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Felix stepped out of his lecture hall with the kind of relief that loosened his shoulders instantly. The sun was warm, the breeze was soft, and best of all, he was free for the rest of the day. No homework. No group projects. And definitely no Han dragging him into something questionable.
He tugged his backpack higher on his shoulder and started toward the campus café, already imagining the iced latte he was going to reward himself with. He had made it not even ten steps before Seungmin appeared out of nowhere, breathless and wide‑eyed.
“Felix. Lix. Angel. Best friend of my life,” Seungmin said in one breath.
Felix blinked. “What did you do?”
“Nothing! I didn’t do anything!” Seungmin insisted, which was exactly what someone who did something would say. “I just – okay, I need you to watch Sparky for like an hour.”
Felix stared at him. “Your demon dog? THE demon dog?!”
“He is NOT a demon,” Seungmin said, offended. “Han exaggerates.”
“Han had to climb a tree to escape him.”
“That was one time.”
Felix sighed. “Why me?”
“Because,” Seungmin said, already shoving the leash into Felix’s hand, “you’re free for the rest of the day. And you love me.”
Felix opened his mouth to argue, but Seungmin was already jogging backwards. “One hour! I swear! You won’t even notice he’s there!”
Sparky, a small white scruffy creature with deceptively innocent eyes, stared up at Felix like he was sizing him up.
Felix exhaled. “Okay, buddy. Let’s go get that coffee.”
He headed toward the quad, leash in hand, Sparky trotting beside him with suspicious enthusiasm. The quad was busy; students sprawled on the grass, groups chatting, someone playing guitar under a tree. Felix relaxed a little. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
Then he saw her.
Y/N was standing at the top of the steps of the humanities building, waving goodbye to her friends. The sunlight caught in her hair, and she laughed at something Minho said, her smile bright and easy. She started down the steps, heading straight toward the quad.
Felix’s heart dropped into his stomach.
Nope. No. Absolutely not. He was not doing this today, maybe not even any day.
He immediately veered left, planning to take the long way around the quad, even if it added ten minutes to his walk. He could not risk —
Sparky saw her. Felix felt the leash go taut.
“Shit,” he whispered.
Sparky launched.
“SPARKY—!”
Felix stumbled forward, dragged across the grass like a ragdoll. Students turned to look. Someone gasped. Someone else laughed, in disbelief this tiny dog managed to drag a fully grown man.
Felix tried to dig his heels in, but Sparky was possessed by some higher purpose.
And, of course, that purpose was Y/N.
She had just stepped onto the grass when Sparky barreled into her legs, tail wagging violently. Felix, unable to stop, tripped over his own feet and skidded to a stop right at her shoes.He lay there for a second, face burning, staring at the ground.Great. Perfect. Amazing. He was going to transfer schools.
“Are you okay?” Y/N’s voice was warm, amused, and way too close.
Felix forced himself to look up.
She was kneeling beside him, eyes bright with concern and a smile tugging at her lips. Sparky was already in her lap, licking her hand like she was his long‑lost soulmate.
Felix wanted to die, he has to die at this point.
“I—I’m fine,” he stammered, scrambling to sit up. “Sorry. He—uh—he does that.”
She laughed softly. “It’s okay. He’s cute.”
Felix muttered, “He’s evil,” under his breath.
“What’s his name?” she asked, scratching Sparky behind the ears.
“Sparky,” Felix said. “He’s… he’s not mine. Thank God.”
She smiled at that, then held out her hand. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“I know,” Felix blurted.
Her eyes widened just a little; surprised, but not offended. She helped pull him up with the hand she used to introduce herself.
Felix’s brain short‑circuited. “I mean—I’ve seen you around. Not like—creepy. Just—you’re—you’re in my psych lecture sometimes. I think. Maybe?! I don’t know. I’m —”
It took him a hot minute to swallow that lump in his throat and croak out a simple, ”I’m Felix.”
Y/N’s smile softened, warm and genuine. “Hi, Felix.”
He felt his face heat up so fast he thought he might combust, or at the very least catch on fire. Sparky chose that moment to yank the leash again, impatient to continue his quest for chaos.
Felix stumbled backward, tugged by basically the demon himself. “I—uh—I should—he’s—yeah. Bye.”
Y/N bit back a laugh. “Bye, Felix.”
He let Sparky drag him away, mortified, ears ringing. He barely heard the soft laughter behind him; Y/N’s friends walking down the steps to join her.
“Did he just get dragged away?” Hyunjin asked, amused.
“Poor guy,” Chan said, shaking his head.
Minho smirked. “You okay, Y/N? Need help recovering from your meet‑cute?”
Y/N rolled her eyes, cheeks warm. “Shut up.”
Meanwhile, across the quad, Felix’s nightmare continued.
Seungmin had returned just in time to witness the entire disaster. Han and Changbin were approaching from the direction of the café, both of them wide‑eyed.
“Bro,” Han said, already dying laughing. “BRO. That was—oh my god—”
Changbin clapped him on the back. “You slid into her like a baseball player.”
Felix groaned. “Please stop talking.”
Seungmin took Sparky’s leash back, looking far too pleased. “Sparky has excellent taste.”
“I’m never watching him again,” Felix muttered.
“Im sure you will,” Seungmin said confidently.
Felix glared at him, but his attention snagged on movement across the quad.
Y/N was walking away from her friends, heading toward another building. She glanced back—just once—eyes flicking to Felix.
Felix froze.
She looked away quickly, but her friends didn’t. Hyunjin cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled something teasing after her. She rolled her eyes fondly and waved him off.
Felix couldn’t hear what they said. His ears were still buzzing with embarrassment.
“She thinks I’m so weird,” he whispered.
Han slung an arm around his shoulders. “Nah, man. She smiled at you.”
“I’m sure it’s going to be fine,” Seungmin said in a tone that in no way, shape, or form convinced Felix what he said is true.
Felix buried his face in his hands. “I’m never showing my face in public again. Ever.”
Changbin laughed. “Good luck with that.”
Felix groaned again, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. But somewhere across the quad, Y/N was still smiling.
A full week had passed since ‘Felix’s Day of Reckoning’ — a title Han had proudly coined and repeated so many times that Felix was considering legally changing his name and fleeing the country. After committing a crime against his friends of course. But the teasing had finally started to die down. A little.
