breakfast

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i woke up more positive than the previous day. but unexpectedly, i heard rattling coming from my kitchen. my first instinct was to grab my pepper spray and make the person who broke into my house sorry they had ever been born..so that is what i planned to do. when i walked out of my bedroom, i saw the figure standing in my kitchen.
it was fucking felix.
"what are you doing you dumbass? i almost pepper sprayed you."
he jumped at my sudden appearance but laughed it off. "i wanted breakfast."
this guy was so weird.
"so you break into my house to make it? why didn't you just eat with your band members?" i asked, scooting past him to make a cup of coffee.
"aish~ they're not as cute as you jagiyaaa~"
suddenly, felix gasped at the cold water being poured from the top of his head.
i leaned in to whisper, "call me jagiya OR cute again and i will cut your sack off, ¿comprender?"
after all that, his cheesy smile formed on his face once again. i scoffed, beginning to brew my coffee.
"so you don't even like my PRESENCE?" he whined, flipping the bacon he was focusing on.
i sighed, "i like being ALONE felix."
a pout formed on his delicate lips. i watched as he scrunched his nose, those freckles moving.
no.
no doing that.
"fiiine jae, want a piece of bacon?" he offered sweetly. i grabbed my coffee and declined, moving out from behind him.
"no thanks, i don't eat pork."
he groaned in annoyance, "is there anything you DO LIKE?!"
i chuckled, "yeah, being alone."
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after him begging and begging, i agreed to eat a pancake with him. that was the happiest i had seen him. but felix was long gone, he left right before i got in the shower. more-so he ran out the door because he was 20 minutes late to practice.
after my shower, i wrapped myself in a tight fluffy robe and made my way out to the kitchen. a note taped onto my kitchen window.

 a note taped onto my kitchen window

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