BL ONESHOTS NO.5

¹⁰⁵⁰Style x Fadel

"You're not listening to me, Fadel!" Style's voice echoed through the quiet apartment, a hint of desperation lacing his words.

Fadel, his eyes glued to the TV, sighed heavily before turning to face his partner. "What is it, Style?"

Style paused, gathering his thoughts. "I just... I don't feel like we're connecting anymore. Like we're just going through the motions."

Fadel leaned back, his eyes searching for a reaction on Style's face. "What do you mean?"

Style's heart pounded as he stepped closer, the weight of his words heavy in the air. "I mean, when was the last time we did something spontaneous together? Something that didn't involve work or Netflix?"

Fadel's gaze shifted away, and Style knew he had hit a nerve. "Look, I've been busy. You know that. Work's been crazy."

Style nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah, I know. And I've been there too, but it's like we're living separate lives under one roof."

The silence between them grew thick, a palpable entity in the room. Style watched as Fadel's expression morphed from confusion to something that looked like annoyance. "What are you expecting me to say, Style? That I'll drop everything and suddenly we'll be this perfect couple again?"

The question stung, and Style felt his frustration bubble to the surface. "No, I just want us to make an effort. To remember why we fell in love."

Fadel's eyes narrowed. "I never said we weren't in love."

Style threw his hands up in the air. "Then what's the problem? Why can't we make time for each other?"

Fadel muted the TV, his eyes meeting Style's. "Because maybe love isn't enough anymore."

The words hung in the air like a bomb waiting to drop, and for a moment, Style couldn't breathe. The apartment, once a haven of warmth and comfort, suddenly felt cold and alien.

Fadel's voice was low, almost a whisper. "We've changed, Style. We've both changed."

Style felt his throat tighten, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Is this it, then? Are we just going to let us fade away?"

Fadel's expression softened, his hand reaching out to touch Style's arm. "I don't know. But we need to talk about it."

Style nodded, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. This was the moment he had been dreading for months, the moment when the cracks in their relationship could no longer be ignored. They sat down on the couch, the TV flickering in the background, and began the conversation that would either save them or break them apart.

"Okay," Style started, his voice shaky. "Let's talk."

Fadel took a deep breath and turned to face him fully. "I know I've been distant, and I'm sorry for that. Work has been... consuming. But it's not just work. I've been feeling like I'm losing myself in this relationship."

Style felt a jolt of pain, as if Fadel had slapped him. "What do you mean?"

"We've been together so long, and I love you, but I don't know if I know who I am without you." Fadel's eyes searched Style's, looking for understanding. "I need to figure some things out."

Style's mind raced, trying to process Fadel's words. He knew their relationship had been stagnant, but he had hoped it was just a phase. "So what are you saying?"

Fadel's hand found his, their fingers intertwining. "I'm saying maybe we need some space. Time apart to find ourselves again."

The proposal hung in the air, heavy and ominous. Style felt his chest tighten. "Space?"