[2:25 AM]

[2:25 AM]

The fresh bedsheets are cold but your skin is burning hot, cheeks flushed and tear stained. Normally, this would be a happy ending. The night would stop here, the day would come, you would go and Minho would pretend it didn't happen until the next time it did.

That was okay with you, it made things easier. You didn't want him to act any different for your sake; both of you agreed to this arrangement, and there were clear rules set out in bold text, underlined in red.

There were lines there so you would not cross them, and yet here you are. In his bed, staring up at the ceiling with an ache in your chest from your heavy heart, weighed down with unwanted thoughts and feelings.

His soft snoring echoes throughout the otherwise silent room, and it makes the walls seem taller and the distance between your bodies that much larger. It makes you feel vunerable. It makes you feel weak.

How could you have let it get to this point? You knew before you went into this that it could never go too far. The deal was there would be no strings attached, and you could leave whenever you felt like it.

Except you couldn't. You wanted to leave, wanted to tell him this deal wasn't working and you needed more, you needed him. You wanted nothing more than to be spending these nights cuddling instead of drowning your stupid feelings in a couple shots of whatever cheap liquor was in your glass and pretending you were only in love with his body.

More tears fall, dripping against his pillowcase.

You wish your feelings would do the same, just drip away until there's nothing left, but instead your mind feels full to the brim with 'what if's that you know are all painfully pointless. He doesn't feel the same. He doesn't care, he'll never care, it doesn't even matter...but what if-

"Y/N?" Minho's sleepy voice breaks you out of your thoughts, an arm reaching blindly towards your curled up figure to pull you against him. "Why are you still awake?"

You don't trust your voice enough to give a proper response right now, so you simply hum and let him hold you like it means anything to him.

He doesn't seem to mind, though, drifting off to sleep again minutes later.

His arms are wrapped around you and his body is so warm, but you've never felt colder in your life.

👁️   👁️

“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

[pouty noises]

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[6:43 PM]

"hey, lix?" you call out softly, the boy in question humming and turning to you. the warm light of sunset rays paints his skin gold, and his eyes are even warmer as he gazes at you.

"have you ever seen that thing where people say beauty marks are from your soulmate kissing you in your past life?" he shakes his head and lifts an eyebrow as if encouraging you to continue.

"well," you smile, wiggling a little closer to where he sits on your shared bed. "that's a theory that some people have. so I saw it recently, and I was thinking about where my soulmate would have kissed me."

he opens his arms to you, asking silently for cuddles and who are you to say no to your precious fairy boyfriend?

you climb onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. he buries his face in your shoulder and you can feel his giggles vibrating in his chest as he tightens his hold. something about felix just feels so right to you -- that's the only way you can explain it. he feels like home, like happiness and sunshine and everything good and bright in the world bundled up inside one sweet boy.

he feels like the word 'love'.

he feels like your soulmate.

"then, I realised something," you continue and he moves back to look at you. "doesn't that mean your freckles are from soulmate kisses too?"

he laughs out loud at that, a shy giggle before he hides his face against you once again. you can see the tips of his ears turning a soft shade of red.

"it's true! isn't that so cute?" you lean back so he can no longer hide. "well, I love you and I wanna make sure you keep those freckles in our next lives!"

that's the only warning he gets before you're diving in to kiss all over his cheeks and nose. he hardly fights back, just laughs and laughs and tries to kiss you too, waiting patiently until you're done before he wraps you up in a hug and you crash together against the mattress.

you're still laughing when he looks at you and smiles once more. he kisses you again.

"thank you for that. I love you too, my soulmate."