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casewonnie · 6 days ago

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hii! it's still exam season but i had a bit of free time and wanted to write so here's another short, kind of (not) christmas themed jeongin centered one-shot because im in the mood but the vibes irl are NOT feeling like christmas

“that definitely could’ve been an email..” you rolled your eyes

“that was a 3 hour lecture?!” jeongin exclaimed in confusion at your antics as you both exited out of the uni building and into the wintery outdoors, the cold crisp air hitting your slightly tinted cheeks, the building decorated with christmas lights and various decorations, the humongous christmas tree sat in the middle of your campus, students from different sections everywhere – some leaving some only just arriving, the faint snow falling down... it was beautiful imagery

*record scratch* except none of it was real! well more like extremely over dramatic. it was cold yes, the building wasn’t decorated nor was there any sort of tree... the campus had a few students running around, most likely finish their midterms, there wasn’t snow, no... only the worst fog you could’ve imagined... okay it wasn’t that bad but still! the winter vibes were more important than how it looked... you lied

“ermm, it’s the end of the semester, he could’ve shortened it down a bit or made it christmas related and had us make those christmas letters with decorations on them”

“are you five??” jeongin laughed “you should’ve joined an art school. besides, you were playing solitaire the entire time so why are you complaining?” wow... can’t believe he called you out like that

“listen~ i need visual stimulation. but i was following the lecture like 95% of the time i swear... you know my attention span is bad” that was true, although you were somewhat of a stable for future generations so maybe you should’ve worked on setting up a better example of yourself... or not

“alright fair, I'll let you off this time, but next time I'm telling the prof”

“you snitch..” you pushed on jeongin’s shoulder and he dramatically clenched his hand on the part you lightly glazed while laughing, his steps faltering a bit and you might’ve believed him if it wasn’t for the stupid grin on his face

after a short walk to the bus station while chatting about different topics and catching up on the things you’ve done over the weekend the fog cleared a bit and the streets busy with cars and the people walking or biking past you were more visible, the sky cleared, you had to admit it was a beautiful day, cold, but beautiful...

“hey do you wanna go home and make mug cakes?” you asked suddenly

“what is that?” jeongin had never heard of that before and you filled him in on the process of making a mug cake that was trending a while back. “we can call the others and make a fun hangout out of it” you added after finishing your explanation. jeongin immediately agreed, not letting the opportunity for a hangout with cakes pass him by, no way.. he already started texting the groupchat

“we’ll just have to hope the mugs won’t explode in the microwave...” he added looking up from his phone with a slightly worried expression

“that’s just a chance we’ll have to take”

#did anyone see jeongin for dazed #hyunjin i understand you #ngl i giggled while writing this #if you like this like comment subscrib #stray kids #skz #skz fic #skz imagine #yang jeongin #skz i.n #stray kids oneshot #jeongin #jeongin fic

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casewonnie · 7 days ago

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casewonnie · 7 days ago

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Hello lovelies!!

I wrote this today and hope you enjoy it!

It’s part 1/7 of a series I’m going to write about enha!!