Felix pushed open the door to the campus café, the smell of espresso and toasted bagels washing over him. Han and Changbin were already at their usual table, waving him over with obnoxious enthusiasm. Seungmin sat beside them, sipping an iced Americano like he hadn’t unleashed a demon dog onto Felix’s life, ruining him forever.
“Morning, Lix!” Han chirped.
Felix dropped into the seat across from them. “If anyone mentions Sparky, I’m leaving.”
Changbin grinned. “We weren’t going to—”
“—but now that you brought him up—” Han added.
Felix groaned. “I swear to God I’m never even looking at that dog again.”
Seungmin raised an eyebrow. “You say that, but Sparky loves you.”
“Sparky dragged me across the quad like a mop.”
“He was excited to see Y/N,” Seungmin said, shrugging. “He has taste.”
Felix’s face heated instantly. “Can we not—”
“ AND, I would like to remind you that Sparky is a registered match maker. He has set up many of my friends with dates, so you will just have to thank me later.”
“I am not going to—”
Han leaned forward, interrupting Felix, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Speaking of—”
“No.”
“—I need a favor.”
Felix narrowed his eyes. “What kind of favor?”
Han clasped his hands together dramatically. “A tiny one. Minuscule. Microscopic. Nanoscopic. I swear you won’t even notice you’re doing it.”
“That’s what Seungmin said before he gave me Sparky.”
“This is different,” Han insisted. “This is for the team. For me.”
Felix blinked. “What team?”
“The football team. I’m the assistant manager, remember?”
Felix stared. “Han. What did you do?”
Han’s voice dropped to a desperate whisper. “The… Uh—The mascot called in sick.”
Felix’s stomach dropped. “No.”
“You’re the only one who fits the costume!”
“No!”
“Please, Felix. Please. I’m begging you. Pretty pleaseeee!! I’m on my knees—”
“You’re sitting.”
“I will get on my knees.”
Changbin snorted into his coffee.
Felix rubbed his temples. “Han, I don’t want to—”
“Felix,” Han said, eyes wide and dramatic, his hands flailing wildly, as if that would help his point. “If you don’t do this, the team will lose morale. Chan will cry. Children will weep. The school
spirit will CRUMBLE!! Do you want that on your conscience?”
Felix stared at him. “You’re insane.”
Han clasped his hands tighter. “Please?! Please, please, please, please, please? I literally couldn’t find anyone else. You’re my last hope.”
Felix sighed, defeated. “Fine.”
Han shot out of his chair. “YES! I love you! You’re a hero! You’re MY hero”
Felix regretted everything, immediately.
Y/N walked across campus with Minho and Hyunjin, the morning sun warm on her shoulders. They were halfway to their lecture when Jeongin came sprinting toward them, backpack bouncing.
“Y/N!” he called. “I just saw your boyfriend!”
Y/N nearly tripped. “He’s not—Jeongin!”
Hyunjin smirked. “You mean Felix?”
Jeongin nodded enthusiastically. “Yep. He was at the café. Looking very… Felix.”
Minho snorted. “Meaning awkward and adorable.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, but her cheeks warmed. “It was one time. I met him ONE time! A week ago! And, if you remember, he was very much being dragged. By a dog. Across the quad.”
“Iconic,” Hyunjin said with a blissful sigh. “Truly.”
Jeongin nudged her. “You should go say hi.”
“I’m going to class,” she said firmly, though her mind wandered for a moment. She wondered if he’d looked less panicked today. She wondered if he’d even remember her. Probably not.
Chan jogged up behind them, football helmet in hand. “Hey, are you guys coming to the game tonight?”
“Of course,” Y/N said. “Front row. We’re cheering you on.”
Hyunjin groaned. “Front row? Again?”
“Yes,” Y/N said, linking her arm with his. “You’ll survive. It’s for the greater good of our dear friend Christopher over here.”
Minho smirked. “Maybe we’ll see your little dog-boyfriend again.”
Y/N shoved him lightly. “Shut up.” But, she was smiling.
By late afternoon, Felix was regretting every life decision that had led him to this moment.
He stood behind the gym, staring at the giant duffel bag Han had thrust into his arms.
“Put it on,” Han said.
Felix swallowed. “Han. This is a war crime.”
“It’s school spirit!”
“It’s missing an ear.”
Han winced. “Yeah… uh, just.. don’t worry about that.”
Felix pulled the mascot suit out of the bag. It was enormous, fluffy, and vaguely resembled a bear that had been through emotional trauma.
“Han,” Felix said slowly, “this thing smells like death.”
Han patted his shoulder. “You’ll be great. Just walk around, wave at people, don’t fall.”
Felix glared. “Why would I fall?”
Han avoided eye contact. “No reason.”
Y/N and her friends arrived at the stadium just as the stands were filling. They found seats in the front row, Hyunjin and Jeongin immediately complaining about being hungry.
“We literally just got here,” Y/N said.
Hyunjin pouted. “But you get a discount at the concession stand.”
“I do not.”
“You do,” Jeongin insisted. “Every time.”
“It’s because you flirt with the workers,” Hyunjin said.
Y/N gasped. “I do not!”
Minho snorted. “You just have that natural charm. Everyone loves you.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. “Fine. I’ll go get snacks.”
She headed up the steps, unaware of the chaos brewing on the field.
Felix waddled onto the sidelines in the mascot suit, vision limited to a tiny mesh screen. Han hovered beside him like a nervous parent.
“Okay,” Han said, “just wave. Maybe do a little dance. Don’t trip.”
Felix muttered, “I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“I hate you.”
Han grinned. “Go team!”
Felix sighed and shuffled toward the crowd. He waved at a group of kids. He did a little hop. He tried to look enthusiastic. He was sweating buckets. Then he turned toward the front row—
And froze.
Y/N was there. Right there.
She had just returned from the concession stand, handing snacks to her friends, laughing as Hyunjin stole popcorn from her bag. She looked relaxed, pretty, happy. Like she always did.
Felix’s heart slammed into his ribs and he took one big step backward. His foot caught on a stray pom‑pom. He went down like a felled tree.
The mascot head flew off, rolled across the grass, and stopped directly at Y/N’s feet. The entire front row gasped, with a few stray laughs. Felix sat up slowly, dazed, hair sticking up, and face blazing red.
Y/N blinked. “Felix?”
He wanted to die.
“I—I’m fine,” he stammered, scrambling to his feet. “Totally fine. Just—gravity. You know.”
She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Are you sure?”
“Uh.. No,” he admitted.
