fix it, felix

face me, felix.

i dont care if some toxic stans (yeah they do exist) out there points out abt woojin and chicken being used in one sentence. all i know is that woojin's cute and i like to use it on MY FIC. this is fictional so authors/writers can pretty much write ANYTHING they want and u have nothing to do about it because that's how the authors WANTS it to be. thank you to the ones who are putting up with this fic. I love you.

Though Im starting to find my works really trashy so im sorry about that. But anyway here is a new chapter! i hope you'll like this even though it's rushed.

"Really really sorry about the trouble Minho caused," a text from Minho says, "I didn't mean to make you and Felix upset." I know it's not aegyoing...because that's how he really says the pronoun "I." It's cute, though I'm still thinking about how to talk to Felix. He's been seriously hard headed, always missing my calls and avoiding my texts. He even made Rachel face me when I went over to his house.

"I'm sorry, Kat, but he's not feeling so well," she says, looking awkward but giving me a smile. I nodded and uttered a thanks.

I met up with Minho the next day. He's pretty persistent about talking to me personally, and he also told me he'd like to see Felix, too. "Have you been to Felix's?" he asks. I'm cutting into a blueberry pancake.

I nodded. "Yeah, and he doesn't want to face me. And it's your fault."

He sighed, massaging his temples. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to ruin your relationship--"

I lifted my head to look at him. "The damage has been done, Minho. I told you to stop because I have already moved on. You're the one who played with me when we were still together, and after that, you're also the one to come back and beg when you see that I'm already okay? You're so unfair, Minho."

He dropped his head. "I want to talk to Felix."

"Good luck on making him face you. I'm his best friend and I still can't make him talk to me, what more if you do?"

"Yeah, 'cause he was my best friend years ago, right?" he says.

"If you hadn't been such an ass, all of this wouldn't have happpened..." I mumbled, stirring my drink.

An awkward silence filled our table. I propped my chin on my hand, still not looking at him.

"Felix!" Minho suddenly calls out. I jolt up, looked around the cafe, and saw Felix staring at the both of us. He's wearing a white oversized shirt and tattered black jeans, his hair disheveled. The sunlight is lightly hitting his eyes. He was carrying a cup of frappe, with a bag that seems to contain something. With his stare, I can probably tell what he was thinking right now...

What are you doing with him?

I stood up and walked towards him just as he was about to turn around. Minho followed behind me, also eager to talk to Felix. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and demanded him to face me. "Face me, Felix, you little shit. Why won't you talk to me?" I asked, wanting an answer.

"I know what you don't want to happen, but I really think it's more than that. What is it, huh? Tell me. Tell me what the fuck is wrong, Felix! Why aren't you replying to my texts and calls? Why won't you face me when I go to your house! I thought you were my best friend?" I exclaimed, breathing in harshly because I feel like I might pass out.

God, Felix. You're so hard-headed.

Minho kept an awkward distance between him and us, I can feel his eyes on us as I confronted Felix.

Felix sighed, closing his eyes. "S-sorry, Kat...I don't think I can talk to you yet. Especially now that I see you with him," he says, looking into my eyes. My knees almost turn into jelly as I looked back at him, too much strong emotions are present in there.

There's a hint of blush on his cheeks when he decided to avert his gaze and walk away. I was left there watching his back. Oh. Now I knew what the bag contains. He was carrying a bag of sausages.