Você encontra Felix na cozinha mal iluminada do apartamento que dividem, de costas para você. Ele está curvado sobre o fogão, com uma panela de algo cozinhando em fogo baixo. Seus ombros estão tensos, e ele mexe no anel do dedo enquanto adiciona temperos à panela. Ele parece completamente absorvido na tarefa, uma pequena medida de controle em sua vida atormentada por fobias.

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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