She picked up the mascot head and handed it to him. “You look cute, though. As a… Bear?.”
Felix nearly dropped it again. “I—uh—thanks.”
Her friends were watching with barely contained amusement.
Hyunjin whispered loudly, “Y/N, he’s adorable.”
Minho elbowed her. “You’re smiling.”
“I am not,” she hissed, cheeks warm.
Jeongin grinned. “You totally are.”
Y/N shoved a handful of popcorn into Jeongin’s mouth to shut him up.
Felix stumbled back toward the sidelines, mortified.
Han met him halfway, face twisted in secondhand embarrassment. “Bro… I’m so sorry. That was—wow. Uh… That was rough.”
Felix glared. “I’m never helping you again.”
“I'm sure you will,” Han said gently.
Felix groaned. “I hate everything. My life is actually so unfair.”
Changbin and Seungmin were trying not to laugh, failing miserably.
“On the bright side,” Changbin said with an unconvincing smile, “she talked to you.”
Felix buried his face in the mascot head. “I want to disappear.”
During halftime, Y/N let her mind wander. The game blurred into background noise as she replayed the moment Felix fell, the way he’d looked up at her with wide, embarrassed eyes, the way he’d stammered through his words.
She found herself scanning the sidelines, and there he was; mascot head off, talking to his friends, back turned to her. His hair was messy, his posture shy, his hands moving animatedly as Han apologized for the hundredth time. She thought to herself how pretty he is, like sunshine in a bottle. Like the stars. Y/N smiled without realizing it.
Minho nudged her. “You’re staring.”
“No, I’m not.” she said, looking away quickly.
“You are.”
Hyunjin leaned over. “It’s cute.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t fade.
Two weeks had passed since the mascot incident, and Felix had finally stopped wanting to crawl under his bed every time someone mentioned football. Or bears. His friends still teased him, but the intensity had died down. For the most part.
He still swore he would never help Han again. (He absolutely would. Everyone knew it.)
He still swore he would never speak to Y/N again. (He absolutely wanted to, and he absolutely would. Everyone knew that too, obviously.)
He had spent the last two weeks avoiding her with the dedication of a man evading the FBI. He’d ducked behind vending machines, turned around mid‑hallway, and once — to Han’s eternal delight — dove straight into a bush when he spotted her across the quad.
So when he walked toward the campus café that morning, he was relaxed. Calm. Almost happy. It was almost too good to be true.
Until he saw her.
Y/N was walking toward the café from the opposite direction, chatting with Hyunjin, who was gesturing dramatically about something. She was laughing — bright, warm, effortless — and
Felix’s heart clenched so hard he nearly stumbled.
She looked beautiful. She always did. And she was getting closer, making Felix panic.
“Oh no,” he whispered.
He spun on his heel so fast he nearly tripped, darting into the narrow alleyway beside the café. He slammed himself against the brick wall to hide — and immediately whacked the back of his head against it.
“SHIT—!”
He clapped a hand over his skull, eyes watering, crouched like a criminal hiding from the law.
Y/N and Hyunjin walked past the alley entrance, still talking. And then he heard it — her laugh. Soft, bright, and completely unguarded. It hit him like a punch to the chest, knocking the wind out of him. God, he liked her so much it physically hurt.
He stayed frozen until their voices faded, then stumbled into the café, face red, rubbing the back of his head.
Han, Seungmin, and Changbin were already at their table, and must have seen the whole thing by the looks of their stares.
Han took one look at him and burst out laughing. “BRO. Did you just—did you actually—”
Seungmin wheezed. “Did you hit your head hiding from her?”
Felix groaned. “I hate all of you.”
Changbin grinned. “Hyunjin was with her. You could’ve said hi.”
Felix dropped into his seat and covered his face. “I’m never leaving my dorm again.”
They laughed for a solid minute before letting him breathe. Felix finally got a moment of peace with his coffee; it was warm, comforting, and grounding.
Until Changbin cleared his throat.
“Hey, Felix… buddy… pal…”
Felix didn’t look up. “No.”
“You don’t even know what I’m asking.”
“No.”
Changbin leaned forward. “Please? I need a favor.”
Felix glared. “Absolutely not. Last time I helped someone, I ended up in a mascot suit missing an ear.”
Han winced. “Yeah, that was rough.”
“That was YOUR fault!”
Changbin pressed on. “This is different. I just need you to deliver a box.”
“No.”
“It’s for my old roommate.”
“No!”
“He hates me.”
“Sounds like a you problem.”
“But he likes you.”
Felix blinked. “He doesn’t even know me?!”
“Exactly,” Changbin said. “And everyone likes you.”
Felix groaned. “Changbin—”
“How about I stop asking you to work out with me for the rest of the month. Will you do it then?”
Felix froze.
Han gasped. “He’s bargaining with the holy grail.”
Felix sighed, defeated.“ Ugh. Fine.”
Changbin fist‑pumped. “YES! You’re actually the best.”
Felix regretted everything. Almost immediately. It was late evening when Changbin handed him the box outside the café. It was huge. And heavy. And taped together like it had survived a war.
“What is in this? Should I even ask?” Felix asked.
“Probably not. I don't even really know, it's the only box he left behind. I’m guessing stuff.”
“No Shit, Sherlock. What kind of stuff?”
“The kind that needs to be delivered.”
Felix glared. “You’re impossible.”
Changbin grinned. “Dorm Hall C. Floor 2, Room 214. You got this. Fighting!!”
Felix muttered under his breath the entire walk across campus.
Y/N had just finished dinner with Minho and Chan in their dorm. She hugged them goodbye, grabbed her phone, and stepped into the hallway.
She was halfway down the corridor when she spotted a familiar tuft of blond hair behind a massive cardboard box. Her heart did a tiny, traitorous flip.Felix.
He was struggling, arms wrapped around the box, eyebrows barely peeking over the top. She smiled; he looked adorable, even in distress.
She opened her mouth to say hi to him as he turned the corner. And slammed directly into her, making the box explode.
Clothes, notebooks, tangled chargers, and — oh. my. god. — a bright red pair of lacy underwear flew out and landed right at Y/N’s feet.
Felix froze. Y/N blinked.
Felix’s soul left his body for the second time that day.
“I—THAT’S NOT MINE—IT’S HIS—THIS ISN’T—OH MY GOD—” Felix scrambled to grab the underwear, face flaming, shoving it back into the box like it was radioactive. “I swear this isn’t—this isn’t what it looks like—”
Y/N burst into laughter — warm, soft, not mocking.