Romance for dummies 101- Jay

1/7 ENHYPEN encounters

Jay had always considered himself a smart guy. He might lack common sense at times but he had a good head on his shoulders overall. It helps that he’s surrounded by a good group of friends that keep him sane. Well for the most part they do. Jay swears he loves his friends he really does but they also happen to be his housemates. It’s hectic living with 6 other dudes so because of that Jay doesn’t get much time to himself.It was a Thursday afternoon, he had finished up all of his work for the day but what he craved was silence.He didn’t get that very often. Like almost never. There was never a time when all 7 of the guys weren’t home at the same time. On a day like this where he had been so busy for the latter half he felt he was at his wits end. So that’s how he found himself at the library. He was so desperate for even 10 minutes of silent bliss that he went to the only place he could think of that is always quiet. Except, he’d never been to the library by his apartment. Don’t get him wrong he’s heard great things about the library and he was sure if he ever took the time to explore different genres he’d be a big fan of reading too. But he simply had no reason to ever go to the library. The issue came when he walked into the library and had no idea what to do or where to go. Surely it would be weird for him to just sit down at a table and do absolutely nothing. Wanting to appear normal he decided to walk around and try to find a book to read. However, Jay can’t remember the last time he read a book. He read comics all the time but those were a lot different than regular books. He didn’t even know where to start. That’s where you come into the picture. You worked part time at the library as a way to help pay for school. You were supposed to have gotten off one hour prior to that but the employee that was supposed to close called in sick. You had nothing else to do and you could use the extra money. There wasn’t any particular reason Jay caught your attention other than how out of place he looked weaving between stacks of books. You had stood there and watched him for probably 10 minutes before you decided to put him out of his misery. Jay was so lost in thought that he didn’t even register you had walked up to him. In fact, when you cleared your throat to speak up he jumped about 2 feet in the air. He thought he was in trouble, for what, he doesn’t know. He knew he seemed out of place but didn’t know how obvious it must’ve been to bystanders. When he really looked at you his initial thought was that you were very pretty. He didn’t remember the last time he had truly looked a woman in the eyes and had a conversation with her. Sure he talked to both men and women all day long at work but that was a much different environment than the one he currently found himself in.

Once he finally calmed himself down you started talking to him. Your first words to him were asking if he needed any help finding a book. Did he look that obvious. Yes he did. He had been caught and he knew it. He didn’t even bother keeping up the act that he knew what he was looking for. He finally just admitted that he is looking for a book to read but hasn’t read a book in years that wasn’t assigned for a class discussion. You offered your assistance and in an effort to keep the conversation going you asked standard questions about what kind of genres he was into. His mind went blank, all he could manage to squeak out was that he was quite up to date on the Manga he reads weekly. The library you worked at did not have a section for that and he had to have realized it when he said it. Jay swears his brain has never worked as fast as it did when he asked you to recommend him something. After that you led him around almost all of the library showing him different things you were interested in. He had finally settled on a book he was going to read, it was one of your favorites that you went on and on about so he decided that’s what he would read. Since that was settled he followed you to the front desk and patiently waited to be checked out. He wanted to hang around for a few minutes and hopefully work up the nerve to ask for your number. He hadn’t even asked for your name yet but since you were wearing a name tag he figured maybe it would’ve been weird to ask. Just as he was turning around to speak to you another customer had already stepped up to you. You briefly made eye contact with him as he turned around to leave. He suddenly felt really uncomfortable, not because of you though. No, this was all him. Did he like you? Well he’d only just met you so of that he wasn’t sure. He certainly thought you were really pretty and had a great sense of humor. Huh, he thought to himself that’s strange.

Fast forward a few days later and Jay had all but forgotten about the book. He had set it down on the table as soon as he had gotten home and then almost immediately chaos ensued. In fact when Jay saw the book it didn’t even register with him what it was. He’d passed it so many times it nearly became a permanent fixture on the table. Eventually he remembered about the book, worried that he’d gone over the checkout period. He opened the book for the first time, and a slip of paper fell out. He thought that was odd but ultimately assumed it was from the person who had checked it out previously. Once he confirmed that he had indeed gone past the due date he remembered the piece of paper. It was a small note that a certain worker at the library had left for him. Upon closer inspection he realised you left him a very cute little letter consisting of you telling him to let you know how you like the book and to text you for more recommendations if he wanted. Well now he felt like a jerk. You had left that note 3 weeks ago. He had made you wait for three weeks. There’s no way you were interested now. In a rush to pull his phone out to message you he dropped it on the floor and cracked the screen. That’s something he’d have to deal with later. First, he needed to message you and apologize. Except he had no idea what to say to you. Did he apologize? Did he use this as an opportunity to flirt with you? He had no idea. Remember at the beginning when Jay said he lacked common sense sometimes? This was one of those times. He did the only thing his brain could think of and convened a roommate meeting for help messaging you. As embarrassing as it is to ask your 6 bros for advice on texting a girl you like it did ultimately help. They surprisingly took it very seriously and at the end he was able to come up with a pretty good message.

