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how you broke him - stray kids felix 21+

love...

is a psychological construct, an emotion so difficult to track and explain.

so how will we know the difference between just wanting someone and just loving someone?

the emphasis, here, is placed on the 'just'; there's a reason it was added more than once in the previous statement.

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what do i do?

the thought runs wild in his mind as felix twiddles his thumbs in his lap, cross-legged on his bed as waves of emotions suddenly dawn themselves onto him.

he stares at the handheld device placed at the edge, almost hanging off of it, and he's not so sure why but every time he would reach for the phone, his mind would scream at him.

"no!"

it would say and again through the cycle, felix would go through with its plan, finding himself in an endless ocean of lies he that he would tell himself to reassure himself everything was okay.

but you're on his mind through every little bit of it, your face an ever-so-longing last on him that he couldn't just make disappear.

he's in love with you, felix is in love.

at first, it was just the sudden glances when you first met, then he'd end up at your house, you at his, bodies entangled in every which way.

let it be known that there was absolutely nothing more to your relationship, no feelings whatsoever; that was what was agreed upon.

so every moment he spends with you, another minute would pass by, a second would tick on and felix wouldn't say anything about it, his feelings.

with no sudden control on them, what else was he supposed to do but hold them inside, keeping his emotions locked up behind walls of blood and tissues, a heart that only continued to beat because of you?

fuck, i'll just get it over with, he thinks before reaching for his phone.

me;

wanna come over?

you;

yeah i'll be there in ten

it tugs at his heart, that simple message you sent, keeping him composed yet not composed at the same time as he changes into an outfit he'd want you to see him in.

your text implies those exact words because not longer than then did you walk into his apartment, skipping the bedroom when he exits and sees you.

your hungry expression so vivid on his mind as you inched towards him, lips immediately falling upon his in a kiss so desperate it would have been embarrassing if he hadn't been so in love.

he doesn't question a single thing when a deep moan leaves his lips and neither do you when you tug at his shirt and raise it over above his head, meddling your lips with his a short second after to take off yours.

"get these off,"

you say to him, unbuttoning his jeans while his lovesick eyes are kept on you, silently admiring how gorgeous and beautiful you are when asserting your dominance but he listens and helps you out of your clothes.