“It’s okay, Felix,” she said, kneeling to help him gather the scattered items. “Really. I’ve seen worse, I swear. ”
Felix wanted to melt into the floor. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you. I swear I wasn’t trying to—”
“Run me over?” she teased gently.
Felix’s face burned hotter. “Yes. I mean no. I mean—”
She smiled at him, and he forgot how to breathe.
As they picked up the last of the items, she handed him a notebook. Their fingers brushed and Felix short‑circuited.
“You’d better be careful,” she said softly. “You’re gonna give yourself a concussion one of these days.”
He swallowed. “Yeah. Um.. Probably.”
She touched his arm lightly as she stepped around him. “See you around, Felix.”
He nearly fainted.
Minho poked his head out of his dorm room. “What the hell was that noise?”
Then he saw Felix.
“Oh,” Minho said, smirking. “It’s you.”
Chan appeared behind him, shirtless, but Felix didn't have time to dwell on that. “Felix? What are you doing here?”
Felix held up the mangled box. “Delivering… stuff. For my friend Changbin..”
Minho raised an eyebrow at the red lace sticking out. “Is that underwear?”
Felix nearly died. “IT’S NOT MINE.”
Chan chuckled. “Relax, man. We’re just messing with you.”
Felix groaned. “I hate today.”
Chan leaned against the doorframe. “Hey, isn’t Changbin in my music composition class? Seo Changbin, right?”
Felix blinked. “He is? I mean, yeah, that is his name.”
“Yeah,” Chan said. “We should all hang out sometime. You know — both groups.”
Felix’s eyes widened in horror. “NO. I mean—no. I mean—um.. I’m busy. Forever.”
Minho snorted. “Relax. Y/N isn’t going to hurt you.”
Felix muttered, “She might if I keep running into her. Or I’ll hurt her..”
Minho smirked. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Felix fled. When he stepped outside the building he exhaled shakily. Then froze. Y/N was walking back toward him, hair bouncing, eyes bright.
“Oh—Felix!” she said, surprised. “I forgot my bag.”
He nodded too fast. “Right. Yeah. Cool. um.. Bags. Are… Important. Yeah.”
She stepped closer, concern softening her expression. “Are you okay? You looked… frazzled. Are you hurt from running into me?!”
Felix swallowed. “I’m fine. Really.”
He thought she was pitying him but she was genuinely worried.
“Okay,” she said gently. “Um.. Just… be careful, okay?”
He nodded again, unable to form real words. She smiled — warm, soft, devastating — and walked past him into the building. Felix stared after her, dazed.
Inside, Y/N walked straight into Chan and Minho’s dorm. They both looked up.
Minho smirked. “Back so soon?”
She ignored him, heading straight to the window.
Chan exchanged a look with Minho. “She’s gone, whipped.”
Y/N didn’t answer, just peeked out the window just in time to see Felix walking away, shoulders hunched, clearly muttering something to himself.
Then he stopped. And gently banged his head against the wall, which Y/N giggled at.
Minho gasped. “Are you giggling?”
“No,” she said quickly, schooling her expression and turning away from the window.
Chan grinned. “You totally are.”
She grabbed her bag, cheeks warm. “I’m going home.”
Minho called after her, “Tell your boyfriend we said hi!”
She rolled her eyes, smiling as she walked out.
And as she headed back to her dorm, she found herself hoping — just a little — that she’d run into Felix again. Not literally. Though… she might not mind if that happened.
Changbin had apologized so many times that Felix was starting to feel guilty for being annoyed in the first place. At this point, Felix wasn’t even mad anymore — he just genuinely believed the universe had a personal vendetta against him.
His friends had noticed. Therefore Han had stopped teasing him quite as aggressively, Seungmin had stopped bringing up Sparky every five minutes, and Changbin had even offered to buy him lunch twice.
Felix appreciated it, but he also didn’t trust it.
After his last class, he was packing up when his phone buzzed.
Han 👿.
Felix sighed and answered. “What.”
Han didn’t waste time. “LIIIIIX. My angel. My savior. My—”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I’m asking!”
“No!”
Han groaned dramatically. “Puh-lease?! Me and Changbin are stuck in the studio. We’re working on this project for music composition and we’re dying. We’re starving. We’re dehydrated. We’re—”
“Han.”
“Please, just pick up our coffee order. Please. I’m begging you. I’ll literally—”
“Fine.”
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
Felix hung up and headed toward the café, muttering curses under his breath about Han, Han’s ancestors, and Han’s future descendants.
Y/N, Hyunjin, and Jeongin were also heading toward the café, though for a very different reason.
Jeongin was dragging his feet dramatically. “I’m literally dying.”
“You’re literally fine,” Hyunjin said.
“I haven’t had caffeine in hours.”
“You had two coffees this morning,” Y/N reminded him.
“And now I need a third,” Jeongin insisted.
Hyunjin smirked. “Maybe your little crash‑dummy boyfriend will be there.”
Y/N nearly tripped. “He’s not—stop calling him that.”
Jeongin grinned. “You’re smiling.”
“No I’m not.” She delivered with a smack to his arm, which Jeongin rubbed dramatically for minutes. She absolutely was smiling, though she'll never admit that.
Felix walked into the café and immediately regretted every decision that had led him to this moment. Han’s order was sitting on the counter, and it was enormous: Six drinks, a bag of pastries, a smoothie Changbin absolutely did not need, and a tea Seungmin didn’t order but would drink later anyway.
Felix stared at it for at least a minute.
“Han,” he whispered, “I hope your project fails.”
He balanced everything, barely, and started his journey to the music building. He was halfway out the door when he heard it.
“Felix?”
He turned fast, way too fast. A drink sloshed onto his shirt, another splashed onto his pants, and he nearly dropped the entire tray.
Y/N immediately rushed over to help.
“Oh my god—are you okay?” she asked, grabbing napkins.
Felix was already red. “I—I’m fine. Totally fine. Happens all the time. I’m—”
She wiped a drop of coffee off his sleeve. Felix’s brain short‑circuited. Then she wiped a drop off his pants, and Felix nearly ascended to heaven.
“You’re soaked,” she said gently. “Here—hold still.”
He held still. Very still. Possibly dead.
She steadied the tray in his hands. “Do you want help carrying these?”