“Hi, I’m so sorry for not messaging you sooner. I lost the book when I got home that day and literally just found it. I promise I’ll speed read it so we have something to talk about next time we meet”

He was sure he had blown it. Even more sure when 3 days went by and he had heard nothing. Just as he was about to give up hope he got a reply.

Now things were really starting to get interesting. He’ll just have to hope he’s still able to dig himself out of the hole he’s sure he’s in.

*thanks for reading!! I might do a part two to this if people like it enough!*

#loveee #so cute #need pt 2 stat

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casewonnie · 8 days ago

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⠀ꔫ˚　༝　◌ ⌒⌒ three strikes !

↳ jeongin swears on his life that he's seen something odd between you and felix... exactly three times, in fact, but he needs more concrete proof...

PAIRING: felix lee x gn!reader

FORMAT: one shot

GENRE: college au, friends to lovers, fluff, jeongin third wheeling...

WARNINGS: brief mentions of food and being sick (just the flu bug nothing huge)

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

FAE'S NOTES: this is just a little bit half-assed... idk if i have much faith in this and i believe i can do better than this but i'm gonna post it anyway for you guys! please let me know if you have any feedback, my writing muscles have basically atrophied and i need to find my rhythm again TT

jeongin doesn't usually second-guess his closest friends like this, but something has changed. he knows you and felix well enough to know at least that.

you have always been hard to read. you're an independent, reliable sort of person, not outwardly emotional nor needlessly arrogant either—you tend to show your love for your friends through small, quiet gestures. felix, on the other hand, is someone who wears his heart on his sleeve—almost to a fault. always baking extra brownies to gift people, always going the extra mile, always looking on the bright side, even in the darkest of situations. he is as fragile as he is affectionate.

yes, affectionate. that's the word he's been looking for to describe the changes in your friendship with felix. you've been more affectionate. jeongin has always chalked it up to felix's own proclivities rubbing off on you given the sheer amount of time you spend together, but now... he's not so sure it's that simple. there have been three strikes jeongin has kept score of so far.

STRIKE #1

jeongin remembers it was a tuesday, because that's the only day of the week where all three of you shared classes. you would always sit in a row near the back of the class. he has made it a point to memorise both yours and felix's timetables this semester—as do the both of you with him—so he knows you don't usually have prior arrangements before coming to campus. you've always had a tradition of meeting in the lobby before walking to class together as a result.

so, when his phone pings with a message from you saying 'sorry innie, we're gonna be a bit late! pls go to class first, just save us seats', he is immediately struck with confusion. what did you mean, "we"? felix, uncharacteristically, hasn't said a word and it's already 5 minutes shy from when class starts. he always arrives at least 10 minutes before. how strange, jeongin thinks to himself as he trudges up the stairs to class, incredibly unfamiliar with the circumstance of having to do so on his own for the first time. he just brushes the nagging suspicion off, telling himself it was probably because of some public transport situation that's delayed you both—not something entirely uncommon.

it's about 15 minutes into the class before he sees you. the second he spots felix and you stumbling through the doors, profusely apologising to the professor for your tardiness, though, is when the same sensation of suspicion comes back. as you and felix shuffle to make their way to the seats jeongin saved for you, he can't help but notice your attire. you're wearing an oversized black shirt with some graphic of an anime printed on. jeongin's eyes squint as he stares at it, assuming it must have been a new purchase of yours. but he swears he's seen it before.

when you and felix take your seats and the professors picks up where she left off, felix turns to jeongin and apologises for being late. "we're really sorry jeongin, we owe you one," he quips, before he fishes his laptop out of his bag. the younger boy just shrugs it off as no big deal. plus, he had something else on his mind to worry about than harp on the two of you being late to class.

the dots quickly connect a few moments later in jeongin's head. felix has a shirt just like the one you're wearing. he swears he's seen him wearing it before, just last week when the three of you had gone out for dinner. it's been a shirt of his for years now, so worn down by so many uses that it has bleach stains on the sleeves, despite how much care felix puts into his clothing.

jeongin leans back in his chair and slowly, subtly pushes it back. he steals a glance at your side profile, thankfully without either you or felix noticing. there they were: bleach stains on the sleeves. upon further inspection, the shirt you were wearing looks way too worn out to be a new shirt—he concludes it must be felix's. but why would you wear felix's dank shirt to begin with? it would be weird to ask if that's his shirt you were wearing, so he decides to keep his silence for now.

