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24 to 25 ♡
“Felix one-shot”
Pairing: Lee Felix x female reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: no warning, it's a fluff
Word count: 1 K
A/N: I decided to write a fluff because of this song, this song is really close to me, I tried to write a cute and fluffy imagine, and Felix is a fluff since the beginning, hopefully, I did well in writing this imagine. happy reading~
Everything was so silent, only the slow music playing which is giving me the company to make the batter for cookies, I am sure she would love the cookies I will bake. I poured sift flour into the bowl, and somehow the flour got on my face, I wiped it off and started mixing the batter. After mixing sift flour, cake mix, salt, and baking soda together I let them set aside.
Using a hand mixer, I beat the softened butter and both sugars together on medium speed until creamy and smooth, about 1 minute. I added egg and mix on high until combined about for one minute. I scrape down the sides and bottom of the bowl as needed. I added the vanilla and beat it on high until combined, then I added the flour mixture to the wet ingredients and mix on low-medium speed until just combined. Since I wanted to make chocolate chip cookies, I added chocolate chips and sprinkles. I mixed it on low until the add-ins are evenly combined. I covered tightly with plastic wrap and refrigerated the dough for at least 2 hours. I set a timer and took off the apron.
I looked outside the window, it was snowing; I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve already. I went to the living room and took out the mistletoe, it looked pretty. She would love it if she looks at it, I went outside to hang it on the door so that before entering she can see the mistletoe. The snow looked so pretty, today. Just a perfect white Christmas eve and Christmas, as snow piles up on the ground; I get more nervous.
I decorated the living room, to give Christmas comfort, I kept the snowball showpiece on the table. I arranged the living room with flowers, scented candles, festive ribbons, Christmas swags. I started decorating the Christmas tree with Christmas ornaments and holiday roping to make the Christmas tree look beautiful.
I was thinking about her and decorating, I didn’t notice the soft cozy songs changed to beautiful carols. The moment I realized I was smiling wide, my phone rang; the caller id showed a heart and our picture, I accepted the call.
“Lix, I’ll be there soon is it okay?”
“Sure, love take your time”
“I love you”
“I love you too” I smiled and hung up the call.
I heard my timer and went to take out the mix, I didn’t realize how did 2 hours pass so fast, I had no idea. I roll the cookie dough and went to preheat the oven to 350° C. I line two large cookie sheets with silicone baking mats; and shaped the cookie dough balls. They looked cute, I kept the cookies inside, and set the timer for 15 minutes. They would be perfect as soon as I kept inside, I heard the bell ring, I just knew who was it, I went to open the door.
There she was standing, wearing a white turtleneck, red trench coat and white woollen scarf, with white gloves and a gift in her hand.
‘as expected, the snowstorm hit.
I’ll brush away all of your piled fatigues days now
Lean on me today
In my warm arms, take a break’
Before I could speak, she pulled my hand brought me outside, snow was falling softly. She was smiling under the snow, she looked very pretty. “It’s so pretty Lix” her smile is precious, it means a lot to me, more than anything else.
“it’s cold outside, come to me Dahlia”
“a bit more please Lix”
“Dahlia…” I called out her name and ran my fingers through her bangs, she pouted cutely.
“Now let’s go inside, it’s cold outside” she nodded and we went near the door,
‘I wish she would see the mistletoe, its specially for her, I want her to see and smile at me’
“Lix…” I turned around when I heard my name, “over our head, there shines a mistletoe and it’s so beautiful. Thank you so much for hanging it here, you know how much I love mistletoes” she was smiling and without thinking twice I kissed her sweetly on her lips. She was surprised by the kiss.
“Now let’s go inside”
Once we entered, a sweet-scented atmosphere welcomed us, I’ll keep today’s memory with me. I went to check the cookies and she came after me, I took the cookies out, it was already 15 minutes, they look cute. The moment I took them out, I heard Dahlia’s squeal. I smiled at her, “Dahlia bring those sprinkles and choco chips, let’s add more when it’s warm.” She nodded and brought them, “Do it” she was so happy and she did it.
I was looking at her, resting my face on my palm, she looked so adorable, I couldn’t describe how much I love her. She’s just like a flower in my life, who brought a smile to my face, just like her name, she is Dahlia.
“I am done, see Lix” I nodded at her words.
“Also, I brought something for you, come with me” she took my hands and we went to the living room.
She gave me a gift box, “This is for you love” she pecked my lips.
“You know, love, this moment is the gift that I wanted
24 to 25 bae, just stay with me.”
We were standing near the Christmas Tree, I kissed her forehead and told her “Stay for Christmas, on this cozy night. Just stay with me in this special moment. With you, on December 25; it’s a precious moment. You’re my carol, love. I want you to stay for Christmas.”
She looked up to me, she tiptoed and kissed me. I pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. We shared our warmth and kiss under the mistletoe and decided to stay together from 24 to 25.
“I love you, Felix”
“I love You Dahlia”
And I kissed her again.
a/n: quick little sick!felix drabble i wrote in five minutes and did not proofread giggles
“lix, go home.” chan’s voice breaks through the fog in felix’s mind, startling him from his slumped position against the mirror in the dance studio.
he just grunts in response, relaxing against the cool floor again. he blinks bleary eyes up at chan when he moves over to nudge a toe against his leg, attempting at a glare but just looking tired and dreary instead. he coughs gently into his elbow, wincing at the spike of pain it sends through his chest, and sighs as he deflates into a lump.
“i’m calling y/n,” chan says, getting an approving nod from minho. felix was never the type to put his burdens on others, hence why he was suffering through practice instead of relaxing while he was sick. you’re the only one that can usually get through to him, since pleasing you ends up overriding any other plans that he has.
“hi, honey,” your voice is pressed against his ear suddenly, making him jump again. “i’m coming to get you okay? and then i’m going to feed you some soup and we’re going to lay down and cuddle a bit. sound good?”
“mm, yeah,” he says, voice slurring a bit. “sounds good, baby.”
you hear a of course he agrees first try with y/n from one of the boys, but you roll your eyes fondly. felix always caves to your will, he can’t resist you.
it takes you about an hour to make your way to the studio and back with him, half of which was spent convincing him that he didn’t need to be at practice and that yes, hyunjin would teach him what he missed when he was better and no, chan would not be upset with him leaving considering he was the one who told him to leave in the first place. he’s shivering in the passenger seat of your car and you turn up the heat just for him, even though it was making you sweat a bit. you’re just as sensitive to his needs as he is for yours, even if you’re not as vocal about it.
you sit him down on the couch as soon as you walk through the doors, tutting at him when he tries to get up to take a shower. he barely danced at practice and the sweat lining his brow is from his fever, not exertion. it takes three times of you cooing at him that it will just come back right after for him to finally settle down into the cushions with a tired sigh.
he eats the soup you heat up for him without fanfare, thankfully; you didn’t know if you could handle toddler-lix refusing to sip the salty broth today. the cold medicine was a bit trickier, he pouts and refuses to open his lips, but your offer to reward him with a kiss if he took it all worked like a charm.
he immediately snuggles into your side when you sit next to him, offering drowsy commentary as you decide what to put on to watch. his arm loops around yours, fingers wrapped around your forearm lightly like he’s trying to prevent you from escaping his space. by the time you decide on an old anime you found on netflix, he’s dozing off into your shoulder, small snores escaping him in between little unconscious sniffles. he nuzzles into your shoulder when you move and he snuggles farther into you - the heat from his fever riddled body is better than any blanket you could drape across yourself.
soft hours
Unseen Barriers
Felix x reader!! felix x fem reader!! skz yongbok x reader!! word count: 5.5k
a stray kids fic wherein You have feelings for Felix. But Felix, despite being aware, remains determined not to reciprocate for a reason.
(or a forbidden love between you and felix)
an: i know i promised for part 2 of some of my works. but then i posted another fic again, i just cant help it as i read it in my drafts. please i love this soo damn much. so please love this also as much as i love it.)
It was Valentine’s Day, and Felix sighed as he stared at his locker overflowing with flowers, letters, and chocolates. He knelt down to pick up the ones that had fallen, his expression void of any excitement. It wasn’t that he was boastful about receiving so many presents—far from it. The weight of unreciprocated affection made him sigh again, knowing that he couldn’t return the feelings that so many people had for him.
As he organized his things, a girl shyly approached, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear when Felix’s indifferent gaze fell on her.
“Uh, Felix…” she began, her voice wavering, “I accidentally bought two tickets for the movie tonight, and I don’t have anyone to give the extra to. Do you want to come with me?”
“That’s nice of you, but I’m sorry. I have something to do tonight.” His tone was polite but detached, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation.
“Oh… okay.” The disappointment in her voice was unmistakable. “But, um, could you at least take this cookie? I baked it with love.”
Felix’s eyes flicked to the cookie, then back to her. “You should share it with your friends,” he replied flatly, his gaze briefly shifting to the group of girls peeking from behind a nearby wall. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving the girl to stand there, clutching her cookie with a crestfallen expression.
Felix didn’t like taking advantage of those who liked him. It was better to let them down early than to let their hopes build up, even if it meant being distant. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets as he headed back to his classroom, his mind already shifting to the next task when a sudden shout echoed down the hallway.
“Oh my god, she’s here!”
Felix glanced up briefly, noticing the shift in the hallway’s atmosphere as all eyes turned to you. He merely shrugged, relieved that, for once, the attention was no longer on him. He slipped away quietly, grateful for the distraction.
Back in the classroom, Felix focused on writing down everything the professor said, his concentration broken only when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, noting the sender's name—“Little Boss”—and dismissed it, returning to his notes. But when the phone buzzed again with another message, he reluctantly read it:
Come to the garden. I have something to give you. -
He ignored it, but when his phone rang for the third time, Felix sighed, realizing it wouldn’t stop until he responded. He excused himself from the classroom, and the professor nodded without hesitation. Felix was known as a diligent student, a model for others, so his rare requests to leave class were never questioned.
“What do you want?” Felix’s voice was colder than the crisp air of the garden as he found you admiring the roses.
“You’re late,” you noted, turning to face him with a gentle smile.
“Because I knew this wasn’t important.” His words were like ice, cutting through the warmth of your gesture.
Your smile faltered, but you quickly pushed the hurt aside, stepping closer to him. You thrust a paper bag into his hands, forcing him to take it.
“This is expensive,” Felix remarked, his tone more of an accusation than gratitude.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t steal money from my dad again. I worked hard to buy it, so just take it.”
Felix sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He knew arguing with you was pointless. You were stubborn, and no matter what he said, you’d do things your way.
“You should go back to class,” he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He turned to leave, eager to put this interaction behind him, but you stopped him with a soft, “Wait.”
He paused, but the impatience was clear in his eyes as he turned back to you.
Gently, you plucked a rose from the bush, you were the one who planted it there, and slipped it into the pocket of his uniform jacket, your fingers brushing against the fabric. “Now you can go,” you said with a small smile, as if the gesture could melt the wall he had built between you.
Felix’s expression remained unreadable as he walked back to his locker, the paper bag hanging loosely from his hand. He opened the locker and stared at the box someone had placed near it—a gift from a janitor who had grown tired of cleaning up the endless cascade of letters and chocolates.
Felix opened the paper bag you gave. Inside was an expensive pair of shoes, the exact ones he had been eyeing but couldn’t afford. His chest tightened with a mix of emotions he didn’t want to acknowledge. This was too much. He couldn’t accept something like this, not from you.
He quickly gathered the rest of the gifts from his locker, piling them into the box. But when he glanced at the paper bag and the rose you had given him, Felix hesitated. He placed the items carefully inside his locker, closing the door with a soft click.
-
It was time to head home. Felix slung his bag over his left shoulder, letting it hang casually as he walked towards the school gate with both hands buried deep in his pockets. He paused near the entrance, his eyes following you as you got into a car. Once you were out of sight, he continued his walk to the bus stop, the familiar route offering little solace.
As he waited for the bus, he found himself absentmindedly staring out into the distance, lost in thought. The bus arrived, and Felix took his usual seat near the window, watching the city blur by as he made his way to your address.
Arriving at your family’s mansion, Felix smiled at the guard stationed at the entrance, offering a polite greeting before stepping inside the expansive grounds. The pathway to the mansion was lined with lush greenery, the carefully tended plants and flowers giving the place an almost paradisiacal feel. He nodded in acknowledgment to the gardener trimming the trees and his wife sweeping up the fallen leaves, their warm smiles a welcome and Felix smiled like a sunshine he was.
The mansion loomed in the distance, its grandeur almost oppressive. Despite its size, it felt empty to Felix—a hollow shell filled with wealth but devoid of warmth.
Felix didn’t head toward the main house, though. Instead, he walked to the smaller house near the garden, where he and his mother lived. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the comforting scent of home.
"My son is here," his mother said with a bright smile, wrapping him in a tight hug. Felix held her close, his heart swelling with the comfort of being home. He pulled out a bouquet of flowers hidden under table near them, carefully arranged with blooms he had picked from the garden the day before.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
His mother’s eyes welled up with tears as she accepted the bouquet, her voice thick with emotion. “Aw, thank you, my son. I love you so much.”
Felix felt a warmth spread through him as he hugged her again, this time even tighter. He knew how much his mother had sacrificed, and he was determined to give her the world one day.
His mother had been working as a cleaner for your family since Felix was seven, a job she had taken after his father’s business went bankrupt. When his father ran from their responsibilities, leaving them in financial ruin, Felix’s mother sold everything they owned to pay off the debts. The job with your family had been a lifeline, allowing them to survive.
Felix had grown up in your mansion, helping out where he could, especially in the kitchen, where his knack for cooking quickly became apparent. It was during those moments in the kitchen that you first noticed him. He was just a boy back then, but something about his quiet determination and gentle kindness drew you in.
At first, you and Felix became close because you were the same age and both felt lonely in the huge, empty mansion. The house, no matter how grand, felt cold and quiet when your parents were away on business trips, which happened a lot. Felix, who worked at the mansion and lived in a small house on the property with his mother, was a comforting presence. He kept you company, told you stories, and filled the silence with laughter. You spent hours together, finding comfort in each other's company.
But when your mother found out about your friendship with Felix, she was furious. She had always been strict and powerful, and her anger seemed to grow even worse. One evening, she barged into your room, her face full of rage.
“How dare you?” she yelled. “How dare you spend time with someone like him?”
Felix, who had always been kind and respectful, suddenly became the target of her wrath. She saw him as a threat to her carefully managed image and status. To her, Felix was just a poor worker who didn’t belong in her world.
“You will never see him again,” she said, her voice cold. “If you keep this up, I’ll have him kicked out of school and make sure he pays for it.”
Her threats were harsh. She made it clear that if Felix stayed in your life, she would use her influence to ruin him. She promised to take away his scholarship, get him removed from the mansion, and make sure his family suffered. Her power was strong, and the fear she created was real.
Felix, struggling to make ends meet, knew how serious the situation was. He realized that being friends with someone like you, someone from a different world, was too risky. The gap between your lives was too big, and the consequences of defying your mother were too severe. He understood that her threats were real and could destroy not only his future but also his family’s well-being.
Felix saw that you had feelings for him, and even though you were willing to risk everything, he knew it was a fight he couldn’t win. Despite your determination to stand up for him, Felix knew he had to protect you from the fallout. He tried to explain that your worlds were too different and that staying friends was not possible. His words were harsh, and he acted cold, but it was all to keep you from getting hurt.
You didn’t want to listen to his warnings. You were determined to fight for him, believing that love could overcome anything. But Felix, knowing the real dangers and the threats hanging over both of you, stayed firm. He pushed you away to keep you safe, even if it meant hurting you.
The mansion, once warm with your friendship, became a place of silence and sadness. Felix’s absence left a big gap, a constant reminder of how love alone couldn’t overcome the differences between your worlds. The friendship you had was broken by the harsh realities of power and social class, leaving you with the painful lesson that sometimes, beautiful things are destroyed by forces beyond your control. You were both only ten years old at the time.
Now, seven years later, you stood at your bedroom window, watching Felix as he trimmed the plants in your garden. He was still the same Felix—kind-hearted and hardworking—but there was a distance between you now, a coldness that hadn’t been there before. It hurt more than you wanted to admit.
Felix sensed your presence but didn’t look up. He focused on his work, pretending not to notice you watching him.
“Felix!” you finally called out after watching him in silence for nearly twenty minutes.
He lifted his head and met your gaze, his expression unreadable.
You waved at him, trying to break the ice. “Can I come down there?”
Felix shook his head without hesitation, his face remaining neutral.
Your shoulders slumped in disappointment, but you managed to muster a small smile. “Okay… maybe next time,” you said softly, almost to yourself.
In the past, you might have ignored his refusal and come down anyway, defying the unspoken barriers between you. But today, something held you back. Perhaps it was the realization that no matter how much you loved him, Felix wasn’t going to reciprocate those feelings. Not now, not ever.
-
"Happy birthday to you!"
The cheerful voices of the workers in your mansion filled the room, their smiles bright as they sang the birthday song for Felix. The cook proudly held up the cake he had baked, and Felix's mother carefully lit the candles, her face glowing with love and pride.
Felix had just arrived home from school, tired but content, when he flicked on the light and was greeted with the surprise. His eyes widened in shock, a smile breaking out across his face as he took in the sight of everyone gathered just for him. The warmth of their affection wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.
After they finished singing, Felix went around hugging everyone, gratitude bubbling up inside him. These people had become his family, and he cherished each one of them.
"Now, make a wish," someone called out playfully.
Felix, though not one to believe in wishes, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. He made a silent prayer, then blew out the candles in one smooth breath.
"What did you wish for?" his mother asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Mom, if I tell you, it won’t come true," Felix chuckled, pulling her into a tight hug.
Dinner was a simple affair, but the laughter and camaraderie around the table made it feel like a feast fit for royalty. The night was filled with stories, jokes, and the clinking of glasses as they celebrated not just Felix's birthday, but the bond they all shared.
As the night wore on, the celebration wound down, and Felix found himself outside, gazing up at the stars. The sky was clear, the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across a velvet blanket. His mother had already gone to bed, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the peaceful sounds of the night.
Felix closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the tranquility wash over him. Life was beautiful in its own way, but his dreams were bigger than this small world he lived in. He longed for more, to reach heights that seemed distant but not impossible.
His gaze drifted to the window of your room, noticing that the lights were off. He glanced at his phone; there were just ten minutes left of his birthday. A small pang of disappointment tugged at his heart.
Why hadn’t you greeted him?
He looked at your window again, feeling a twinge of regret. "Maybe I was too hard on her," he mumbled to himself, a sigh escaping his lips. Just as he was about to turn away and head to bed, a soft glow illuminated your window. His heart skipped a beat as you opened it, and your eyes met his across the distance.
You smiled at him, a gentle, sincere smile that made Felix’s chest tighten with an unfamiliar emotion. He couldn’t help but smile back, the corners of his mouth lifting as if on their own accord.
You pulled out your phone, and a moment later, Felix's phone rang. He answered it, holding it to his ear as he continued to watch you.
"Happy birthday," you said softly, your voice carrying a warmth that reached him even through the distance.
Felix didn’t respond right away, just listening to the sound of your voice, letting it wrap around him like a warm blanket on a cold night.
"I wanted to be special," you continued, your voice tinged with a shy sweetness. "I hope I was the last one to greet you."
Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You both simply looked at each other, words unnecessary in that moment.
"Thank you," Felix finally whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Goodnight," you said after another long pause, your voice as gentle as the night breeze. You smiled at him one last time before ending the call and closing your window.
Felix stood there for a moment, his phone still pressed to his ear even after the call ended. A soft smile played on his lips as he looked up at your now-dark window.
The truth was, he had been waiting for you too.
-
The next day at school, Felix was walking through the hallway when one of the teachers stopped him. “Felix, could you do me a favor?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Ms. Kim is out sick today, and we need someone to supervise the class. Could you assist?”
Felix, always willing to help, nodded. “Of course, I’ll take care of it.”
He made his way to your classroom, his expression neutral as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room went silent as the students noticed him, some whispering to each other in surprise. Felix was well-known around school—an achiever, a leader, someone everyone looked up to.
You, sitting near the window, couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat when you saw him. You’d been staring out at the clouds, daydreaming, when his presence snapped you back to reality. Felix walked to the teacher’s desk, setting his bag down, and then addressed the class.
“Ms. Kim isn’t here today, so I’ll be supervising,” he said in his usual calm and composed tone. “She left some seatwork for you to complete. I’ll distribute it now.”
As he handed out the worksheets, Felix moved methodically through the rows, his attention focused on the task. When he reached your desk, you looked up at him, hoping for a moment of eye contact, but he never glanced your way. He simply placed the paper in front of you and continued on.
You sighed softly, feeling a mix of admiration and disappointment. Felix was always like this—distant, almost as if there was an invisible wall between the two of you that you couldn’t break through. As the rest of the class began working on the assignment, you stared at the paper in front of you, your mind suddenly blank. The questions seemed more difficult than you expected, and you realized with a sinking feeling that you hadn’t studied enough.
Felix had settled at the teacher’s desk, a book in hand, his attention seemingly absorbed in its pages. You felt nervous, knowing he was just a few feet away. His presence, while usually comforting, now only added to your anxiety.
You began to scratch your head, frowning as you tried to make sense of the first question. Your seatmate, Seungmin, noticed your struggle and leaned over slightly. “Need some help?” he whispered, a friendly smile on his face.
You looked at him, relief washing over you, and were about to nod when Felix’s voice cut through the room.
“Everyone,” Felix announced without looking up from his book, “no talking during the seatwork. And no sharing answers.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.
You froze, your heart pounding. Seungmin quickly turned back to his own paper, and you were left to face the assignment on your own. The nerves made it even harder to focus, and you found yourself barely able to complete more than half of the questions.
When the time came to pass in the papers, your classmates rushed to the front, eager to hand theirs directly to Felix. The girls, in particular, took the opportunity to chat with him, their voices laced with admiration and interest. You watched from your seat, feeling a pang of envy but also a sense of reluctance. You didn’t want to hand in your half-completed work, knowing it would only disappoint him.
As the last few students left the classroom, you remained seated, nervously tapping your pencil against the desk. Felix was now alone at the teacher’s desk, organizing the papers with his usual efficiency. Finally, mustering up the courage, you stood and walked over to him, clutching your paper tightly in your hands.
“Felix…,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. He looked up from the papers, his expression unreadable. “Is it okay if I… maybe, pass this as an assignment? I… I ran out of time.”
He glanced at the paper you were holding, then back at you. There was a long pause, and for a moment, you thought he might agree. But then he shook his head. “No. You need to submit it now.”
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze, even though his tone was still calm, almost indifferent. Reluctantly, you handed over your paper, unable to meet his eyes. Felix took it without a word, his expression unchanging as he glanced over your answers. He didn’t say anything—no criticism, no encouragement. Just silence.
You bowed your head, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you waited for him to say something, anything. But Felix simply added your paper to the pile and looked back up at you. “Goodbye,” he said, his tone as cool as ever, before turning away and leaving the classroom with the stack of papers in his hands.
You stood there for a moment, feeling ashamed and a bit defeated. You knew you hadn’t done well, and the thought of Felix seeing your poor performance made you feel even worse. With a heavy sigh, you returned to your seat, packing up your things slowly, trying to shake off the lingering embarrassment.
What you didn’t know was that after leaving the classroom, Felix found a quiet spot in the school office. As he flipped through the stack of papers, he came across yours. Without hesitation, he pulled out a pen and began filling in the answers you hadn’t been able to complete, his expression softening slightly. He made sure the work was correct before carefully placing your paper in the middle of the stack, ensuring it wouldn’t stand out.
-
"Congratulations, Felix! You've been accepted to your dream university with a full scholarship! Your dreams are finally coming true!"
The principal’s voice rang out, followed by a wave of applause from the entire faculty gathered in the office. Felix stood there, slightly overwhelmed, as everyone around him clapped and congratulated him.
The smiles on their faces weren’t just for show; they were genuinely proud of him. They had seen firsthand what Felix had gone through at such a young age, how he had fought hard against the odds, and how he had slowly but surely been achieving his dreams. Seeing him take this monumental step forward was a moment of pride for everyone who had supported him along the way.
Felix felt a warm flush of happiness spread through him. He took a moment to thank each teacher, each mentor, each person who had been a part of his journey. Their words of encouragement and pride felt like a soothing balm to the years of hard work and struggle he had endured. This acceptance into his dream university was more than just a milestone; it was the culmination of every sacrifice, every late-night study session, and every ounce of determination he had poured into his education.
When he finally got home, Felix couldn’t contain his excitement. He rushed inside, barely pausing to kick off his shoes, and found his mother in the kitchen. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him.
“Mom!” Felix called out, his voice bubbling with joy. “I got in! They accepted me with a full scholarship!”
His mother turned to him, and the pride in her eyes made Felix’s heart swell even more. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she rushed forward to embrace him. They held each other tightly, the joy and relief washing over them in waves.
“I’m so proud of you, Felix,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Tears slipped down Felix’s cheeks too, and he didn’t bother wiping them away.
"Mom, we’re almost there," he murmured into her shoulder. "I’ll become a doctor, and then we can finally live happily. I’ll buy you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
His mother pulled back slightly to look at him, her smile radiant through her tears. “I don’t need anything, my son. You’re all I’ve ever need. I’m so happy for you, and I’m so proud of you.”
She kissed his cheek, her lips soft and warm against his skin. Then, with a tenderness that made Felix’s chest ache, she said, “You’ll be living far away now. So you must take care of yourself, alright? Promise me that.”
Felix nodded, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. He wrapped his arms around his mother again, holding her as if he could imprint this moment into his memory forever. The happiness he felt was indescribable, a mixture of relief, accomplishment, and love.
But as he held his mother, another thought crept into his mind, unbidden and persistent.
How about you?
The question lingered in the back of his mind, casting a small shadow over his joy. Felix pushed the thought away, not wanting to dampen this moment, but it stayed with him, a quiet reminder of something unresolved.
-
Days had passed, and now it was your 18th birthday—a milestone you had been looking forward to, with a grand celebration planned in the garden. From early in the morning, the entire estate buzzed with activity. Workers moved with purpose, setting up decorations, arranging tables, and ensuring that everything was perfect. Despite your parents hiring the most famous event organizer and the best chefs, Felix was among those helping to prepare. He worked tirelessly, assisting wherever he was needed, and when the night came, he was assigned to be a server at the event.
As the evening descended, the party commenced. The garden was adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant flowers, a scene straight out of a fairy tale. Felix moved through the crowd, his expression focused as he carried trays and attended to guests. But amidst the elegant decorations and the mingling of your guests, you were nowhere to be seen. Everyone waited in anticipation for your entrance.
Then, the host's voice boomed over the speakers, announcing your arrival.
Every spotlight in the garden shifted, illuminating the grand doors that led from the house. And there you were, stepping into the light like a vision.
Felix froze in place, his breath catching as his eyes locked onto you.
You were a vision in your debut gown, an opulent violet off-the-shoulder ball gown that shimmered under the lights. The voluminous skirt cascaded like a waterfall, reminiscent of the one Belle wore, but yours was a deep, rich violet—a color that only served to enhance your beauty. You looked like a princess, ethereal and untouchable.
As you walked down the carpet, Felix couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were on one end, and he stood at the other, watching as you approached. When your gaze met his, you smiled— a smile so radiant it made Felix’s heart stumble in his chest.
For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. The noise of the party, the clinking of glasses, and the murmurs of conversation all faded away. It was just you and him, two souls drawn together in a moment of pure, unspoken connection. Felix, who had never believed in fantasies or romances, found himself ensnared by the magic of this moment. You were walking towards him, and he stood there, lost in you, until you passed by him, breaking the spell.
Felix blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts as you climbed up onto the platform, where the crowd erupted into applause. He realized he had been standing there, staring, completely forgetting his duties.
“Uh, my champagne, please,” a voice beside him interrupted.
Felix snapped back to reality, scolding himself for losing focus. The rest of the evening, he kept his head down, avoiding looking at you, determined to do his job without further distraction.
As the night wore on, the party slowly drew to a close. It had been the best birthday you could have asked for, filled with laughter, music, and joy. But as you bathed and changed into more comfortable clothes, a feeling of incompleteness settled in your heart. The party had been perfect, but something was missing.
You stood by your window, gazing out at the now-quiet garden. The clock showed it was almost midnight. Felix had wished you a happy birthday earlier, but it had been through a simple text, and somehow, that didn’t feel special enough.
Quietly, you left your room, careful not to wake your parents, and slipped out of the house. The garden, which had been full of life earlier, was now still, the remnants of the celebration tidily cleared away. You made your way through the bushes until you stood before the small house you often visited.
Lifting your hand to knock on the door, you were suddenly pulled back. Startled, you turned to see Felix standing there, his grip firm but gentle on your arm.
Without a word, he led you away from the house. You followed him, trusting him implicitly, until you both reached the fountain. The sound of the water bubbling softly in the night added to the sense of intimacy that surrounded you both.
Felix stopped and turned to face you. Even after a long day of hard work, he looked as handsome as ever, and your heart ached with the depth of your feelings for him. You held his gaze, waiting, hoping, not daring to look away for fear that he might disappear again, as he often did.
He sighed, his breath mingling with the cool night air, and reached into his pocket. Your eyes followed his movements as he pulled out a small velvety box. Extending it toward you, he met your gaze once more.
"Happy birthday," he said, his voice low and steady.
You looked up at him, your heart fluttering. You had heard those words countless times today, but coming from him, they felt different—more special, more meaningful.
