Stupid Muffin!

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Warning: Kinda angsty.

Felix's POV

A year. A whole year has passed since I've talked to Y/n. Actually, it's been a year since Y/n has talked to me. I text her, but she never responds. I've given up believing she would actually look at them. Sometimes I just scroll through our past messages. Like I am now.

"Felix! The coolest thing just happened, Jeongin jumped on Chan's back and started-!" Hyunjin screams, bursting through my door. I gasp slightly, scared of his sudden yelling. Hyunjin looks at the phone in my hand. His usual happy expression dies. He stomps over to me, grabbing the phone out of my normal sized hands with his huge elephant hands.

"Hey!" I object. He starts looking at Y/n and my conversations. I try to take the phone from his fucking huge ass hands by jumping on his back. He yelps, running out of the room. He sprints down the stairs as I continue trying to grab my stolen phone. Hyunjin almost trips and I grab his hair to keep myself up. Hyunjin reaches the living room, running straight for Chan.

"CHAN HYUNG! TAKE THE PHONE! TAKE THE FUCKING PHONE BEFORE HE TEARS OUT MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR WITH HIS TINY BABY HANDS!" Hyunjin yeets my phone to Chan. I open my mouth to protest, but Hyunjin takes me off his back, throwing me on the couch. I move to sit up, but I'm pushed back down by Hyunjin sitting on my chest.
Chan sighs at our antics, looking at my phone.

"Chan Hyung please don't-" Hyunjin puts his stinky feet in my face and I scream. Chan gasps. I look over to him, frightened. He gives me a look I can't quite decipher, but I know it's not good. The Australian gestures for Hyunjin to get off of me. He complies, moving over to the other couch, changing his victim to Changbin. Hyunjin jumps on him and Changbin, in return, screams.

Chan takes my arm, dragging me to his room, most likely for privacy. He pushes me in, shutting the door behind him.

"Why are you still texting her? This isn't good for you! And don't think I haven't noticed how unfocused you are lately! I understand this is hard for you, but we need to practice to keep our jobs!" He scolds in English. I shift uncomfortably in my socks. He gives me a look, as if to say, 'Well? Out with it already!'

I sigh, defeated. "I just thought she might look before, but I've given up on those thoughts."

"Bull. If you didn't think she would answer, you would've stopped texting her. Felix, you have to stop. This might sound mean, but if she hasn't opened any of these for, what, a year? She won't look at them." He contradicts me.

Realization hits me. He's right. If she hasn't even looked at them for this long, she won't open them at all.

My vision becomes blurry as tears come to my eyes. Chan's eyes soften and he embraces me. I hug him back and break down. His shirt darkens in color because of my tears. I stay in his arms for a while, the tears continue to fall. They start falling faster as I realize I will most likely never get to meet Y/n. I grip his shirt, my shoulders shaking from my intense emotional pain. He rubs my back, soothingly.

I feel my shirt start to stick to my skin on my shoulder from Chan's tears. He hiccups, "S-she won't answer me either and I'm so worried." This whole time I didn't think about how Chan felt. He's been her best friend for so long. Chan must've kept all his feeling inside, continuing to act as the strong leader. I failed to notice Chan staying up way past midnight, practicing and trying to make the music better. Every night he barely got sleep. I should've done something, but I was too concerned with myself.

We cry together. Both engulfed by the immense sadness. Chan hugs me tighter and I rub his back in return. He let's go of me after a while and I take my long sleeves to dry his tears. I dry mine after.  Chan smiles at me softly.

"I think the group needs a break for a while. I'll talk to JYP, so we can have a mental break from everything." He informs me. I nod.

"Maybe we could visit our families." He suggests.

I guess I'll be going to Australia for a little bit.
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That was sad and I almost cried writing this. Welp, see you next week and thank you for reading💘❤💚💜💓😘😍💜💛💛😙💛🧡😗☺💛💕💕💖💚💘❤❤💛🧡💜💕💜💖😙💜💛😍💕💜💖💚💙💘❤❤