STRIKE #2

this time, it was jeongin's turn to be late. the three of you had planned a picnic to celebrate the end of the gruelling semester—an idea felix suggested. he wanted it to be a potluck, so the each of you planned to bring something of your own making along.

jeongin wanted to go all out with his: he wanted to bake cupcakes, something felix had recently taught him how to. he wanted to show you his latest endeavours, baked fresh, but he didn't expect it to go sideways so last minute. he ended up showing up almost half an hour late, hair sticking to his forehead from all the sweat and cupcake frosting smeared all over the tupperware he placed them in out of haste.

when he finally spots the two of you amid the grass field at the park, he notices something... odd. he stops in his tracks to catch his breath and squints his eyes to get a better look. if he didn't know any better, he'd have thought you two were... holding hands? the sun was glaring directly in his face, obscuring his vision, so jeongin couldn't be 100% sure. but what he does know is that your figures were so close to each other they were practically shoulder-to-shoulder. this isn't exactly beyond felix, who is notorious for his habits of physical affection. but it is most certainly out of character for you, as someone who prefers to keep most people at an arm's length.

jeongin shrugs it off. he guesses felix nor he would be considered "most people". perhaps it was a trick of the light. he also doesn't have good enough reason to find it entirely strange—perhaps felix had gotten through to you in that regard. he had bigger things to worry about: your dinner getting cold.

STRIKE #3

the legitimacy of the third time is still up for debate, jeongin surmises. this time it wasn't your behaviour around each other, instead more so about how felix in particular reacted.

this happened over summer break. he remembers the sun being more unrelenting than ever—40 degrees celsius to be exact, he saw on the news—so you three had just decided to hang out in your bedroom, where the air conditioning is the coolest and crispiest (according to you). jeongin vividly recalls you lying on your stomach atop your bed, while the two boys were sprawled on the floor. that is, the carpet that laid over the spot where they would usually sprawl on the floor.

it was one of those 'parallel play' days, as you liked to call them. not necessarily doing things together, but doing separate things in the presence of each other, you said one time. felix was busy on his switch playing some pokemon game, you were scrolling on your phone and jeongin was just seconds away from drifting off to sleep on felix's lap.

it's been silent for, what, almost two hours now? but you end up breaking it first. "woah," you suddenly exclaimed, brows furrowing as you read something on your screen. "do you guys remember seungmin? from calculus?"

jeongin does not move an inch aside from nodding his head, and felix just lets out a little "yeah?" though his eyes were never once peeled from the console screen.

"i think he just asked me out," you tell them, bewildered.

this, of course, elicits reactions of surprise from jeongin and felix. the former lifts himself and sits up to ask details, while the other just turns the switch off—did he even save his progress on the game?—and sits there in silence as he silently watches you and jeongin discuss your classmate's... proposition. jeongin makes a playful jab at how you could have given him the wrong idea by flirting with him, which you immediately shut down. "i've never done anything suggestive to him, i swear!" you exclaimed in full defense.

seungmin has only ever made conversation with you once or twice in class, jeongin recalls. you also never really put in the effort to get to know your other classmates if jeongin and felix were in the same classes. jeongin makes a passing comment about how seungmin could pass as your type (if you squint hard enough), but it falls on deaf ears when you and felix meet each other's gazes.

