PHONE | Felix ff

What are we?

I couldn't stay there any longer. The weight of the conversation, the confusion, the shame, all of it felt suffocating. My legs moved on their own as I stepped back, my mind barely processing what had just been said.

"Eva, wait—" Chan's voice followed me, but I didn't stop. I couldn't look at him anymore. I needed space. I needed to breathe.

I rushed through the hallway and out the door, not caring if anyone saw. The cool air outside was a sharp contrast to the heaviness I felt inside, but it did little to calm my racing heart. I needed to get away. I needed to find some comfort, and the only place that came to mind was Felix's dorm.

Felix. He would know what to say. Or at least he wouldn't judge me. I needed someone who wasn't a part of all this mess.

I knocked softly on his door. "Felix sunbae?"

He opened it, and before he could say anything, I rushed to him and wrapped my arms around him. "I need you to listen," I said, my voice trembling.

Minutes passed as we sat together on the couch, cuddling for comfort while I poured my heart out, telling him everything. Felix gently stroked my hair, his soothing presence calming me. "It will be okay," he reassured me. "Chan will move on now that you're like a sister to him."

I leaned into his warmth, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing as I tried to gather my thoughts. The weight of everything I'd just confessed still pressed on me, but Felix's calmness had a way of easing the tension in my chest.

"Do you really think so?" I whispered, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.

Felix smiled softly, his eyes full of understanding. "I know so. You're family now, and that changes things. It'll give him the space he needs."

I nodded, though doubt lingered in the back of my mind. But Felix was always the calm in the storm, and his certainty made me believe that maybe, just maybe, things would be okay.

"Lix....what are we?" I asked. He paused and looked at me - "Sudden-"

"We kiss." I said sitting straight. "What does that make us?"

Felix's eyes widened for a moment, the question hanging in the air between us, heavy yet tender. I could feel the sudden rush of heat in my chest, the pulse in my veins quickening. He sat still for a moment, his fingers still gently resting on my shoulder, as if grounding himself in the present moment.

"You... want to know what we are?" he asked softly, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty, something I had never heard from him before. He leaned closer, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the warmth of his skin. His lips parted, but no words came out immediately. It was as if he was searching for the right thing to say, or perhaps trying to understand the weight of my question.

"I do," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "I need to know."

His gaze softened as he reached up, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my skin for a second longer than necessary, his touch gentle but deliberate. "I think..." he trailed off, clearly wrestling with his own emotions.

He finally met my eyes again, and his smile—so tender and genuine—made my heart flutter. "We're something more than what we were," he said slowly, his words like a quiet confession. "Something special. Something... that doesn't need a name yet, but it's something I've been feeling for a while."

He leaned in just a fraction, his breath brushing against my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. "You make me feel like I'm home," he murmured, his eyes flickering with vulnerability, and without another word, he closed the small distance between us.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if we were both testing the waters of something new and fragile. But when I leaned into him, deepening the kiss, he responded with a warmth and intensity that made the world outside of this moment fade away. It was as if everything made sense, as if this kiss had been waiting for us, for all the uncertainty, the shared laughter, the quiet moments.

When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads rested against each other, our breaths mingling in the stillness. "What are we, Lix?" I asked again, my voice trembling, though not from fear anymore, but from the undeniable pull between us.

Felix's smile grew, a quiet joy lighting up his face. "I think we're exactly what we need to be," he whispered, his hands tracing the line of my jaw. "And we'll figure the rest out together."

Just as Felix's words settled between us, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway, followed by the familiar creak of the door. It opened slowly, and before either of us could react, Seungmin's voice rang out.

"Felix? Are you—" He paused, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. Felix and I were sitting closer than we'd ever been, the air thick with the unspoken tension of the moment.

Seungmin blinked, his gaze flicking between us, his expression one of surprise mixed with curiosity. "Uh... I can come back later," he muttered, already taking a step back toward the door.

"No, it's fine," Felix said quickly, his voice calm but with a hint of nervousness. He straightened up on the couch, clearing his throat. "We were just... talking."

Seungmin hesitated, glancing at me, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to process what he was seeing. "Talking?" he repeated, his voice laced with skepticism. "Right." He didn't quite buy it, but he didn't push further, just awkwardly shifting on his feet.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I pulled my hands into my lap, suddenly aware of how close Felix and I had been moments ago. Felix, sensing my discomfort, cleared his throat again and shot Seungmin a reassuring smile.

"Seungmin," Felix began, his voice steady. "We were just having a conversation about... a lot of things." His gaze flickered to me, then back to Seungmin. "It's nothing weird. Just, you know, stuff we've been going through."

Seungmin tilted his head, clearly unconvinced but not wanting to press. He crossed his arms, looking at us both as if he could read the air between us. "Okay, if you say so," he said slowly, though his eyes never fully left us.

I shifted uncomfortably, wondering if Seungmin suspected more than we were letting on. Felix seemed to sense the tension and stood up, offering a friendly pat on Seungmin's shoulder. "Why don't you sit down for a bit? I think we could all use a distraction."

Seungmin hesitated, glancing at me, then back to Felix. He eventually relented, walking further into the room and flopping down on the armchair next to the couch. He let out a long sigh, clearly still processing the oddness of the situation.

We sat in silence for a moment, the air thick with unsaid words. I could feel Felix's presence beside me, the warmth of his body grounding me despite the unease Seungmin's sudden entrance had caused.

Seungmin's voice broke the silence, slightly teasing, but laced with a note of concern. "So, what exactly were you two talking about?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Something important, huh?"

Felix shot me a quick glance before answering. "Just... life," he said lightly, his smile never wavering. "But we don't have to talk about that right now."

"Then I need to tell something." Seungmin said. "Eva- you got a wildcard entry back into the survival show."