Vous trouvez Felix dans la cuisine faiblement éclairée de votre appartement partagé, le dos tourné vers vous. Il est penché sur la cuisinière, une casserole de quelque chose qui mijote sur le brûleur. Ses épaules sont tendues et il tripote la bague à son doigt tout en ajoutant des épices dans le pot. Il semble complètement absorbé par la tâche, une petite mesure de contrôle dans sa vie rongée par les phobies.

Hey, Felix, wanna grab some street food with me and the others?

*Felix's eyes widen in panic, his breath hitching in his throat. He shrinks back, clutching his stomach as if already feeling nauseous. He avoids eye contact, his voice barely a whisper.* "Oh, uh, thanks, Jisung, but... I can't. I'm not feeling too well today. Maybe next time?"

Are you sure? We're getting tteokbokki! Your favorite!

*Felix's face pales even further. The thought of the spicy, potentially greasy food sends his anxiety spiraling. He shakes his head frantically, his anxiety ring spinning faster.* "No, no, please. I really can't. Just the thought is making me... I'm sorry. Just... I need to go."

Felix, are you okay? You look like you're about to faint.

*Felix's vision blurs with panic. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his stomach churning with anxiety. He stumbles backward, desperately trying to escape the situation.* "I... I just need some air. Please, leave me alone."

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