"Are you in pain? Is your head spinning? Do you need anything?" she asked, jotting down something in her notebook.

I answered all her questions according to plan.

"No, no, nothing like that," I said, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Finally, seeing my bland reactions, the nurse, a bit bored, gave up and left the room. As soon as she disappeared behind the door, I couldn't help but chuckle. Then Minho walked into the room, and his terrified expression made me feel like an actor in a comedy.

"Oh my god, I feel so bad!" I dramatized. "I think I'm still feeling it after that sight!"

Minho looked at me in disbelief, as if trying to read my thoughts.

"Alright, cut it out; I just figured you out. You didn't feel worse at all, did you?"

With a smile on my face, I protested, "Oh come on! Let me pretend a little longer!"

Minho laughed but quickly adopted a serious tone.

"Okay, wait. Are you alright? Do you need anything? Are you in pain?"

I looked at him with a feigned seriousness and said, "Um, fine, let's just stick with the fact that you figured me out."

We both burst into laughter, and the atmosphere in the room became much lighter. Although this wasn't my favorite situation, at least I had Minho by my side, which made everything feel a little better.

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I lay on the hospital bed, still looking around at the white, sterile walls that were starting to irritate me. I felt like these walls were more repulsive than the sight of the corpse I had seen earlier. Just then, Changbin entered the room with a smile on his face.

"I see the guy is feeling better," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, because the hospital walls have a wonderful effect on my immunity," I muttered, unable to suppress my irritation. "There's no way I'm staying here any longer! I'm going to be sick again!"

Changbin and Minho exchanged knowing smiles. Minho stepped closer, and his tone became more serious.

"Jisung, we need to question you about what happened."

"But I can't in the hospital!" I shouted, trying to sit up, but immediately recoiled. "No way! Look how boring it is here!"

"Don't you want to put extra stress on yourself?" Changbin asked, looking at me closely.

"Not at all! I just don’t want to be here!" I protested, feeling my frustrations rising.

Minho chuckled softly.

"Really, you want to go with us to the station so you can spend more time with me, right?"

I immediately blushed. It was almost as if he could read my mind. Am I that obvious?

"Me? What are you talking about, of course not!" I protested, but a voice came out of my mouth that betrayed my true intentions.

"I heard the station has better views than the hospital," Changbin added with a teasing tone.

When I shook my head, I couldn't help but smile.

"Fine, it’s settled. When I get out, I'm going to the station!"

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Felix pov.
I'm sitting at a table in the cafeteria, enjoying lunch and chatting with Hyunjin. The atmosphere is relaxed, and laughter is flowing from our conversation when suddenly an unfamiliar boy approaches us.

"Hey, can I sit here?" he asks, with an uncertain smile on his face.

Hyunjin raises his eyebrows, and I nod, inviting him to take a seat.

"I'm Yuto," he introduces himself, his gaze focused on me. "I saw you at the party recently. I couldn’t gather the courage to talk to you because… well, you know, I was a bit scared."

His uncertainty makes me smile.

"No worries, it’s all good!" I say. "Parties can be a bit chaotic."

"Yeah, exactly! I saw you dancing, and I thought you were having a great time." He smiles wider. "Somehow, I finally gathered the courage to come over."

Hyunjin shifts his posture a bit, clearly feeling a bit jealous. He looks at Yuto with noticeable distrust.

"That's great that you came," he says, trying to sound neutral. "So, did you enjoy the party?"

Yuto nods.

"It was cool, but I saw that some people had enough. As they say, not everyone is made for parties."

Suddenly, I feel Hyunjin tense slightly toward me. I start to wonder if he’s jealous.

"Well, yeah," I agree. "It’s not for everyone. Sometimes you can feel overwhelmed."

Yuto smiles, but I notice something in his eyes that raises my alertness. Is it just me, or does Hyunjin have a point in being suspicious?

"And you...?"

"Hyunjin."

"And you, Hyunjin, were you at the party?" Yuto asks, and I notice that the guy is trying to connect.

"No, I didn't have fun. I had other plans," Hyunjin responds, his tone sounding firm.

Yuto seems a bit disappointed but quickly returns to the conversation with me, continuing the thread about the party.

I feel that Hyunjin doesn’t trust the new guy, and I start to wonder what he really thinks. And why did he lie to the guy that he wasn’t at the party? I feel a bit awkward, but I try to be nice.

"So, what are your plans for the future? Any other parties?" I ask, trying to ease the tension.

Yuto shrugs.

"Maybe. If they're like the last one, why not!"

Trying to draw Hyunjin into the conversation, I look at him, hoping he’ll smile. Even though the atmosphere is tense, the friendship between me and Hyunjin remains strong.

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Movie suggestion: Ghostbusters (1984)