"you're gonna tell him no, right?" felix suddenly chimes in after moments of prolonged silence, raspy voice cracking just a little. jeongin snaps his head to turn and look at his friend, head tilted and brow lifted. you give felix a look jeongin cannot quite describe, and chuckle with a soft smile as you nod. "of course i'm gonna say no," you assure him. he lets out a very heavy sigh of relief, but none of this goes unnoticed by jeongin.

this is very weird, jeongin remembers thinking. you have always been receptive to potential love interests, even if they weren't necessarily people you'd normally be into. so why are you so sure now that you'd reject seungmin without even giving him a chance?

on that note, what's it to felix who asks you out? why does he have a say? plus, he could've sworn he detected some semblance of... jealousy in his question. but he supposes that could be normal considering all three of you are so used to spending time with each other. jeongin does admit to himself that he'd feel lonely if you were to be whisked away by some stranger out of nowhere. it wouldn't be the same.

jeongin has theories, maybe even concepts of a theory, but no concrete enough proof for confrontation—so far. it looks like he has to wait till he does before he can address the massive elephant in the room.

FINAL STRIKE

it finally happens when he decides to stop by your apartment with take-out. you had told your friends about falling sick the night before—alas, you have caught the flu bug. they were just textbook symptoms like a low-grade fever, sore throat and a runny nose, nothing to worry about in particular, you told them. but jeongin just so happens to pass by your neighbourhood on his usual route home from work, so he decides to drop in with some chicken soup for you as a small surprise. you had already been texting the group chat the entire day about how exhausted you were to make yourself a half-decent dinner, so jeongin thought this would be a nice way to take care of his friend.

he knocks on your door multiple times to no response. maybe you're sleeping? he looks around the potted plants sitting outside your door and lifts the snake plant up, grabbing the rusted spare key tucked away from prying eyes just underneath. he quickly and quietly unlocks the front door and lets himself in. i'll just go in, check on y/n and put this soup on the table, he tells himself as he enters. maybe text you to let you know he got you dinner.

that is, until a warm aroma of what he believes to be fresh bolognese wafts to where he is at the front door. he hears the distant clanging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, and—strangest of all—he hears... conversation? he can definitely hear you talking and even giggling, but he can't quite make out who the other person was. he's about 99% sure there was someone else in here, but could it be just a phone call? he sneaks down the hallway to the kitchen, the noises getting clearer as he inches closer. when he sticks his head out from a blind corner to peek into the kitchen, he sees it: felix plating a fresh bowl of spaghetti while you're sitting on the dining table engaged in idle chatter. a lump catches in his throat—what is felix doing here? and most importantly, why didn't he know of this? he felt momentarily betrayed.

jeongin just stands there in silence, unsure of how to confront you, while you and felix continue chatting. it's only when felix sets down two plates of pasta and goes in to plant a peck on your cheek does jeongin yelp in shock, which frightens all three of you.

felix squints his eyes, which widen in utter disbelief when he recognises the familiar facade lurking by the corridor. "jeong...in?" he asks, voice trembling a little from disbelief. when he says jeongin's name, you shoot him a similar look, but this one is more panicked and afraid. jeongin awkwardly steps out within view, but he puts a hand up to cover his mouth to prevent himself from screaming. he raises the other arm to point an accusatory finger at the both of you. you swear you just heard felix gulp next to you.

"i..." jeongin sputters. "i knew it! i knew something was going on between you two idiots!"

the verbalisation of his revelation is what completely opens the floodgates, causing the entire place to erupt in complete and utter chaos. jeongin paces back and forth with the chicken soup still dangling from his fingers as he rants about how he's caught you doing "weird stuff" a couple of times but couldn't have known, about how he's been feeling a little left out recently, how you have been looking at felix funny sometimes. meanwhile, felix just begins to talk over him with near-equal (if not more) amounts of sheer panic and distress, reaching out to him to get him to calm down while explaining that this wasn't how they had intended for him to find out.

you, crippled by the shock from jeongin's unexpected appearance, just sit there, unable to do much of anything what with your flu, just silently watching felix and jeongin form a panic attack circle jerk in your own house.

"enough!" jeongin raises his voice, which immediately shuts felix up. jeong has never raised his voice. you shoot felix a nervous look.