He opened the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a rose pendant nestled inside. The simplicity and beauty of it took your breath away.
"It’s not as expensive as what you’re used to, but I hope—"
"It’s beautiful!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine delight. It was the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen.
Felix smiled, a small but sincere curve of his lips that made your heart race.
"Can you put it on me?" you asked, your voice soft with anticipation.
Felix hesitated, his eyes widening slightly before he nodded. You gathered your hair in your hands, lifting it to expose your neck, and Felix stepped closer. The proximity made your heart pound in your chest. You could feel the warmth of his breath near your ear as he carefully fastened the necklace around your neck. Every second stretched, and you found yourself wishing you could stay like this, wrapped in his presence.
But all too soon, Felix stepped back, breaking the spell once more. You almost shivered from the loss of his warmth, but his words brought comfort.
“It’s beautiful on you,” he said, his voice soft as he admired the necklace resting against your skin.
You held the pendant between your fingers, feeling the warmth of his sincerity. “Thank you so much, Felix,” you said, your voice full of emotion. “You made my day complete.”
In that moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of your feelings, you stepped closer to him and leaned in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was soft, tentative, but it held all the emotions you had been carrying for so long. It felt magical, a perfect expression of the love you had kept hidden in your heart.
A lone tear escaped your eye as you pulled away, the realization of how deeply you loved him settling in. It was a love that hurt, a love that felt too big to contain.
But as you started to turn away, Felix caught your wrist, pulling you back to him. Before you could react, he kissed you.
It was different this time. His lips moved against yours with a steadiness that took your breath away. When you finally registered what was happening, you wrapped your arms around his neck, responding with all the love you had stored in your heart.
Felix had always been a part of your world, a constant presence in the background of your life. But now, standing here with him, you realized that love wasn’t always easy. Loving him had been hard, full of obstacles and unspoken words, but for Felix, this moment was a revelation.
He realized he had been too much of a coward, hiding behind his own fears and uncertainties. But as he kissed you, he knew that hiding was no longer an option. This was the moment where everything became clear.
As you both held onto each other in the quiet of the night, you understood that love was worth the risk.
Stray Kids when you fall asleep on them:
Bang Chan:
It'll take some time for this oblivious cutie to notice that you dozed off while quietly playing 'Candy Crush' on your phone beside him. You initially came to give your boyfriend some moral support, knowing how hard it is to work on song writing so late at night. But apparently, it was hard for you too, and your boyfriend can't help but laugh with surprise when he hears a soft snore from under him, looking down to meet your peacefully sleeping face, your eyelashes fluttering over your high cheekbones and your pink lips parted slightly as you let out small puffs of warm air. Chris will have a mental breakdown, seeing you with your head on his shoulder, looking so soft and baby-like. He'll resist the urge to scream and jump around, not wanting to wake you up, but he can't keep the smile off his face as he continues to work, looking down every few seconds to stare at you again fondly and make sure you're comfortable, whispering to himself 'how adorable' every now and then. He'll try to finish whatever work he has left as quickly as possible, wanting to take you back home where you can finally sleep like you deserve, but he can't deny that your presence beside him calms him down, making the late-night job seem much more appealing.
"Aww, she fell asleep, how adorable I-"
Lee Know:
It was really late at night when you came to visit your boyfriend at the practice room, so you were already stifling yawns behind your hand by the time Minho finished going through the first choreography. The second your boyfriend takes a break, falling against the squeaky clean mirrors covering the walls tiredly, you're scooching closer to him, leaning your head against his bare, sweaty shoulder carelessly as you let your eyes shut slowly, while Minho scrolls through his phone, looking for a second song to practice. When you shift against him slightly, he turns down to look towards you, ready to throw a snarky comment, only to smile fondly when he is met with the sight of your closed eyes, and steadily moving chest. Minho will shake his head with amusement, mumbling to himself about how he knew this will happen and scolding your sleeping figure, but he doesn't deny that he likes the feeling of you against him, even if his whole body is sore and hot from dancing. He'll snap a few selfies of you for blackmail later on, because he can't be too sweet lmao, and then just spend a few more minutes admiring your calm, almost childish features. Sighing to himself as he stares at the watch against the wall of the practice room, Minho understands he needs to get back to work if he wants to finish before midnight, and he picks you up bridal style, shushing you gently when you stir in his arms, before placing you on the leather sofa at the edge of the room, making sure you can't fall off before going back to practice, thoughts of you filling his mind and giving him new energy.
"Aish, I knew this would happen. This sleepyhead, seriously."
Changbin:
Changbin will low-key be shocked when he asks you a question and you don't answer, only to look down and realize you were sleeping soundly, head on his chest and arms curled tightly around his torso. The two of you were watching a movie that you've been wanting to see for a while, but you got drowsy sooner than expected due to the darkness and your boyfriend's body heat warming you up. Changbin will feel his cheeks heat up when he sees how peacefully you're resting against him, as if you feel utterly protected and cared for in his strong hold, and he'll smile to himself shyly, leaning down to give you a light kiss on your nose, being careful not to wake you up. After that he'll forget the movie completely, instead choosing to lean his head on top of yours carefully, letting his own eyes close as he wraps the thin blanket tighter around the two of you. He'll want to move to the bed, knowing that this position can't possibly be good for your backs, but his heart won't let him wake you up just yet, instead promising to himself that he'll just take a five minute nap. Of course, the two of you wake up the next morning with aching limbs and stiff muscles, but seeing your blushing cheeks and content smile, Changbin can't really get himself to regret anything.
"I shouldn't sleep here... I'll just close my eyes for a second."
Hyunjin:
You're reading a book, your head placed securely in Hyunjin's lap, when you start to feel your eyelids grow heavy, sleepiness overcoming you slowly. You can't really be blamed though, the calming sound of your boyfriend practicing his lines from Stray Kid's newest song under his breath, along with the steady hum of the heater, giving the room the perfect atmosphere for a long nap. It only takes a few seconds for Hyunjin to realize that you fell asleep, thanks to your adorable tendencies to mumble incoherent sentences when sleeping. The blond haired boy freezes in his place, the hand that was slowly carding through your thick locks momentarily stopping its steady movement. Hyunjin breathes slowly through his mouth as he stares at your peaceful face, the sound of his heart beat ringing in his ear as he takes some time to admire you, loving the fact that he can see you like this, in your most natural state. After he overcomes his flustered shock, he reluctantly decides to wake you up, thinking that your health and comfort is (unfortunately) more important than his own enjoyment. He'll gently shake you awake, smiling down at you softly when you open your big eyes to look at him, and help you walk to your bedroom and get into the bed, not hesitating to jump into the space beside you the second you open your arms, motioning him over.
"Jagi, wake up~ Let's take you to bed, sleepyhead."
Han:
Han is playing video games with you sitting in his lap, back to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around your stomach, holding the remote control, when you shift in his hold, turning so you're chest to chest, and place you head on his shoulder, letting your eyes shut as you absentmindedly listen to Han's quiet yells of victory and defeat. It's only after Han finishes his game, turning to you to boast about his win, that he's met with your closed eyes and slightly open mouth, little snores escaping it every now and then. Han can't help but squeal at the adorable sight, slapping a hand over his mouth to shut himself up when you shift slightly in his arms at the shrill sound, and he smiles widely, leaving a kiss on your forehead. He'll literally be so happy, he won't be able to fall asleep or even look away from your face, instead snuggling even closer to you and interlocking your fingers, deciding to wait until you wake up. He won't be able to stop himself from leaving kisses all over your baby face either, wincing every now and then when you stir a bit from the touch of his lips, and he'll snap a few pictures of you, adding them to his secret album, filled to the brim with pictures he took of you unknowingly, and smile at you fondly, unable to stop the stupidly wide grin pulling at his lips.
"I wish you were awake so I could tell you how cute you are~"
Felix:
You were in the back of the car, taking you back to Stray Kid's dorm after their concert that you attended. All of the members were in the car, either dozing off or on their phones, and the small space was filled with a vast feeling of content exhaustion and wordless happiness after another successful day. Felix and you were at the back of the car, sitting beside each other, your head leaning on your boyfriend's strong shoulder as you stared out the window, watching trees and buildings whir by. Felix was on his phone, scrolling through Twitter and Instagram and watching videos from the concert with a small smile, his face still covered with a thin layer of sweat from preforming. It's when Felix turns down to look at you, wanting to ask you if you were coming to sleep at the dorm, that he sees you're already fast asleep, feeling rather tired after cheering for your boyfriend and friends for the past three hours. Your boyfriend will chuckle lowly, unable to stop the giddiness filling his veins at the sight of your calm features and small pout as you slept, and he'll quickly alert the members, smiling his sunshine smile as he points to you, the other members giggling softly at the sight of your slumbering figure. After that, Felix will make sure to take a load of pictures, wanting to show you how cute you looked tomorrow, and then he'll lean his head on your own, letting his own eyes close as he relaxes in the warmth of your body, falling asleep as well.
"Guys, look how cute Y/N looks!"
Seungmin:
Seungmin was shopping for clothes online when you crawled over to him on the bed, already dressed in your pyjamas, your hair pulled into a messy bun and your eyes dull with sleepiness. Your boyfriend doesn't react much when you wriggle your way into his lap, simply patting your head wordlessly before continuing to scroll though the website, letting you do your thing, shifting a bit in Seungmin's lap before leaning back on his chest, watching with droopy eyes as your boyfriend clicks through different garments, occasionally putting them in his basket as he hums a Day6 song under his breath. Seungmin is about to scold you when your head tips back too much, blocking his eyesight, but he stops abruptly when he understands you're asleep, your eyes shut and face buried in the crook of his neck. Seungmin wouldn't know what to do, choosing to freeze and not move a muscle in fear of waking you up accidentally. He'll stay completely still, his only reaction the steadily growing blush on his cheeks, and will hesitantly brush away the strands of dark hair covering your eyes before retracting his hand quickly. Despite his rather cold reaction, Seungmin's thoughts will be whirling as he starts down at you fondly, and he can't help but think that he's the luckiest guy on the planet.
'How is she so pretty when sleeping?'
I.N.:
It's late at night and you're at the dorm, sitting on the couch with the members of Stray Kids, in your usual spot beside Jeongin, your thighs slightly brushing as the whole group talks animatedly, not minding the time. You're enjoying this time with your friends of course, but you're also really tired after a busy day at school, so you can't help but lean a bit more on your oblivious boyfriend, scooting closer into his side as sleep overcomes you slowly. Jeongin would turn to look at you immediately when he feels your head fall on his shoulder, thinking you got hurt or something, only to be met with your sleeping face. He'll turn red in the face, looking away from you and trying to play it cool in front of the hyungs, but he's freaking out internally, wondering if he should wake you up or not, or if he should hold your hand and leave a kiss on your cheek because you're just looking so squishy wrapped up in his embrace uwu. Before he can decide though, his hyungs quickly notice the situation, and go on to tease their lovable maknae as expected, causing the pretty blush on his cheeks to burn even brighter as he laughs, unable to stop smiling despite knowing the older members will never let this go.
"She must've been really tired..."
Stray Kids when you accidentally curse:
Bang Chan:
I feel like Chan won't be able to stop himself from snorting when he puts a band-aid on the small cut on your ankle, which your clumsy ass got from brushing against a sharp rock, and you suddenly let out a curse at the stinging pain, your quiet 'shit' ringing in your boyfriend's concentrated silence as he patches you up. Chan will freeze for a second, his fingers hovering over your bruised skin before he breaks into a huge grin, managing to stifle the chuckles threatening to rise before clearing his throat and scolding you half-heartedly. But you know he's not really serious when his small smile keeps peeking out every few seconds, along with him repeating the curse you used in a whisper every now and then, followed by a fond giggle and a shake of his head.
"Hey, I know it hurts, babe, but you shouldn't curse."
Minho:
Minho is that asshat boyfriend that will probably be the reason you curse in the first place lmao. When you let out a shriek followed by a 'holy shit!' as Minho pops out from behind the wall of the hallway, his eyes shining and an evil grin lighting up his face, your boyfriend's smile will change into pure shock as his mouth drops open, before he starts cackling uncontrollably, to the point he's literally crouching down and holding his stomach so it won't spill all over the apartment floor. Lee know will literally never let it go, constantly reminding you of the situation and mimicking your high-pitched shout and terrified face until you storm away, only to grab your wrist gently and tug you back to him, kissing your pout away with his own huge grin, and yes, you can't resist his annoying ass.
"Holy shit!! Minnie, you scared me~~" *cue the chipmunk voice*
Changbin:
I don't think Changbin will make a big deal out of you cursing, to be honest. It's just a word after all. He'll probably hear you curse for the first time when the two of you are jamming to some hip-hop songs on the radio, and you suddenly bust out some rap verse with a shit-ton of curses lmao. And then your boyfriend will just be like, damn. He'll probably be more impressed than anything else, just cheering you on the whole time, and he'll find you super cute and squishy even when you say foul words lol. In fact, I think that you cursing will just spure him to curse more as well, because he was always uncomfortable and careful next to you, not wanting to teach you bad words. So let's say it's a win-win situation for both of you haha.
"Wow~~ Y/N, you should debut as a rapper!"
Hyunjin:
I think that Hyunjin won't mind you cursing, as long as there's a good reason for it. When you tell him about the new guy that tried to touch you during work, using an assortment of interesting words to describe him, your boyfriend doesn't even comment on the matter, too busy consoling you and trying to calm down the bubbling anger in his chest at the thought of someone touching you without permission. After you tell Hyunjin how you cussed the man off, warning him you'll report him to the police the next time he gets close to you, your boyfriend is undeniably proud, hugging you close to him and mumbling about how cool you are and how well you handled it. He'll even teach you more curse words to expand your vocabulary in case you ever get into a similar situation lol.
"You're so amazing, jagi, so strong and brave. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."
Han:
Jisung is surprised by the fact that you even know how to pronounce these words lmao, as if he isn't the one prancing around your apartment and cursing ninety nine percent of the time. When your boyfriend comes home to hear you spewing foul words one after another as you try to rescue your phone from where it fell between the sofa cushions, he can't help but find the sight hilarious, to be honest, and Han couldn't help but let out a laugh before coming to help you retrieve the electronic device. Jisung doesn't mind at all that you curse, even if he's constantly shocked that someone so angel-like can say such filthy things lol. But he'll definitely tease you a lot as well, just because he loves seeing you blush cutely uwu, and yes, your duality drives him crazy lmao.
"I need to buy more soap to shove into that dirty mouth of yours smh."
Felix:
Felix is possibly the chilliest out of all the members when it comes to cursing. Like, he's not cheering you on hysterically nor scolding you, but I feel like he's the type to like girls that look angels on the outside but are actually savage and badass when people get in their way. When your boyfriend sees you cussing out JYP and anyone else who has the slightest connection to the company after seeing the line distribution for Stray Kids' latest song, he'll smile slightly and stay quiet, letting you calm down on your own. Although he likes it when you get protective and defensive over him, he really finds you cute more than anything else, but he won't say that, instead choosing to pull you into a tight hug, mumbling encouraging words in your ear.
"Don't worry, bae, you know that I'm living my dream. I can't ask for more than what I already have."
Seungmin:
Seungmin is straight up cackling when you start cursing, especially when you're so excited that you just can't control all the 'fuck' and 'shit' coming out of your mouth. It usually happens in situations where your boyfriend is involved, like when Stray Kids' got their first win, or when they won some other grand prize. Seungmin doesn't seem like the type to curse a lot, but he doesn't mind you doing it, and actually finds it hilarious when he sees you jumping around like a rabbit, eyes sparkling and a huge smile on your lips. Obviously, he can't say anything to that addicting grin on your face. So he'll just smile and shake his head instead, showing his own happiness by pulling you in for a tight hug.
"Oh my god, Y/N." *cue flustered laughter*
I.N.
Okay, so the maknae is not having it lol. When you go backstage to see your boyfriend before his performance, you can't help but tell him how he's 'so fucking handsome', and then you quite literally have to save him from death by choking as I.N. starts coughing loudly, his face turning too red for your liking as he covers his mouth, eyes wide. Your boyfriend will need a few seconds to recover before he'll start investigating you to understand who teaches you these words, since he never curses next to you (it'll probably be Han and Changbin lmao), before he'll scold you gently, telling you that these words aren't nice, but also making sure you know how much he loves you by leaving a soft kiss on your hair and smiling at you fondly.
"You're too beautiful to say ugly words like that, love."
Stray Kids reaction to you back hugging them:
Bang Chan:
Chan loves all types of affection, especially when they come from you, but there was something about backhugs that made them even more precious. It'll probably happen a few weeks before a comeback, when your boyfriend looks constantly stressed and sleep-deprived, his blonde hair a mess and his brown eyes sporting dark circles underneath. The second you'll wrap you arms around his shoulders, leaning your chin on top of his head, he'll sigh happily, his body sinking into the revolving chair, and his hands will come up to grab your wrist, stroking your soft skin absentmindedly, as if to ground himself, and the two of you will spend the next few minutes in peaceful silence.
Minho:
Minho is the type to tease you a lot, especially when it comes to how cuddly and affectionate you are, but it's just his way of showing love, and he absolutely adores how you cling to him and coddle him. Your boyfriend is probably busy downing water in large, desperate gulps after practicing the band's newest song for an hour straight when you come up to him, gingerly wrapping your hands around his slim waist. Minho will jump, his water bottle almost slipping from his hands before he manages to retrieve it, and he'll turn around to look at you, a frown on his face as he scolds you for scaring him, but he'll still wrap his own arms around you, playfully rubbing his sweaty forehead against your neck, until you whine and push him away.
Changbin:
We all know Changbin is the hard outside, soft inside type of guy, always trying to hide just how whipped he is for you, and failing at it completely. Since backhugs are one of your most deadliest moves, you usually use it on your boyfriend when he is mad at you, for instance when you constantly tease him for being small and cute despite his constant attempts to seem manly and tall. Binnie will face away from you on the bed, scrolling through his phone with a frown when he'll feel you press against his back, your pout clearly felt against his neck as you kiss the soft skin as an apology, and he can't help but a crack a smile at your cuteness, eventually turning around to press a sweet, loving kiss to your lips.
Hyunjin:
Hyunjin is more shy and reserved when it comes to physical affection with you, the tips of his ears constantly coloring as well as his cheeks whenever you're attention is focused on him, but he still loves it no matter how red it makes him. The two of you are probably just walking down the street, swinging your interlocked hands like two children, when you suddenly release Hyunjin, making him frown in confusion before you trap him in a tight backhug, his arms held underneath yours. Your boyfriend won't be able to help the chuckles leaving his throat when the two of you waddle down the sidewalk, hardly immobile, and he'll complain lightly about how hard it is to move, but it's hardly convincing with the sweet giggles leaving his lips.
Jisung:
Han is such a sweetheart honestly, always looking for ways to touch you and for you to touch him, whether it's hugging, hand-holding, hair-playing, and also back-hugging a lot, with Jisung usually being the one to initiate it, so when you do it, he always gets excited. Your boyfriend will just be on his phone in the kitchen, leaning against the counter lazily, when you come up behind him on your way to get a cup of water, wrapping your arms around him tightly and pressing your cheek to the expanse of his broad back. Han will immediately smile like a child, his heart beating in his chest as he wraps his own arms around yours, and he won't let you move anywhere for a while, whining whenever you try to move away.
Felix:
Felix is kind of person who naturally thrives off of physical affection from his loved ones, and he considers it a very important aspect in any relationship, especially yours. The two of you are making brownies in the kitchen, the whole area around you looking absolutely disgusting, egg shells and flour coating the floor, and your boyfriend is starting to clean up, tiredly dragging his legs over to the broom by your apartment door when you collapse on him, wrapping your arms around his waist to steady yourself. Felix will let you lean on him, dropping his own head backwards to lay on your lean shoulder, and the two of you will stay like that for a few minutes, trying to restore your energy and also contemplating life at the sight of the chaos you made.
Seungmin:
Seungmin is constantly singing around the house, whether he's practicing or just humming songs he's been hearing recently, and whenever you hear your boyfriend sing you can't help but stop whatever you're doing and admire his angelic voice. Right now for instance, you're standing outside your bedroom door, watching as Seungmin sings to himself softly, brushing his long, auburn hair in front of the mirror. You don't hesitate to walk straight to your lover, wrapping your arms around him and making him stop in the middle of a sentence, a shy smile creeping on his face when you demand him to continue, still holding him tightly as you press a loving kiss to his back, and Seungmin will agree, his cheeks rosy red as he finishes the song.
Jeongin:
Jeongin is in charge of the food in your relationship, always giving a bowl of steaming noodles or a carefully-made sandwich with a fond kiss to your cheek, and that's exactly what he was doing now, making the two of you ramen for dinner, when you come up to him, drawn to the kitchen by the amazing smell slowly filling the house. You'll wrap your arms around your boyfriend, feeling the way I.N tenses under your arms, slightly shocked by the display of affection. He'll try to play it cool, but he'll be so out of focus he'll eventually push you away gently, stuttering about how hot it is in the room and how he can't focus on the food, but the blush covering his fair skin and the lack of eye contact will tell the truth.
Stray Kids when you cry:
Chan:
I feel like Chan is the type of boyfriend to be really observant, always noticing if you're in a bad mood even before you say anything. He'll order you your favorite food, try to make you laugh, and will be even touchier than usual, leaving kisses all over you knuckles, forehead and cheeks. Maybe it is all the care and love you're getting that makes the dam break, and suddenly your boyfriend tastes saltwater on his tongue, seconds after he leaned in to press a kiss to your pouty lips. Chan will panic immediately, lifting you into his lap effortlessly, cupping your cheeks as he asks you what's wrong, his eyes wide and filled with worry. When you'll tell him about how horrible your exam went, he'll simply hug your tighter, rocking the two of you from side to side while whispering encouraging words in your ear.
Minho:
Minho strikes me like someone who won't pry too much when you're in a bad mood, giving you the space you need to calm down while being more attentive than usual, and it works most of the time. But when your boyfriend will enter your apartment only to find you sitting on the couch with a box of tissues and a bowl of runny ice-cream, tears streaming down your cheeks, he'll be quite lost, not really knowing what to do except hug you and press the occasional kiss to your head. Even if he won't say anything, his mind will be running a mile a minute, trying to think of the best way to calm you down and understand what made you so upset. Minho will wait till your breathing evens out before asking you quietly what's wrong, listening in silence when you tell him about the nasty fight you had with your best friend, and he'll be quick to press you into his chest again, promising you that everything will be okay.
Changbin:
Changbin seems to me like a good listener, someone's who's easily capable of making people feel comfortable and safe around him. Usually your boyfriend was very successful at making you feel worthy and beautiful, but sometimes, like today, you're old insecurities come back and you just need to lie in bed day and stare at the ceiling, away from social media and society. When Binnie will come home after practice, wanting nothing more that a good, two-hour cuddle session, he'll immediately notice your small figure hidden in the covers. He'll approach you quietly, sitting beside you and raking a hand through your hair, his heart clenching when he sees the dry tears tracks lining your cheeks, before asking you what's wrong. And when you'll start crying again, he won't tell you to stop, simply wiping the salty drops one after another while they fall.
Hyunjin:
Hyunjin is more on the blunt side, not giving you space or privacy when you're sad, not because he's insensitive, rather because he's just so worried and can't imagine leaving you alone in this state, wanting to help you as much as he can. With all his good will, Hyunjin can't help but feel offended that you don't tell him what's going on, and his questions will almost lead to an argument. But when the first tear drop rolls down your cheek, your boyfriend will literally freeze, his ranting stopping mid-stop as he stares at you with wide eyes, rushing over to grab your cheeks immediately and pull you to his chest, murmuring apologies against your hair. He'll stop everything and do whatever it takes to make you happy, putting on your favorite rom-com and cooking your favorite food, and right before you go to sleep he'll ask you, hesitantly this time, if you want to tell him what's wrong.
Jisung:
Jisung is always prancing into your shared apartment when he comes back from the company, practically throwing his back-pack to the side as he rushes to hug you and press kisses all over your face, and you always respond with bright, happy giggles and equally tight hugs. So when your boyfriend notices the lack of enthusiasm and the way your arms hang limply by your sides when he comes over to greet you. His response will be automatic, a grim expression replacing his wide smile and voice turning soothing as he asks you what's wrong. When you break into heavy sobs, telling him about how you've been missing your family dearly the past few weeks, unable to visit them due to quarantine, Jisung's heart will clench painfully, and he'll feel guilty for not noticing earlier what was going on, promising himself to be more attentive and caring than ever.
Felix:
You are the type to hide your feelings, not wanting to be a burden on anyone, especially not your boyfriend who was such a busy, hard-working person. But Felix was anything but dumb, and he won't miss the way your smile looks fake, or your giggles forced. He'll be more on the quiet side at first, wanting to see if you'll tell him on your own and not wanting to intrude, rather choosing to shower you with as much love and affection as he can. But when he'll find you crying silently in the bathroom he won't be able to ignore the situation anymore, quickly approaching you and tugging you to his chest, trying to be strong and cheerful for you even if he's panicked and so worried inside. He'll listen to you silently when you tell him about how you've been stress-eating lately and you've noticed you gained weight, and he'll be so helpful and empathetic, giving you the best tips to healthy eating but also encouraging you to love yourself.
Seungmin:
Seungmin will probably be the type to be rather quiet, wanting to put you in the center of attention when you're sad. He'll go along with whatever you say, whether it's lying in your bed silently, holding one of your hands in his own, or listening to you rant about how shitty your day was, his gaze attentive and calming. During your period you tend to be rather sensitive, crying over nothing and everything, but Seungmin won't panic like some of the other members, rather learning from previous times how to deal with you, writing down the best ways to cheer you up, whether it's feeding you Mint Chocolate Chip ice-cream or watching with you your favorite, cheap reality show. If you'll want to talk about it he'll listen great, but if you won't he won't push too much, letting you figure things out yourself while being the best support system there is.
Jeongin:
Jeongin is super nervous when it comes to some things in a relationship, and seeing you cry and be sad was definitely on the top of the list. The two of you were hanging out on the sofa, watching a Disney movie, when your boyfriend heard a sniffle coming from where you were tucked in his arms, and his eyes widen when he sees the crystal-clear tears sliding down your soft, plump cheeks. He won't really know what to say, holding your face and asking you what's wrong with a startled expression, and when you'll sob about how sad the movie is, he'll sigh with relief, scolding you slightly about scaring the crap out of him before he'll hug you even closer, asking you if you need anything, and if you want to stop the movie and go do something else. Basically, he'll do anything to stop your crying.
Skz reaction to a S/O with a big bum || headcanons (Maknae Line)
Hyung Line
Maknae Line
Warnings: smut, mentions of sexual acts, and a little bit fluff ofc:D ; if you’re under 18 please leave!
Han:
• damn bro
• would tease you in a jokingly way
• would never cross the line though and never make you feel insecure!
• would always want to make you feel loved
• imagine just laying on your bed or doing daily chores and he would just randomly glide over your butt with his hand, give you the BIGGEST squeeze in your life and gives you a kiss and *boom* make out session
• he’s so needy
• like girl chill
• feral jisung mode activated
• omg will be so whiny about it
• “baby i need you”
• GIRL I NEED YOU TOO
Felix:
• nah mate you got him flustered
• will be shy about it
• would never look at your butt because he’s scared to make you uncomfortable
• king
• once you you’re at this point in your relationship where you go the next step ( if you know what I mean *wink* wink*) and get more comfortable with each other you can’t stop him
• is the type to just randomly slap it when you’re alone just for fun
• hehe
• hugs from behind
• would all in all be (mostly) sweet about it <3
• oh why I said mostly you asked?
• well
• I would be lying if I said your butt wouldn’t be a bit of a turn on for him
• would never admit it tho lmaoo
Seungmin:
• heheeee
• would always want you on his lap
• and would always want to hug you from behind
• so fluffy
• always has his hand in your butt lol
• and would gently squeeze it
• he’s so whipped for you
• give him a kiss now hmpf 😡
• anyway seungmin out of the building
I.N:
• aww
• I know this may be unexpected but(t)
• will slap the shit out of your butt
• like for what
• someone take him away from minho
• i feel like he would only do it in private and not in public
• because it’s embarrassing
• for both of you
• I feel like no matter what bum size you have he will be obsessed for some reason
• you thought he was innocent
• BUT(T) HES NOT
• takes every opportunity to slap your bum tbh
• freaky jeongin
a/n: hey everybody! I hope you enjoyed part 2 and I’m so surprised my first post got 50 likes within not even a day, thank you! :0 this defo motivates me to keep writing, feel free to request some things ;D
take care <3
- liss ^^
This is not mineee credits to the rightful owner!!!
Confessing to a discouraged Felix | Felix x you
Same of the same series in my masterlist
CW: Felix thinks he’s stupid, not in a funny way.
L-L-Love.
Unemployed! Felix x Employer! Reader (fem)
Felix was having one of those days. The kind where the world felt a little heavier, the sky a little too grey, and every small inconvenience seemed like a personal attack. It didn’t help that he was now standing in the lobby of a company he had no business working for, hoping for a lifeline from his friend Seungmin.
"Why the hell did I think perfume was my calling?" Felix muttered to himself, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He felt out of place—like a stray dog wandering into a royal palace.
The lobby itself was too pristine for his liking, all white marble floors and cold, sharp edges. Everything smelled faintly of expensive fragrance, a constant reminder of just how out of his depth he was. Felix shifted uncomfortably, waiting for Seungmin to show up, his nerves gnawing at him. If Seungmin didn’t come through for him soon, he was going to bolt.