Felix shook his head too fast. “No! I mean—no, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” she said simply. “I’m literally just here because Jeongin needed caffeine. I have nothing to do right now. And I really don’t mind.”
She smiled — warm, easy, genuine. A smile that made Felix melt instantaneously.
“O‑okay,” he whispered.
She grabbed half the drinks and walked beside him. And somehow — someway — Felix found himself actually talking to her. Sure, she carried the conversation, but he responded. With actual words. Not just panicked noises. For Felix, that was a miracle, sent from God himself. Who he made sure to thank silently during the walk.
They reached the recording studio, and Felix knocked with his elbow. Han swung open the door.
“Felix! You’re a lifesav—oh. Oh! Y/N?”
“Oh, hey Han!” Y/N replied with a wide grin.
Felix blinked. “You… know her?”
Han looked confused. “Uh… yeah? Minho introduced us at the club fair.”
Felix felt betrayed. “You never told me that,” he said through gritted teeth.
Han shrugged. “You never asked.”
Felix glared at him like he’d committed treason.
Inside the studio, Chan was sitting at the mixing desk.
Y/N lit up when she saw him. “Chan! You’re here?”
Chan stood up with a smile and hugged her. “Oh hey, Y/N. I didn't know you were coming.”
“Oh, I'm just helping Felix with Han’s ridiculous order,” She said with a wink in Felix's direction.
Felix died inside again.
Han explained, “We’re working on a project together. Writing and composing a song. UGHH! And we’re all hitting writer’s block and slowly losing our minds.”
Y/N laughed softly. “You guys are insanely talented. You’ll figure it out. Just take a break and stop overthinking,” the last comment being pointedly towards Chan, a ruffle to his hair being delivered for good measure.
Felix felt his soul leave his body. Y/N handed Han the drinks, then grabbed Felix’s arm.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get out of their way.”
She dragged him out of the room.
Felix was blushing so hard he felt feverish, sick. Dying with the plague.
She still had his arm. And he was still staring at her like she was the only person in the world. As she pulled him through the music building, chatting casually, he nodded at random intervals, not actually hearing a word. Next thing he knew, they were outside in the quad.
She dropped onto the grass under a tree — the tree he’d seen her under a hundred times, though he would never admit that out loud — and patted the spot next to her.
“Sit with me?”
Felix’s heart stopped. He sat stiff – awkward, terrified.
Y/N leaned back on her hands, leaning her head up at the sky with closed eyes, basking in the sun, completely at ease.
Felix tried not to stare, which he failed instantly. Y/N opened her eyes and glanced at him, catching him staring. He panicked, but she just smiled. At him.
And Felix thought, for the first time: Maybe his life isn't unfair. Maybe the universe wasn’t out to get him. Maybe it was trying to push him toward her.
Minho and Chan’s dorm was usually loud, messy, and full of questionable snacks. But tonight, it was the headquarters of a covert mission.
Minho stood in the center of the living room like a general preparing for battle. “Alright,” he said, clapping his hands once. “We need to talk about Felix and Y/N.”
Hyunjin and Jeongin immediately perked up. Han, Changbin, and Seungmin exchanged looks — then nodded.
Chan sighed, rubbing his temples. “This is going to get out of hand, isn’t it?”
“It already is,” Minho said. He pointed at him and his group. “We’ll start.”
Hyunjin leaned forward dramatically. “Y/N likes him.”
Jeongin nodded. “She totally does.”
Chan added, “She might not know it yet, but she does. And she definitely doesn’t know Felix likes her back.”
Minho smirked. “Even though it’s painfully obvious.”
Han blinked. “Wait—Y/N likes Felix?”
Hyunjin scoffed. “Duh. She smiles every time someone mentions him.”
Jeongin chimed in, “She giggled, several times. She never giggles.”
Minho added, “She gets flustered when we tease her.”
Chan shrugged. “She looks at him like he is sunshine.”
Han’s jaw dropped. “She WHAT?”
Now it was Felix’s friends’ turn.
Han took a deep breath. “Felix is… unbelievably in love with her.”
Changbin nodded. “Catastrophically.”
Seungmin added, “He turns into a malfunctioning robot around her.”
Hyunjin snorted. “We’ve noticed.”
“He stares at her like she’s hung the moon,” Seungmin added for good measure, even though no one really needed convincing.
Han continued, “He can’t even see her without panicking.”
Changbin said, “He thinks she thinks he’s weird.”
Seungmin rolled his eyes. “And that she’s pitying him.”
Minho frowned. “She’s not pitying him.”
“We KNOW,” Han groaned. “We’ve told him a thousand times.”
Chan shook his head. “They’re both idiots.”
Everyone nodded.
Minho crossed his arms. “We need to get them in the same room. Comfortably and casually. No pressure.”
Hyunjin grinned. “A party.”
Jeongin gasped. “With pizza!”
Changbin added, “And games.”
Han said, "Definitely Snacks.”
Seungmin shrugged. “Why not a movie as well?”
Chan held up a hand. “Okay, okay. But we’re not forcing anything. No weird setups. No pushing them into closets.” When he said the last part he pointed at Hyunjin specifically.
Hyunjin and Han groaned loudly.
“Chan,” Hyunjin said, “you’re no fun.”
“I’m the only sane one here,” Chan replied.
Minho nodded. “We’ll host it here. Everyone’s invited. But—” He pointed at Felix’s friends.
“Felix cannot know Y/N is coming.”
Han nodded solemnly. “He’ll definitely run.”
Changbin added, “He’ll fake his own death.”
Seungmin said, “He’ll move to another country.”
Minho turned to his group. “Y/N WILL know Felix is coming.”
Hyunjin grinned. “She’ll definitely dress cute.”
Jeongin smirked. “Then she'll be excited.”
Chan sighed. “You’re all insane.”
To: Y/N
From: Mean-ho 😾
Mean-ho: Me and Chan are hosting a get together at our place tonight. A casual hangout, but your boyfriend and his friends will be there. And you will too.
Y/N: He is not my boyfriend.
Y/N: But sure, I’ll be there. :)
After reading this Y/N practically skipped back to her dorm from her last lecture of the day.
She opened her closet and stared at her clothes for a hot minute before settling on a soft cream sweater paired with a plaid skirt that hit mid‑thigh. She pulled on knee‑high socks and brown mary janes, and then accessorized with delicate gold jewelry. She decided to curl her hair into soft waves and pin one side back, going along with her neutral makeup look.
