THE MIXTAPES (lee Felix X Reader)- Chapter 9

THE MIXTAPES (lee felix x reader) - Chapter 9

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y/n is a coward that is in love with her bestfriend. what other way to express yourself than posting mixtapes about your love on twitter?

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three: a little headache

The moment you walk through your door after coming home from a long day of classes, something feels off. The air is much colder than it usually was. Even for a cooler autumn day like today, your home seems to have an atmosphere of its own. For the past week, nothing had been out of the ordinary like the first couple of days after moving in. Seungmin—as well as the other boys, who ended up inviting themselves just at the former has—had been over a couple of times, but nothing worth mentioning to them has happened. Sure, there were the odd clanking sounds you heard the past few nights, but you've chalked that up to the building itself being quite old. And you're fairly sure that the potted plant that fell off the counter the other day was because you had placed it too close to the edge without thinking about it. Surely, there wasn't a ghost in your apartment, right? But the fact that even in the darkness of your home you can sense that something's not right doesn't dismiss the idea of a ghost haunting you.

You set your duffle bag down near the door and carefully trapse through your living room. You reach out to turn on the light. The light flickers to life—you make a mental note to change the bulb once you get a chance—and all you can see is chaos.

Your furniture has been moved around, a completely different set up to what you had done. The couch, which had been placed against the wall with the window facing out towards the city, is now dead center in your living room. The coffee table that had sat in front of it is now up against the wall behind the couch. Various other little decorations and pieces of furniture are in places you would have never thought to have put them.

A crash in your bedroom, with a loud grumble of a male voice following, stops you in place. Is there someone in your home? Did you walk in to a burglary? That couldn't be possible, you think. Your front door was closed and locked before you made your way inside and your apartment is on the eighth floor of the building. And unless someone has the key, which your landlord said there was only ever one key and not even the boys have a copy, there's no possible way that someone could have waltzed into your home.

You glance around for a moment, finding your umbrella set against the wall near the front door, and you grab it. If there is an intruder, at least you can defend yourself to some degree. You take quiet steps towards your bedroom, walking around the floorboards you know will creak under your weight. Your heart pounds against your chest and you hope that it can't be heard by the intruder.

You slide yourself against the wall as you approach the door. Umbrella raised in preparation to attack, you take a deep breath to calm yourself.

One...

Two...

Three!

Throwing yourself into the middle of the doorframe, you yell out a small battle cry. You were ready to face nothing but an empty room, so sure that there would be no one there, thinking you were just going crazy. But the startled look on the man's face in front of you has you freezing in the doorframe.

He's cute. You shake your head slightly. Now's not the time for that.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I should be asking you that!" you shriek.

"What do you mean? This is my apartment!"

"Your apartment? I bought this place two weeks ago! This is my apartment and you shouldn't be here!" You drop the umbrella, completely forgetting that this is a complete stranger standing in the middle of your bedroom, and stomp closer to the man. "How did you get in here?"

"Is this a prank?" He let's out a huff of laughter. "Did one of the boys set you up to this? Was it Jeongin? Seems like something he would do. How much did he pay you, huh? He really thinks he's funny trying to prank me after I come out of the hospital."

"What the hell are you talking about? This is MY apartment! I even have the paperwork to prove it! Not that I need to anyway. You need to get out of here before I call the cops."

You reach out to grab onto his wrist, ready to drag him out of your apartment. But the moment you're supposed to make contact with his skin, you don't. Your eyes widen as you watch your hand passes through his arm, fingers tingling slightly from the coldness of the air around him. Your eyes flick up to meet his, his own gaze mirroring yours at the new realization. You stumble back slightly, triping over the rug at the foot of your bed. The man reaches out to help stabilize you only to retract his hands, remembering what had happened only seconds before. You mange to keep yourself on your feet, still staring at him shocked.

"You- your not- What the fuck?"

Summary: After moving into a new apartment, y/n learns that she got more than she bargained for.

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