Seungmin finally arrived, looking all too smug in his tailored suit. “Relax, man. You look like you’re about to pass out. You’ll be fine.”
“I doubt it,” Felix grumbled, running a hand through his hair. "This place gives me the creeps. Like it's too… perfect. And the last thing I need is some uptight CEO chewing me out."
Seungmin gave him a sideways glance, a smirk forming on his lips. "Uptight? I never said anything about her being uptight."
Felix let out a heavy sigh. “You know what I mean. All CEOs are the same—cold, calculating, and out for blood. It’s not exactly my vibe.”
“You’ll be fine. The boss might be strict, but she’s not heartless," Seungmin replied, eyes glinting with some kind of secret amusement Felix couldn’t place. “Just stay on her good side.”
Felix rolled his eyes, barely paying attention, when something—or rather someone—caught his eye.
She walked across the lobby with a quiet confidence that seemed out of place in this antiseptic environment. The fluorescent lights glowed faintly around her, and Felix swore the air itself softened in her wake. Her features were sharp yet delicate, like someone had carefully sculpted her from pure elegance. There was something so effortlessly striking about her that Felix felt his throat tighten.
She was beautiful—no, beyond that. She was like something out of a dream. The way she carried herself, so sure and unbothered by the world around her, made everything else fade into insignificance. For the first time all morning, things made sense. It was as if the weight of his day lifted just a little, his mind refocusing on this singular figure.
“Who’s that?” Felix whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned toward Seungmin, eyes locked on the woman across the lobby. It wasn’t just curiosity; it was an overwhelming compulsion that he couldn’t explain. Something about her presence commanded his attention, as if the entire room had dimmed except for the spotlight shining directly on her.
Her movements were deliberate and elegant, each step she took seemingly in sync with the steady beat of Felix’s suddenly racing heart. She wasn’t just beautiful—there was an aura about her that made everyone else in the room seem insignificant, like background noise. Felix didn’t want to blink, afraid that if he did, she’d vanish as quickly as she appeared.
Seungmin glanced lazily in her direction, then back at Felix, amusement flashing in his eyes. The smirk on Seungmin’s face only deepened the unease growing in Felix’s chest. Seungmin knew something. He always did. “Oh, her?” Seungmin’s voice was casual, almost too casual. “Yeah, I know her.”
Felix raised an eyebrow at his friend, suspicion bubbling under the surface. “You know her?” he asked, his tone laced with doubt. There was something in the way Seungmin said it, something teasing, something Felix couldn’t quite place but knew to be wary of. Seungmin had always been the type to enjoy watching Felix squirm, and Felix got the distinct feeling this was one of those moments.
Seungmin’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a kind of secret Felix wasn’t privy to yet. “Yeah,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.
Felix’s mind raced, his thoughts tumbling over one another. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she had carried herself, the effortless grace in her posture, the confident way she moved through the space. Her expression had been focused, intense even, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was important. Too important for someone like him to approach, and yet…
He swallowed hard, and before he could talk himself out of it, the words tumbled out of his mouth. “Do you think I could… maybe get her number?”
The second the words were out, Felix felt a flush of heat rise to his face. What was he doing? He didn’t even know her name, much less anything else about her, yet here he was, acting like some love-struck fool. But there was something about her—something he couldn’t shake. Something that made the usually confident Felix feel a little off-balance, like gravity had shifted around her.
Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a slow, almost disbelieving grin spreading across his face. “You?” he said, clearly amused. “Asking for a girl’s number during a job interview?”
Felix groaned, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “Don’t make it weird,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as if that could somehow wipe away the embarrassment. “I just—look, she’s… I don’t know. She’s different.”
Seungmin looked like he was on the verge of bursting into laughter, but he held it together, though not without a significant amount of effort. “Different? You barely know her.”
Felix felt the weight of Seungmin’s teasing, but he couldn’t let it go. “You didn’t see her like I did,” he insisted, voice softening as he glanced back toward where she had disappeared down the hallway. “There’s something about her, Seungmin. She’s… I don’t know. It’s like she’s not even real.”
Seungmin’s smirk didn’t fade, but there was a flicker of something—maybe amusement, maybe pity—in his eyes. “Felix, buddy, you’re acting like you’ve been hit by Cupid’s arrow.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Felix muttered.
She glanced at Felix, her eyes flicking over him for the briefest second before moving on as if he were just another piece of office decor. She gave Seungmin a nod and continued walking, disappearing into one of the sleek glass offices.
“What was that about?” Felix asked, feeling more out of the loop than ever.
Seungmin just smirked, enjoying this.
As Felix watched her walk by again, his heart hammered in his chest. His mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, but the loudest one was simple: Don’t let her go. Without thinking, he blurted out, “Hey, excuse me!”
She turned slowly, her sharp, captivating eyes locking onto his, and Felix felt like the world around them blurred for a second. He swallowed hard. Her expression was unreadable, her eyebrow slightly raised in question, but she didn’t look annoyed. Yet.
“Uh, hi,” Felix stammered, trying to gather himself. He ran a hand through his hair, attempting to play it cool, but the nervous energy practically buzzed off him. “I know this is, like, probably the worst time… considering I’m here for a job interview and all, but I—I just couldn’t help myself.”
She crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly. “Couldn’t help yourself with what?” Her tone was calm, but there was a slight edge to it, like she was testing him.
Felix bit his lip, steeling himself for whatever was going to happen next. “You see, I don’t usually do this—especially not when I’m, uh, supposed to be here for a professional reason. But when I saw you… something clicked. Like, I don’t know—one of those cheesy moments where the room fades out, and all you can see is one person. Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous.”
Her lips quirked slightly, just a tiny hint of amusement. “Go on.”
He felt emboldened, taking her slight reaction as encouragement. “Look, I know I’m coming off as the guy who’s way too forward, but I just have to say it. You’re—well, you’re kind of like the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. And I’m not just talking about the way you look—although, yeah, I’d be lying if I didn’t mention that. There’s something about the way you carry yourself that’s got me completely... captivated. Like I’m supposed to meet you, you know?”
She blinked, her face still mostly unreadable, but there was something behind her eyes now—a flicker of curiosity.
“So, what I’m trying to say is… Would it be too forward to ask for your number?” Felix scratched the back of his head, offering her a sheepish smile. “I mean, life’s short, right? They always say love finds you in the most unexpected places. Who’s to say this—" he gestured awkwardly between them, "—isn’t one of those moments?”
She stared at him for a beat, her expression unreadable once again. Then, to Felix’s utter surprise, a soft, almost teasing smile crept across her lips.
“Love, huh?” she mused, her voice calm but with an edge of something Felix couldn’t quite place. “That’s quite the leap for someone you don’t even know.”
Felix’s cheeks burned, but he chuckled nervously, shrugging. “Hey, it’s worth a shot, right? I mean, you never know unless you try.”
She held his gaze for a moment longer before letting out a soft laugh. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.”
Felix’s heart soared, convinced he was winning her over. “So, does that mean…?”
Before he could finish his question, Seungmin appeared at her side, handing her a coffee. “Your coffee, boss,” he said casually, with a knowing smirk.
Felix’s face dropped in confusion, the words hanging in his throat. Boss? He blinked, staring at Seungmin, then back at her.
She gave Seungmin a nod, then turned to Felix, her smile fading into a more serious expression. “Nice try, Mr. Lee,” she said smoothly, “but I don’t mix business with pleasure. Especially not with employees.”
Felix’s stomach dropped. Boss?
...
Felix waited, anxiety curling tight in his gut as he sat in the waiting area. Every second felt like an eternity, his foot tapping nervously against the tiled floor. Employees passed by, their footsteps quick and hushed, almost as if they were afraid of being noticed. There were no friendly smiles or casual conversations—just tense, whispered exchanges. Felix couldn’t help but overhear snippets of conversations, each one making his stomach churn with unease.
“…she’s impossible to please…” “…don’t mess up around her, or you’re done…” “…seriously, who even smiles around here?”
His heart pounded as the rumors about the CEO grew darker with each passing minute. People spoke of her like she was some kind of mythical creature—an untouchable, no-nonsense figure who ruled the company with an iron fist. She didn’t just run the company; she commanded it. Apparently, she had fired people on the spot for the smallest mistakes, and there were stories about how she once made an entire department redo a project just because the font wasn’t up to her standards.
Felix swallowed hard, his palms already starting to sweat. Great. Just great. He hadn’t expected this. Sure, he’d thought maybe she’d be intimidating—what CEO wasn’t? But this sounded like she ate people like him for breakfast and didn’t blink an eye afterward.
He wiped his hands on his pants, trying to stop them from trembling. This was supposed to be a simple job interview, not a face-off with some corporate dragon.
Seungmin’s voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts. “Felix?”
Felix’s head jerked up, meeting Seungmin’s amused gaze. “Yeah?” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the nervousness he was trying to hide.
Seungmin’s smirk was infuriatingly calm. “The CEO will see you now.”
Felix’s stomach did a full somersault, the anxiety pooling into something closer to dread. “You sure I’m ready for this?” He didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but at this point, all the rumors had his confidence teetering on the edge of a cliff.
Seungmin’s sly smile widened, like he knew something Felix didn’t—like this was all part of some big, cosmic joke that Felix was the punchline to. “As ready as you’ll ever be,” he said, his tone dripping with something unsettlingly playful.
With a deep, shaky breath, Felix stood, his legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. The walk to the office door felt like a march toward doom, and when Seungmin opened the door for him, Felix was hit with a wave of cold, sterile air.
The office itself was as intimidating as the woman who sat at the desk. It was pristine—almost unnaturally so. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined the far wall, giving a sweeping view of the city, but the grandeur of the view did nothing to calm the nerves gnawing at his insides. Everything about the space screamed power and control. The polished desk was large, and every item on it seemed meticulously placed, as if the slightest misalignment would be unacceptable.
And there she was—the woman from the lobby. The one he had been so smitten by just minutes ago. The one he had asked for her number. Now, sitting behind a desk with an air of authority that made his knees weak for an entirely different reason.
She didn’t look up right away. Her eyes were focused on the papers in front of her, flipping through them with a precision that felt almost clinical. But then, as if sensing his presence, she finally looked up, her gaze locking onto him. Those same eyes that had caught his attention earlier were now cold, assessing. Gone was the soft allure he’d been entranced by—replaced with a sharp, calculating focus that pinned him to the spot.
“Mr. Lee, is it?” Her voice was smooth, but there was no warmth in it.
Felix’s throat tightened. “Uh, yes. That’s me.”
She leaned back in her chair, her movements deliberate and controlled, as if every gesture had a purpose. Her expression was unreadable, though Felix thought he saw a faint glimmer of recognition in her eyes. It was the briefest flicker—perhaps she remembered their awkward little moment in the lobby.
“Hmm,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. “I understand you’re interested in…”
Felix could feel the sweat on his palms again, his mind racing. Her intense gaze was making it impossible to think clearly. “Joining your team,” he managed to blurt out, his voice coming out more shaky than he intended.
Her gaze didn’t waver, and the room seemed to grow colder under her scrutiny. “No, that’s not it. I believe there was something else you mentioned earlier,” she said, her tone holding a subtle edge. She gestured between them, mimicking the awkward movement he had made when talking to her in the lobby. “What was it again? Something about…”
She paused, guesturing the way he did. “Love, was it?”
Felix’s mind went blank for a moment. Love? Oh god, had he really said that? He felt the heat rising to his face, his heart thudding in his chest. This was bad. Really bad. But all he could think about was how absurd this situation was. Just a short while ago, he’d been smitten by her beauty, bold enough to ask for her number. And now—now she was sitting behind this massive desk, her gaze like a hawk’s, making him squirm under her scrutiny.
“L-L-Love,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, I think I might’ve said something about that.”
Her lips quirked ever so slightly, but there was no humor in it. “Love,” she repeated, as if testing the word on her tongue. “Bold choice of words for someone seeking a job, don’t you think?”
Felix wanted to sink into the floor, his mind scrambling to find a way to recover from this disaster. But all he could manage was a sheepish smile, his voice weak with nerves. “I… I guess I’m not great at first impressions, ma'am”
Her expression didn’t soften, but there was a flicker of something—amusement, perhaps—before she straightened in her chair again, her cold demeanor slipping back into place. “You’re right about one thing, Mr. Lee. You’re definitely not great at first impressions.”
“I understand, ma’am,” Felix said, doing his best to sound respectful.
“Mr. Lee, do you want to be our company's brand ambassador?”
Felix’s heart skipped a beat. Brand ambassador? That was miles beyond what he’d expected—he thought he’d be lucky to land a basic desk job. His mouth opened, but no words came out at first. Eventually, he nodded, still too dazed to formulate any coherent response.
She dismissed him with a curt nod, her attention already shifting back to the papers on her desk, her focus sharp and unwavering. It was clear she expected him to leave. Felix, still trying to process what had just happened, gave a half-stammered “thank you” before turning to go, his footsteps echoing softly in the room.
As he walked out, his heart pounded, a storm of emotions swirling inside him. How had his day spiraled into this chaotic whirlwind? Just this morning, he’d woken up thinking he’d be begging for a job as a junior assistant or something mundane like that. Now, not only had he embarrassed himself in front of the most intimidating woman he’d ever met, but she also turned out to be his boss—and she’d just offered him a position as brand ambassador. What does that even mean?
His mind raced with a jumble of confusion, disbelief, and—against all odds—curiosity. Why, despite her icy demeanor and the overwhelming pressure that came with her presence, did he still feel that strange pull toward her? It wasn’t just her beauty anymore. There was something more—something in the way she carried herself, the way she commanded a room without saying much at all. Felix had always been drawn to confident people, but this? This felt like being drawn toward the sun, knowing it might burn you alive, but still unable to resist the warmth.
As soon as he stepped out of the office, Seungmin was waiting for him in the hallway, arms crossed and a wicked grin plastered on his face. He leaned against the wall casually, but Felix could tell he had been waiting for this moment.
“Well?” Seungmin asked, barely holding back his laughter. “How’d it go? Surprised?”
Felix glared at him, his frustration bubbling over. “You knew the whole time, didn’t you?”
Seungmin didn’t even try to hide his amusement, his grin widening. “Of course I knew! What, you thought I was going to pass up the opportunity to watch you make a fool out of yourself?”
Felix groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Unbelievable. You set me up! I don’t know if I should thank you or strangle you.”
Seungmin shrugged, his laughter bubbling up now. “Hey, you should be thanking me. I could’ve warned you, but where’s the fun in that? Besides,” he added, leaning in with a smug look, “you got the job, didn’t you? And not just any job—brand ambassador. That’s a pretty sweet gig for someone who just flirted with their boss during a job interview.”
Felix narrowed his eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. As much as he hated to admit it, Seungmin had a point. “Yeah, I guess I did. But you could’ve given me a heads-up, you know? I walked right into that one.”
Seungmin chuckled, clearly unbothered. “What’s the fun in that? Come on, you’re gonna love working here. She’s tough, but if you impress her, she’s loyal. Plus,” he added with a wink, “you’ve already made quite the impression.”
Felix groaned again, but this time there was less frustration and more amusement in his voice. “Yeah, well, I’m not sure if it’s a good one.”
Seungmin clapped a hand on Felix’s shoulder, steering him toward the elevator. “Don’t worry. The fact that you survived that first encounter and still got the job is a good sign. She’s not one to offer positions to just anyone, you know. You’ll be fine.”
As they walked toward the elevator, Felix couldn’t help but steal one last glance at the closed door of her office, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread bubbling up inside him. He wasn’t sure what was more terrifying—the fact that he now had to work under one of the strictest bosses he’d ever heard of, or the fact that he was genuinely looking forward to it.
He let out a long breath, shaking his head as the elevator doors closed behind them. “This is going to be one hell of a ride, isn’t it?”
Seungmin smirked, hitting the button for the ground floor. “Oh, definitely. But hey, at least you’ll have front-row seats to the fireworks.”
Felix laughed, the tension finally beginning to melt away. “Yeah, front-row seats to my own personal disaster.”
As the elevator descended, Felix couldn’t stop his mind from wandering back to her—her eyes, her no-nonsense demeanor, the way she seemed to effortlessly command respect from everyone around her. He had a feeling this job was going to be a lot more complicated than he’d initially thought.
But despite everything—despite the nerves, the confusion, and the chaos—there was a part of him that couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. Maybe, just maybe, this unexpected twist of fate wasn’t so bad after all.
He glanced at Seungmin, who was still smirking like the cat that ate the canary. “You know what, man? I might just take you up on that ‘strangling’ offer someday.”
Seungmin laughed, unfazed. “Anytime, Felix. Anytime.”
“Seungmin,” Felix finally spoke up, his voice still slightly shaky. “What exactly is a brand ambassador supposed to do here? I mean, I thought I’d be behind the scenes, maybe handling sales or marketing, but this feels… different.”
Seungmin smirked, clearly enjoying Felix’s confusion. “Ah, you still don’t get it, huh? I was wondering when you’d ask.”
Felix frowned. “What do you mean?”
Seungmin leaned against the elevator wall, crossing his arms. “Well, when I say ‘brand ambassador,’ I don’t just mean a guy who’s walking around with flyers or doing customer service. No, no, this is way bigger. You’re not going to be just some face in the background—you’re going to be working with the face of the company.”
Felix blinked, feeling a growing sense of unease. “With the face of the company?”
Seungmin nodded, his grin widening. “Exactly. You know how most companies have models, right? People who represent the brand, the image, and everything the company stands for? Well, here, our CEO is the brand’s face. She’s the one people see in commercials, ads, everything. She doesn’t hire some random model. She is the model.”
Felix’s eyes widened as the pieces started to fall into place. “Wait… so she’s not just the CEO, she’s also—”
“—the literal face of the company,” Seungmin finished, nodding, and Felix understood, obviously, a pretty face like that wouldn't go unnoticed. “She’s the one the public associates with the brand. She’s the one in all the campaigns, the one people see and think, ‘That’s our product.’ And you, my friend, will be working alongside her, not in the shadows, but right there, front and center.”
Felix felt a fresh wave of panic. “So, you’re saying I’m not just working for her, I’ll be working with her? Like, as her partner in this?”
Seungmin shook his head. “ You’ll be modeling with her, attending events, doing photo shoots, being part of the same campaigns, but you wrok under her, man, don't forget that. She’s tough, Felix, but she doesn’t choose just anyone to stand beside her. You’ll have to earn it, but the fact that she offered you the job means she sees something in you. Maybe it was that boldness when you asked for her number, or she thinks you look good, which is, infact, very rare.” He snickered.
Felix groaned, rubbing his temples. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Seungmin shrugged, chuckling softly. “Hey, if I were in your shoes, I’d be freaking out too. But look, this is a huge opportunity. You’ll learn the ropes, and if you can impress her—which isn’t easy—you’re set. It’s not every day someone gets to model alongside their boss.”
Felix’s nerves were on high alert now. Modeling? He wasn’t sure if he’d signed up for that. But at the same time, the idea of working closely with her, being in the spotlight… it was thrilling. Terrifying, but thrilling.
“So, I’m going to be in photoshoots and campaigns, standing next to her?” Felix asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Seungmin gave him a knowing look. “Yup. You’ll be representing the brand together. And trust me, people are going to be watching your every move.”
Felix’s heart pounded in his chest. He wasn’t sure if this was a dream come true or a nightmare in the making. Either way, he was about to find out.
OMG I literally screamed multiple times reading this … so good kinda made me wanna to go back to college😂 I really wish I knew how to give detailed feedbacks but sadly I don’t so I’ll just cry 😭💖
Perfect Distraction | lfl
❝𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮…❞
↳ Felix is the perfectly untouchable man you can only long for from the back of the college lecture hall; until a chance encounter and offer of distraction brings those yearnings closer than you ever thought was possible.
↳ Felix x female reader
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! Strong language, college au, strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst, slow burn, explicit sexual content, vanilla sex, oral sex (f. and m. rec), body worship, praise, use of pet names, sexual discovery, adult themes throughout !
「suitable for 18+ readers only」 「© July 2020, rewritten April 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」
Felix’s back was a profound thing.
It was where you found your gaze most often lingering when the monotony of lectures led your mind to wander, and perhaps that was natural; it stands to reason that one should firstly see what’s right in front of them. Perhaps the heightened interest with which you examined him day after day was also just as natural.
Or perhaps not.
Still; the extraordinary demanded your undivided attention. And that wasn’t to say it was Felix’s back itself that was extraordinary. By all accounts, it was a perfectly normal back. Rather it was the feelings that cropped up when examining said back with a slow and appreciative eye that it made it so special.
There had been changes since the term started; imperceptible to anyone else, you were sure. The span of his shoulders was broader now, the fit of his shirts a little snugger. The outlining curve of his shoulder blades had strengthened, his hunching over desk or rising into a stretch offered glimpses of the toned muscle beneath the cotton. The days where he ran late and thus rallied to make lectures in time were your favourite, for on those days the silver tresses usually gathered neatly at his nape were damp with the sweat of exertion, the pale skin beneath blushed. Occasionally he might scratch his neck, and you would wonder if he felt the tickle of your gaze burning so bright a hole into him, the prospect equal parts needlessly giddying and mortifying. Thoughts would roll around your mind, and arguably, were best kept there: would he be soft to touch? Perhaps he’d be surprisingly firm. How would his back look in the absence of a shirt?
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Sorry, I Love You ~ Felix
"Felix is your friend with benefits. Your arrangement is perfect since both of you are too busy for anything more. But when the lines start to blur between lust and love, will you be able to navigate your own feelings before one of you gets hurt?"
All In ~ OT8 (university!au) series : Part Two
Pairing: Felix x fem!reader
Word Count: 17k
Genre: 18+ University AU | Fluff | LOTS of angst | SMUT | Established friendship with OT8 | Established friends with benefits with Felix | Friends with benefits to lovers | Possessive/Jealous Felix |
Content Warnings: Mature contents, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ | Alcohol consumption | Cursing/swearing | Dry Humping/Grinding/Straddling | pet names (use of Darling, Handsome etc) | LOTS of Angst | Detailed makeout scenes | Moaning/groaning | Descriptions of male genitalia | Possessive and Jealous Felix | Mentions of Intercourse | Friends with Benefits arrangement (Felix and Y/N) | Arguments | Mentions of cigarettes (Felix is an avid smoker) | Moments of commitment issues | Moments of vulnerability | Major blue balls for Felix (soz not soz) (Let me know if I missed anything) This part will not make much sense unless the parts before are read, as events and character dynamics shift and overlap in each part. Ensure you're caught up here.
A/N: THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT I KNOW IT TOOK FOREVER AND IM SO SORRY!! This is my first time writing anything this smutty so please give me your feedback, but go easy on me 😅 I hope you're all well and are liking the series so far! Chan x Y/N for Part Three!!
It was late into a Sunday night, and you were sat at the dining room table, books and notes scattered across it underneath you. Your dining room table had been perfectly divided down the middle, your notes and books on the side you were sitting at, and your roommate’s belongings scattered across the other. You’d been here for the past few hours studying, trying to wrap your brain around a code sequence you needed for your assignment.
You had always wanted to be a game designer/developer ever since you were a kid, and you missed the naivety of the child version of yourself that thought the process to creating video games was a lot simpler than it really was.
The truth was you were more talented in character design, world creation and the graphics side of video games, coding had never really been your strong suit, but alas it was needed to get the job done.
You hadn’t realised you’d begun to drift to sleep amongst your notes until a knock came from your dorm door snapping you away from your drowsiness.
You scrunched your face and glanced to the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. It read 10:23PM.
You wondered who would be knocking on your dorm door this late, your roommate had texted you only a few moments ago to say she was staying at Jeongin’s dorm, so it couldn’t be her.
Crime was basically non-existent on your campus, so you felt safe enough to answer the door. You stood from your chair at the dining room table and walked across the living room to open the door.
You unlocked the door and swung it open to see Felix smiling at you nervously, his skin illuminating from the hallway lights, his blondish silver looking hair was half up in a manbun and his round glasses were nestled upon his nose and amongst his freckles.
Every time you saw Felix you wondered how he could put barely any effort into his appearance and yet look so handsome every single time. He was wearing baggy grey sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt that hung loosely over his muscular figure, a pair of black canvas styled shoes were on his feet and his backpack was slung over one shoulder.
His sudden arrival meant one thing as per your agreement and your mouth watered at the thought of it.
Felix was your classmate turned friend with benefits. Your situationship as your roommate liked to call it, had started around ten months ago. You had both started studying at this campus a year and a few months ago and you were now a few months into your second year of your four year double majored degree in Game Development and Game Design. Something you had in common with Felix.
You and Felix had bonded over similar interests during the icebreaker introductions during the first few days of classes and became close friends straight away. Four months into your friendship with Felix and in drunken state at a 3Racha dorm party, you had found yourself in bed the next morning with Felix curled up into your side and both of you completely naked.
Neither of you could deny your attraction to one another, but both agreed your study came first and that there was no time for anything more and no need to complicate things more than they needed to be. Therefore, creating the arrangement that led Felix to be standing at your door tonight. Lust and nothing more.
“Hey Lixie.” You smiled mischievously opening the door wider in a welcoming manner, begging him to step into your dorm.
Instead of walking past you and into your dorm like you had offered, Felix gave you a smirk as he took in your flustered appearance by his abrupt arrival and walked up to you, pulling you into his arms for a warm hug.
He wrapped his arms over the tops of your shoulders, nestling his face into the side of your head and into your hair. You felt him breath in your scent and as he exhaled, he breathed out a soft and airy sounding, “hey darling.”
You buried your face into his chest thankful he had decided to show up unannounced. You took this moment to breathe in his scent like he had just done to you, he smelled how he normally did, hints of freshly squeezed lemon and fully bloomed orange blossoms that had been drifting in the sea breeze.
Over his usual scent you smelt the powerful scent of unmistakeable cigarette smoke attached to his clothes, indicating he must have had one on the way over to yours. You should hate the smell, but the scent of cigarette’s added to his charm and the smell had now become of comfort to you.
You loved and hated how much you enjoyed Felix’s sudden presence.
It wasn’t meant to be this way; you had initially agreed to organise days to meet up when needing to release stress or one of you just wanted some fun. As time progressed and you became more comfortable around each other, it turned to hurried text messages letting the other know you were on the way or both of you would just head back to one of your dorms after hanging out with your shared friend group.
You felt him shuffle with you still tightly held in his arms, pulling you further into your dorm and shutting the door behind you both. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp to walk yourself, but he just squeezed you tighter and with his deep voice whispered through your hair near your ear, “no, let me hold you.”
You giggled against his chest, as you stumbled trying to keep in sync with where Felix was trying to maneuverer you both. You heard Felix shrug off his backpack, and he let out a defeated laugh. Felix gave up on his plans to stumble to your bedroom and you felt the world flip as he holstered you up bridal style to carry you the rest of the way.
Felix placed you down onto your back on the bed and climbed over your figure, trapping you in place under him with his arms on either side of your head and his legs either side of your hips. You heard his shoes clatter to the ground, and he paused looking at you for a moment to take off his glasses and place them on the side table next to your bed.
He looked down at you with a smirk, his eyes shining through the dark as the only light in the room was the streaks of the living room light glowing softly into your bedroom.
“So, what brings you here tonight Lix, how can I be of service?” You asked giving him a seductive smile, reaching up to tuck a strand of his fluffy hair out of his eye and behind his ear.
His smile grew fonder at your actions, and he leaned down to press a kiss into the very tip of your nose.
“Honestly, I missed you and I didn’t want you to be alone tonight.” He admitted continuing to press kisses over your face but avoiding your lips.
“Aren’t you a gentleman.” You winked up at him causing him to huff out a small chuckle at your flirtatiousness.
“Someone is eager tonight.” Felix commented moving his position down to rest on his elbows bringing his face closer to yours.
You leaned up from the bed and pressed your lips against Felix’s, too impatient to wait any longer. You kissed him slowly and he responded instantly against you, bringing one of his hands down to your side and pressing his fingers gentling into the skin that was poking out between your pyjama top and shorts.
His lips were soft despite a few cracks here and there and they moved expertly with yours from the months of practice. A warm feeling spread through you, and you felt the familiar feeling of want and lust growing, but before you could get carried away, Felix pulled away breaking the kiss.
Felix pressed another kiss to your nose ignoring your confused gaze as he rolled off you to lay beside you on his back and used his hand on your side to pull you into him for a cuddle.
“Is it okay if we don’t do anything tonight?” Felix asked shyly after a few moments had passed by and you hadn’t spoken or tried to do anything else.
You turned your head and looked up at him, getting comfortable against him by draping an arm over his chest and entangling a leg over his thigh and through his legs.
“Of course,” You quickly clarified with, “Although, you know that’s not really what our arrangement is for.”
“Why not?” Felix asked looking down to meet your gaze, his cheeks were slightly flushed as if the conversation was making him slightly nervous, “We are friends with benefits, aren’t we? These are benefits.”
You giggled at his explanation and if you were being honest, he wasn’t wrong, but he knew why this wasn’t a part of the arrangement.
Neither of you could deny the attraction you had for one another. This was one of the main reasons you had strict rules with the arrangement. You both wanted to make sure that the line between lust and love was clear and no boundaries were being crossed, to not complicate anything.
The rules being: 1. NO CATCHING FEELINGS
This was a big one, it wasn’t just your friendship on the line, you were also classmates and shared the same circle of friends. It was bad enough you had already crossed the line of being intimate with each other the last thing you needed was falling in love with each other too.