"i thought we were best friends," jeongin utters, the slightest hint of melancholy lacing his voice. he looks offended. you've never seen him look this offended, not even when he was accused of academic misconduct that one time. "i'm happy for you, ecstatic even! i swear i am, but really? why would you keep this for me for so long?"

you decide you should talk to him—felix is very clearly out of his depth when it comes to handling intense situations like this and he's only making jeongin feel worse with all the jabbering. you stand up from your seat on the table and walk over to him, taking your hands in his.

"i'm sorry, jeongin. we... we weren't entirely sure of how we were gonna do this," you tell him, almost in a whisper.

felix scratches the back of his neck, avoiding any and all eye contact with either of you. "we wanted to keep it quiet," he admits. "at first, at least."

you nod in agreement, and turn back to look at jeongin. "you were going to be the first person we would break the news to. not even our own parents, i swear," you divulge, while you spot felix in the corner of your eye making a silent crossed hearts gesture to double down on his sincerity. jeongin's once-tense features start to ease up a bit, but not entirely. "you are our best friend. we never want you to feel like this. we're sorry," you assure him, before pulling him into a bear hug. you feel felix join from behind you to make it a group hug.

"i don't care what you guys have going on, but don't keep any more secrets from me. got it?" your friend huffs after you all pull back, feigning some sort of authority. felix chuckles at how ridiculous he sounds—being the youngest of the three, the tone just sounds alien when it comes from him. "we would never," felix tells him, reaching out to give jeongin a firm pat on the back. "i think y/n might like you more than me anyway, they're always going, 'we should call jeongin! we should send him a photo! we should—"

your palm slaps against the lower half of your boyfriend's face in protest. "we might be dating but you're on thin ice," you glare at him, before he raises both hands to surrender.

jeongin jovially chimes in to break the tension: "can i just say, i've always felt like you'd get along. aren't you glad i introduced you to each other? you wouldn't be a thing if it weren't for me, ya know." felix and you just huff in response—he can have this.

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casewonnie · 8 days ago

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❛𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦, 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦, 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦❜ - L.F (SKZ)

Synopsis. It's funny how a cup of coffee turns into cupid.

pairings. felix x reader.

content. sfw!, fem!reader, reader is a little clumsy, felix is too cute.

wc. 1,229

a/n. Very soft for our soft hearts.

You didn't think you were involved in a problem.

Not today.

No tomorrow.

No today in the morning.

You were always involved in some problem, whether at work, at home, with your friends, family, even in everyday places like a coffee shop.

The hazel eyes of the man who looked at you as if you owed him something made you feel uncomfortable and pressured to act on something that was really your fault.

You didn't know how to fix the situation you found yourself in due to your involuntary carelessness of dropping your coffee so close to him that the poor man, to prevent it from falling to the floor, got in the way, burning one of his hands with the boiling coffee.

But once again, you really didn’t think you were in any trouble.

But you were kind, too kind for the taste of your loved ones, so you didn’t hesitate to offer him help right away.

Although technically it was your fault.

Bad way to want to help.

“Oh! I’m sorry, damn, things like this always happen to me. I’m so sorry!”

You approached without asking permission, taking a large portion of the nearby napkin holder to dry the man's hand, who only looked at you expectantly.

Making a fool of yourself only took you three seconds before the boy let out a laugh so loud that you shuddered because of how noisy it was.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” he confessed, taking your hand with his other hand to stop your movements.

“No, it’s not okay, did you get burned?” you asked quickly, looking at him with moist eyes without being able to avoid it, you didn’t expect your morning to move forward in this humiliating way.

You had decided to leave your house early to go get a coffee before leaving for work, since your boss had practically threatened you with overtime the day before, this being your excuse to squeeze coffee all day.

You didn't think you would bump into this man who just smiled at you while holding your hand, you couldn't notice how cute he was..

Too many freckles.

“I’m fine,” he replied. “Don’t worry, it’s just coffee.”

You couldn't accept it, that thing was hot.

You couldn't even take a sip because it was so hot.

"Could you please have my number if any burns arise? I can cover any injuries with my insurance," you pleaded once again, not letting go despite the mocking look.