She looked… adorable. Pretty. Cozy. Exactly the kind of pretty that made Felix forget how to breathe.
To: Y/N
From: Mean-ho 😾
Mean-ho: Could you come early? Come help us set up? This is in no way hard for me to admit, but these guys are stupid and I need you here.
She was already grabbing her bag.
Hyunjin whistled when she walked into the living room.
“You look like you’re going on a date.”
“It’s not a date,” Y/N said quickly.
Jeongin smirked. “Not yet.”
When she looked around she saw it was chaos:
Minho was sweeping, Chan was trying to untangle fairy lights, Hyunjin was blowing up balloons for no reason, and Jeongin, sweet baby Jeongin, was eating chips.
Y/N immediately jumped in, putting her mind to work to distract her wandering mind.
She quickly rearranged the snacks, fluffed the pillows, helped Chan with the lights (that he totally wasn’t struggling with 🤭 ), and finished up making sure the place looked warm and inviting, the exact message she wanted to send to Felix.
Chan watched her with a soft smile. “You know he’s not here yet, right?”
Y/N blushed. “I know. I’m just helping.”
Minho smirked. “Sure..”
Meanwhile, Felix was in his dorm, completely unaware of the trap being set, so he just threw on a hoodie and sweats, not even bothering to brush his hair.
To: Felix
From: Han 👿
Han: Bro, come over to Chan’s dorm, the boys are getting together to hang out.
Felix: Fine. I still hate you btw.
Han: Amazing! See you there. (btw I love you too 😚)
Felix, a little too true to himself, showed up a little late. Y/N had been staring at the door the entire time, pretending she wasn’t and time someone pointed it out.
The moment Felix walked in, he froze.
Y/N was sitting on the couch, glowing under the fairy lights, wearing the cutest outfit he’d ever seen, smiling at him like she was genuinely happy he was there.
Felix’s soul left his body and he immediately turned around to leave, but Seungmin caught him by the hood, closed the door, spun him around, and pushed him gently toward the living room.
“Don’t even think about it,” Seungmin muttered behind him.
Felix whispered, “I’m going to die.”
Y/N sat up a little straighter when she saw him, her smile widening and her eyes softening.
Felix regretted every choice he had ever made in his life, specifically his most recent outfit choice, as he glanced down at it with a grimace on his face. He thought he looked underdressed and stupid, while Y/N thought he looked beautiful; like he always did, the angel he is.
The pizza arrived and the snacks were passed around. Somewhere music started playing softly.
Felix, thankfully, managed to sit as far away from Y/N as possible. He had yet to find out that he was probably worse off in between Hyunjin and Jeongin.
Hyunjin leaned over with a smirk. “Hi, Felix. I’m Hyunjin.”
Jeongin, with a smug look that competed with Hyunjin’s, added, “And I’m Jeongin. We’ve heard a lot about you.”
Felix nearly choked. “W‑what?”
Chan shot them a look and they immediately backed off, scared of their Hyung.
Felix slowly started to relax, and Y/N kept glancing at him.
Felix genuinely didn't notice, since he was actively avoiding looking anywhere near the side of the room where she was seated. However, everyone else noticed. And the night was just beginning.
Felix had somehow made it the first hour without looking over to where he knew Y/N was seated, being able to feel her presence from across the room.
Which was difficult, considering he was forced into looking the way by the TV, which he was actively playing a round of Mario Kart on. He could hear Y/N laughing at something Changbin said, and he imagined her hair was falling over her shoulder in soft waves, her smile bright enough to make his heart stutter, even in his imagination.
He was wedged between Jeongin and Hyunjin on the floor, Mario Kart controller in hand, doing his absolute best to focus on the screen, barely holding on by a thread.
“BRO, STOP RAMMING ME!” Jeongin yelled at Han, who was very obviously cheating.
“I’m not ramming you,” Han said, ramming into him on screen again.
Hyunjin leaned into Felix’s shoulder dramatically. “Felix, save us. You’re our only hope.”
Felix blinked at the screen. “I—I’m trying.”
He was not trying, He was actually losing horribly; driving into walls, falling off the track, and He was drifting when he meant to accelerate and accelerating when he meant to drift.
Because every time Y/N laughed, Felix’s brain short‑circuited.
“Felix, you’re going the wrong way,” Jeongin said.
“Oh,” Felix said, turning the controller upside down for some reason. “Right.”
Hyunjin snorted. “He’s hopeless.”
Felix didn’t argue, he was hopeless. Hopelessly in love with the girl sitting ten feet away. And hopelessly incapable of functioning like a normal human being when she was in the room.
When the next round started, Felix quietly set his controller down.
“I’m, uh… gonna get another soda,” he mumbled.
Jeongin smirked. “Good luck with that.”
Felix frowned. “With what?”
Hyunjin elbowed Jeongin not so stealthily. “Nothing. Go hydrate.”
Han gave him a thumbs‑up over his shoulder like he was sending him into battle, before realizing he fell behind and turned back towards the screen, cursing at his character, like that would magically make Baby Bowser ten times faster.
Felix ignored all of them with a roll of his eyes, slipping into the kitchen, grateful for a moment of peace.
Felix opened the fridge, grabbed a can of Coke, and exhaled shakily. He didn’t even realize how tense he’d been until he was alone. He then cracked the can open and took a deep breath, thinking he was alone, when he was in fact, not.
“Felix?”
He jumped so violently he nearly threw the Coke across the room, spinning around. Y/N was standing right behind him.
He hadn’t heard her walk in, he weirdly hadn’t sensed her presence, and therefore he hadn’t prepared himself. Which was exactly why the Coke slipped out of his hand.
He had tried to grab it, he really had, but his attempt made it slip again, further. In a last ditch effort, he grabbed it harder.
It exploded open. Coke sprayed everywhere.
All over the counter, all over the floor, and of course, all over Y/N’s cream sweater.
Felix froze in horror.
“Oh my god. Oh my god—Y/N—I’m so sorry—I didn’t—oh no—your sweater—I ruined it—I’m so sorry—”
With his words tumbling out, he grabbed the nearest towel and started frantically trying to wipe the soda off her front.
It didn’t work. At all.
He was mortified. Y/N looked down at her sweater, then back up at him.
Then, she smiled. A soft, warm, amused smile. “Felix,” she said gently, “it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,” he said, panicking. “I ruined your outfit. I—I didn’t know you were there—I didn’t even hear you—I didn’t—why does this always happen—”
She laughed softly, placing her hand over his wrist to stop him from scrubbing her sweater into oblivion. “Felix,” she repeated, “it’s fine. Really. It’s just soda.”