2. SEX ONLY
This rule was clearly being broken tonight and if you were honest with yourself, it had been broken A LOT throughout your time with Felix, but you always tried to focus on what your situationship was really for.
3. NO ONE KNOWS
This rule was broken within the first 3 months of your arrangement, Hyunjin might have been a little traumatised when he came back to the dorm earlier than expected one day and it spread like wildfire throughout your friend group.
4. NO SLEEPING WITH OTHER PEOPLE
This was purely for safety reasons, although the idea of Felix being with anyone else did make you uncomfortable and it wouldn’t be a nice position to be put in.
Now that you thought about it, maybe your rules weren’t as strict as they were intended to be…
“You make a valid point, permission to cuddle granted.” You announced playfully snuggling into him closer.
At your words, Felix’s smile lit up his eyes and he pressed a long-wet kiss to your forehead as a thank you.
You both stayed tangled up in each other for a while in a comfortable silence, breathing deeply and slow, and you could feel your eyes growing heavier from the natural warmth Felix’s body was radiating.
“Darling, are you up to anything this Saturday night?” Felix asked suddenly while one of his hands reached up to lazily rake his fingers through your hair.
You thought for a moment, “Not that I can think of, why?”
“I was speaking to Chan tonight and they are having a 3Racha party.” Felix stated his voice was deeper now and you could tell sleep was clawing at him too.
“hmm” You hummed thinking back to previous 3Racha parties, to your first night with Felix, the night you danced on top of 3Racha’s kitchen bench completely wasted with Chan’s girlfriend and to all the other times you enjoyed relaxing, drinking with your closest friends. You smiled at the fond memories.
Felix sensed that you were beginning to drift off by your disconnection from the conversation, so he guided you up and under the covers and pressed another few kisses to your forehead.
Even though you were in and out of awareness, you were very aware of Felix pulling away from you completely and the bed dipping and then rising as he stood from the bed.
You let out a whine at his departure and he responded with a chuckle.
“I’m just making sure everything is locked up and turning the lights off.” He spoke to you warmly and you heard his footsteps exit your bedroom and disappear temporarily into the rest of the house before he re-entered your room that was now in complete darkness.
Felix had been here so many times, he didn’t even need to see to make it back to your side tucked underneath the blankets with you wrapped up in his arms. You felt Felix’s skin under your hand that rested on his chest. His shirt must have been discarded before he climbed back into bed and the warmth that was seeping out of him into your skin was lulling you closer and closer to sleep.
“Sleep well darling.” Felix whispered lowly pressing a kiss to your lips that you wish had lasted longer.
“Night Lixie.” You murmured lightly, eyes closed and completely surrendering to your dreams.
Before you completely fell asleep, you couldn’t help but notice the slight tingle to your lips where Felix’s lips had just been and the warmth that wasn’t only hovering on your skin, but also lighting up your insides and most importantly your heart.
“Y/N…darling…wake up gorgeous.” Felix’s voice sounding like an angel calling from the heavens was whispering to you from beside you.
You slowly fluttered your eyes open waking up to Felix pressing kisses into your face and hair as you blinked the sleep away.
“There she is.” Felix smiled once he noticed you were awake and pressed a soft peck to your lips making you smile back at him sleepily.
“Morning.” You murmured back trying to burry your head into the crook of his neck, refusing to acknowledge reality and the fact you had classes soon.
“I thought I’d lost you to the Sandman for a second there.” Felix joked his fingers teasing the skin exposed between your pyjamas sending a shiver up your spine.
“I was having a good dream.” You mumbled into the skin of his neck as you pressed light kisses there.
“What were you dreaming about?” Felix asked his morning voice deep, grainy and charming, making you want to tell him all about your dream where the two of you were working at the same gaming company together and living out your dream careers.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You teased poking his side and raising your head to smirk down at him.
“That would be why I asked.” Felix quick witted back with a smirk of his own.
In response you simply poked out your tongue and pushed yourself away from him to a sitting position so you could stretch out the upper half of your body.
You felt Felix’s arms snake around your waist from behind as he sat up behind you and placed his face on your shoulder with a pout on his lips.
“I don’t want to go to classes today, let’s skip.” Felix suggested squeezing you tightly from behind and leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of your jaw to the top of your shoulders.
One thing you had learned quickly into your arrangement with Felix was how overly affectionate he was. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means, you loved the attention he gave you and it gave an aspect of thrill knowing you were the only one he treated like this, and it only ever occurred behind closed doors. Like it was a secret only you two knew of.
“Because no one will be suspicious if both of us are missing from class...” You trailed off rolling your eyes.
You hadn’t managed to keep the secret of your arrangement from your friend group, but you were thankful no one in your shared classes with Felix seemed to have picked up on the looks you two frequently shared, or the flirtatious comments Felix would often tease you with.
Felix let out a groan and dropped his entire body weight onto your back making you slump forward unprepared.
“Don’t make me goooo.” He pleaded pushing his weight onto you until you had no choice but to fall sideways to relieve the pressure.
You whined pushing him away from you playfully.
“You can do as you please Felix, but I am going to class.” With a final poke to Felix’s nose, you climbed out of bed heading into the shower to get ready for the day ahead.
A few minutes past and you began cleaning your skin, letting the warm water wake you up completely, when Felix poked his head into the bathroom.
“I’m going to head back to my dorm to get ready, if I’m not at the first class, I’ll see you at the second!” Felix shouted to you over the loud rushing of the water.
“See you then!” You yelled back letting the water hit the back of your neck to loosen the tension that had built in your shoulders from the previous night of studying.
“Bye darling!” Felix farewelled leaving you to shower. You could barely hear his footsteps leaving over the water, but you finally heard the apartment door shut announcing Felix’s exit.
For the first time in a while, as you stilled in place under the stream of water, you felt the warm water run cold. It was like you’d run out of warm water, but then it slowly dawned on you, the steam was still building around you in the shower stall. It wasn’t the warmth from the water that had abandoned you, it was the warmth you felt within you when Felix was around.
You got to class just on time, and you were surprised to see Felix was already there with a warm smile spreading across his cheeks as he watched you walk into the computer lab.
Although there was no assigned seating in this class, it didn’t stop everyone from naturally claiming their own spot within the class and Felix was quick to claim the two computers by the window for the two of you, glaring at anyone who tried to take the spot next to him that was unofficially reserved for you.
“I’m surprised to see you here.” You grinned at Felix while unloading your bag with what you needed for the class ahead.
Felix groaned at the sudden realisation class would be starting soon and he was here instead of tucked away in your bedroom, with you wrapped around him like you were the last two people on Earth.
“I need the attendance marks. I’m not worried about our group project, but the assignment we were given for coding is kicking my arse.” Felix complained resting his head onto the hand of his arm that was propped up on the desk.
You rolled forward on your desk chair to get closer to him, reaching out to playfully tousle his hair with your fingers, “At least you won’t fail it alone.”
A smile grew back over his lips, “You? Failing coding? What a shock.” Felix teased knowing full well you weren’t good with coding as the sarcasm dripped from his voice.
“Haha, you’re hilarious.” You rolled your eyes, “I am genuinely shocked you’re struggling too though, you’re normally extremely good with coding?” You questioned him with a raised brow, leaning back into your desk chair getting yourself comfortable by adjusting some of the settings from its previous user.
Felix copied your motions and settled himself into his desk chair and pondered your words before smirking, “Maybe I’m just too distracted these days.”
A laugh erupted out of you, drawing the attention of some of your classmates, bringing your awareness of your surroundings back to you. You covered your laugh with a cough and sent a half serious glare in Felix’s direction, not even bothering to respond to him.
Your professor came to begin the class not long after, asking you to split up into your selected groups for the group project and use this class time to work on it.
You had been put into a group with Felix and two others from your class. One being a very timid, but kind girl with shoulder length black hair and round glasses concealing most of her face.
The other being the class clown, a stocky looking guy who could potentially give Changbin a run for his money in an arm wrestle. You often wondered why he even took this as his major when he spent most of the time making untasteful jokes at the expense of your other classmates.
The four of you were sat around the desks off to the side of the room away from the computers and all of you had your laptops out in front of you.
Your group project was to create a video game idea, including examples of how it would look, the setting, the storyline and some clips of completed animation for the game. Your group would then need to present it to the class and sell it to them. It was worth 50% of your grade so you were all taking it very seriously, well most of you.
Felix was hurriedly typing away on his laptop as he was doing some research for the setting of where your game would take place, gathering inspiration and writing notes on what he had found.
The timid girl in your group named Hana, was drawing on her electric artistry pad that was connected to her laptop, drawing out some character designs and working on some animation.
You were currently researching weaponry and armoury, creating a mood board of things you liked and comparing notes with Felix every now and again to make sure you were on the same track.
But then there was Yunseo the class clown. He was leaned back in his chair, large headset clogging his ears and you were almost certain he wasn’t doing the task he was assigned to, due the smirk plastered on his face.
You tried to ignore him, but when he began snickering you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. Nothing annoyed you more than someone not pulling their weight in a group project, especially when it was 50% of your grades and he was just hoping to cruise along and put in barely any effort. Not on your watch.
“Something funny about coding?” You asked glaring across the table at Yunseo.
He didn’t even seem phased that you had caught him not doing his part and just casually moved his earphones down slightly, returning your glare with his own, still smirking like he found the situation amusing.
“I actually finished the code a while ago.” He said with confidence leaning back further in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest to symbolise you weren’t intimidating him at all.
You gritted your teeth in annoyance and closed your laptop in front of you to show him you weren’t messing around.
This caught Felix and Hana’s attention, Felix looked between you both taking in your confrontation stances and Hana sunk back in her chair turning up the soft music she was listening to, trying not to get caught up in what was occurring.
“And you didn’t think to let us know? Or do something else more productive with your time?” You questioned annoyance clear in your tone as you copied his posture, crossing your own arms across your chest, showing him you weren’t backing down.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, “Who are you, my mother?”
The lack of respect he had for you and the other members of your group was evident, but if he thought he could get away with treating you all like shit and getting you all to do the work for him, he was wrong.
“If I was, I’d be disappointed to have a son like you.” You effortlessly spat, fixing your glare like you had fire raging in your eyes. You were pissed. You had spent enough time in the gaming industry or even the gaming community to know the underling sexism that radiated out of too many people to count. Yunseo’s attitude toward you was only reminding you of that and igniting a fire within you.
You saw anger rage behind Yunseo’s eyes, and he moved forward slowly, but powerfully as he stared you down, trying to intimidate you into submission with his gaze, but you weren’t budging.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He basically growled at you, gripping the table in front of him tightly like he was trying to calm himself down.
You felt Felix stiffen next you and his gaze looked straight ahead not even looking in Yunseo’s direction.
“Watch your fucking tone.” Felix spoke slowly and calmly, but his deep voice was stern and clearly warning Yunseo to back down.
Yunseo for the first time since you started the confrontation broke eye contact with you and changed his glare to Felix.
“Or what?” Yunseo taunted puckering his lips toward Felix.
You saw Felix snap his head in Yunseo’s direction and in a flash, he had risen to his feet to stand up to Yunseo who also stood.
Hana let out a shriek and you jumped up getting in between Felix and Yunseo, facing Felix.
Although Yunseo was a strong looking guy, you weren’t worried about Felix getting injured, he’d done taekwondo for twelve years, he was more than capable of taking care of himself during a fight. It was more the watchful eye that the professor was sending over to your group that was concerning you.
You grabbed onto Felix’s wrist firmly trying to ground him, “Felix, calm down” you tried to speak softly trying not to alert anyone else of what was going on.
You felt Yunseo’s breath hit the back of your neck and you froze with eyes growing wide at how close he was, and you felt Felix react to his closeness, feeling his muscles contract under your grasp. Felix’s eyes were still fixed on the man behind you, and he moved right up into you in a protective way, glaring over you.
“Felix.” You hissed opting to instead drag him out of the room and away from the situation.
Yunseo held his cocky smirk but didn’t say anything further while he held eye contact with Felix as you tugged him away and out of view.
Once you were out of site and around the side of the building you let go of Felix’s wrist and let out a sigh turning to face him, but before you could say anything Felix rushed over to you with a concerned look on his face.
He took your face into his hands and caressed you gently while he scanned over you, “Are you okay? He’s such a jerk.”
Your eyes widened at Felix’s sudden shift in demeanour. He was ready to kill Yunseo inside or at the bare minimum beat the shit out of him, but now he was back to the usual Felix you knew, soft and caring.
“Felix, I’m fine, I’ve dealt with worse.” You reassured him, reaching up and grasping his hands pulling them away from your face.
He frowned at you in response, and you saw his composure come back to him as he relaxed his shoulders.
“That guy is such a dick.” Felix cursed rocking his head side to side in annoyance like he was trying to stretch the muscle there and couldn’t.
You let out another sign and leaned up against the building wall with your back to it.
“Yes, but you didn’t have to go all psycho on him, I was handling it.” You crossed your arms across your chest again but this time it was in a relaxed way.
You weren’t annoyed that Felix had defended you back there, it was actually quite attractive watching Felix’s devotion for you as he defended your honour. The truth was you had always stuck to your independence, not wanting anyone to feel like they needed to protect you, you wanted to be your own knight in shining armour.
Felix arched an eyebrow at you and came over to you placing a hand on the wall either side of you, like he had done the previous night in your room. It made your stomach erupt with butterflies as he ducked his head down low to look deeply into your eyes.
“You’re right, I didn’t have to act like that.” He agreed placing a quick peck to your nose before continuing, “But I wanted to. No one and I mean no one, gets to talk to you like that- especially in front of me.”
You audibly swallowed the saliva that had pooled in your mouth at his words and tried to push away the fluttering within you. What was Felix doing to you? It was as if he had gone rogue on your arrangement, the lines were beginning to blur, and your fight or flight was kicking in.
You ducked under Felix’s right arm, escaping the position he had you in against the wall and put some distance between you.
“For what it’s worth, thank you Lix.” You said eyes looking at the ground as you shifted nervously, “But you know how I feel about our classmates knowing what’s going on, next time I’ve got it, okay?”
You saw Felix’s composure falter for a second, but he covered it almost instantly, leaning himself back against the wall, arms crossed as you had been a moment ago.
Felix nodded before looking away from you and off into the distance.
“Do you mind grabbing my stuff? I can’t be in class with that dickhead right now.” Felix asked scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin, a habit he had adapted when he felt guilty.
“Sure.” You nodded turning to head back to class.
You paused in place. You felt awkward leaving things like this, and you didn’t want Felix to think you were mad at him, so you turned and skipped over to Felix pressing a kiss into his check whispering in his ear, “It was really hot though.”
With that you left a gobsmacked Felix leant up against the wall as you hurried off to go and collect his things.
When you returned to the computer lab, Yunseo was gone and Hana was sitting alone at the table, head centimetres away from her electronic sketchpad finishing off an animation she was working on.
“Looks great so far Hana!” You complimented as you began to gather Felix’s and your things, deciding you didn’t want to be in class anymore either.
Hana jumped a little, having been too absorbed in her drawing to notice you approach the table at all.
“Thanks.” She mumbled shyly giving you a quick glance before continuing her drawing.
“We’re heading out for the day; Yunseo has ruined our mood. Felix and I will make sure to send you what we worked on today.” You explained to Hana as you swung your bag over your shoulder and held Felix’s in your other hand.
Hana nodded, looking up from her sketchpad to address you, “Yunseo and Professor Choi had an argument and Yunseo stormed off.”
You let out a sigh and used your spare hand to gently squeeze Hana’s shoulder, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll sort Yunseo out another time and get him back on track. Just focus on what you need to do, and Felix and I will deal with the rest.” You gave her a smile trying to reassure her as much as you were trying to reassure yourself.
“Okay.” She replied, “See you.”
You quickly exchanged goodbyes with Hana and headed out of the door with the stuff you had collected, trying not to make Felix wait too long.
Felix seemed surprised as he saw you round the corner with not only his backpack, but your study bag and raised an eyebrow at you. He had sparked up a cigarette since you left him and was breathing out a puff of smoke as you extended his backpack to him.
“Want to get some breakfast and act like this morning hasn’t happened?” You asked him, shrugging casually.
Felix grinned warmly at you and took a long drag of the cigarette between his fingers, before blowing the smoke in your direction teasingly.
Anyone else would be offended by the action, but Felix knew regardless of how much you criticized him for his unhealthy habit, you found it extremely attractive.
You scrunched your nose and pouted as the harsh scent of cigarette smoke slapped your nose.
“Sure darling, my shout.” Felix agreed to your suggestion, throwing the last of his cigarette on the floor and stamping it out with his shoe.
Felix took in your pouty expression from him smoking and reached out pinching your cheeks inward with one hand to push your pout out further to which he pressed his lips against yours briefly.
“I promise I’ll ditch the cigs eventually.” He smirked giving you a wink to which you rolled your eyes and pulled your head away from his grip.
“Whatever, let’s go before I change my mind.” You huffed heading off into the direction of your group’s local coffee shop hangout with Felix falling into step beside you.
The week had flown by quickly and you’d spent most of your time working on the group project or trying to finish your coding assignment.
You had learned that Yunseo was chatted by the professor that day for his poor behaviour and was told if he didn’t fix things and prove he did his part of the assignment to the best of his ability, he risked failing the unit and having to repeat it next term. Ever since that day he had suddenly become more enthusiastic to participate.
It was now Friday night, the night before the 3Racha dorm party and you were currently curled up on your bed with Felix watching a K-Drama he had recommended, on your mini projector for your weekly Netflix and chill night.
Your Netflix and chill nights were never fixed to one certain day, but they had to occur at least once per week, and they were used to relieve your stress from the week through each other.
By the end of whatever you were watching Felix normally had his hands down your pants and his lips pressing scorching kisses into your neck and sometimes you didn’t even make it to the end of what you were watching.
Your roommate was over at Hyunjin’s dorm having a study night for their shared classes, so you took the opportunity of an empty dorm to hold your usual hangout with Felix.
Tonight, felt oddly different. Felix had his arms wrapped around you protectively, one of his hands was caressing the back of your head and was gently stroking your hair. Occasionally he would press a light kiss into your hair, normally when you let out a giggle at something on the screen or when you hummed in content- a reaction to how fuzzy his hand in your hair was making you feel.
You had your arms wrapped around his waist and you were clinging to his side, fingers toying with the band of his black sweatpants, but you had no desire to pull them off, rather you found comfort in moving your fingertips to graze over the skin of his hip, earning another light kiss from Felix every time you did.
“Are you still going to the party tomorrow night?” Felix asked out of the blue as the episode came to an end, displaying the next episode beginning in ten seconds’ screen.
“Yeah, it’ll be good to see everyone, I haven’t seen a lot of the gang in forever.” You exclaimed pulling your head back from his chest to look up at him as you spoke.
“Let me know if it gets too much, I don’t mind coming back here with you and hanging.” Felix informed you, his hand that was stroking your hair moving down to trail his thumb from your temple to your lips.
His finger was surprisingly soft as he traced your bottom lip staring intently at his finger gliding across it.
“You don’t have to leave the party just because of me.” You stated looking up at him with doe eyes, “It’s not your job to make sure I’m comfortable in social settings.”
Felix’s features contorted momentarily, and his thumb’s movement stilled at your words and then dropped from your face to land on your hip.
“Yeah. I guess.” Felix mumbled looking back to the projector screen on the wall of your bedroom as the next episode begun.
Your gaze lingered on Felix. You weren’t oblivious and no matter how much you tried to convince yourself it wasn’t the case; things were shifting in your arrangement. Normally by now Felix would have made a move to initiate what your arrangement was for, but he hadn’t so much as groped you or even at the bare minimum looked at you with lusting eyes.
Was Felix regretting crossing the line from friends to friends with benefits? Had he wished you’d remained just friends? Did he not want to have sex with you anymore?
There was only one way to find out.
You moved your hand down to Felix’s arm that was resting over your stomach- the arm of the hand on your hip and began delicately dragging your fingertips up and down his arm causing goosebumps to appear.
You heard Felix suck in a sharp breath as he became aware of your actions, however his eyes remained trained on the projector screen ahead of you watching the new episode that had begun to play.
When you failed to get Felix’s attention, you let your fingertips glide up his arm, trailing over the bumps of his muscles and veins all the way up to his neck where you drew circles eliciting deep breaths from Felix as he tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the projector.
You narrowed your eyes at him. Why was he trying to resist you? He knew he didn’t have to hold himself back, that on nights like these you were at his beck and call- to have you whenever he wanted. All he had to do was respond or initiate it and you were his.
You leaned up to his ear, ghosting your lips over his cheek before whispering in the most seductive tone you could muster, “I want you, Felix.”
As soon as your words left your lips, Felix sprung up out of your bed and away from your touch like you had just shocked him with an electric current.
“…Y/N…I…” Felix stammered looking around the room but refusing to make eye contact with you as he tried to find the words he wanted to say.
His cheeks were brightly flushed, and now that he was standing in front of you, you could see the strain in his pants where his erection was pleading to be freed. If he wanted you, why was he resisting you?
Your curiosity was gnawing at you, begging you to find out why Felix was acting so differently from how he normally acted. You hated making Felix uncomfortable and you didn’t want to make the situation any worse, but you desperately needed to know what the hell was going on with him.
“Okay, what the hell is going on Felix?” You asked genuinely concerned over his behaviour.
He had been so physically affectionate with you at the start of this week, even going as far to publicly defend you when Yunseo had argued with you and yet now, he was jumping away from you the moment you tried to be intimate. None of it made sense.
“Nothing is going on.” He quickly breathed out, walking over to your dressing cabinet and putting away your folded laundry like it was something that needed to be done in this exact moment.
Your eyes followed him around the room as he moved, “Bullshit, what have I done?” You demanded refusing to believe that nothing was bothering him.
Felix quickly turned himself back to face you, waving his hand dismissively to your remarks, “No, no! You haven’t done anything!” He hurriedly clarified as if the thought of you thinking you had done something wrong was absurd.
You didn’t believe him that you hadn’t done anything, why else would he be acting this way, but you also didn’t want to press him if he wasn’t ready to talk about it.
Felix could tell you didn’t believe what he said, so he let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding and came back to sit next to you, taking your hand in his, holding onto it ever so gently and rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly.
“It’s not that I don’t want you, I always want you.” Felix tried to explain still refusing to meet your eyes, “But I also really enjoy just being your friend and hanging out with you.”
There it was all your fears were answered and it was just as you had expected. He was having second thoughts about your arrangement. You felt your stomach fall.
You pulled your hand slowly out of Felix’s touch, suddenly feeling like it no longer belonged in his hand and Felix finally looked at you to see hurt and disappointment on your face.
“Only sometimes.” He tried to further explain, “And this isn’t me calling off our arrangement!” He was searching desperately for the right words as he watched you recoil from his side uncomfortably.
“Then what are you doing? I don’t understand.” You asked bringing your knees up to your chest resting your back on the headboard, so you were physically the farthest away from Felix on the bed.
“I’m saying, I know our rule is only sex, but sometimes I just want to hold you and drift off to sleep or shower you in affection that isn’t sexual.” Felix tried his hardest to make you understand what he was saying, and you finally understood what he meant.
Was Felix that afraid of commitment? He knows what this means surely? He was asking for more out of your arrangement, something that would blur the lines more than they had already been.
“Friends don’t do that sort of stuff Felix.” You muttered over your arms where your chin rested on them above your knees.
“We aren’t just friends though darling; we are friends with benefits. I’m just asking for more benefits.” Felix suggested crawling on the bed to sit right in front of you, giving you nowhere to run.
You looked into his eyes, and you could see the sincerity there, he really wanted you to agree with this, but you weren’t completely satisfied with these upgrades to your arrangement. Felix was basically asking you to do things that a girlfriend would do, without the title girlfriend, without the reassurance a girlfriend has and without the devotion of love.
It was a huge thing for him to ask of you, especially when he knew how adamant you were at the start of your arrangement with this only being about sex. You didn’t want one of you to get hurt, but here you were hurting, because you had just realised you wanted to be Lee Felix’s girlfriend and he just wanted to be your friend with benefits.
You looked away from him as you felt your heart twist upon the realisation of your feelings and blinked away the tears that were beginning to prick behind your eyes.
Felix noticed your shift in demeanour, he always did and placed his hands softly onto the outer parts of your shoulder’s rubbing soothingly like he had done earlier with his thumb on your hand.
“Hey, look at me, darling.” One of his hands left your shoulder to gently tilt your chin in his direction, making you look into his eyes once more. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Felix apologised and you shook your head, he didn’t need to apologise for his lack of feelings.
“No, it’s okay, I’m okay.” You tried to reassure him by opening your posture to him and letting your knees and arms fall from their closed off stance. You reached out wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and you shifted yourself from your sitting position to climb into his lap and straddle him.
Felix’s hands instinctively fell to your waist holding you against him and he pressed a kiss into your cheek hesitantly like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do so anymore.
“We can do that, if that’s what you want.” You finally said voice light and Felix seemed unhappy with your answer.
His hands left your hips and moved upward to cup your face delicately in his hands, so you were forced again to look into his eyes.
“I only want it, if it’s something you want to do.” He said honestly and this time you believed what he told you, “If you want this to just be sex, then we can do that. I just thought that sometimes when one of us isn’t feeling up to it, we can still hang out and be around each other, because the truth is I love spending time with you and just chatting with you.”
You didn’t know how to talk to him about your concerns, about how if you hung out together like you had the other night then you weren’t just friends with benefits and you weren’t just friends either, doing those things meant something to you.
It wasn’t just somebody kissing you or holding you because it felt nice. It was Felix kissing you and holding you and it made you feel something. You no longer wanted to be just his friend or just his friends with benefits, when the benefits were more intimate than just casual sex.
Regardless of what he said about wanting what you wanted, you knew he didn’t have the feelings that you had, and you could see in his eyes he really did want to be able to cuddle you and hang with you even if no sex was involved. You could never say no to him and secretly despite your concerns about getting hurt more than you were already starting to, it also excited you to know you’d be able to spend even more time with Felix.
You leaned into his touch and gently slotted your lips against his, feeling his lips morph into a smile as he kissed you back, using his hands on your cheeks to deepen the kiss and take control of it.
He kissed you so slowly and passionately that you were taken by surprise, almost letting a gasp escape your lips. Felix kissed you as if he was trying to show you how happy it would make him for you to agree to his suggestion and how grateful he would be as a result.
You felt Felix’s tongue glide over where your lips met, but before he could deepen the kiss further you pulled away to look at him. His lips were puffy and swollen from the kiss and his eyes scanned your face trying to decipher your feelings, but you made sure to mask them and appear happy about your new arrangement which you were just about to agree too.
“I want to make sure I have this right.” You spoke up shuffling slightly, so you were sat fully in his lap, ignoring the half hard erection underneath you that you were now sitting on. “You want us to extend our friends with benefits, so that the only benefit isn’t just sex, but also hanging out cuddling and sleeping over?”
Felix nodded and bit the bottom of his lip nervously as he patiently waited for your answer.
You sucked in a deep breath, knowing full well this was only going to hurt you more in the long run, but your fear of Felix finding someone else he could do everything he wanted with, who didn’t care about titles or commitment scared you more than getting hurt did.
“We might need to update our rules then.” You stated with a nervous giggle.
Felix’s deep-toned chuckle caused his body to vibrate under your touch and he looked at you fondly.
“I barely even remember our rules to be honest, I’ve just been going with the flow.” Felix laughed moving his hands back down to your waist and resting them there comfortably.
“Let’s make them easier to remember this time.” You laughed along with him before stating your new rules, “No catching feelings, no sleeping with other people, keep it out of the classroom and only do what we are both comfortable with.”
Felix thought over the rules you had listed, and you almost thought he was going to disagree with you, but he slowly nodded and muttered out a “sounds good to me” before he pulled you into a tight comforting hug.
You melted into his hold and closed your eyes. You didn’t know how you were going to ignore the feelings starting to wrap themselves around your heart, but you were willing to try if that meant keeping Felix and the situationship you had built.
You blinked away the sleep from your eyes and let out a curse as you were met with the blinding flash of sunlight peeking through your bedroom blinds.
You had spent the rest of your Friday night finishing the season of the k-drama Felix and you had started, while cuddling into each other and drifting to sleep in a similar position.
Felix was still sound asleep next to you, your legs tangled up with his and his hand was outstretched towards you, as if he was trying to reach for you in his sleep.
You held back a coo that rose in your throat at the peaceful and adorable pouty face, sleeping Felix was making.
Once you had agreed to being intimate in other ways when sex wasn’t needed, Felix had attached himself to you, even following you into the kitchen to stay near you when you cooked the two of you dinner.
You definitely didn’t hate having Felix with you constantly, in fact you enjoyed it more than you should, but having him around and being so loving toward you, didn’t help your overpowering feelings for him.
You watched, captivated by the slow rise and fall of his chest and the soft whimpers that filtered out from between his pillowy lips.
His nose scrunched up as a strand of his silvery blonde hair tickled the tip of his nose and you reached out to move it out of his face affectionately.
Felix shuffled in his sleep and inched closer to you on the bed, still reaching out in your direction like his sleeping form could sense you there.
It startled you when you heard a faint slurry “Y/N” come from a sleepy Felix and his eyes were now half opened looking at you and still reaching for you.
You reached out in return, capturing his hand in yours and tucked him under the blankets more. He responded by nuzzling into the sheets and your pillow, his eyes fluttering closed once more, and it was hard to tell if he had even properly woken up when he called your name.