Felix let out a soft laugh, that kind of laugh that seemed to fill the air with warmth, as if the coffee incident had no importance at all. “Are you sure you’re not exaggerating a little?” he asked in a serene voice, tilting his head slightly to look at you better. His eyes, dark and bright, reflected a hint of fun while his lips still held a smile.

It looked like a sun if you looked at it from afar.

“I’m not,” you insisted, without being intimidated by the charm that this stranger who smiled at you gave off, as if that was the only thing he knew how to do. “If I let you go like this and you end up with a red hand like a tomato, I won’t forgive myself.” You crossed your arms in an attempt to show firmness, although your heart, racing for no apparent reason, did you no favour.

It was a strange way of hiding your nervousness.

Would it seem ridiculous to confess that you were already in love?

Probably yes.

Felix looked at you for one more second, he seemed to evaluate your stubbornness, before letting out a sigh. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I give up,” he said with that carefree smile, taking his phone out of his pocket. “If that makes you calm, give me your number. But I promise that if my hand explodes in flames, I will write to you first.”

You couldn’t help but let out a short laugh, surprised by how lightly he said it. “You shouldn’t joke about that,” you replied as he held his phone out to you. The device felt warm in your hand, and the screen reflected your nervous face more than you were willing to admit.

You wrote your number carefully, trying not to make mistakes, although the pressure of his curious eyes on you did not make it easier. When you returned his phone, you couldn’t help the little smile that escaped your lips. “If I write to you, it’s just to make sure your hand is okay,” you said, trying to hide how silly you felt.

It didn’t seem serious, his hand was red but he didn’t think there was anything further, otherwise he would be crying.

Felix put his cell phone in his pocket with a quick gesture, looking sideways at his hand as if he were examining it again. “Well, it seems that I’m whole... for now,” he commented, stretching his fingers as if he wanted to convince you that everything was fine.

The silence that followed was comfortable, surprisingly pleasant after the chaos of the last minutes. It was he who broke it, leaning a little towards you. “By the way, I’m Felix,” he said suddenly, his voice soft and genuine. “I think we’ve already skipped the formalities between so much flying coffee.”

“It’s true,” you replied, suddenly feeling aware of how ridiculous everything had been. “I’m Y/N.”

Felix approached with a smile that seemed to illuminate everything around him. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Even if it was with a cup of coffee like cupid.” His joke made you laugh, a more genuine laugh than you had released in weeks.

Add yourself with a touch of confidence. “Next time I’ll invite... and I’ll try not to spill anything.”

Felix raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. "Next time? Are you already planning another meeting? Well, I guess you should be more careful if I see you again, or I'll end up with a ruined shirt this time."

“It wasn’t on purpose!” You exclaimed, frowning still worried about the previous event, but Felix only laughed louder.

"I know, I know," he finally said, with a gentle gesture that made you blush softly. "Though, to be honest, it wasn't that bad. Thanks to this disaster, I met someone interesting."

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but you manage to hide it with a smile.

You looked over your shoulder at the wall clock, mentally cursing the time.

Your boss was going to kill you if you didn’t arrive in twenty minutes.

“I should go, my boss will get very angry with me if I don’t arrive on time, and I already have many delays behind me,” you blurted out, as if only at that moment you remembered the reality.

You ignored the fact that you didn’t have your cup of coffee in your hand.

You’d have to come back later for a new one.

Felix looked at you with a funny expression, as if he was amused by your urgency. “I don’t want to be the cause of your dismissal, so run before it’s too late,” he joked, but his eyes were still fixed on yours.

They were too beautiful to ignore.

“See you, Y/N,” he said with a farewell gesture that, for some reason, you felt would not be the last.

You nodded quickly, trying to recompose your posture.

“See you later, Felix.”

He gave you one last look, as warm as his whole being, and began to move away slowly just like you.

Without wasting any more time, you turned around and began to walk hastily towards the exit, feeling your heartbeat even stronger than they should be.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

Even though you didn't have coffee, you got something more unexpected: a conversation, a smile... and a name that, unintentionally, was already starting to repeat itself in your mind.

Felix.

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