doing the trend "calling my ex bf just to say goodnight"

part 1- The Trend

CALLING MY EX BF JUST TO SAY GOODNIGHT

FELIX POV

It was a Friday night, the clock reading 11:30 PM. I was curled up comfortably in my bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, letting the videos pass the time, until a specific trend stopped me cold: "Calling my ex just to say goodnight."

I bit my lip, staring at the words on the screen. A reckless, impulsive thought began to form in my head. Should I do it? Should I really?

Before I could talk myself out of it, my fingers moved automatically, navigating to Messenger. And there he was. His name sat there, familiar yet painfully distant after all this time.

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself, my pulse already quickening. "Am I really going to do this? I mean... we haven't talked in three years..."

My thumb hovered over the call button, trembling slightly. Then, before my common sense could stop me, I pressed it.

Ring... Ring... Ring...

Each second felt like an eternity. I was seconds away from hanging up out of pure panic when the ringing finally cut off. He answered.

On Call

Hj: Lix?

His voice came through the speaker, deep, raspy, and heavy with sleep. I realized instantly that I must have woken him up. But hearing that sound again-the way my nickname rolled off his tongue so naturally, exactly how he used to say it-made my chest tighten painfully. I missed it. God, I missed it more than I ever admitted. But no I can't miss him. I hate him... but fuck it i missed him

Hj: Hello?

He asked again, probably confused by my silence.

Oh shit. Oh no. My brain completely short-circuited.

Flx: Goodnight!

I blurted the words out way too fast, and before he could even process it, panic took over and I ended the call abruptly.

I threw my phone onto the mattress beside me, burying my face into my pillow in complete humiliation.

FUCK! Why did I say it like that? Oh my god, that was so awkward.

I laid there, heart hammering against my ribs, waiting for my soul to return to my body, when my phone vibrated against the sheets.

Wait... he is texting?

Hj: Lix. "Goodnight"?
Hj: Why?
Hj: Hello?

Oh gosh. I grabbed the phone again, staring at the messages. My hands shook slightly as I typed back.

Flx: Hey...
Flx: I just said goodnight. That's all.

I watched the screen indicate he was typing. Then it stopped. Then started again. Finally, his reply popped up.

Hj: Okay then. Goodnight.

Goodnight?

I read the two words over and over. I might have been overreacting, but hearing him say it... he hadn't said goodnight to me in years. It felt like a piece of our past had just fallen right back into my hands.

Nostalgia washed over me as I clicked on his profile, and then onto his photos. I told myself I was just curious, but deep down I knew I was stalking. I swiped through the images one by one, and my breath hitched in my throat.

God damn it.

He looked like a Greek god carved perfectly from marble. Over the years, he hadn't just grown up; he had transformed. He looked taller, his features sharper and more defined, his style refined. He looked breathtaking.

I wonder how he is now. I wonder who he is now.

The ache in my chest deepened. I miss him. The realization hit me harder than ever. Even after all this time, I hadn't truly moved on. My friends tried their best, setting me up on blind dates, pushing me to meet new people, but I never found interest in any of them. No one ever felt right.

Hyunjin was different. He was unlike anyone I had ever met. And as I lay there in the dark, staring at his face on my screen, I realized that a part of me was still waiting for the boy who moved away and took my heart along with him. But my brain says *you hate him!* while my heart says *you still love him lix.*.