“Shh, sleep Lix.” You cooed letting go of his hand tucking it underneath the sheet with the rest of him and leaving a loving kiss to his forehead.
Felix hummed sleepily and once you heard his slow deep breaths return, you carefully removed yourself from the bed, convinced Felix had drifted back to sleep.
You walked into your bathroom, turning the tap on at your sink and begun splashing cool water into your face, trying to wake yourself up further.
Staring at your reflection you wondered how you had gotten yourself here. You were falling for your fuck buddy, you were breaking rule number one and there was nothing you could do about your feelings, beside ignore them and suppress them.
How successful could you really be with ignoring them or suppressing them? You had just spent another night with Felix doing everything intimate besides the one thing you originally agreed on, sex.
You needed to clear your head and focus on something else.
You decided that you hadn’t gone for a morning run in a long time and you hoped that the cool fresh morning air would bring some clarity on what to do in your situation.
Slipping quietly back into your bedroom, you grabbed your exercise leggings, a tank top and your sports bra and tip toed back out into the bathroom to get changed, managing not to disturb the sleeping boy in your bed.
Once you had gotten changed, you threw your hair up into a tight ponytail and went into the living room to put on your socks and your sneakers that were left by the front door.
You jogged your way out of your dorm complex and begun a slow run in the direction of the campus park.
The campus park was beautiful.
The centre of the park was a large, beautiful lake, that was home for ducks, lake fish and sometimes you were lucky enough to see the occasional swan. There was a bridge that went from the east side to the west side of the lake in case you were merely just passing through and needing a faster route, but the campus park wasn’t somewhere you hurried through.
The lake was surrounded by grassed areas, gardens full of blooming flowers, park benches and even off to the south side was a gazebo, which was famous for on campus proposals of the young and in love.
The campus park otherwise known as Lake Tranquil, was exactly that. Peaceful, breath taking and relaxing. It was the go-to place for majority of students to study and was just genuinely loved by all.
Art majors loved to come here for painting, photography and sketching. Music majors came for inspiration for songs or tracks. Hell, you had even seen some of the law students down here basking in the sunlight by the lake, shaking the stress away from mid-semester exams.
You often came to Lake Tranquil on your runs, as well as most of the students on campus.
Breathing in the fresh lake scented air, standing on the middle of the bridge to appreciate the scenery and picking a flower to put by your bed side- which was definitely not allowed, but no one ever stopped you- were some of your favourite things to do when you passed through.
Suddenly you felt yourself crash into a hard moving object and you clattered to the grass covered ground below you with a yelp. You ripped your ear buds from your ears to hear what the person above you was saying.
“Oh my god! Y/N, are you okay?” Minho’s startled voice asked confirming he was what you had run into.
You looked up at him cupping your hand over your forehead to block away the sun denying your vision. Minho stood bent at the waist, holding a hand outward to you in an offer of helping you back to your feet and a concerned look apparent on his features.
You let out an awkward laugh, embarrassed that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings and had run straight into one of your and Felix’s close friends.
You placed your hand in his and let him pull you back onto your feet.
“Sorry about that Min! Yeah, I’m okay, you didn’t get hurt, did you?” You asked while brushing off the combination of dirt and grass that had attached to the fabric of your leggings.
Minho shook his head in response to your question and then raised an eyebrow at you, “Where have you been hiding, it’s been far too long since I’ve seen you!” Minho questioned you.
He was observing your face intricately with a smug expression on his features, like he secretly knew what had been keeping you away from the friend group, but wanted to hear you admit it.
“Classes, assignments, homework…you know the usual.” You shrugged avoiding mentioning the main distraction from your friends.
Minho breathed out a chuckle and then bit his lip, like he was trying to physically hold himself back from speaking out what he wanted, but he did it anyway, “Not some guy around this tall, blondish silver hair, ‘I don’t care for relationships, but I’m a simp for Y/N’ type of attitude and conveniently also been missing from the friend group, distracting you from hanging with your friends?”
Minho held his hand up to just below his own height going along with the bit, his smug expression not faltering for a second as your cheeks burned with embarrassment.
You weren’t embarrassed by your arrangement with Felix, you weren’t even embarrassed by Minho talking about you and Felix spending too much time with each other. You were embarrassed by the fact that Minho knew the effect Felix had on you, that you would discard everything just to spend time with Felix.
If he had noticed it, who else had?
“Well…yes I’ve been spending a bit more time with Felix, but that has nothing to do with the friend group, you know I love you guys!” You instinctively defended yourself crossing your arms across your chest in a defensive position and shifted uncomfortably under Minho’s teasing gaze.
“Hmm, if you say so.” Minho hummed in disagreement, “You going to the party tonight?” He asked changing the conversation at the awareness of your sudden demeanour shift.
You relaxed a little at the topic change, “Yeah, Lix invited me earlier in the week, you?”
“Yeah, heading over early to help the boys set up and by boys, I mean Chan because we all know the other two aren’t helping.” Minho chuckled before reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone, checking the notification he had just received. “I got to go, but put some time aside tonight for your friend group, yeah?”
You felt your cheeks-which had only just started losing their rosy-red colour- heat back up again at Minho’s reference to you spending too much time with Felix.
“Yeah, of course!” You responded as he threw a wave over his shoulder, already jogging away from you in the direction he was going before he bumped into you.
You watched Minho jog away into the distance and you couldn’t help a feeling of helplessness wash over you. Minho was always the type of person to speak in secret references or have a deeper meaning hidden amongst his words. Was he trying to tell you, that your feelings for Felix were obvious and if you weren’t ready to reveal them, you needed to do a better job at hiding them?
Did Felix know how you felt and that’s why he stopped wanting to have sex with you? Scared you’d take more out of the act than agreed upon?
You shook your head, expelling yourself from your spiralling thoughts and pushed your earbuds back into your ears, turning up the volume as loud as you could handle and began running again.
You ended up running around the entirety of Lake Tranquil, before you found yourself back in front of your dorm door, typing in the code and entering.
You could hear the distant sound of running water coming from the direction of your bathroom and your roommate’s bedroom door was wide open, with no trace of her return to the dorm, indicating it was still only you and Felix in the dorm.
As you approached the bathroom, you thought over what you were about to do and if it was a good idea or not.
You had showered with Felix plenty of times before, always starting out innocent, but eventually steaming up into some of the best sex you’d ever had as the water cascaded down both of your conjoined figures.
You knew that if you entered the shower with Felix, he would know what it means, but you were sweaty from your run and you were intrigued to find out if he would continue to try and resist you, even in a situation where you both knew sex was inevitable.
You entered the bathroom slowly, making sure not to be too obvious, wanting to sneak in with him. Felix’s figure could be seen through the fogged-up shower glass, standing under the water current with his back to you.
You hurriedly discarded your clothes, eyes not leaving Felix’s body as he began washing his hair and you moved forward to the shower glass.
As if he suddenly sensed your presence Felix turned around, your eyes meeting. His eyes were widened slightly in surprise, but as soon as they widened, they shifted and relaxed with desire filling over his brown orbs as he scanned his eyes down your completely naked figure.
“Good morning, Darling.” He breathed out emphasising on the good while the water slashed harshly at the back of his neck from his stilled position under the stream.
“Morning, Handsome.” You quipped back, sliding open the glass shower door and stepping into the shower in front of Felix.
His hands instantly reached for you, finding their home on your waist and pulling you flush into him as he attached his lips to yours in a heated kiss.
You moaned unexpectedly into his lips which caused a groan to slip out of his own lips as he took your bottom lip in between his teeth biting down gently but hungrily.
You wrapped your hands around to his back where you let your fingernails glide from the tops of his shoulder blades downward, leaving searing red marks in their trail that sent shivers down Felix’s spine.
Felix threw his head back with a gasp disconnecting your lips, an expression of pure ecstasy passing across his features. You smiled triumphantly as you felt his erection hard and big leaning up against where you were pressed into him.
His hands on your waist tightened as he gripped you firmly, pulling you forward and spinning you around until your back hit the shower wall with a soft thud.
As soon as your back hit the wall, Felix was all over you. It was like you had snapped a switch within him as his lips pressed over your collarbone, up your neck and around your earlobes, nibbling into the skin there leaving marks you know wouldn’t be able to be covered by makeup.
His hands travelled painfully slow up from your hips, tracing his fingertips delicately on the skin of your naked sides causing your heart to accelerate, and your breaths to come out as pants that formed into breathy moans.
Your hands moved to hold his biceps trying to ground yourself while the only emotion you could sense was want and desire for Felix, becoming overwhelming as you extended your neck back against the wall, giving Felix more access to it.
“I want you so bad.” Felix groaned, thrusting his hips against you and pushing himself further into your skin, if that was even possible.
His cock was red and angry pressed up against your lower stomach, trapped in between your two bodies. You didn’t need him to tell you that, you could sense in every essence of his being that he wanted you and you wanted him just as badly.
“I’m yours.” You moaned back at him in response, rolling your hips forward against him chasing any type of friction.
Your words seemed to trigger something in Felix as he froze marking your neck and focused on slowing his breathing down.
Felix pulled himself slowly away from you, clearly trying to relax himself as he put some distance between you.
As you looked over his panicked expression, you realised what you had just said. You idiot. It’s not like you hadn’t said the sentence before, but with Felix displaying commitment issues as of late, your choice of words was a huge mistake.
“Felix…I” You swallowed trying to slow your own heart beat down as you moved forward, your hand reaching out for his arm, trying to pull him from his head that he had disappeared into.
The second your hand touched Felix’s arm he retracted from your space and hurried out of the shower, grabbing his towel and making quick efforts to dry himself as quickly as possible.
“I forgot I had to help Chan with something before the party today, I’ve got to go.” Felix spoke almost emotionlessly as he dried himself off and began throwing his clothes on.
You stood stunned in place, fallen against the wall, your head hung low too ashamed to look up at him. You felt dirty, stupid and vulnerable.
Just like the last time you were in the shower with the departure of Felix, you felt the water grow cold and the slight breeze of the room was harshly reminding you of reality setting in.
Before Felix exited the bathroom, he glanced over at your slumped saddened self and frowned. He moved back over to the shower and reached a hand through the stream, avoiding the water getting on his clothes to pick up your hand in his.
He pulled you forward under the stream completely and through it to the other side, where you came face to face with him.
“I’m sorry, I’ll see you later, okay?” His voice was soft now, a hint of sadness to it and concern.
You couldn’t find your voice, so you opted a simple nod, eyes still refusing to leave the tiled floor of the shower.
You felt him squeeze your hand in his and his lips pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, before he removed himself from your space once more and exited the bathroom without another word.
You crumpled to the tiled floor and let your head hide away into your hands, knees drawn to your chest, and you let out the tears and sobs you had held back while Felix was still here.
All your fears from your run earlier had just been answered.
You were in love with Felix, Felix knew how you felt, but he didn’t love you back.
The rest of the day leading up to the 3Racha dorm party you spent moping around your dorm. Your roommate had arrived back around lunch time, saying they’d crashed at Hyunjin’s overnight and were in need of doing more study for other units before the party tonight.
You had tried to distract yourself with study at some point during the day, but your thoughts would soon spiral into the recent memories with Felix and the feeling of regret and embarrassment would fill you with dread not long after.
There were only a few hours left until the party and you were currently dissociated, staring at the wall of your bedroom.
You were contemplating whether even still going tonight would be a good thing. If you went, there was no way you could escape Felix, you would have to see him eventually and that could make everything worse, but then at the same time, Minho had mentioned your lack of engagement within the friend group and he wasn’t wrong, you had barely spent any time with them in the last month.
If only you hadn’t been so foolish this morning.
Letting out a long-drawn-out sigh you let your body fall to the side in defeat on top of your bed, curling into the fetal position and hiding your head in your hands ashamed.
You felt your phone vibrate from next to you, bringing you out of your sullen emotions and you reached one arm out to feel around the sheets for your phone.
Once in your grasp you held the phone up to eye level and to your surprise you had a few text messages from Felix.
The text messages only confused your feelings more. What was Felix playing at, one minute he’s jumping away from you at the slightest mention of you being his and now he can’t wait to see you tonight?
You groaned throwing your phone to the side and burying your head into your blankets.
As much as you wanted to wrap your blankets around you and spend the night wallowing in self-pity, you couldn’t, you had promised Minho, your roommate and now Felix that you would make it tonight.
Across the hallway into your roommate’s room, you could hear her blow-dryer going, indicating she was finished with her study and getting ready for the party.
You looked down at your comfy home clothes and let out a sigh, dragging yourself out of the welcoming embrace of your bed sheets and began looking through your closet for something to wear.
You opted for a black mini skirt that flared out slightly around your thighs, giving you easy movement if you decided to join the dance floor with some tight black safety shorts underneath just in case. You paired the skirt with an off the shoulder blood red crop top, that flowed with a frill around the top of the shirt and shoulder’s where it draped down, as well as black converse shoes, a wide clunky belt that hugged your waist in the right places and various jewellery to pull the outfit together.
You left your hair out, letting it flow down your back, but still combed it through styling it to how you preferred.
As you were finishing off your makeup, you phone pinged from next to you, signalling you had another string of incoming texts. Some from Minho demanding you actually show yourself tonight and a few more from Felix asking if you were there and then asking when you were arriving.
You saw the time was 8:04pm and you cursed that you had taken longer to get ready than you had thought.
You raced around your room, grabbing your things and then headed toward your roommate’s room to tell her to hurry up.
You poked your head around the corner and saw your room mate sitting at her dressing table, smiling widely down at her phone as she typed a text message back, to who you could only assume was her best friend Jeongin.
They were inseparable from the moment Hyunjin introduced the two of them and you were grateful to have someone so caring to call your roommate.
You weren’t the closest of roommates, she hadn’t been living with you for too long, but you wouldn’t want anyone else as your roommate.
Everyone could see the looks your roommate and Jeongin shared, and no one believed them when they said they were just friends, this was a prime example of it.
Your roommate turned her head noticing you standing in her doorway and you gave her a friendly affectionate smile.
“You ready to go? Felix is wondering where we are.” You rolled your eyes playfully in a teasing manner.
“Let me just brush my teeth, then I’ll be good to go.” She smiled at you while tying her shoelaces.
You thought over the recent events with Felix, the mixed signals he had been displaying and your overwhelming sense of confusion to who you were to Felix at all. Your roommate was closer with the friend group, due to her hanging around them more and having a deeper connection with more of the members of the group.
Although she wasn’t super close with Felix, it wouldn’t hurt asking her opinion of Felix as you had never bothered to ask before.
“You are friends with the boys more than I am,” You stated entering her room and leaning against the wall next to the door frame, “What do you think of Felix?” you continued and asked in a serious tone.
Your roommate stopped tying her shoelaces and sat up to look at you, seemingly confused, “I would assume you know Felix better than I do?”
You blushed at her words and let out a nervous laugh, “In some ways I guess, but would you say he’s a good person?”
She arched an eyebrow at you, “Yeah? Why? Has something happened between you guys?” She asked appearing like she was lost on what this conversation even meant.
“No! No, nothing than the usual…well…never mind it’s not important.” You suddenly felt like talking about your feelings wasn’t a good idea.
“Look, I don’t know the full extent on what is going on with you two, but you seem to both really enjoy what you have. Felix is a great guy, you’re a great girl. Live in the moment and try not to overthink so much. Overthinking only leads to bad things.” She advised you, standing up from her dressing table and straightening her outfit.
You pondered over her words and then mentally tried to shake the worry out of you.
Your roommate was right. You might have feelings for Felix, but until Felix was willing to have that conversation- and even if he did the result could be terrible- there wasn’t anything you could do.
You just had to live in the moment and be happy that you got to be with Felix in whatever capacity you could.
“You’re right. Brush your teeth and let’s go, I need a drink desperately.” You laughed pushing yourself off the wall behind you and exiting your roommate’s room to wait for her in the living room.
By the time you and your room mate rocked up to the infamous 3Racha dorm, music was blearing loudly, people were scattered absolutely everywhere, and party lights were shining brightly out the front door and any cracks of windows that weren’t covered by curtains.
The living room had been cleared to make a makeshift dance floor and the open plan kitchen counter was turned into a DJ set up, where Chan was perched proudly mixing for the small crowd dancing. His girlfriend was beside him drinking and talking to who you knew was her roommate. The entry way to the back patio had a group of people playing drinking games in a circle on the floor and the back glass double doors were fully open to reveal a beer pong table assembled and a group playing.
You passed Minho and Changbin on your way through the doorway into the living room and Changbin threw his arm around your roommate dragging her away from you and into their conversation.
Minho perked up upon seeing your arrival to the party, happy that you had decided to keep to your promise, and you sent him a wink.
“I’ll see you later, I’m gonna go find Felix!” You shouted over the music to the group of three to which your roommate nodded with a smile.
You left the three of your friends and decided to check outside first, as you had scanned the first floor on entry and couldn’t see Felix anywhere nearby.
Passing the group playing beer pong, you walked further outside. There were significantly less people out here, being too early in the night for people to require air or needing to spread out and relax.
There was a group of smokers sitting around an unlit campfire and you noticed the unmistakeable silvery blonde hair of Felix bobbing as he laughed at something one of the male smokers said to him.
You couldn’t control the smile that forced itself onto your face as you watched his smile crinkle the skin around his eyes, turning them into little crescent moons that outshone the moon that hung in the sky above you.
As if Felix sensed your arrival, his eyes drifted from the man in front of him to look at you standing on the patio near the beer pong table.
His mouth gaped slightly as his eyes raked down your body and then back up to meet your eyes again. He seemed mesmerised just by the sight of you.
Ignoring the man that was still talking to him, Felix stood to his feet and begun walking over to where you were standing on the patio, not breaking eye contact while he did.
“Darling, you look incredible.” He breathed out, not wasting a moment to bring you into his embrace for a longer hug than a typical friendly hug. It wouldn’t be a Felix hug, if he didn’t snuggle his face into your neck and breath in your scent, sending the familiar shiver down your spine that you could somehow never get use to.
You giggled nervously at the compliment, suddenly feeling lightheaded now that he had his arms around you again, even though you had only been in them this morning.
Felix was seeming to ignore what happened this morning and you didn’t want to make things awkward or make the situation worse, so you decided to do the same.
“What no cigarette? Are you feeling okay?” You joked pulling away just enough to give him your trademark smirk.
His eyes lit up at the fact you were willing to look past this morning and he gave your hips a squeeze in a silent agreement to move on and have a good night.
“I knew I was seeing you and thought I’d better hold off.” Felix smiled at you, finally pulling away from you to turn you away from the smoker’s area, slinging one of his arms over your shoulders and he begun guiding you back inside the party.
“It’s never stopped me from kissing you before, you know that right?” You said honestly falling into step beside Felix.
Before Felix could respond, you both were stopped in place by Jisung, Changbin and Minho who had blocked your path at the double doors to inside.
“And where do you think you two are going?” Changbin questioned putting his hands on his hips and furrowing his eyebrows in a serious stance like he was an angry mother whose child had just returned home late past curfew.
“To get drinks, didn’t know it was a crime, father.” Felix quick witted, pulling you into his side tighter as if the presence of your three friends was somehow a threat.
Changbin scoffed in annoyance at the insinuation he was treating Felix like a kid, but his features gave him away that he found this whole situation amusing.
“We have perfectly good drinks for you right here though.” Minho stated extending one of his arms to gesture to the beer pong table that was now cleared of the group that was originally playing on it when you arrived.
“Tempting, but the maths isn’t mathing and it appears we have one too many.” Felix responded going to step around the three boys, attempting to pull you with him, but Jisung linked arms with you and effectively ripped you from Felix’s grasp.
“Not fair! You’ve spent so much time with Y/N the last few weeks, learn how to share!” Jisung complained wrapping his arms around you from your right side and holding you firmly so you could not escape.
Felix was no longer willing to joke around. His jaw had set in place, his cheeks were flushed with red like he had eaten too much spice and he seemed almost ready to explode with anger as his eyes looked at you in Jisung’s arms.
“Stop fighting over her like she’s a toy.” Minho lectured, scolding Jisung with a slap to the back of his head which got Jisung’s arms to fall away from you. “Have you even bothered to ask what Y/N wants to do?”
Minho turned his attention to you with a raised eyebrow.
You could choose to go inside with Felix, get drinks, maybe talk about this morning or dance a little, but Minho’s voice from early in the morning rang through your mind.
‘Put some time aside tonight for your friend group.’
“I am feeling a bit competitive, can you spare me for just one game?” You directed your question to Felix with a pout and matching puppy eyes, trying to soften the blow of you choosing to hang with your friend group over spending time with him.
Even though Felix was annoyed, his eyes softened at your pleading expression, and he let out a sigh.
“Of course, come find me when you’re done, okay?” Felix responded leaning over to press a haste kiss to your cheek after you gave him a nod.
“You aren’t going to stay and watch Jisung and I, kick their butts?” Changbin asked shagging up Jisung’s hair affectionately, earning a groan from the younger boy.
Felix shook his head and bit his lip, still tense from Jisung’s actions with you, “Nah, I’m gonna grab a drink, chat to Chan and maybe have a smoke.”
“Your loss, something tells me this will be over pretty quick though.” Changbin shrugged sending a wink to Minho playfully.
Minho clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth in disagreement and playfully shoved Changbin away by a hand to his chest.
“Put your money where your mouth is, I bet $150 that Y/N and I stomp you both.” Minho bet moving over to the beer pong table to set up.
One game of beer pong turned into two as a result of Jisung and Changbin’s peer pressure and you were beginning to feel the effects of losing the first game and barely winning the second.
Felix hadn’t resurfaced, so after your second game finished you decided to head back inside the party before you could be talked into another round.
If you thought the party was well under way when you arrived, it was nothing compared to now. Either that or it was the fresh buzzing alcohol in your system.
The music seemed loud enough now that it was thumping in your chest, the small dance floor in front of the kitchen bench where Chan had left his playlist to run through was now covered with people dancing – more like grinding on each other to the beat, and getting around the dorm house was seemingly more difficult than before.
You were scanning the faces of people pushing past you and of anyone you could glance at, but none held the face of the man you were looking for.
Suddenly you felt someone’s hand wrap around your wrist, and you were tugged by someone near the bottom of the staircase out of the crowd you were in.
You stumbled a little on your feet and their hand on your wrist moved to your waist to stabilise you.
“Shit, sorry!” Seungmin apologised ensuring you were stable on your feet before he stood back from you giving your space back to you.
“Hey.” You giggled feeling a lightheaded from being jostled around and the alcohol, “Is everything alright?” You asked once you had composed yourself.
“Can we talk upstairs for a minute? Some stuff just happened.” Seungmin asked you, looking disappointed.
You weren’t as close with Seungmin like you were with some of the others in the group, so you had a feeling it might have something to do with your room mate and your face fell at the thought that something might have happened to her, especially if Seungmin wanted to talk with you.
“Of course, lets go.” You nodded taking the lead and walking up the stairs next to you with Seungmin following behind you.
Upstairs was almost like a different world to the party in full swing downstairs. There were only a few people hanging in the hallway, the bathroom was occupied, but with only a short line of people waiting, and the boys’ bedroom doors were all shut and locked indicating no more people were upstairs.
Seungmin took over the lead slipping past you and walked over to stand in front of the study turned music room door that was shut, but since it was at the end of the hallway, it gave you two a little privacy from the people waiting to use the bathroom.
“Sorry to pull you away, but I thought you should know about a situation that just unfolded.” Seungmin sighed running a hand through his hair in a distressed manner.
“What’s going on Seungmin, what’s this about?” You asked impatiently wanting to know if your roommate was okay, or what Seungmin could possibly be this worried about.
“Your roommate and Jeongin. I think they finally realised they both have feelings for each other. I knew Jeongin had been crushing on her for a while and I had my suspicions she felt the same way, but tonight it’s been made pretty clear it’s mutual.” Seungmin explained leaning his back against the wall like he needed the support to stand.
You let yourself fall back into the wall next to him and let out a ‘woah’ at the information just given to you.
“What happened tonight?” You questioned curiously while thinking through all the signs you’d seen from your roommate that she liked Jeongin.
“They were dancing, or should I call it for what it really was, basically dry humping. They looked like they were about to kiss, I was getting ready to track down Jisung and demand my winnings, but ‘cutie’ just panicked and ran out of the house. Don’t worry though, Hyunjin saw everything, and he’s gone to make sure she’s okay.” Seungmin explained further putting an emphasis on the nickname Jeongin always used in reference to your roommate- you’d even picked up the habit of calling her that every now and again.
“I mean, can’t say I’m surprised. I had my suspicions as well; they’ve never really acted like only just friends. Friends don’t look at each other like that.” You agreed pondering over the information just given to you and relaxing more against the wall knowing that your roommate had her other best friend to make sure she got home safe.
“Like how you and Felix look at each other?” Seungmin broke the seriousness of the conversation to smirk over at you.
You felt an uncontrollable blush creep across your cheeks. Was it seriously this obvious of your feelings for Felix?
“We’re different and I don’t need to remind you how…” You trailed off rolling your eyes at him trying to distract Seungmin from noticing the flush in your cheeks. You’d blame it on the alcohol even if he did.
“Oh yeah, totally different.” Seungmin said sarcastically as he held back a laugh crossing his arms across his chest and pushing himself off the wall, ready to head back down to the party. “Anyway, I just wanted to fill you in, in case you need to be there for her tonight.”
“Thanks, Seungmin and thank you for always looking out for Jeongin and cutie, it doesn’t go un noticed. You’re a great friend.” You expressed your gratefulness for Seungmin with a soft smile on your face and all the sincerity in your tone to back it up.
Seungmin’s iconic puppy grin took over his features at your words and he beamed with pride. He reached out pulling you into his chest for a brief hug in gratitude for your kind words.
“Y/N!” You all of a sudden heard Felix’s voice boom from the direction of the top of the stairs and you pulled away to see a very annoyed looking Felix marching toward the two of you.
From the way Felix had called over to you, the people waiting by the bathroom’s attention was now on the three of you, curious to see what was going on.
“I’ll catch you later Y/N.” Seungmin excused himself, leaving your side and heading past Felix.
“Sup Lix.” Seungmin greeted Felix as he walked over to him, but Felix just pushed passed him making a b line toward you and muttered a ‘we’ll chat later’ at a confused and stunned Seungmin.
“Hey Lixie, sorry I was coming inside to find-what’re you doing??” You tried to address Felix and explain your detour situation, but Felix just wrapped your wrist like Seungmin had previously done, but Felix had a much stronger grip on your wrist.
Felix tugged you toward Jisung’s door and to your surprise, swung open Jisung’s bedroom door and pulled you into it before slamming it shut behind you.
Before you could even question how Felix knew Jisung’s door was unlocked, Felix pushed you up against Jisung’s closed door and pressed himself flush against you, dipping his head so his face was directly in front of yours.
“What were you and Seungmin doing up here?” Felix questioned you, searching your eyes, prepared to detect any sense of nervousness or deceit.
“He wanted to tell me about Jeongin and my roommate, some stuff happened- wait, why is that important? What’s going on with you?” You demanded furrowing your eyebrows at his strange behaviour.
Felix’s hands left the position on your waist to trap you against the door, by placing one hand on either side of your head on the door like your defiance to his interrogation was a sign you were going to try and leave.
“Why’d he leave when I showed up then?” Felix continued his line of questioning, bringing his face closer to yours, grazing his nose against your cheek and jawline sending tingles wherever it traced.
“To give us a chance to talk? I don’t know, I’m not a mind reader Felix.” You were losing your patience now, Felix was coming across as jealous, which was making no sense to you in the slightest from his behaviour this morning to now.
Felix pulled away from your face to look at you taken a back by your sudden annoyance with him.
“I’m just asking. Why are you so defensive?” He scoffed taking a step away from you and crossing his arms across his chest, but still keeping your eye contact.
“Why are you on the attack? I was just speaking to one of OUR friends.” You argued back, gesturing between the two of you sharing a mutual friend. It’s not like he didn’t know Seungmin would NEVER try anything with you and even if he would, you were definitely not Kim Seungmin’s type.
“I’m not.” Felix stated quite bluntly and even though you were growing increasingly angry with the situation and the mixed signals he was giving off, you could tell Felix was trying to not let this escalate, “I was waiting for you inside like I said and then I see you being dragged upstairs by OUR friend, what am I supposed to think?”
It didn’t matter though, the way Felix had gone about asking these questions were out of line and maybe it was the alcohol in your system or maybe it was your self-respect kicking in, but you weren’t being accused of something that very clearly would never happen.
“Maybe think that it was Kim Seungmin I was with, my friend, your friend? If you don’t trust Seungmin that much, you should at least trust me enough to know I would NEVER do something like that you. Regardless of the fact we are only fuck buddies and you have no say over who I talk with anyway!” You exploded at Felix, pushing off the wall and walking up into his space with a scowl on your face.
Felix’s features fell into an almost pout at your sudden explosion and you saw hurt flash across his face after hearing your words.
Without giving Felix a chance to say anything, you continued, speaking more composed and at normal talking volume this time, “What is going on with you lately Felix?”
Felix froze in place by your question, like you had triggered a touchy topic with him.
When he didn’t respond you continued again, letting the rant that had been building up in you over the past week out.
“Between defending me against Yunseo, asking for more intimacy in our arrangement, rejecting any advances I make involving sex, being suspicious of me talking with Seungmin and this morning- I don’t know what to think Felix. What the fuck are these mixed signals?? You want me to be this laid-back fuck buddy one minute and the next you want me to be your unofficial girlfriend. It’s confusing as fuck. What do you want-”
You didn’t get to finish your sentence when Felix crashed his lips against yours, pushing you with force back up against Jisung’s still closed bedroom door.