He stared at her, wide‑eyed, still holding the towel like a weapon. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered again.
She shook her head. “Honestly? I was looking for an excuse to get a new sweater anyway.”
Felix blinked. “You… were?”
She nodded, smiling. “Yeah. This one was getting old.”
Felix swallowed hard. “Do you—um— do you want my hoodie?”
Her eyes softened. “Are you sure?”
Felix nodded too fast. “Yes. I mean—yeah. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable the rest of the night. You can have it. I mean—borrow it. If you want. You don’t have to. But you can.” He finally caught a breath. “If you want,” he added again, quieter this time.
She giggled, and the sound made Felix want to crawl under the fridge and live there forever.
“I’d love to,” she said softly, and Felix nearly died.
He pulled his hoodie off — the soft, oversized one he loved; the one he wore all the time — and handed it to her.
She took it gently, her fingers brushing his. “Thank you,” she said, voice warm.
Felix nodded, unable to speak, and watched as she disappeared down the hallway to the bathroom, leaving Felix standing in the kitchen, staring at the floor, replaying the moment over and over. He slowly recounted everything he did, panicking more and more with each thought.
He had spilled Coke on her. He had panicked. He then offered her his hoodie, which she accepted, surprisingly.
He was going to pass out as his brain jumbled even more.
Then she walked back in, wearing his hoodie.
It was oversized on her. Soft, warm, and perfect.
Felix choked on his own spit. She looked adorable, unsurprisingly beautiful, like she was meant to wear it.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling up at him shyly. “Better?”
Felix nodded too fast. “Yeah. I mean—yes. You look—uh—good. I mean—warm. Comfortable. Not cold. I mean—”
She giggled again.
Felix felt his soul leave his body, and this time the sound made him want to crawl into her skin. To get impossibly close to her, and live off the beautiful melody of her voice forever.
She leaned against the counter, smiling softly. “Are you having fun?” she asked.
Felix nodded. “Yeah. I mean—yes. It’s nice.”
She tilted her head. “You don’t have to be nervous around me, you know. Or the guys. They’re nice, I promise.”
Felix nearly choked again. “I’m not—nervous—”
She looked up at him, not convinced in the slightest.
He sighed. “Okay. Maybe a little.”
She then smiled at him; that soft, warm smile that made his heart hurt.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she said quietly.
Felix forgot how to breathe. Before he could respond, Han’s voice echoed from the living room.
“FELIX! YOU’RE UP NEXT!”
Felix jumped again, making Y/N giggle. She then grabbed a fresh soda from the fridge and handed it to him.
“Come on,” she said, nudging his arm lightly. “Let’s go back before Han blows a gasket.”
Felix followed her, dazed. The moment they walked into the living room, the reactions were immediate. Hyunjin saw the hoodie, Jeongin gasped, Minho smirked, Chan sighed, Han whispered, “OH MY GOD,” and Seungmin muttered, “Called it.”
Y/N saw their faces and laughed softly. “It’s not what it looks like,” she said gently. “Felix spilled soda on me.”
Felix wanted to die, but Y/N just sat back down on the couch, still wearing his hoodie.
Felix sat down too — closer to her this time. Not next to her, but closer. Then he picked up his controller and joined the next round of Mario Kart, while Y/N leaned over to talk to Changbin again. But she kept glancing at Felix, and Felix kept pretending he didn’t notice. Everyone else noticed, and the night was far from over.
Mario Kart eventually collapsed the way all competitive games did with this group — with loud accusations of cheating and Jeongin insisting the controller was “definitely broken.”
“I did not hit you with three shells in a row,” Han said.
“You absolutely did,” Jeongin snapped.
“It was skill.”
“No, it was sabotage.”
Changbin stretched his arms over his head. “I’m hungry.”
“You just ate like nine slices of pizza,” Hyunjin said.
“Exactly.” Changbin said, like that made it reasonable. Hyunjin just rolled his eyes at him.
The room had settled into that warm, sleepy late-night feeling; empty pizza boxes on the table, fairy lights glowing softly around the walls, and people lounging wherever they’d found space.
Someone suggested a movie, probably Jeongin, but Felix couldn't tell because he was staring at Y/N very covertly (not). There were murmurs of agreement. Felix immediately considered retreating to the kitchen again, but Han noticed, of course he did.
Han suddenly stood up like he’d just had a brilliant idea.
“Y/N!” he announced.
Everyone looked at him. Han pointed dramatically at the couch beside Felix, the side directly across from where he had been sitting.
“Sit there.”
Y/N blinked. “Uh… okay?”
Felix went completely still and she walked over and sat down next to him, close. Not touching, but close enough that Felix was aware of every inch of space between them.
Across the room, Hyunjin and Jeongin exchanged identical smug looks. Minho leaned back against the arm of the chair, arms crossed, clearly enjoying himself. Chan sighed, and Seungmin muttered, “Subtle.”
Felix stared straight ahead like he was trying to mentally exit his body. Y/N glanced at him, her lips twitching into an almost amused smile.
“You okay?” she asked quietly.
Felix nodded too quickly. “Yep.”
The lights dimmed and the movie started; some dumb comedy Jeongin picked that nobody was really paying full attention to.
For the first few minutes Felix sat stiff as a statue. Then Y/N laughed, and her shoulder brushed his and Felix forgot how to breathe.
Across from them, Han leaned forward. “Wait, Y/N,” he whispered loudly. “Why is she mad at him?”
Y/N leaned slightly over Felix so she could see Han. “Because he lied about the dog.”
“Oh.”
Two minutes later—
“Y/N.”
She leaned over Felix again. “What?”
“What did he say just now?”
“He said the invitation got eaten.”
“By the dog?”
“Yes, Han,” She said with a kind smile.
Han nodded thoughtfully. “That dog is committing a lot of crimes.”
Felix stared at the screen like it was a life raft.
Every time Han asked something, Y/N leaned slightly across him to answer; and every time she leaned across him, her sleeve brushed his arm or her hair tickled his shoulder.
Once, when she leaned forward to see past him, her hand rested briefly on the couch beside him, almost touching his leg. Felix was fairly certain his soul had left his body.
Halfway through the movie, Y/N reached behind the couch and grabbed a blanket. She pulled it over her legs and it slipped, half of it landing across Felix’s lap.
