Seeing You ♡ Felix Kjellberg/Sean McLoughlin

THREE

The sound of boots smacking against the wet stone pavement filled Felix's ears as he walked back to his apartment from the cafe. The cloudy sky had erupted with rain, his hair sticking to his forehead and his pale skin going red from the cold. He needed the time to walk by himself and get drenched by the elements. Felix had to think to himself about what had happened with Sean. The man had gone through with his plan and it was a success. Now he didn't know what to do.

Felix was happy that he had the chance to be with Sean now. But how he got him to himself was what bugged him. Would Sean's attraction to him base itself off of the stigma that soulmates had to like each other? Or would it be authentic? The male fixed his eyes on his shoes as he walked, flickering between each foot and the stone path he was stepping on.

Felix stepped inside the building and nodded at the man sat behind the front desk. He barely acknowledged him, just nodding back at him and putting his ball cap back over his eyes to go back to sleep. A murderer could run inside of the apartment building and kill them all and the man in the front would be none the wiser.

He made his way to the small room that held mailboxes for the occupants, his eyes scanning over the chipped paint on the walls and the dirty wood under his feet. There was a large cage surrounding the metal boxes, protecting the invaluable objects inside. The man took his keys out and checked the box that read "F. Kjellberg".

Nothing. He had received nothing since his best friend moved to England. It made him feel a little lonely when he received absolutely zero letters or even junk mail. Felix just shook his head and sighed, opening the door to the stairwell.

Deciding to get in some cardio, the blonde ran up the stairs and stomped on each step on the way up. He liked staying in this stairwell more than he probably should. It had a nice echo for humming. The atmosphere was calm and quiet, perfect for when he needed to write in his journal for his therapist. His journal usually consisted of drawings of tattoo designs he wanted to get rather than words but his therapist didn't mind as long as he took a moment to relax every day.

Felix pushed the stairwell door open, desensitized to the deafening slam that sounded once the door closed behind him. The carpeted flooring of the hallway was dirty and disgusting as he made his way to his place. He hated being anywhere but inside of his quarters. It made him anxious and itchy.

The Swede entered the dingy apartment he called home, his heart settling at the familiar surroundings. The male kicked his boots off and hung his jacket up. Felix wandered into his room and ran his fingers through his thick blonde locks. His bum collapsed onto his bed, shimmying into the blankets. He tried to keep his mind off of Sean for the first time that day but that wouldn't be able to happen. The man's phone dinged with the sound of a message coming through. It was a text from Sean, the emojis next to his name mocking how excited he was to be in contact with such a handsome guy.

I already miss you.

Is that weird? I can't wait to see you again. No pun intended.

Felix let a little snort come from his nose, blushing at the unexpected sound of pure amusement. Sean was so adorable. The boy could not wait to crush his lips against Sean's and never leave that position. His fingers tapped quickly against the screen, licking over his bottom lip and trying to keep from smiling too hard.