His lips were hungry moving against yours, every movement they made was passion filled to the brim like he was trying to convey what all his previous actions of the week meant, but nothing was any clearer to you.
You were taken aback by his advances to begin with, but your lips moved just as hungrily against Felix’s, falling into the familiarity of kissing Felix. Kissing Felix was like a well-rehearsed dance, with months of practice and revisits.
The soft biting, he would apply to your bottom lip to get you to gasp, resulting in your mouth parting slightly to which he would take advantage of and glide his tongue between them, deepening the kiss making you moan out from the new sensation.
His hands roamed up your sides, then down again to rest upon your ass under your skirt where he gave you a strong squeeze, causing you to roughly break away from the kiss to let out a louder than you wanted moan.
Without hesitating Felix dropped his head into the crook of your neck as soon as your lips were removed from his, leaving wet imprints into the skin and adding more markings or replacing ones that were beginning to fade.
You tangled your hands in his silvery blonde locks and tugged earning a grunt from Felix as he rutted forward into you, pressing his hardening erection into you and pushing you further into the door.
You were consumed by his scent. Lemon and orange blossoms that had been drifting in the sea breeze glided on the air around you, sunk into your pores and demanded attention of your senses. Lulling you into giving in to him. You could never say no to the temptation. You breathed Felix, you wanted Felix, you loved Felix.
You loved Felix? There it was again. The overwhelming warmth spreading around and encasing your heart in the devotion to the man that had every opportunity to break it.
You halted your participation and froze against Felix. Felix immediately pulled away from you again, just enough to look into your scared eyes with his lust filled ones.
Felix’s desire for you, drifted out of his eyes as realisation began to fill them instead and he leaned forward so his forehead was resting perfectly against yours.
To your shock Felix let out a soft chuckle that sounded raspy with the hints of lust still remaining in his system.
“It’s okay Darling, I was scared too.” Felix admitted bringing a hand to rest on your cheek and play with a few strands of your hair to get you to look at him, bringing you nose to nose now.
Felix’s words only confused you further.
“Scared?” You repeated back almost dissociated from how hard you were trying to disconnect your emotions for Felix, so your feelings were no longer on display.
“I love you.” Felix whispered into a breath that tickled against your lips.
All lust was gone from his eyes, a new emotion that you had seen before filled his eyes that you were beginning to recognise. Love? Did Felix just say he loved you?
Your eyes widened as your brain registered what he had just said, your brain felt like it short-circuited snapping you back to reality.
Felix’s expression faltered slightly as he began to worry judging by your reaction, your mouth opening and then closing, and then repeating.
Felix cautiously slotted your chin into his thumb and pointer finger and tilted your head slightly to look directly into his eyes.
“I thought I felt it alone, I tried to hide it. It’s why I’ve been so distant and avoiding being too intimate with you, in case it slipped out. Tell me I’m not crazy. I know you feel this too.” Felix pleaded his eyes desperately searching your blown out eyes from shock.
“I-I…oh my god.” Was all you could seem to force out, before you swallowed hard and Felix finally felt like you were truly looking back at him, eyes no longer glazed over and distant.
“Sorry, you don’t have to say anything now. I don’t ever want to rush anything with you, I know that seems hypocritical considering how we started out, but I really do care so much for you Darling and I-” It was your turn to stop Felix from getting lost in his rambles, you pushed off the door behind you, cupping his face in your hands and pressed a soft, slow and love filled kiss to his lips.
Felix eagerly returned the kiss, lips moving slowly and passionately together, before you pulled away to look back into his eyes.
His eyes told you all you needed to know, and you couldn’t believe you didn’t see it before. It had been there the whole time, you were too caught up in your own confusion of feelings, to notice the feelings he’d been wearing on his sleeve the whole time.
“I love you too Felix.” You breathed out like a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders at the admission.
You physically saw the relief and happiness spread across Felix’s features as he let your words soak in. His smile grew up to his eyes and his hands reached for yours, bringing them up to his smile to press quick loving kisses into the skin of the top of your hands.
You couldn’t help the giggle that left your lips at the tickling sensation that spread where his lips travelled.
“You have no idea, how long I’ve been wanting to tell you that.” Felix spoke with a giddy tone into your hands as he continued prepping kissing there.
Felix piqued your interest, how long was long? “Now I’m intrigued, how long?”
Felix smiled up at you from behind your hands and used them to tug you into his chest, where he wrapped you into his embrace, “It was confusing at the start, trying to figure out what was lust and what was love, but I knew you were special ever since that first night we slept together.”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, you weren’t expecting him to have had feelings for you for this long.
“That’s why I’ve been avoiding sex, because sex wasn’t just sex for me anymore. I want to make love to you; I want you to feel how much I care for you, and I didn’t want to freak you out if I let it slip that I loved you while balls deep in you.” Felix laughed rubbing your hips to give his hands something to do.
You laughed with him, but you know that you never would have minded if he did. You might have been shocked for a second, but you know in your heart you would have confessed your feelings for him in return, regardless of the situation.
Felix’s words ignited your heart, he wanted you how you wanted him. Your feelings were mutual after all.
“Felix, I want nothing more than for you to make love to me.” You smiled watching the love in Felix’s eyes mixing with lust.
“Then let me love you.” Felix grinned moving his face toward you to bring you into another kiss, but before he could place his lips on yours, Jisung’s bedroom door swung open.
You both jumped at the intrusion and Felix instinctively pulled you completely into him, turning you both to the side so he was positioned slightly in front of you protectively.
Jisung stood in his doorway looking the most confused he’d ever been as he looked between Felix and you, then at you to Felix and he couldn’t bring the words to come out of his mouth.
Jisung shook his head forcing himself to address the awkward situation he had created by his arrival.
“Do I even want to know what’s going on here?” Jisung asked before realising you were both in his bedroom and annoyance appeared on his face, “YA! What are you both doing in here? Get out!” He whined.
Without responding to Jisung, Felix grabbed your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours and while laughing like a kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, dragged you out of the room behind him past a fuming Jisung.
Felix looked back at you as he raced for the stairs with you in tow behind him.
“Let’s get out of here darling.” He beamed at you before looking forward to pay attention to where his footing was going down the stairs.
As you watched Felix’s silvery blonde locks bouncing against his cheeks with every step he took, every now and again he would turn to look at you, making sure you were real, that you were following him wherever he was taking the two of you.
Every time he looked back, the party lights would dance across his face, reflecting in his eyes and you thought to yourself there was no one as beautiful as Felix, inside and out, and there was no where you would rather be, than hand in hand with the man you loved following him with your entire heart.
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Comfortable With You
➤ summary: it’s hard finding the love of your life on dating apps, which is why recruiting your roommate to help you get out of bad dates seems like a good idea. felix is the perfect candidate—his voice alone causes your dates to run in the opposite direction. with his help, you don’t even have to go through the awkward rejection phase. your plan seems to be working—until you kiss him
➤ pairing: lee felix x reader
➤ genre: roommates-to-lovers, fluff
➤ warnings: cursing, food & eating, alcohol consumption
➤ word count: 10k
➤ a/n: this is my fic for the summer 2 lovers collab hosted by @feliix ! everyone please be sure to show the other writers a lot of love for their fics <3
“You’re really neat, but… I don’t know if this is going to go anywhere.” You grimace at your own words, pulling the phone away from your ear to smack your forehead lightly. Neat? Really? That’s how you were going to console a guy after rejecting him?
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Plus One
Pairing: Non Idol!Lee Felix x afab reader
Request: No
Theme: Roommates to Lovers
Contains: Fluffiest fluff, cursing, suggestive themes.
Word Count: 4,798 words
Note: This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I might make a part two to this if y'all are interested!
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When you moved into town you were DESPERATE for a new roommate, you asked everyone and it turns out that a friend of a friend of an old college roommate had someone he knew who was looking for a roommate. It felt like the universe was on your side when you heard the news and you almost cried from happiness, but there was a catch (of course there was) the roommate was a dude.
Now the thing is usually you wouldn't mind rooming with a guy, you've lived with quite a few and other than them leaving messes for you to clean up occasionally they had all been pretty decent. You were worried because you had never met this Felix guy before so you had absolutely no idea what to expect. But everyone who had met the guy swore up and down that he was a great guy, very respectful, and made killer brownies, so you decided to meet up with him in person to judge for yourself.
The day came that you were supposed to meet up with Felix at a local café and get to know him, see if you would get along. You decided that if he was going to live with you it didn't really matter what you looked like, so you popped on your favorite oversized hoodie and a pair of leggings and made your way to the café. When you got there you shot him a text to let him know where you were sitting after grabbing an iced coffee. After what felt like five seconds you heard someone clearing their throat.
"Y/N?"
You looked up to see who the crazy deep voice belonged to and almost jumped out of your seat when your eyes laid on the most gorgeous person you'd ever seen. He looked like a fae creature, his long blonde hair caressing his face, the freckles across his cheeks looked like beautiful constellations, and he was dressed in a button-up layered under a beige sweater-vest and perfectly fitted blue jeans. Your brain did a hard reset and you realized he had asked you a question.
"Oh, shit, sorry, yeah I'm Y/N, you must be Felix?"
He smiled and you swore he looked like a ray of sunshine come down to Earth, you had to stop yourself from staring as he let out a low chuckle.
"Yep that's me! Am I not what you expected? You look... kinda shocked to be honest." he lightly chuckled and ran his hand over the nape of his neck.
"Oh no! Sorry I didn't really have expectations, I just feel like I should've dressed nicer is all." you looked down and cringed at your outfit choice.
"Oh! No worries! I think you look great!" He flashed you a toothy smile and slid into the seat next to you. "So, what do you want to know? I'm pretty much an open book!"
~✨~
That was six months ago. Six very long months of living with the most gorgeous creature to ever walk the Earth. You had to tell yourself at least once a day to get your shit together and stop ogling your roommate whenever he did the smallest thing like stretch his arms up to reveal a sliver of his lower abdomen or bake you brownies when work had you stressed out.
Not to mention his habit of touching and cuddling you.
His friends had warned you when you first met them that Felix loved skinship and he would probably break down your personal bubble like he did to all of them. But NOTHING could have prepared you for the amount of physical affection this man gave you. It started small of course, testing the waters, knees touching on the sofa during your weekly movie nights, holding your hand when you went out so you didn't get separated, things like that. But over time knee touching became full on cuddle sessions on the couch while you watched your favorite movies. Holding your hand at the bar became a hand wrapped around your waist. Eventually Felix had come to you in the middle of the night because his insomnia was acting up and he couldn't sleep and you offered to let him cuddle you. Now you two spent almost every night in your bed together.
It was honestly really nice. You hadn't dated anyone in years and you desperately craved physical affection. Nobody would guess it by looking at you, but secretly, you were just as much of a cuddle bug as Felix was.
The only problem is with every lingering touch, every time he fell asleep in your arms, you fell harder for him.
This became abundantly clear last Tuesday when he came bouncing through the apartment like someone had just given him a puppy.
~✨~
"Y/N~ guess whaaaattttt!!"
"What's up 'Lix?"
"My work is throwing a huge end of year party and I GET TO BRING A PLUSSS OOONNEEEE!!" He looked positively giddy at the idea of bringing a plus one, but you didn't know why. Felix is also going through a romantic dryspell.
"Is that so? Who are you planning on asking? Some cute girl got your eye?" As soon as the words left your mouth you saw the tips of his ears go pink and he looked down at his feet. "Oh. My. God. Does 'Lixxie have a crush on someone?" You teased him, but deep inside you were devastated at the thought of Felix being with someone else.
"No, nothing like that..." Felix trailed off then his eyes met yours and your heart ached at the sight. His cheeks were now a bright pink and he looked so bashful.
"Oh I'm sorry for teasing 'Lixxie you know anyone would be lucky to have you!" You said it sincerely because you really did mean it. Anyone would be lucky to have Felix in their life.
"It's okay, I was actually excited because I wanted to see if you'd come with me..." He looked away and then his eyes met yours again, filled with panic. "I mean not like a date or anything you're justoneofmybestfrie-"
"Felix," you saw his panic and cut him off "no worries, I would love to go with you!" You gave him a big smile. "Plus I would love to meet all the coworkers you've told me about!"
He let out a sigh of relief and smiled back at you. "Okay awesome! Its next Friday at 7pm, the dress is cocktail attire. I know you don't have a ton of clothes like that so I was thinking maybe this weekend we could go shopping? I want to find something to wear as well!" He positively beamed at you. Felix LOVES shopping, but he hates to go alone so you know that he would be really bummed if you said no.
"Of course I'll come with you 'Lix, who else would be able to tell me if my dress looks good or not." You started giggling at the thought of bringing one of the other guys you hung out with dress shopping. "I mean I could always ask Hyunjin but you know how he is." Felix busted out laughing at that, no doubt remembering the time you tore your dress on a fence before going to the bar with the guys and Hyunjin complemented your 'grunge' look before you told him that you had ripped it on the way in.
"Okay so let's hit the mall on Saturday?"
"Sounds good to me!"
~✨~
That is what led to your current situation, going to what felt like 5 billion stores (actually three) and watching your incredibly attractive roommate try on suit after suit.
"Y/N what about this one?"
You looked up to see him clad in a gorgeous blue suit that seemed to fit him just right. You had to stop yourself from literally drooling on the department store floor when he twirled around for you.
"It looks incredible 'Lix, like it was made for you!"
"You've said that about like the last three suits I've tried on." he rolls his eyes and inspects himself in the mirror.
"Well I can't help that all of these fit perfectly on you!" you weren't lying, the last three suits literally looked like they were tailored specifically with him in mind.
"Y/N!" Felix looks over at you and takes your face in his hands, his face is so close you can feel his breath on your nose. "I've just had the most amazing idea."
You tried to hide your blushing face by putting your hands over his and covering more of your face. "What idea?" You ask, trying not to sound too out of breath.
"We should go get you a dress and when we find the perfect one we can come back and I'll get a suit to match you!" He jumps back raising his hands in the air beaming while waiting to hear your response.
The thought of you and Felix matching at this party made your heart flutter a bit, to anyone who didn't know you, you would look like a couple. That thought alone made you feel all sorts of things you should not feel about your roommate. But, despite that, you answered.
"I think that's a great idea 'Lix!"
The look on his face was one of pure joy when you agreed. He runs into the dressing room to switch back into his own clothes leaving behind a VERY flustered roommate.
You looked in the mirror and saw the red tinting your cheeks and hoped that by some miracle Felix didn't notice how flushed you got just from the idea of coordinating outfits (who blushes at that?) you put your cold hands on your cheeks to calm the redness down and waited for Felix to get out of the dressing room so you could go to the dress store next.
~✨~
If there's one thing on this Earth that you hate, it is trying on clothes. It is your personal hell. You hate the way nothing seems to fit, everything is itchy, the dressing rooms are always way too hot and make your face bright red, and the fluorescent lights make everything look that much worse. Your only saving grace today was Felix. Your ray of sunshine, always making sure to complement you but also give you actual feedback.
"No definitely not this one, you'll be way too uncomfortable with the sleeves all night." You smiled at how well he knows you, the sleeves were already bugging you and you knew that you would want to rip them off if you had to spend a whole night in this awful dress.
You had tried on like 50 dresses by now (actually 10) and none of them had the WOW factor, but luck would have it that #51 (11) was in fact the winner. It had a beautiful high neck with a patterned cut down the front to show off your 'assets', it was the perfect length, and it was covered in gorgeous silver glittery designs. This was the one, you were sure of it.
"Hey 'Lix?" you called out from the dressing room.
"What's up gorgeous?" You knew he was getting tired because he tended to call you things like 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' when he got sleepy, which did not help your situation whatsoever, but it was quite cute.
"I found the dress, but I was thinking, I think it should be a surprise!"
"How are we supposed to match if I don't see the dress?"
"Well I could show you a bit of the fabric? Then you could go off of that?"
"Okay darling that sounds lovely." darling? That was a new one. Thankfully you had time for the massive blush that crept up your cheeks due to the new nickname to dissipate as you changed your clothes. Once you got out your cheeks were just a light pink.
Felix perked up as you walked out holding the dress behind your back and you went over to the checkout. After purchasing the dress you showed Felix a bit of the fabric from the bag and he started giggling. "I like that we are making this a surprise, I think it'll be fun!" And with that you both went to the men's section so Felix could find a matching suit.
Thankfully it didn't take too much time, he found a match almost right away and (of course) it fit him perfectly, or so he told you. He said since your outfit was a surprise, his should be too.
Clothes in hand you drove the two of you back home to get some much needed rest. As soon as you got through the door Felix shot you a devilish look and ran toward your bedroom and flopped down on your bed. You walked in, chuckling lightly, and asked him what he was doing.
"I think it is nap time and naps are always the best with a budddyyyyyy!" He held his arms out and made grabby hands at you. You burst out laughing and headed over to the bed. As soon as you were within his arms reach he pulled you down next to him and started spooning you.
"Y/N, you're my best friend, you know that?" He sleepily whispered to you. You felt your breath hitch at his small confession, but before you could respond you heard his breathing even out and he was asleep. You sighed and pulled the covers up over the two of you and decided that a nap with Felix wasn't the worst thing in the world. So you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.
~✨~
All week Felix was so excited about his work party is was basically all he could talk about when the group went out for dinner on Wednesday.
"Y/N and I are matching but we haven't seen each other's outfits and I am soooooo excited to see the dress she picked!" He exclaimed to everyone.
"Dude, we know, it's all you've talked about in the group text since Saturday." Chan chucked at the freckled boy who was positively beaming.
"I'm happy for you guys, it sounds like it will be a really fun time!" Jisung chimed in, smiling back at Felix.
"Anyway, changing the subject. Y/N how's work going?" Seungmin looked over at you with a big smile. You smiled back at him.
"It's going pretty great, I think I'm really getting the hang of things." Everyone seemed to appreciate the change in topics as they all went around the table talking about work and the different things they were now in charge of.
Dinner went by quickly and before you knew it you were heading back home. You and Felix had only had a few glasses of wine with dinner but the buzz was definitely present on the ride home has you both giggled about everything and nothing at all.
When you got through the door Felix pulled you in for a big hug and started playing with your hair. "I really can't wait to see your dress, I'm sure it is going to look amazing." You pulled back a bit so you could see his face and he was still smiling, a light blush was present on his face but you were sure it was just the alcohol in his system.
"I'm so excited to see your outfit too 'Lix! But it is late, we should head to bed."
"Yours or mine?"
It was a harmless question given that you guys stay in each others beds all the time, but usually you go to sleep separately and then Felix will come get in bed with you when he can't sleep. Other than your nap session on Saturday you had never really laid down together ready for bed. Something about the shift in dynamic made your heart wrench a bit, you tried to hide it by smiling back at Felix.
"How about yours tonight?"
When you laid down your mind was racing a million miles per second. You never really slept in Felix's bed, he mostly came to yours. You didn't think about it when you answered him but now you realize that you fucked up. You are surrounded by the smell of Felix, its on his bedsheets, pillows, and, most importantly, on the boy curled up behind you latched on like a baby monkey. Felix's arms are around your whole body, one arm across your chest with his hand on your shoulder, and one across your stomach with his hand on your hip. His leg is even draped over your body so you are surrounded by him.
Looks like you aren't getting much sleep tonight.
~✨~
Sure enough you barley slept the night before and you wake up feeling awful. Normally when you sleep with Felix he wakes up before you and is either in the shower or cooking breakfast, but not this time. This time you woke up to find yourself still surrounded by the boy, but something feels different. You wiggled a little and your face turned bright red when you realized that Felix was not only still fast asleep but sporting a rather large erection that was pressed firmly to your backside.
You needed to remind yourself that with was a natural thing that men's bodies do in the morning and it had nothing to do with the fact that you were pressed against him in the night.
Fuck was it hot in the room or was it just you?
You tried to calm yourself down, but how could you with this beautiful man pressed against you like this? You decided maybe you should get up and act like nothing happened. Before you could get up you heard Felix grumble a bit and pull you in closer to himself.
Well there goes that plan.
You resigned yourself to waiting for Felix to wake up.
~✨~
After what felt like forever Felix finally started to wake up. You decided to save him from embarrassment at his current state you would act like you were asleep until he had released you from his hold. You closed your eyes and waited... and waited... and waited some more. Finally you felt Felix shift a bit and your heart almost stopped when he bent his head down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before getting out of bed and heading to the shower.
You held your breath until he was out of the room and as soon as you heard the bathroom door shut your hand flew up to the place where he had kissed your cheek and you felt yourself smile at the sweet gesture. You giggled a bit until finally letting yourself get out of Felix's bed and walk into your own room to get ready for the day.
~✨~
It was finally Friday. The day you and Felix had been waiting for. You could barley contain your excitement at work and basically counted the seconds on the clock until it was (finally) time for you to go home. You drove as fast as safely possible and when you flung the door open to your apartment you found Felix waiting for you in the living room with a huge grin on his face.
"It's Friday." Felix simply stated, but you could tell he was as excited for tonight as you were.
"I am SO excited 'Lix! Let's blast some jams and start getting ready!" You beamed back at him and all but ran to your bedroom to get your speaker, Felix close behind you.
The two of you wanted to wait until you were completely ready to show off your outfits so you got ready in your room and he got ready in his with the speaker in the conjoined bathroom between the two of you. It took you both about an hour to get ready and you were shouting back and forth about various different things the whole time.
Finally you were ready. You looked stunning with your half-up hair and all the accessories you bought for the occasion. The dress fit you even better than you remembered. Hands down this was the hottest you'd ever looked in front of you roommate.
"Okay, I'm ready Lix, you ready?" You shouted full of excitement.
"Yeah! On the count of three!"
"One,"
"Two,"
"Three!"
You both opened the doors to your side of the bathroom and stopped, eyes wide on the beauty before you. It took a while for either of you to speak, just taking in the whole fit on the beautiful person in front of you. Finally Felix spoke.
"Wow... you look.... WOW!" He was beaming, completely awe stricken at your ensemble.
"Right back at you handsome." You took in the beautiful silver and black suit he now wore. The suit looked like it was made for Felix, the perfect blend of feminine with its silver floral patterning on the cuffs of the blazer and the ends of the slacks, and handsome with its sharp angles.
Felix held out his hand to you. "My lady, shall we?" You smiled at the gesture and took his hand. He put your entwined hands over your head and twirled you around, leaving you both in a fit of giggles. And with that you left to go to the party.
~✨~
Felix's work Does. Not. Fuck. Around. when it comes to parties. They had rented out a beautiful ballroom and had snacks, an open bar, as well as a rather large dance floor. You and Felix decided to start at the bar. As you were grabbing your drinks a strikingly beautiful woman came up and coldly stared you up and down before placing a hand on Felix's forearm.
"Hey 'Lixxie I'm so glad you made it!" You couldn't tell what Felix was thinking about this woman as he let out a small smile when she addressed him. "This must be the girlfriend you've been telling me about!" She gave you a cold smile devoid of genuine emotion as she spoke.
You felt your heart drop. Felix has a girlfriend? He never mentioned anyone to you. How could he even have time for a girlfriend when he was sleeping in your bed almost every night? What the fuck is going on??
Felix looked shaken at the statement for a brief second and before you could clarify that you were just his roommate he spoke.
"Yes, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."
You stared back at him with wide questioning eyes. What in the actual fuck is going on right now???
The woman looked you up and down again, chuckled to herself, then left muttering something under her breath that sounded like it rhymed with lanky witch.
As soon as she was out of earshot you grabbed Felix's arm and looked him in the eyes. "What the fuck was that?"
Felix shyly looked down and took a deep breath before explaining. "That was Megan, she works in the accounting department and she has been trying to get me to go out with her for months and when she wouldn't stop I panicked and said I had a girlfriend. She seemed to believe me at first but I never brought this girlfriend around and so she started to get suspicious. I'm sorry I brought you into this but it seemed like the perfect cover in the moment, but if it makes you uncomfortable I can call her back over and come clean." He looked back up at you and gave you a half-hearted smile.
Felix wanted to be your fake boyfriend for the night. In what world would you ever pass up that golden opportunity?
"No, It's okay 'Lix, we can fake date for the night to get her off your back. She seems like a royal bitch to me anyway and I wouldn't want to make you talk to her more than you already have to." He let out a sigh of relief and smiled at you, then stood up and wrapped his arms around you in a big hug.
"Thank you Y/N, you're a lifesaver." He pulled back a little and smiled at you as he reached up and pushed a hair out of your face. You looked into his eyes and smiled back.
"What are friends for?"
~✨~
The rest of the party flew by. Felix introduced you to all his coworkers as his girlfriend and they all congratulated you two and told you how cute it was that you two decided to wear matching outfits. You ate, drank, and had great conversations but after a while Felix seemed a bit on edge and you decided to see if he was okay before continuing to enjoy the party. You led him out to the balcony where you could only see one or two people sitting around, seemingly bored with the festivities inside.
"Hey, 'Lix, you seem... anxious? Are you doing alright?" You take his hands in yours and notice his shoulders immediately relax a bit.
"It's nothing love, just getting a bit tired is all." He had been calling you cute nicknames all night in front of his coworkers to keep up the guise of being together, but the fact that he called you love while it was just the two of you made your heart stutter momentarily. You chalked it up to the few drinks he had had throughout the night and decided to blow past it.
"Okay, well how about we dance to one song and then head out? The dance floor is too big and the DJ is too good to pass up one dance." You squeeze his hands softly to comfort him a bit and hopefully put his mind at ease. He looks up and softly smiles at you.
"Lead the way."
When you walk inside you guide Felix to the dance floor and start moving around, letting the beat take over your body. You see Felix smile at you as he begins to do the same. Pretty soon the two of you are jumping around laughing hysterically at how ridiculous you must look just jumping and moving your shoulders to the beat. When the song ends you get ready to head out before Felix takes hold of your hand. The beat changed and a slower melody filled the room.
"One more dance?" He sheepishly smiled at you. You walked toward him, placing your free hand on his waist and smiled back at him. "Anything for you 'Lix."
The two of you started with your hands together, free hands on each others waist. But as the song continued Felix slipped his hand from yours and put both of his hands on either side of your waist. Your arms came up and wrapped around his neck, your bodies now pressed into one another, looking into each others eyes. Felix rested his head on your shoulder and let out a sigh.
"I wish we could stay like this forever." He whispered into your ear.
"Me too." You whispered back.
Once the song was over Felix pulled his head back, hands still placed on your waist and smiled.
"Let's go home."
~✨~
The Uber back was quiet, your heart was beating out of your chest as you thought through the nights events. Felix had a hand on your knee and his head rested on your shoulder as you made your way back home. Once the Uber pulled up you said thank you to the driver and walked up to your apartment hand-in-hand with Felix.
After you stepped through the door Felix turned you to face him and he just looked into your eyes in silence for a moment until he softly spoke, barely a whisper.
"Can I kiss you?"
You were sure you were dreaming. There was no way this beautiful, incredibly kind, amazing man wanted to kiss you right now. As if he could tell what you were thinking he took a step towards you and brought his hand up to caress your cheek.
"You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on and I've wanted to kiss you all night, well, I've wanted to kiss you a lot longer than that. So, may I kiss you, Y/N?"
"Yes." You whispered.
And with your consent Felix pulled your face to his and gently placed his lips on yours. It was a beautiful kiss, filled with all the emotions you had both been feeling for quite some time.
You pulled away to catch your breath and smiled at him. You thought back to Wednesday and a thought occurred to you. "It is late, we should head to bed."
"Yours or mine?"
braids and confessions
pairings: felix x gn!reader
warnings: friends to lovers; slight angst; but basically just tooth rotting fluff, really
summary: ever since felix decided to let his hair grow, you asked him if you could braid his hair. but he always said, that it was too short for proper braids.
word count: 1,2k
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"Can I? Pleasee! Pretty please let me braid your hair!" You ask Felix for the tenth time this day. "I bet it's long enough by now. And you've been saying 'No' to me since like a lifetime." You pout.
"You know that it has been just three months right? And I've just been saying no, because-" "You don't want me to braid your hair?" You interrupt him. "No, but because I want your braids to stay longer than just ten minutes in my hair. And my hair has just been too short."
These were words you heard a lot in these past three months. It was either that his hair was too short, or he had to color it, so it would be the pretty blonde you liked so much.
"Those words are just excuses. Just tell me, you don't actually want me to braid your hair and I'm just annoying you right now." You huff.
"Oh hell no! You know how much I like your hands in my hair, but-" He looks away sheepishly and you could swear you just saw a slight tint of red on his cheeks. "But what Felix? I wanna hear it." you say much softer now, careful not to get him even more flustered, even though you have to admit, that he looks pretty with that hue of pink on his cheeks.
"No, it doesn't make any sense." He whines. You take his chin in your hand and softly force him to look in your direction. "I don't care if it makes any sense, hell, most things don't make sense to me. But, please, try to explain."
"But you could be mad at me." "You know, that no one can stay mad at you long enough, right?" "But it'll ruin everything."
"You, Lee Felix, cannot ruin anything, if anything, you always put the pieces back together." You assure him.
It is kind of good that you're both sitting on the couch already, because Felix decides to just dive head first into a pile of pillows, and if you weren't sitting close to it, you couldn't have stopped him from falling off the couch, because he aimed a bit too right to completely hit the pillows. "Ugh Felix, you really need to work on your aiming skills." As an answer he just grumbles.
