Sun Boy (Felix x Reader Oneshots)

sidewalks and small talk

You walk out of the agency, relieved that you were able to get out of practice early and extend your 10-minute break to 20.

Thankfully, there's a juice place where you and your fellow trainees like to stop by once in a while, and it's just a walk up the street.

You let your hair down and fan your shirt against your chest, embracing the light summer breeze that passes. You realize that the warmer it got, the harder training seemed to get- and the busier the area around the facility had gotten.

Walking through crowds of people normally happened midday, but now that the late evening has rolled in, there are waves of people who scurry to get a cab, find a café or meet up with fellow friends in bars.

Luckily, you make it to the small shop and order a mango energy booster, which seemed to be the only thing that got you through long nights in the practice room. Paying the cashier and thanking them, you take a straw and swirl around your drink as you exit the store.

You embrace how refreshing the cold drink is in contrast to the humid weather. The sidewalk has cleared a little bit and you find yourself walking at a slightly faster pace than before. Suddenly, you feel something hard hit your left shoulder.

You almost fall to the ground as you fling forward, but you maintain your balance. You not only stumble, but half of your drink spills onto the pavement in front of you- making multiple people gasp and repel from you on the sidewalk. Those approaching where you stood give you nasty looks that don't look too welcoming.

You stop and turn to see a boy looking at you as you realize that he'd bumped into you.

His blonde hair is swept aside as his mask covers half of his face. His white hoodie sits large and baggy on his torso as he has his hands in his pockets. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he too stepped right out of the agency.

He slightly laughs with furrowed eyebrows, "You should watch where you're going."

'Unapologetic?' You pause for a moment. 'What kind of inconsiderate douche would blame his mistakes on someone else?'

'Wow', you think. You know for a fact that you definitely were watching where you were going. You tilt your head slightly, "You're a jerk who needs to learn some manners." You shoot back, stopping yourself from raising your voice.

He turns to face you, moving slightly closer. His fingers slightly pull down the bottom of his mask, revealing his lips and defined structure.

"And you're a pretty face," he says, "I guess we can both make a point." His voice is loud enough for only the two of you. You stand in shock as the boy slightly smirks and puts his mask back on, pivoting to continue walking in the opposite direction.

Did he just-

"What a smartass." You say to yourself quietly, turning to head back to the agency while taking a sip of your drink with a small smile on your face.