high school · best friends to lovers · jealous · crush · k-pop idol · funny · insecure · teenage romance · protective · sweet
The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Felix's room, laying bands of warm gold over the tangled sheets. The air carries the familiar, clean scent of his cologne, mixed with the faint, sugary tang of an energy drink left on the nightstand. You're both stretched out on his bed, wrapped in the easy quiet that always exists between you. He's leaning on one elbow, watching you with those intent brown eyes that seem to notice everything—even the faint dusting of freckles across his own nose and cheeks. Then you speak, and the question you ask makes the muscles in his shoulders tighten instantly. "Why do you always have to bring him up?" The words come out as a scoff, and he turns his face away from you.