"So care to tell me now? You know I could help you sort it out." You suggest. "No, this cannot be sorted out. This is a world's doomsday." "Dramatic much?" You chuckle. "I don't even know what it is about but I can already say, that it's not that that bad, you seem to be just exaggerating."
"No I'm not." He argues back and you sit up straight. "Then tell me please. I don't like seeing you worked up that much. And it really has to bother you, like a lot. So come on, you know that talking can help."
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you" He grumbles and sits up, but avoids your eyes.
"So like, I- uhm, I like you." He blurts out. "What a relief" "No, not like that. I like you romantically, I think, but I was too afraid to tell you, because I think it would ruin our friendship, if one of us catches feelings."
"So just to be clear, you think that, if one of us catches feelings our friendship slash relatioship-bond we have would get destroyed?" He nods hesitantly. And. you can't help but laugh, while he just looks at you with an eyebrow raised and that questioning look on this face.
Once you manage to get control over your breath again you grin at him and say: "Well then, if catching feelings would ruin anything, I kinda got that covered already."
If possible, Felix's eyebrow wanders even higher up. "I like you too silly." You explain to him.
And now he let's out a shaky breath. "But, but, why? Aren't I too feminine for a guy, or weird, and, and-"
"Hey, hey, listen to me. Being too feminine or too masculine is just a thing society uses to explain itself to others, who don't understand, that there are no such things, and that it is just more complex than some primitive minds, who just can't wrap their minds around the fact that there isn't just black and white but there are so many shades of grey and other colors too. And a person isn't too much of anything. A person should be allowed to just be themselves."
You end your little speech, feeling proud of your choice of words, and when you look at Felix, you have to blink a few times, to see, if you just imagined the little hearts in his eyes, or if they were really there.
"God that really makes me want to kiss you right now." Felix says without thinking. You smile but feel your face heat up at his words, so you hide it in your hands and just slightly peek through your fingers. Just to see him smiling back. "Can I? I mean can I kiss you? Do I have permission?" He asks while he removes your hands from your face, and you nod sheepishly.
And then you feel his lips against yours, at first just a soft and light touch, almost, as if it was an illusion. But then he takes your cheeks in his palms and angles his mouth. The first few moments, you don't know what to do, then you try and kiss him back. You move your lips in sync and your hands, that seemed lost on your sides find themselves entangled in Felix's hair, occasionally tugging lightly.
When you both have to break apart to take a few breaths again you lean your foreheads together and it feels even more intimate that the kiss you shared just a moment before.
"So does that mean, that I can be your boyfriend now?" He asks you while looking at you with these puppy eyes you just can't say no to.
"Yes Felix. It means that you can be my boyfriend. But only under one condition." "Everything" He answers almost instantly. "I finally get to braid your hair." You smirk triumphantly. "Yes, you can braid my hair." He grins at you. "I actually would love to have you braid my hair."
That's how you end up, sitting on the couch with legs spread, and Felix sitting on the floor in between them while hugging a pillow and enjoying the feeling of having your hands in his hair.
The distant sound of some TV-Show playing, adds to the domestic feeling, while you two are just talking about anything that comes to your minds.
Taking three little strands at a time, you start waving them together, until the three strands make one. You then grab a little hair tie to stop the hair from entangling itself from the braid. After that you repeat the process two times.
In the end, Felix has a total of three simple and little braids in his hair, two on each side of his hair, and one that can only be seen if he tucks his hair behind his ear.
For your good work with his hair he rewards you with lots of kisses and cuddles.
And when he gets on stage a week after you braided his hair, you spot these little braids, that he still carries with him.
But you weren't the only one who spotted them. Because on some gossip pages, you found posts about his little braids. 'Lee Felix, member of Stray Kids has been spotted with little braids, he seems to worship very much. Does he have an anonymus partner, no one knows about yet?'
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a/n: i just wanted to write something domestic and sweet, and kind of reassuring. because i felt like some people still judge others just on what they see, and i actually would have wantedt to hear these words too at some point, but there are people out there who need these words as much as i did. i hope y'all have a great day/night, and make sure you stay healthy. because you all are equally important. even if society makes you feel little and unnecessary. always remember you are loved. by stray kids and stay, and other people, you may not even really know.
My heart is at peace once more.
Should’ve Known Better II; Lee Felix
Genre: superhero!au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort
Word count: 3.2K
Warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of a (minor) character death, kisses
Hi, loves! Guess who’s finally back with a fic :’) I am low-key nervous to post again after going on an unannounced/unintentional hiatus, but I hope you will like this part 2 of Should’ve Known Better! Don’t forget to leave feedback 🫶
Read part one HERE
Drip drop. Drip drop.
The sound of the leaking water pipe in the dark cave was slowly making Felix lose his mind the past two days. With hooded eyes, he scanned the weapons laying scattered on the tables. He wondered if the men had left them there on purpose to taunt Felix. As if to say: “if only you weren't completely beaten up, you would've been able to get the weapons and eliminate us. If only Y/n had not betrayed you and put you in chains that suppressed your powers, maybe then you'd be free now.”
Felix wiped his eye but immediately winced at the pain rushing through his face at the action. The hit he received to his right eye left it bruised.
After you left him in the cave two days ago, the men Felix had been trying to catch for a year, quickly arrived and when they saw on Felix, nasty grins covered their lips. Even though he was supposed to feel scared, and terrified even when the men started running tests on him and didn't hesitate to beat him up some more, the only thing Felix could feel was pain. And not the physical one. The only thought on his mind was you. The pain you caused him. The nonexistent love you made him believe in. With sweet words and soft touches, you led him to his own grave. You backstabbed him in the worst way possible. You broke his heart entirely.
Felix let out a ragged breath as he averted his eyes to the wound on his chest. If he wouldn't get antibiotics soon, it was going to get infected badly. And without any of his healing powers, he wasn't sure if he'd survive that. Although, surviving did not seem like a possibility anyways anymore. Felix just had a hard time accepting that. This couldn't be the end of him, right? What was the city going to do without one of its superheroes? Who was going to protect the people of Miroh against Black Venom once they acquired Felix’s powers?
A tear rolled down Felix's cheek and he closed his eyes. Maybe it was best if he died as soon as possible. Escaping was not an option anymore and if the men would come back and run more tests on him, they had more chance to get to what they were looking for: how to copy Felix's powers and use them to their own advantage. Felix would rather die than catch sight of the damage they would do once they had the powers he owned.
The muffled sound of a small crack interrupted the silence in the cave and Felix's train of thought. He frowned but his eyes remained shut. Must have been just a rat, he thought.
Another sound entered Felix's ears, this time a louder one, and he opened his fatigued eyes. The sound seemed to have come from above him and he looked up. His eyes fell on the ceiling vent and he gradually frowned when the vent seemed to shake slightly. Felix narrowed his eyes and slowly tried to push himself up to get a closer look at where the sound was coming from.
Complete silence engulfed the cave once again but Felix did not sit back down. He slowly titled his head, his eyes scanning the vent.
All of a sudden a loud bang was heard and Felix jumped back before the vent came crashing down, missing the already injured boy by just a hair or two.
Felix's chest heaved up and down with erratic breathing as he looked at the hole in the ceiling with wide eyes.
Only a second later a person dropped from the hole and gracefully landed on both hands and feet on the cold floor.
Felix shook his head. This couldn't be-
"They should clean that space up someday," you muttered as you looked up at the ceiling you just dropped out off.
You turned to Felix and your throat immediately tightened at the sight. He looked ten times as bad as when you left him here two days ago. Dry blood stuck to the freckled skin of his face and dark blue swelling surrounded his right eye. They had stripped him off his shirt, making the large wound on his chest visible to you.
Your lower lip trembled but you quickly cleared your throat and looked away. "They beat you up well, I see."
Although he was beaten up physically, you felt like the worst damage was done mentally. His eyes seemed to be stolen of life and emotion. He was almost unrecognizable.
"What are you doing here?" Felix growled, looking up at you from the ground.
"Oh, I don't know, watch a movie and chat a little- Of course, I came to get you out of here," you quipped before looking down at him but he just frowned.
"And why on earth would I trust you? You might as well get me out of here to sell me to an even worse gang for more money," Felix retorted and you slightly winced before nodding.
"Okay, I deserved that one. I made a mistake, I know I did. But if you were in my posit-" you quickly caught yourself and swallowed your words before sighing with closed eyes. "I have no valid reason to give you to believe or trust me, but please, Felix, we do not have much time before they come back so I have no other option than to hope you'll believe me so we can get out of here," you almost begged the boy. Felix inspected you as if trying to decide whether trusting you again was the worst decision he could make. "Please," you whispered.
"Free me from these chains," Felix murmured and you froze for a second before quickly nodding.
Not even five seconds later, the locks of the chains were opened, revealing Felix's bruised wrists.
You watched him as he took deep, ragged breaths and you knew his powers were coming back to him. But with the severity of his injuries, you weren't sure his powers were able to heal him quick enough or give him enough strength to be able to fight the gang, at least now.
"You're too weak to fight them now."
Felix's wild eyes shot up at you and without thinking you took a step back. You had brought Felix into this situation, and now that his powers were back, it wouldn't be a surprise if he ended you here and now. You just had not thought about that before coming here. The only thing on your mind was Felix and the need to save him. You were blinded by guilt and by the love you wished you didn't feel for the boy.
Felix noticed the way you balled your fists and let out a bitter chuckle. "I am not going to kill you, Y/n. I am not like you," he hoarsely stated and his words hit you like a punch in the face.
You shook your head and tears pooled in your eyes. "I am not a murdered, Felix."
This made fury flash in Felix's eyes and in a sharp movement, he had you backed up against the wall with the side of his forearm horizontally pressing against your throat.
"Leaving me here to my death comes pretty close to my definition of being a murderer," Felix breathed.
You looked up at the ceiling before squeezing your eyes shut, causing a tear to escape. "You just don't understand, Felix. You never will."
Felix's jaw tightened and he inched closer to you, his nose brushing against yours.
"Try me, Y/n."
He tilted his face, his lips now almost touching yours as his arm pressed harder against your throat.
"Explain to me why you did what you did and let me be the one to decide whether I'll understand you or not," he hissed.
Felix had never scared you before.
But after betraying him the way you did, you wouldn't blame him if he did hurt you. He just told you he wouldn't kill you, but the fire in his eyes was telling you otherwise. And you couldn't be mad at him for it. Maybe you did deserve this.
He had been beaten up, starved, and run tests on. All because of you, someone he trusted, someone he loved.
"We don't have much time left, Felix. Y-You have to trust me and let me get you out of here."
His dark eyes searched for yours and for a second a thick silence fell over the cave as you and Felix stared at each other. Another tear rolled down your cheek and Felix's eyes flickered from yours to the tear.
Slowly he let go of you and stepped back. But just as he was going to speak up, he stumbled and you quickly stepped forward to catch him. "Felix?!"
"I-I'm fine," he wearily murmured but the blue veins appearing on his face and chest told you otherwise. What was going on with him?
Your eyes flickered to the chains laying on the ground and it was only when you saw the blue liquid dripping from it, you realized Black Venom poisoned the metal.
Your eyes widened. "Oh my God, they poisoned you-"
Before he could respond, the door of the cave opened.
"Felix, get down!" You screamed.
With the last strength left in Felix's body, he ducked and you raised your arm to release a blow from your arm cannon.
The blast aimed at the Black Venom member sent the man flying against the wall behind him. Felix's eyes widened as they flickered from the unconscious man on the floor back to you with shock written all over his face.
"I'm on your side, Felix. Please believe me," you breathed, scared for the rest of the gang to arrive after hearing the combustion. Felix finally nodded.
You released a relieved breath. "Hold onto me."
Felix wrapped his arms around you and just before the rest of Black Venom came crashing into the cave, the two of you disappeared through the hole in the ceiling.
"So you know Black Venom?” Felix murmured as you finished wrapping the wound on his chest with a bandage. He was sitting down on the counter in your bathroom and watched you with dark eyes. You placed the first aid kit beside him on the counter and nodded as you prepared the shot with the antidote, avoiding eye contact with the boy.
"Before I can continue treating your other wounds, you will first need the antidote. The antidote does subdue your healing powers for a while, but without it, you won't survive for longer than a week. Therefore, I will treat your worst injuries and you will have to stay here until you're strong enough to lea-
"How?"
You looked up with a questioning expression on your face.
"How do you know Black Venom?" He asked.
You sighed, wondering if he even heard anything you just explained.
"My dad used to work for them."
Felix frowned as he watched you but stayed silent to allow you to continue.
"Growing up, my family did not have much money. We lived in the slum of Miroh. I saw how my father and mother would go to bed hungry, just so they could feed me and my siblings," you started before looking up at Felix.
"You said you didn't have family," Felix frowned.
You chuckled softly. "Because I did not want anyone to know they existed. It would only expose them to danger." Tears brimmed in your eyes but you quickly cleared your throat and held up the shot.
"This is going to hurt," you murmured.
You took a step closer to the boy, now standing in between his legs so you'd be able to have access to his neck. You immediately noticed the way he held his breath at the close proximity between you two but you tried your best to ignore it.
You placed your left hand on the side of his neck to keep it steady before piercing the needle through the skin on the right side of his neck.
Felix let out a gasp followed by a loud groan and his hands immediately shot to your waist, squeezing it tightly.
"Breathe, Felix, breathe," you whispered and after letting out a whimper, he dropped his forehead on your shoulder, loosening his grip on your waist but keeping his hands there. His chest heaved with heavy breathing and you couldn't help but entangle your left hand in his hair, softly stroking it to calm the boy down.
"Go on. Tell me more about your past. Distract me," he pleaded and you quickly nodded.
"T-the moment I was old enough to make money, I did everything in my power to do so. When I was eleven I would sell posters, candy, flowers, anything that could give me a little bit of money to give to my parents,” you rambled before taking a deep breath. “But it wasn't enough. And that is when my father got involved with Black Venom."
Felix slightly shifted against your body but stayed silent.
"My father was a good man. He wasn't a criminal. But he needed money to keep his family alive, Felix, and working for Black Venom brought him money," you whispered and it was only when you looked at yourself through the mirror behind Felix, that you noticed the tear rolling down your cheek.
"But even if he wasn't a criminal by heart, being involved with Black Venom meant living in a dangerous underworld of criminals that could cost his life. And it did. The police shot him when I had just turned sixteen."
Felix frowned, feeling tears brim in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered against the skin of your shoulder.
You nodded, more tears falling from your eyes. "My mother was so heartbroken, she couldn't take care of my siblings and me anymore, so I knew I had to do it. I went to look for Black Venom. I hoped that because they knew my father, they could provide me and my family with some money, just enough so we could move away from Miroh and start a new life somewhere else." You scoffed, remembering how they reacted when they saw you. "I begged them on my knees, Felix. And they sent me away. Saying I was not their problem, that my family was not their problem. That my father's death was his own problem."
Felix clenched his jaw, feeling a weight of anger press onto his chest.
"And that's when I made the stupid decision of trying to steal from them. I was only sixteen and desperate, so one night I planned to rob one of their storages."
Felix raised his head to look at you, forgetting about the pain in his body from the antidote. "They caught you,” he mumbled, looking into your eyes.
You nodded. "I have been working for them ever since. They said they'd kill me and my family if I didn't."
"God, Y/n," Felix whispered.
"I'm sorry I made you fall into their trap, I am sorry I lied to you," you croaked before a sob escaped from your lips and Felix shook his head.
Your breath hitched in your throat when the boy wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his body in a tight hug. Immediately, you buried your face in his neck, and he comfortingly stroked your hair as you cried.
"You did what you had to do to protect your family," he murmured, making you wrap your arms around Felix tightly.
"But you didn't deserve any of tha-"
"You risked your life to come back for me," Felix interrupted you with a soft voice.
Slowly, you looked up at him and searched for his eyes only to find he was already looking at you.
A thick silence engulfed the small bathroom as Felix and you looked each other in the eyes.
"I might've lied a lot to you," you quietly started, your voice hoarse. "But I never lied about my feelings."
Felix's heartbeat sped up and he held his breath.
"All of it was real. All our moments, all our kisses.. it was real, Felix."
Felix swallowed and his hand slowly made its way to cup your face, wiping the tears from your cheek with his thumb. "All of it?" He whispered carefully.
"All of it," you replied and after the three words entered Felix's ears, he closed the gap by pressing his warm lips onto yours.
Your eyes fluttered shut and your heart immediately seemed to grow a size at the familiar feeling you had missed so much. The feeling of his plush lips moving in sync with yours, the feeling of sharing his breath, of being so incredibly close to him.
You carefully placed your hands on his waist and the feeling made Felix's skin burn. His thumb stroked your cheek as he pulled away slightly only to tilt his head and capture your lips with his again.
Although you wished the moment would never end, you pulled away and rested your forehead against his. "Felix," you whispered and he hummed while trying to catch his breath.
"I-I can not stay here."
Felix opened his eyes and his eyebrows furrowed together. "What do you mean?" He breathed as he tried to look for your eyes that were avoiding his.
"Staying in Miroh is too dangerous for my family, Lix. I am planning on taking them and leaving as soon as possible."
Felix's lower lip slightly trembled as he hastily shook his head. “What? No.”
You stepped back before turning around and running a hand through your hair, not knowing what to say to him.
Felix jumped off the counter and stepped closer to you once again. "Y/n, you can't leave."
You turned around and looked at Felix with sadness painted all over your face.
"I can't lose you again," Felix stated with glossy eyes.
“But-"
"I will protect you and your family, Y/n. Now that I know everything, I can protect you. After the two days I've been in their cave, I know what Black Venom wants, I know their weak spots. I know how to fight them now, how to defeat them," Felix rambled as he took your hands in his. "I will protect your family, Y/n, I promise. Hyunjin, Minho, Han, and all the other heroes of Miroh can protect them now we know of their existence. Please trust me.”
You looked into his desperate but determined eyes and even with the fear for your family's safety still existing, you believed Felix was speaking the truth. He would keep you and your family safe. The other heroes of Miroh would help. He would be able to capture Black Venom now and you wouldn’t have to work for or run from them anymore. Things could finally get better.
"Do you promise?" You mumbled as you took a step closer to Felix.
He intertwined your fingers with his and rested his forehead against yours.
"I promise."
Don't cry over spilled milk ◦ l.f
-Accidents happen is an easy thing to say when your daughter didn't just dump a cup of milk on your husband's new black carpet and all of a sudden— you can't breathe
Paring◦ Dad!Lee Felix x Mom!Reader
Words◦ 1633
Genre ◦ Hurt and comfort, ngl this was like really angsty and I didn't mean for it to be 😭, definitely fluffy towards the end though
Warnings ◦ Kinda points towards the fact that the reader might have been abused, descriptions of the readers father being an asshole, talk about abuse, the term beating black and blue, crying, spilled milk, Felix being sickeningly sweet, overuse of love, descriptions of bad dreams, trauma, bleeding, bad thoughts, and wounds (all these are metaphors).
Taglist◦@thetoastghost222I hope you like it <33
A/N ◦this is just something simple and cute I cooked up real fast I didn't really put too much thought into it honestly I just let my brain go also don't judge me but I literally just looked up "cute Korean girl names that mean sunshine" in the search engine and picked the first thing so... also I'm going to be reuploading all my old stuff into my new blog in one fair swoop soooo I'm rereading this and there's something about my writing I have always noticed is off so if anybody can point it out/ give me advice I would literally appreciate it so much
~cookiecreates 🍪
You took "Don't cry over spilled milk" very seriously because it took every fiber of your being not to sob when Ha-Yun's glass of milk dropped on Felix's new carpet, throwing a vibrant white stain on the expensive black furnishing. You really don't know how many different adjectives your brain could come up with to describe the horror you felt pounding in your heart.
It was as though this moment was a portal into the deepest caverns of your mind—a key that unlocked a swarm of memories flickering in the back of your brain like fireflies. You squeeze your eyes shut, pushing back the flood of bad feelings that seem to wash over you quicker than you can wipe them away—You're transported back to those days when your head was high and your hands were small, spilling milk on your dad's new carpet. You were so little, so naive, you didn't know that the world wasn't all butterflies and unicorns; that milk stained and dads got mad. You vowed to be the parent who held their baby's hand as they picked it up, smiling when they threw the dirty towel in the trash.
Accidents happen.
Accidents happen.
Accidents happen.
But you don't know if that's what Felix vowed to do, and with the carpet being 600 dollars, you wouldn't be surprised if he beat the poor girl black and blue.
Just like your dad did.
Your fingers tremble as you grip the cup in your hands, the world seems to swirl around you, swimming in all your bad dreams. It only took a teaspoon to die and a bad thought to drown. How easy it is to be pulled under the waves when you're vulnerable. You thought you kept the sea at bay, but even the most experienced divers can get pulled into a riptide.
The cup clatters in the sink, startling you out of your thoughts. Ha-Yun babbles in the corner, throwing cheerios to the ground. This was all your fault; you shouldn't have put her high chair in the living room.
All your fault.
All your fault.
All your-
The lock clicks.
Your heart drops, plummeting into the grave in which you buried all your pain. You scramble to find something to cover the stain. In all your panic, you forget that shit doesn't magically go away, sticking to your skin like syrup dripping down your spine. Everything was spinning in your vision as your lungs contracted, you wondered if you could really drown in theoretical oceans, especially the ones that occupied your mind.
It all seemed so silly as Felix's frame came into view, like he was made entirely from watercolor pouring down the page. You threw the towel over the mess, attempting to conceal your sobs.
Maybe he'll walk away.
Maybe he's too tired to notice.
Maybe you can spare his wrath.
“Love,” Felix's deep voice floats into your ears like cotton candy disintegrating under the waves of words you drown in. Scars were never promises on the skin; the human body is a delicate chemistry, and with the right motivation, it can crumble.
You snap. Break apart. Succumb to the river of sentences that stuck to your skin, like honey and glass. Time heals all wounds, but what about the ones that never scar, never scab? What about the ones whose vile words poisoned the flesh, eating away at your soul? Time doesn't heal all wounds because sometimes wounds are just too deep. Strong arms wrap around your huddled frame, your face drawn to your knees.
“I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." you sob mindlessly, it was as though your younger self control—caught in a weird form of fight or flight—dissociating from reality.
“Sorry? Sorry for what, love?” He whispers, dropping to the floor and pulling you onto his lap. He's so gentle, so calm, so completely opposite of any love you have ever felt or any father you have ever seen.
"Milk-" You choke; your words getting caught in your throat. You dig your face into his shoulder. "She spilled the milk on the carpet. I'm so sorry." The tears keep coming as though you're bleeding all the emotions you had kept under wraps for too long; it was like an infection, and Felix's loving arms cleansed your wounds.
"Oh, love," he coos, petting your hair, "didn't anybody ever tell you not to cry over spilled milk." You can't help but chuckle, a weird mix between a sniffle and a sob.
You must look like such a wreck right now—face blotchy and red, snot dripping down your nose, tears pouring down your cheeks—you look like you just crawled out of the pits of hell, and he still looks at you like you're the most beautiful woman he's ever laid his eyes on.
In that moment, you feel so silly, so stupid, kinda wanting to crawl back into the pits of hell from which you came. You should have known he wasn't going to react the way your father had. Felix was nothing like the man; he was kind, he was gentle, he was all sunshine and smiles, he was safe.
"I'm sorry for being such a wreck." You cuddle deeper into his chest, sniffling into his shirt.
"Never be sorry for being human, and especially, never be sorry for showing me." It took everything in you not to break down again, letting his strong arms hold you while you scrubbed all the syrup from your soul, but you have a baby and a mess on the carpet that will be ten times harder to clean if you leave it sitting.
"I'll go get another towel," you sniffle, wiping the tears from your cheeks.
"Don't," he pulls you back down on his lap, “Put your arms around me.” You lock your hands behind his neck, yelping when he picks you up bridal style.
“What- Felix, what are you doing?” You squeal as he walks you to the couch, laying you gently on the cushions.
“I'm showing you how to clean up spilled milk,” He smirks like you didn't just destroy his 600-dollar carpet; his attitude genuinely baffles you.
"How are you not mad?” You whispered, dazed, your mind turning into mush. He tilts your chin up, peering at you with a soft smile and kind eyes. Your breath hitches, little heart eyes popping in your pupils.
"Accidents happen, love, you never grow out of’em." You melt, literally disintegrating into a pile of goo on the couch.
"D-Do you, um, D-Do you need help?" You stutter, blinking harshly to try and gather your thoughts. It was as if his gentle heart short-circuited your tangled wires—knotted from years of wear and lack of care.
"You just sit there and look pretty, and I'll show you why you shouldn't cry over spilled milk." He kisses you softly, smiling on your skin, "Okay, baby," he breathes, passion crackling between your lips, "You just keep-" Ha-Yun screeches, slapping her high chair full of Cheerios. Felix groans, tipping his forehead to touch yours.
"You know, one of these days we've got to get a babysitter. I don't know how long I can stand just being able to admire my beautiful wife from afar," your cheeks burn as you tilt your head down bashfully, "Well maybe we can do that when milk isn't marinating on the floor," he claps, jumping up from his arched position, "yep, your right, jeez baby, you really know how to pull me away from a task."
You cheese, pulling the collar of your shirt over your face. "Go on," you shoo him away, "You were going to teach me something."
He smirks, walking over to the kitchen, pulling the roll of paper towels off the counter and tossing them down next to the mess, unlocking Ha-Yun's highchair to lift her out of it.
"What are you-"
"Shh sit there and look pretty," The way his eyes sparkle and his lips tilt makes him appear almost mischievous. You sink back into the couch, folding your arms in front of your chest, assessing him intently. Ha-Yun beams when she sees Felix, waving her arms around, spitting gobbly gook.
"Oh is that right, well I couldn't have ever guessed," he nods attentively like she just stated the stages of evolution, "Well, as much as I love this conversation, baby, you are going to need to clean up your mess". He chastises her gently, and she frowns, glaring at him, he lifts his brows in retort.
"You know you've got a lot of sass for a 4-year-old," he grumbles "Probably got it from your momma," he sends you a look, lips curled up in a smirk. Your jaw drops in faux offense.
"You know what-" he puts his finger to his lips, cutting you off.
"Were you this bad in school? Cause the teacher," he gestures to himself, "is teaching."
"I'm gonna-"
"Looking pretty," He singsongs, a smile playing on his lips. You bite your cheek, holding back your glare. He snickers, placing her down next to the milk—putting a paper towel in her tiny hands.
"Can you help daddy clean it up please," he squats down to her level, stretching his fingers over hers. She blinks down at the splattered milk. You can almost see the gears turning in her head when he starts carefully moving her hand back and forth over the mess.
"See!" he cheers, his eyes glowing with pride, "Accidents happen, you just gotta learn to clean them up."
Watching the scene unfold before you fills you with an obscene form of bliss, like you have achieved one of life's greatest victories—that maybe all dads weren't raging assholes that yelled when you spilled milk because, like Felix said, accidents happen—you never grow out of'em.
©CookieCreates (posted: June, 26th 2024) All rights reserved. Do not translate, copy, or claim my works as yours! I only post on this platform so if any of my works are elsewhere, report and notify me immediately.
LEE FELIX MASTERLIST
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part i: bodyguard!felix x reader
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PART I ; PART II ; PART III ; PART IV ; PART V ; PART VI ; PART VII ; PART VIII ; PART IX ; FINAL PART.
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Your father hires an inconspicuous bodyguard to accompany you at school and supervise you at home. What seems like an innocuous change in routine eventually spirals into a forbidden romance that grows more passionate over the next decade.
Companion series to my sharing the bed one-shot. Follows the relationship between reader&felix from beginning to end. It will be a multi-part series.
pairing: lee felix/reader content info: eventual smut. violence. parental abuse. situations of intense peril overall. forced proximity. enemies2lovers. angst with eventual happy ending.
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One of your father’s disgruntled bodyguards shoves you for walking too slowly. You have enough tenacity to glare at him when you stumble, but even at fourteen years old you are smart enough refrain from retaliation. You know your father will not take your side as you are already in trouble for sneaking out last night. You met with some school friends and attended a house party like a normal fourteen year old, a punishable offence because your life is anything but normal.
You just hope this punishment is a physical one. A few smacks might sting but you’ll get over it, whereas you don’t want to lose your already limited phone or computer privileges.
You walk into your father’s office with the expectation you will be alone, so you stop short when you see the back of a stranger’s head.
Your father’s guests are usually suited old men or pretty young women, not a beanie-wearing teenage boy. He’s kicking his legs like he’s in an ice cream parlour and not in a chair across from one of the most powerful men in the country. Your father is behind his desk, hands steepled and attention determinedly fixed on you. Punishment time is the only time his attention is so rapt.
The door closes behind you, the guard outside slamming it shut. The boy in the chair looks over his shoulder at you. He has a soft face, much too soft for a place like this, his cheeks sweetly freckled and mouth like a pretty pink bow. He has dark eyes, his eyebrows the same shade of dark brown. His hair has been dyed a strawberry blonde, bangs sweeping out from under the beanie. He has to flick them out of his eyes as he looks you over.
You stare at him. A change in routine does not bode well for you and this is a massive change.
The boy just smiles. It is disarming in its sweetness and it petrifies you. You know how to behave when an ugly brute glares at you but a pretty boy smiling is unnerving.
Your father clears his throat. You and the boy both look his way, the boy dropping his gaze in a subservient way while you glare.
“Daughter,” your father says coolly. He gestures to the free chair beside the boy.