They both noticed at the same time.
Y/N glanced at him, “Sorry.”
Felix shook his head immediately. “No—no, it's fine.”
They both looked back at the TV very quickly. A few minutes later, Y/N shifted slightly, her shoulder resting lightly against his, and Felix instantly went still. But slowly, and carefully, he finally
relaxed.
The movie kept playing, people kept laughing and Han kept whispering questions.
But Felix sat there quietly, warm under the blanket, Y/N leaning gently against him, thinking that this might be the most peaceful moment he’d had in weeks.
By the time the credits rolled, the room had gone soft and quiet.
Changbin yawned and Jeongin stretched across the rug. Chan stood up. “Alright, it’s late, we should all head home. Y/N, I’ll walk you back—”
“No,” Hyunjin said immediately.
Everyone turned.
Hyunjin shrugged innocently. “Felix should do it.”
Felix choked on air.
Chan blinked. “Why?”
“Chan, you already live here,” Hyunjin said. “Walking her across campus and back is pointless. Felix has to go that way anyway.”
Jeongin nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Very logical,” Minho added.
Han said, “Flawless reasoning.”
Changbin nodded seriously. “No notes.”
Seungmin glanced at Felix. “He’s already standing next to her.”
Felix was not standing next to her.
He was standing five feet away holding his shoes and looking like he might faint.
Y/N looked at him and Felix looked back at her.
She smiled and Felix swears he felt his brain dissolve.
“I—I guess I can walk you,” he said quickly.
“I’d love that,” she replied, with that kind smile Felix fell in love with.
As Felix turned toward the door, Y/N stepped past Hyunjin and gave him a playful shove in the shoulder, hard enough to make him stumble slightly. Behind Felix’s back, she mouthed: Stop pressuring him. Hyunjin grinned wickedly, to which Y/N rolled her eyes at (albeit fondly) and walked out the door after Felix.
The night air outside was cool and quiet, and Campus was nearly empty, lit only by scattered streetlights and the distant glow from dorm windows.
For a moment they walked in silence.
Felix kept glancing at her sleeves, his sleeves.
“You know,” he said after a moment, “you can keep the hoodie if you want.”
Y/N looked at him. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, shrugging awkwardly. “It looks better on you anyway.”
She smiled softly and tugged the sleeves over her hands.
“I like it.”
They walked a little farther.
“You’re really nice, Felix,” she said.
Felix blinked. “I am?”
“Yes.” She said with a fond but amused smile.
He looked confused, and Y/N sighed quietly.
“You know,” she tried again, “most people don’t give someone their hoodie unless they like them.”
Felix nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah,” he muttered, “I guess so”
She waited, but Felix kept walking.
“…Right,” she said.
A student passed them walking a golden retriever, and as soon as the dog spotted them, he wagged enthusiastically and tugged his owner towards them, which she apologized to Y/N and Felix for.
“ No Worries,” Y/N said cheerfully, “ We both love dogs, right Felix?” She turned to Felix with a teasing smile on her face.
Felix instinctively took a step back and Y/N laughed softly at him.
“Still traumatized from Sparky?”
“That dog tried to assassinate me,” Felix said.
“He tackled me first.”
“That was collateral damage.”
She giggled, and Felix mustered up a small smile.
When they continued walking, Y/N sighed again, louder this time.
Felix glanced over. “Are you okay?”
She stopped walking and Felix stopped too, looking back at her.
She turned toward him, frustration written all over her face — but her eyes were still soft.
“Felix… do you really not know?”
He blinked. “Know what?”
“That I like you!”
Felix’s brain completely shut down.
She kept going, words rushing out faster now.
“I thought I was being obvious! I sit next to you, I talk to you, I laugh at all your jokes, I wear your hoodie, I keep trying to spend time with you and you just keep running away like I’m chasing you with a weapon—”
“I’m in love with you.”
The words burst out of Felix before he could stop them, even with his efforts to clamp his hands over his mouth.
Y/N froze.
Felix’s eyes widened, his hands lowering.
“I—I mean—uh—”
But it was too late.
Everything spilled out at once.
“I’ve been in love with you for two years,” he said breathlessly. “Since freshman year. Since the first time I saw you in the library and you smiled at the librarian and I thought I was going to pass out.”
“And then every time I saw you after that I panicked because you’re so pretty, so, so unbelievably pretty, and so nice and I’m so weird and clumsy and I kept embarrassing myself—”
“And then the mascot thing happened and I thought you’d think I was insane—”
Y/N stepped closer to him with wide eyes.
Felix started panicking now, getting louder and louder, “AND THEN, and then SPARKY! Sparky, the ‘demon dog’, tried to MURDER you and I thought you’d NEVER talk to me again—”
“Felix,” she whispered.
“And then I SPILLED SODA ON YOU and I thought you HATE me and—”
“Felix.”
He stopped talking once he realized how close they were now, almost nose to nose. She looked up at him, and he looked down at her.
Then she reached up and kissed him. Soft at first, then warm, certain.
Felix froze for half a second before instinct finally kicked in, his body working, whereas his mind stopped working, and he kissed her back, grabbing her face.
It was still gentle, but there was a little more feeling behind it now – urgency. Weeks, months, years even, of feelings finally snapping into place.
When they pulled apart, Felix looked completely dazed and Y/N was smiling softly.
“Does that answer your question?”
Felix nodded slowly, dumbstruck.
“Yeah… I think it does.” He said, a lovestruck smile slowly creeped onto his face, matching Y/N’s.
She slipped her hand into his and their fingers fit together easily, made for each other.
When they started walking again, they were much closer, and after a few quiet steps, Felix glanced at her.
“So… you don’t secretly hate me for spilling soda on you?”
Y/N laughed, “No.”
“Good. Just making sure,” he said with a sheepish grin. “Because that would’ve been a really awkward relationship origin story.”
She burst out laughing; bright, loud, completely delighted. Felix blinked in surprise.
“You’re funny,” she said, still laughing.
“I’ve been trying to tell people that for years.”
She squeezed his hand. “Well,” she said warmly, leaning slightly closer to him with a wide beam, “You have me as a witness.”
Together, hand in hand, they kept walking into the quiet night.
And as he walked, Felix sadly remembered he would have to thank Seungmin for making him watch Sparky. Not sparky ‘the demon dog’, but Sparky the ‘Match Maker’.