PHONE | Felix ff

8 Again

(oh definitely the name is not inspired from 18 again! LMAO)

A/N:

Guys, after the insane love I received for Ahrin Lee, I wrote another 9th member, Ruby Evans (I completed writing! Clap for me).I can assure you Ruby Evans is a superb ff.

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"You like Felix," Hyunjin sunbae stated, a teasing smile on his face.

Wait, hold on. Oppa... Sunbae... Sunbaenim...
Forget it. I'm not even Korean.

"Wait, am I that obvious?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Changbin just nodded while Hyunjin casually settled himself on Changbin's lap.

"Your ears go pink whenever you talk about him," Changbin pointed out with a smirk.

I couldn't help but giggle, enjoying the playful dynamic between Hyunjin and Changbin. Hyunjin, now straddling Changbin, flashed a mischievous grin.

Hyunjin leaned in slightly, his grin widening as he locked eyes with me. "You should just admit it already," he teased, his voice light but knowing.

I shifted uncomfortably, my cheeks burning at the thought of how easily they'd figured me out. "I... I'm not even sure what you're talking about," I stammered, avoiding their teasing gazes.

Changbin, still grinning, leaned back against the chair, his hands casually resting on Hyunjin's waist. "It's okay, no need to deny it. We all see how you light up when you talk about Felix."

Hyunjin playfully ruffled Changbin's hair before turning back to me. "Just admit it, and maybe we'll help you out." He winked, clearly enjoying my flustered reaction.

I sighed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement bubbling up. "Fine," I muttered. "Maybe I like him a little."

Changbin gave a victorious nod, while Hyunjin let out a victorious laugh, clearly pleased with himself for getting me to confess.

"Hmm so what's the issue now. Did he confess?"

"Not directly."

~

We're something more than what we were.

Something special. Something... that doesn't need a name yet, but it's something I've been feeling for a while.

I think we're exactly what we need to be.

~

"He was being vague," I said, pouting. "He said, 'We're something more than what we have. Something that doesn't need a name. Exactly what we need to be.'"

Hyunjin made a face. "Someone needs a crash course in love."

I laughed - "Hmm. Fine its time for practise. Don't go hard on me Hyunjin. But first- lets go and surprise my boys"

"Okay leader" Hyunjin said and patted my back. I blushed again.

3 hours:23 mins: 04 seconds later-

I crouched behind the cameraman, using his large frame and the heavy equipment he lugged around as cover. Since when did cameramen need so much gear? I thought a single DSLR was enough. But then again, this was for a survival show—clearly, I didn't know much about cameras.

The cameraman's plump physique and round belly made it easier to stay hidden. I heard footsteps approaching, followed by JYP's distinct voice addressing the owners of those footsteps.

"Jun-pyo, Olivia, Youngwoo, Hyun, Soojin..." JYP called out, listing their names with measured authority.

"Yes, sir," the seven of them responded in unison. Their voices sounded strong, cohesive—perfectly synchronized. Too synchronized. My absence hadn't disrupted anything; they seemed fine without me, even complete. I would've been the one out of place.

Focus.

I cleared my throat softly, but it was enough to draw attention. Jun-pyo glanced sharply toward the cameraman, suspicion flickering in his eyes. I instinctively curled in tighter, trying to make myself smaller.

"Don't mind him—he might have coughed," JYP dismissed smoothly, his tone commanding. "Now focus!"

The seven immediately shifted their attention back to him.

"I've given it some thought," JYP began, his voice steady and deliberate. "And I've come to the conclusion that your group works best as eight." He let the words hang for a moment before adding, "So, I've decided to bring your leader back."

Right on cue, I stepped out from behind the cameraman, my heart pounding as I walked over to stand beside JYP.

For a split second, there was stunned silence. Their eyes widened as they registered my presence. Then chaos erupted.

"Wait, what?" Jun-pyo's voice cracked, completely breaking his usual cool demeanor.

"Evaaaa!" Olivia exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth, her eyes shimmering with emotion.

Youngwoo stood frozen, blinking rapidly like she couldn't trust her own eyes. Soojin clapped her hands over her head, pacing in a small circle like she didn't know what to do with herself.

But it was Hyun who reacted first. Before I could even brace myself, he darted forward and threw his arms around me in a crushing hug. His energy hit me like a freight train, and I stumbled back a step under the sheer force of it.

"You're back! You're really back!" he shouted, his voice trembling with joy. His arms wrapped around me so tightly I could barely breathe.

"Hyun—air!" I managed to gasp, half-laughing.

"Nope, not letting go," he said stubbornly, his face buried in my shoulder. His grip only tightened as though I might vanish again if he let go.

The others finally snapped out of their shock and rushed forward, all talking over each other.

"Why didn't you tell us?!" Soojin demanded, her hands smacking lightly against my arm in mock frustration.

"You don't just show up like that!" Olivia cried, tears spilling down her cheeks as she grabbed my sleeve.

"You've got some nerve pulling a stunt like this!" Jun-pyo said gruffly, but the crack in his voice betrayed the lump in his throat.

Despite the pandemonium, Youngwoo hung back, his smile soft and full of relief. "We're whole again," he said quietly, and the words hit me harder than any of their reactions.

Hyun finally let me go, but only long enough for the others to pile on for a group hug. I was surrounded—crushed in their warmth and affection, their energy chaotic but undeniably joyful.

"We're eight again," Soojin said, her voice muffled against my shoulder.

And in that moment, I didn't feel out of place. I felt home.

JYP left us to have her moment and walked out of the room.