Some days, when you are feeling especially petulant or when your father is distracted with his phone even while meting out punishment, you will stomp your foot and refuse him. Maybe it is your stunned bemusement, but today you oblige without argument.
Your gaze drifts to the boy as you approach your seat. The boy does not look at you.
He looks like a normal teenage boy, wearing a hoodie under a flannel and blue jeans ripped at the knee, but you know better. There is always a flaw and this one is immediately jarring: his shoes are army regulation boots, the same as your father’s guards, albeit smaller. You have no idea why he would need them. He looks about your age and is a slender, delicate thing.
“Sit,” your father says. You realize you have standing there, staring. You look at your father and obey, sinking into the other chair. “Good.” Your father folds his hands on his desk. “My loving daughter,” he says dryly, “It has occurred to me that your present circumstances are not the most conducive to your development and well-being.”
You cannot help but scoff. Talk about understatement of the century.
The security teams? The constant surveillance? The knowledge that your wealthy father has accrued so many enemies that you can barely step outside without feeling threatened?
The fact you desperately want something bad to happen, because at least it would be different than the bad in here?
Your father just frowns.
“Don’t test my patience,” he says. “Especially as I have constructed a compromise according to your whims, young lady.”
Your brow furrows. You have no idea where this is going but you know you won’t like it, because you never like it.
“I only want what’s best for you,” your father says. “You’re my daughter, after all. My only child and my only heir. I want you protected but I want you capable, and you can’t be expected to thrive with the company of my men constantly surrounding you.”
Your heart kicks up with hope even while your brain knows better. Your father is not a generous man and he is clever with his words. There is a reason he has reached the heights he has reached. No one is better than your father and your father settles for no less than the best in turn.
You are an agonizing disappointment, but you lash out because you would be a disappointment regardless. Your father does not want a human daughter but a plastic doll that he can lock away until it has use, at which point he expects unending gratitude for your very existence.
This might sound like a concession of freedom but you know him better than that. The vice is tightening, not loosening. You will never be free.
“I have a gift for you,” your father says. “This is Felix.”
You and the boy, Felix, look at each other. Felix smiles again. He has the audacity to wave at you, a little salute and cutesy tip of the head.
Your nostrils flare with a sharp intake of breath. You look at your father.
“What is this?” you ask, so much wrong with this scenario that you don’t know where to start.
Your father smiles for the first time since you walked in the room. He needs to be in the position of highest power and that is obtained through making everyone else small. The more visibly uncomfortable you are, the more at ease he feels. He slouches comfortably in his big chair as he stares you down. You feel trapped in the little seat across his desk.
“This,” your father says, “is your new bodyguard.”
You look at Felix again. He is once more looking at your father like an obedient little puppy. It’s for the best as you are certain your expression is betraying every single thought. You are angry, confused, frightened. The confusion worsens your other emotions.
“Bodyguard,” you repeat. “He looks like he’s twelve.”
“I’m fourteen,” Felix says, startling you with a deep voice that does not remotely match his face. The rounder sounds are accented with an Australian twang. “Same as you.”
You look at each other again. You hide your confusion under a piercing glare. Felix draws his mouth into a flat line, not quite smiling, not quite frowning. He taps his fingers on the arm of the chair, a mismatched rhythm, some song only he can hear. His leg bounces.
You look at your father.
“Fourteen,” you say. “And short. And skinny. Look at him! I could throw him out a window!”
“You could try,” your father says, drole. “You wouldn’t succeed. Oh, hush.” He swipes a hand through the air when you open your mouth to speak again. “Felix is more than competent, believe me.”
Your father would not hire a second rate bodyguard, but there is simply no way this Felix kid is good for anything. You just can’t believe it. This is a test of some kind, maybe a mind game.
Your hackles are up and they won’t come down. Felix flicks some hair out of his eyes and the motion makes you jump. He doesn’t comment. He clears his throat and sits a little straighter, looking like every goody-two-shoes keener you ever gave a sneer.
“You will no longer require a full security detail,” your father says. “Not at home or at school. No where, barring certain occasions under my discretion.”
This has your heart racing again. Currently, your father has guards posted in several places around your school. No one but the school administrators know they are for you, but that doesn’t matter because you know. You know they are not general security, that they are specifically watching your every move. If you skip a meal or eat too much, they know. If you talk to one person and not another, they know. If you forget to do homework or flunk a test, they know. If you put on more make-up or roll up your skirt, they know. If you fall, if you laugh, if you flirt, if you breathe a little too hard, they know, and they report it all back to your father.
It doesn’t end there. They keep you on a schedule for your “protection” and if you stray from that agenda, they are on you. That means no chatting too long after class, no extended bathroom breaks, no stopping to smell a fucking flower. In the car, out the car, through the doors, at your seat, at your locker, upstairs, downstairs, fuck, fuck, fuck. How you’ve lasted this long, not even you know.
You spend all day suffocating under the extension of your father’s eyes, then you return home, flanked by bodyguards, only to be stuck with supervision until you are finally permitted to go to bed. Naturally, this is the easiest time to escape so you are in the habit of breaking out at night. You’re good at it too. Most nights you move without any detection, having memorized all the chinks in the mansion’s high-tech security armor. Last night was the result of some bad luck.
Now you are here, your heart racing, your breath catching.
It must be a trick. You look at Felix then your father, trying to hide your eagerness and your suspicion.
“In exchange, you will have Felix,” your father says. “He will attend school with you as a classmate. He is in all your classes and extra-curriculars. You are to keep him with you at all times of day. He will accompany you everywhere at all times of day.” Your father leans in. “Do you understand that? At all times of day.”
It does not sound too different from the security team other than the obvious fact there is only one of Felix. Even if Felix is the most skilled bodyguard in the world, he is still just one person. It seems too good to be true so it must be. Your father is waiting until you are comfortable so he can rip the rug out from under you, to put you in your place, which is flat on your back like a stupid, helpless, needy baby.
You will not give him the satisfaction. Curtly, you say, “I understand.”
“Good,” your father says. “I’m having a new bed installed in your bedroom as we speak. It should be ample space for two people without your privacy being overly encroached. When you get home, you will clear a space for Felix to move his things into your room.”
Despite your effort to remain neutral, obvious surprise blinks across your face.
“Wait, what?” you ask, darting forward in your seat. “What are you talking about?”
Your father tips his head as if perplexed with your outburst.
“Did you think you were getting away with something?” he asks. “Constantly sneaking out at night, evading my men. Do you know every time you pull a childish stunt like that, it endangers me and my business just as much as you?”
Your anger bubbles to the surface as quickly as his, cold laughter punching out of you as you say, “Oh! Your business! Of fucking course!”
“Don’t use vulgar language with me, child!”
“Don’t call me a child!” you snap back with as much fervour. “I’m fourteen years old! I’m not a little kid and I don’t need some other idiot kid babysitting me! I don’t need anyone fucking watching me!”
Felix is sitting ramrod straight, his eyes flicking back and forth between you and your father. He says nothing. He just sniffs and scratches a little circle on the exposed skin of his knee.
“You are my daughter, this is my house, and I will do with both as I please,” your father says.
“Then maybe I don’t want to be in this house!” you shout.
“You want to leave?” your father asks. He smacks a vicious hand down on his desk, rattling his computer. “Go ahead. Pick yourself up and walk out that door. Where are you going to go from here? You have no money and no skills and no protection. See how long it takes someone to pick you up off the street. You don’t want to be my daughter? You want me to ignore you when they put a gun to your head? The least they will do is kill you, you stupid little thing. But go on, since you’re so wise and brave and all grown-up. Walk out that door. I dare you.”
You sit on the very edge of your seat, your hands balled into fists. You long to swing them at his smug face but you can only sit there, vibrating with rage.
“Do you have something more to say?” your father asks.
You kick his desk, the adrenaline forcing it out of you. He smacks a mug and it smashes on the floor. Felix still does not react, though his gaze does linger on the broken mug.
“What about him!” you shriek, pointing at Felix. It draws his attention back to you, his eyebrow lifting at your pointed finger. “You’re going to leave me alone with a boy? In bed?” You imbue this exclamation with all the suggestive horror you can. “I can’t share a room with a boy! What if he’s a pervert! What if he takes pictures of me! What if he rapes me! You really trust some random boy to be alone with me?!”
The silence that follows is somehow more shrill than the yelling. Your father stares at you, resolutely focussed with such a cold glare that you shiver.
Felix shuffles in his seat. His mouth opens and he looks contemplative, weighing his words, but your father speaks before he can.
“Felix,” he says, “put your hand on the desk.”
Felix delays only seconds, more surprised by the order than reluctant. He obediently rests his hand on the desk, palm facing up.
Without looking away from you, your father grabs that hand and flips it over. Felix jerks, his feet planting, but he manages to restrain whatever instinct rattled him. He looks at his hand, at where your father pins it to the wood.
You look there too, fuming, then you look at your father. He is still glaring at you, even when he reaches into his desk. Your brow furrows when he retrieves an enveloper opener, a sleek little knife, shiny and sharp. He smacks it onto the table beside Felix’s hand. It makes you jump.
Felix just looks at the knife, tipping his head as if only mildly curious.
“Felix,” your father says. “Pick up that knife.” He leans back in his desk chair and crosses his arms, his expression bland and uncaring as he looks at you. You shake less from fury than fear, looking from your father to Felix.
Felix picks up the knife with his free hand. He looks at it, his expression revealing nothing.
“Thank you,” your father says.
He has not looked away from you even once, asserting his knowledge that Felix will obey without his supervision. You try to be as steadfast as him. You act like you couldn’t care less about the unknown boy and his freckles and beanie. This is between you and your father. You glare just as fiercely.
“Now, Felix,” your father says, “I am going to count down from three, then you are going to drive that knife into your hand. All the way through to the desk. I trust you know the spot that will do the least lasting damage.”
Your gaze whips from your father to Felix, staring at him wide-eyed as the stupid boy doesn’t even flinch. He just turns the knife over. His brow briefly pinches as he rests the tip of the knife against a soft spot on the back of his hand.
Your horrified brain is already several paces ahead, picturing his bloodied hand pinned to the wooden desk. You taste bile and it is only partially for the gore. The rest is for the fact Felix does nothing more than blink at his hand.
“Three,” your father says. “Two.”
You scream, “Stop!” at the same your father says, “One.”
You tackle Felix. The adrenaline flies out of you the same as that kick. The knife clatters to the desk and both your chairs fly out from under you.
Felix is fast. He flips you around so he takes the brunt of the fall, your head pillowing on his stomach when you land in a tangled heap on the floor. His beanie falls off when his head hits the ground. He barely winces, looking down at you.
You stare back at him, breathing hard.
“Are you fucking insane?” you ask. Tears fill your eyes, much to your horror. You try to suck them in because there is nothing you hate more than crying in front of your father. You don’t even know what is prompting the tears. Maybe it’s the forced recollection of how thoroughly his guards have invaded your life, the revelation that you will be forced to share every living moment with another intruder, or the fact he almost maimed a fourteen year old boy just to make a point.
Or, maybe, the fact you fell for it like you always do. Just a stupid little girl, high in her emotions, vulnerable and weak and in need of intervention.
You push away from Felix, directing all your emotions at him.
“You’re a fucking lunatic,” you say, spitting when you talk. “What did you think you were doing? Freak. Do you think you’re brave? You’re an idiot.”
Felix props himself up on his elbows, just staring back at you. His gaze flicks up when your father stands. That awful man circles the desk to look down at you.
You refuse to look up. You wipe your arm under your nose. Tears blur your vision.
“Felix,” your father says, “there is a car waiting outside. Take my daughter home. She is not to leave the house tonight.”
You wrench your arm away when Felix tries to help you up. He says nothing to your glare but at least he’s smart enough not to smile again. He gets up and dusts off his pants, then retrieves his beanie. You clamber to your feet and march toward the door without looking back or waiting. Only when your hand is on the doorknob does your father call your name.
You freeze, wanting so badly to ignore him and storm outside, but once the coldness settles in your veins you cannot move.
“Come here,” your father says. As if under a spell, you can only move when he demands it. You turn, facing him as he approaches. You hold still, your eyes full of tears and fists curled at your side.
Your father walks up and swiftly strikes you across the face. Tears spill over and you grab your cheek, heaving with frightened breath as your useless new bodyguard just stands there and watches.
Your father sighs.
“You’ll learn,” he says. “One way or another. If I have to chip at you with an axe until you take my shape, I’ll do it. You’ll thank me one day. Felix. Take her home. Now.”
You let Felix take your arm and guide you out of the room, too drained to fight him.
-
You refuse to be accommodating. If you’re unhappy then you will make Felix unhappy too, and if Felix is unhappy then maybe he will leave. Then your father will be unhappy and you finally won’t be.
You glare at the massive new bed taking up space in your room. It is still a big room otherwise, with plenty of space for two people, but your things are spread out everywhere and you have no intention of moving them. Instead, you empty out a single bedside drawer and point to it.
“There,” you say. “That’s yours.”
Felix is standing in the bedroom doorway wearing a backpack. He looks around the room, not sneering at its lacey, ivory princess-ness but not looking too enamoured either. He is passive as ever, quietly receiving his surroundings. He closes the door behind himself and shrugs the backpack down to the crease of his elbow.
“Kk,” he says. He puts his backpack on the floor by the bed then takes off his beanie and puts it in the drawer. He sits on the edge of the bed, hands folded in his lap. He stares at the wall.
What a weirdo.
You stare at him until he looks at you, then you scoff and roll your eyes. You dump your things on your desk and stalk over to your private bathroom door.
“Can I go pee without your supervision, or do you need to hold my hand?” you ask sarcastically.
“I don’t need to,” Felix says, “but, uhhh, I guess I can if you need help. But if you have a problem with doing it by yourself then we should probably take you to a doctor. I know first aid but I can’t really help with incontinence or like the opposite. Lol.”
He says the word lol out loud, a single grating syllable. You do not dignify his weird humour with a response. You stomp into your bathroom and slam the door shut.
There are bars on the bathroom window now. You grab the nearest bottle of soap and chuck it there, furious when tears spring back to your eyes. You feel violated even in your privacy, glaring at those bars as you shower and wash away the day.
You look at your reflection in the mirror, touching where your cheek feels tender from your father’s strike. He usually doesn’t hit your face or anywhere someone could see swelling or a cut. You suppose today’s slap was more personal than strategic.
You put on a thick sweatshirt and sweatpants. When you step back into your room, the weirdo is standing at the window with his hands behind his back. He is wearing just his ripped jeans and a t-shirt, plus those ugly army boots. He looks at you when you open the door, giving you a brief assessing stare before he smiles.
It would disarm someone more naïve. You just glare.
“Where are your things?” you ask.
He tips his head like an inquisitive cat. “Huh?” he asks.
“Your things,” you say venomously. “Aren’t you moving them in here?”
“Uh, I did,” he says. He turns and points to his side of the bed. “You gave me a drawer, remember?”
This kid unpacked a beanie.
Maybe it’s a good sign he isn’t fully moving in. Maybe this whole charade is just your father threatening you. He will torture you with this invader until he thinks you have learned a lesson, then things will go back to normal. Felix probably isn’t even a proper bodyguard, and how could he be? A skinny, pretty fourteen year old boy? He’s probably an actor or model or something.
You give him a derisive smirk and shove past him. He just shrugs and approaches the bathroom door, pausing before entering. He looks back at you.
“Don’t go anywhere, yeah?” he says, then walks into the bathroom and closes the door.
You exhale sharply. You had no intention of going anywhere, honestly too exhausted to do anything but putter around on the computer, but fuck this kid. He’s your father’s paid actor or some other nonsense, so who does he think he is to give you any orders?
You storm out of the room with the intention of marching around outside, but you stumble when you enter the upstairs corridor.
The huge house is eery in its silence. You shudder as you look around.
Even when your father is not home, the security team is here. Someone is always awake, at least one person keeping guard in the corridor, the rest of them scattered in the house and guest house. But they’re gone. They’re all genuinely gone. And because it is late evening, all the housekeepers and cleaners are gone too. You have not been in a house this empty your entire life. It feels uncanny, ghostly even. It completely halts your half-baked plan to leave, not that you planned on going much further than the pool-house.
You stand still, suspended in the unfamiliar emptiness.
“Whatcha doin’?” Felix’s freaky deep voice is suddenly right beside you. You jump away from with a startled squeak. He just stands there, his mouth in that stupid flat line, his shaggy blonde hair bouncing when he tips his head.
“Nothing,” you snap, annoyed that he scared you. “I’m just going to the kitchen for a snack. Is that against the fucking law now?”
“It’s not really healthy to eat this late at night,” Felix says, “but it’s not illegal. That would be weird.”
“I hate you,” you say. His even temperament has been driving you insane, so it is satisfying to see a flicker of genuine surprise on his face. “Just leave me alone.”
“Sorry,” he says, recovering quickly. His voice is steady. “Can’t do that. Sort of my job, you know?”
You roll your eyes then turn and stomp all the way down the stairs. Felix trails behind you without protest, not making much noise despite the boots but he is impossible to ignore regardless.
You go to the kitchen and open the fridge. You aren’t hungry but you feel like you have to eat something now just to prove a point.
Felix ambles up to the counter and perches himself on a stool. You look over your shoulder at him. He waves.
“I’m not making you anything,” you snap.
“That’s fine.” He folds his hand on the counter. “I’m not hungry. Thank you.”
You reach into the fridge and grab an eggplant out of the produce drawer. It is a ridiculous response, but you decide to out-weird the weirdo, making eye contact as you bite in the raw eggplant. You try to hide your displeasure, chewing the thick vegetable slowly. Felix tips his head very far then straightens. His eyes narrow.
“I’m pretty sure that’s toxic,” he says.
You stop chewing.
“Yeah,” he says. “Eggplant, yeah. I think when it’s raw it’s like not good for you or something? I think there’s like a chemical in it. Maybe it’s only if you eat a lot of it, uhhh, I don’t know. Just in case, I wouldn’t eat it like that if I were you.”
You stare at him with a chunk of raw eggplant still on your tongue. He could be bluffing. He could be playing mind games. He could be telling the truth, since he delivered each sentence so uncertainly. Maybe he’s just bad at mind games. You’re good at them. You’ve been playing them since you were a child, so you just stare him down, swallow the eggplant, then take another bite.
His brow furrows. You are pretty sure your displeasure is a little more obvious now, your mouth partially open as you chew. Felix did not balk at stabbing his own hand but he looks very scandalized right now. You consider it a success.
“Stop it,” Felix says.
You take another bite, ripping into it with a ferocious tear.
“What are you doing?” he asks. “What? Are you trying to commit suicide by eggplant?”
You just shrug, chewing with your mouth wide open now. His stool scrapes the ground and you brace yourself, shuffling in the opposite direction when he circles the kitchen island.
“Spit it out,” he says.
“No,” you say, spitting eggplant as you say it. You very nearly choke.
“Seriously,” Felix says. “This isn’t funny.”
You chew obnoxiously big in his direction and he pounces, smoothly intercepting your escape. He cages you in against the counter, blocking you when you try to move. You drop the rest of the eggplant and push at him, dribbling mushy vegetable and cursing through your mouthful.
“Spit. It. Out,” he says, putting his hand under your mouth like a mother to a baby. You shove that hand away, then try to shove his face away. He clearly doesn’t want to get too physical with you, but eventually he grabs your chin and holds you still, your face pinched in his hand. You stare at him, breathing hard through your nose. “Stop it,” he says.
The house is empty. The house is genuinely, seriously, completely empty. Your father trusts Felix that much.
Who is this fucking kid?
You spit the eggplant at him. It spatters on his shirt and wins you an eye roll. It’s the first expression from him to make you smile.
“Bed time,” he says, stepping back to brush the mess off his shirt.
You cross your arms and lean against the counter. “No,” you say.
“No?” he asks. His deep voice fractures with a higher-pitched sound of surprise. “Why not?”
Because you hate your father and everything he puts you through. Because petty victories are your only victories. Because there is something seriously wrong with Felix if this is his life situation, and there is something seriously wrong with you for the same reason.
So you shrug. “Make me,” you say.
There is a beat of silence.
Then the world is upside down because Felix picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. You cry out, slapping his back as he marches to the stairs. Where is he even hiding this strength?
“Put me down!” You pound on his backside while he carries you up the stairs. “When my father hears about this—”
He puts you down on the landing, swinging up a step to afford him an extra foot of height over you. He holds your wrist in his hand and looks at you very seriously.
“What?” he asks. “When he hears about me doing my job?”
You try to tug your hand back but Felix holds it tight.
“Are you serious right now?” you ask. You continue to squirm your hand in his grip. “Who the fuck are you? What do you even get out of this?”
“What do you get out of this - this - everything?” he asks.
“I get my life,” you snap. “In pieces and only for a little bit, but mine.”
“Me too,” he says.
A breathless silence follows. You realize you are holding his hand, having twisted and turned so much that he clasped your fingers with his. You both look there then at each other. You abruptly let go.
“Can we go to bed?” Felix asks, softening his voice. “Please.”
Your lower lip wobbles. You look at the stain on his shirt. You think about his hand on that desk.
“And what about my other question?” you ask.
He tips his head again, but his expression is no longer neutral. He wears his confusion openly, briefly but substantially.
“What?” he asks.
“My other question,” you say, blinking back your tears. “Who are you?”
“You tell me first,” he says. “Who are you?”
It’s easier to fight and scream than plainly express yourself. No one ever listens, so you are not practiced. You have Felix’s undivided attention but it suddenly feels like too much. You do not have it in you to glare anymore. You meet his pained gaze with your own and join him on the next step.
“I’m tired,” you say. “Let’s go to bed.”
He goes to check the security system while you get ready for bed. You are already nestled under the covers, shivering despite the thick layers because the house sounds so quiet and you are honestly scared. You jump when the door opens and Felix enters, your eyes meeting in the dim light. He looks away first, going about his own routine. You turn your back to him.
The bed is big but you still feel it dip when he gets inside. You look over your shoulder. He is laying on his back with his eyes closed. He is clearly still awake but the semblance of sleep accentuates the natural innocence of his face. You have seen the flicker of a few deeper emotions, none of them childish, but he looks his age while laying there.
His eyes open. He glances at you. You wonder what you look like to him.
“Good night,” he says, shattering the terrifying silence.
You don’t argue it. You just nod then turn away, closing your eyes, letting the sound of his breathing lull you to sleep faster than usual.
"You will see yourself just as beautiful as I see you"
Felix x Reader
Genre: fluff, comfort
Warning: mentions of stretch marks, insecurity, body image, slight mentions of smut
Wc: 1.6k
English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me.
“You want to do what?” I look at Felix, the disbelief was clear in my face. He is standing in front of me, a big grin on his lips. In one hand he is holding his camera, while the other one is holding a small container with gold glitter pigments. “Just a small photoshoot, to show you how beautiful you are. And to show you that those marks” he points to my thighs, “are nothing to be ashamed about.” I shift from one foot to the other, unsure if I should accept his offer. I have been really insecure about my stretch mark basically my whole life. But the last weeks I had the feeling the insecurity got worse again. It was hot outside in Seoul, but my mind only allows me to go out with pants that at least reach to my knees. I can’t get the thought out of my head that stretch marks are only unacceptable when they are on my body. Felix has been trying for a few days to make me feel more confident; he bought me some beautiful sundresses to wear on dates, he worships my body almost every day, not only by words but also when we have sex. He makes sure that he kisses every inch of my body, especially my thighs, but nothing seems to work right now. Now he has this “phenomenal” idea of doing a photoshoot with me, highlighting my stretch marks with gold glitter he stole from Hyunjin.
Felix notices my hesitation, he steps forward, carefully places his camera down on the small shelf in our hallway, before he gently cups my cheek with his hand. “Hey, if you don’t want to, it’s totally fine. I just thought it could help you.” I lean into his touch, the warmth of his hand radiating to my face. I think for another second before I softly nod. I trust Felix. He won’t judge or make fun of me. Felix grin grows wider, if that’s even possible, and he happily picks up his camera again. “Great, I already prepared something outside. But first, you need to change.” He gently shoves me towards our bedroom, one of the dresses he bought for me is laying on our bed. It was a beautiful white silk dress, with cuts on both sides of my thighs, leaving my outer thighs on full display.
As I walk out into our garden, Felix eyes immediately land on me. He stops what he’s doing and slowly walks over to me, his face in amazement. “Wow…” is the only thing he can mumble. His hands take place on my hips, his eyes staring deeply into mine. His gaze was warm and full of love. Normally, I feel uncomfortable when people hold strong eye contact with me, but with Felix it’s something different. His gaze is always so soft and honest. He just shows how he feels, not leaving anything to ponder and question behind. “You look really beautiful.” He whispers against my lips; his forehead is now leaning against mine. A shiver runs down my spine and I feel my cheeks starting to heat up. His plump lips land on mine and he pulls me closer to his body. I can taste his strawberry lip balm, which he uses almost every day. I slightly hum into the kiss. He always knows how to make me feel flustered and loved. Kissing him always makes me feel at home and he knows this. He gently traces over my hips with his hands, while I try to deepen the kiss with my tongue. “W-We should probably stop here, or else I can’t hold myself back” he whispers as he pulls away from the kiss. “But I would love this way more than the photoshoot.” I whine slightly. “Nah-ah. No objection. We will do this shoot and you will see yourself just as beautiful as I see you. Except you really do feel uncomfortable with this idea, then we can stop immediately” he assures me, walking back to what he prepared this morning. Only then I see a blanket placed on the grass, just in front of our wild flowerbed. It is really the perfect scenery for a shooting like this. Without saying another word, I follow Felix to the blanket, picking up the glitter from the ground and handing it to him “Will you do me the favor and put it on me”. His beautiful smile finds it’s way back on his lips and he eagerly nods. While he applies the glitter over my stretch marks, I can’t help but admire him in the golden rays of sunshine that fall right on his face. It accentuates his freckles just right and his skin basically glows in this light. Without realizing, I stretch out my hand and softly trace along his cheekbones, feeling his soft and warm skin under my touch. His eyes swiftly look up to me before he concentrates back on my thighs. “Sweetheart, I need to concentrate here.” His soft giggles hit right into my heart, making it swell with nothing but love. I study him more, watching how concentrated he is to not place the glitter wrong. I notice how his tongue is slightly sticking out, only underlining his concentration.
“So, I’m finished” Felix states excited after some minutes pass by. He closes the box of glitter and admires his works with a proud grin. “Okay, I admit…it does not look to bad…” I mumble as I study my thighs. The sunlight only makes the glitter shine even more. He traced along even the smallest stretch marks. And I need to be honest, this glitter kind of makes them look…expensive?
“Not too bad? Baby, you look amazing” He explains slightly shocked. I just giggle at his reactions. “Okay so how do you want me?” Felix thinks for a moment, standing behind his tripod. He quickly comes up with an idea that he likes and guides me into position. I am now kneeing on the blanket, my thighs on full display, due to the cut-outs of my dress. My hands are laying on my thighs and Felix directs me to just stare into the distance. He takes a few shoots, also from different angles, adjusting some hair strand here and there. He seems really happy with the outcome of the photos, so he decides to switch into some more different poses.
An hour passes and I feel myself getting slightly bored. “Honey, I think it’s unfair.” I say, just as he tries to put me into a different pose. “What do you mean?” he asks, slightly confused and nervous he might have made me uncomfortable. “That I am the only one in front of the camera. You’re also very pretty.” And that’s when a thought hit me. I quickly get up from the blanket, to which I earn a slightly annoyed “Hey” from Felix, because he just got me into another pose, and I grab the glitter from the ground. I walk up to him, and he looks at me confused, then I start to gently apply some glitter over his freckles. Felix eyes watch my fingers, which makes him squint lightly.
“Tada!” I announce my finished work, as I hold up my phone, mirror app opened, to show him the outcome of my work. He studies himself for a few seconds before a familiar smile spreads over his lips. “This is cute. Thank you” he admits calmly. I drag him along, back to the blanket, not before turning on the self-timer on his camera. Golden hour has hit us by now, which makes the glitter stand out even more, but also making our skin glow lightly. I place my hands on his cheeks, careful though, not to cover his golden freckles, while his arms wrap around my waist. We smile at each other, both happy and relieved to have each other. We don’t even realize the camera shooting the picture, both lost in each other’s eyes. “I love you. Thank you for all of this. For always making me feel loved.” I whisper softly against his lips. Felix shakes his head slightly, a shaky laugh escaping his mouth. “Sweetheart, there is nothing to thank me about. It is my pleasure to make you feel that way. It makes me happy to see you happy. That’s all that matters to me. Please understand that you are perfect for me, in every single way. I don’t care about your stretch marks or any other thing you don’t like about yourself. For me, that all belongs to you. And I love you…All of you.” Small tears build up, not only in my eyes, but also in his. His voice is filled with pure honesty and love. Making me start to believe every single thing he says.
“Hey Hyunjin, here’s your glitter back.” Felix says while entering the practice room, handing the small box back to his owner. Hyunjin looks from the glitter to Felix and then back to the glitter before quickly taking it out of his hands. “You stole my glitter?” he shouts a little overdramatic. “Well not really stole it. Just borrowed it” Felix shrugs slightly, but his smile grew wide immediately. “But look at those beautiful pictures” Felix explains excited while almost shoving his phone in Hyunjins face, showing him his lockscreen, which is now the picture of Felix and me, standing in the garden, smiling brightly at each other. Hyunjin just laughs slightly while shaking his head “You are unbelievable.”