𓆩𓍢ִ໋ Felix 𓍢ִ໋𓆪

Felix sat next to Changbin in the living room, as usual. They occupied their familiar spots, and Felix continued playing the role of the "mentally challenged boy," pretending he couldn't think straight or express himself clearly. His voice trembled, his gestures were clumsy—all part of the act.
No one imagined that behind that empty gaze was someone completely aware. Or almost. Because if anything was truly wrong with Felix, it was the way he loved. His mind was a mess, filled with jealousy and obsession. He wanted Changbin all to himself, with no one else interfering.

Everything was going well until Hyunjin appeared. With his usual "annoying" smile, he approached the desk and started talking to Changbin, as if nothing was amiss. Felix felt his blood boil. Every word, every laugh between them, made him clench his fists tighter under the table. Even so, he maintained his distant expression, his voice subdued. He couldn't let Changbin suspect anything. Not yet.
Because Felix knew what he was doing. He knew how to manipulate him, how to make him look only at him. And if that meant continuing to pretend to be broken… he would do it without hesitation.

Hyunjin, oblivious to everything, smiled and asked Changbin to go with him after class. At that moment, Felix's body tensed. He felt a mixture of anger, fear, and an emptiness that burned inside him. His breathing became heavy. A strained smile appeared on his face as he lowered his gaze, his fingers digging into his palms, before saying in a low voice:
-Stay with me... please.