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dancinglikebutterflywings · 15 days

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Ghosts are Real | Lee Felix

Pairing: Lee Felix x Ghost!Reader

Request: No. This is a repost from my old account and part of the Halloween special I did last year.

Synopsis: Felix doesn't want to believe ghosts are real until Hyunjin mentions Y/N, the resident ghost.

Warnings: I tried making this one spooky but it just ended up sweet because, after all, it's Felix. Mentions of death, exhaustion. Reader has a little brother.

Word Count: 1,303

Requests: Open.

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A chill runs down Felix’s spine as he hears a whisper that sounds right by his ear. He pauses the game he’s playing with Jeongin, causing the younger man to groan and drop his controller on the couch in annoyance. He was just about to beat Felix at Mario Kart for the 1000th time.

“Did you hear that?” Felix asks his friend as he looks around the room for someone else. He knows that it’s just him and Jeongin in their dorm. Minho is out visiting his family and cats and Seungmin is out filming a vlog with Changbin and Hyunjin.

Jeongin, slightly annoyed and thinking Felix is trying to distract him from winning this race, replies, “I didn’t hear anything.” He un-pauses the game only for Felix to pause it again causing Jeongin to become even more frustrated with his Hyung. “What the hell, Hyung?”

“We’re still the only one’s here, right?” he asks making sure no one had come back when he went to use the bathroom or when he went into his room to grab something.

Jeongin nods his head and stands up before disappearing into his bedroom. He comes back out a minute later holding his shoulder bag. “I need to go grab a few things. Do you need anything?”

“I’m good,” Felix shakes his head, exiting the game before switching it off.

After Jeongin leaves the apartment, Felix questions if he should have gone with him as an unsettling feeling falls over the apartment.

“Ghosts aren’t real,” his voice comes out soft as he tries to convince himself that the spectral beings don’t exist. His mind travels back to all the times someone has told them about their experiences with the paranormal.

The sound of something clattering on the floor causes him to jump and spin around, searching for what could have made the noise. He finds a metal chopstick laying on the kitchen floor. Confused and frightened, he picks it up, cleans it off and places it where they keep the chopsticks.

“Ghosts are still not real,” he tries to convince himself again and looks for ways the chopstick could have moved from the sink to the floor.

“-very real,” he hears a whisper. It was so quiet that if there was any other sound, he wouldn’t have heard it.

“No, you’re not,” he finds himself arguing with the faint voice. “You’re not real because ghosts don’t exist.”

Rushing into his room, he turns on his computer, grabs his headset and puts it on as he sits in his desk chair. As he’s about to load up his game, the computer switches off and reboots. The words ‘I am real.’ come across the black screen. Terrified he throws his headset off and hurries out of the room. He’s about to leave the apartment when Seungmin and Hyunjin make their way through the front door, causing him to scream in fright.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks coming across his terrified friend, who is on the verge of tears.

“I think we need a new dorm,” he tells them, calming down and feeling a little better that he isn’t alone anymore. “I think this one is haunted.”

“I thought you don’t believe in ghosts?” Seungmin says as he moves into the kitchen to get himself a drink.

“I don’t want to,” he groans. “But too much weird shit goes on here. Things are moved, doors open and close and now I’m hearing voices. Maybe I’m going crazy.”

“Or you’ve finally met Y/N,” Hyunjin says like it’s no big deal. As someone who’s had sleep paralysis, he’s seen some weird shit and wasn’t all too surprised when he found out that the dorm the youngest three occupy with Minho is haunted.

Felix’s fear turns into confusion, “Y/N?”

“She’s your ghost,” he explains. “I’ve seen her a few times. She’s around our age and seems nice. But I think she’s a little lonely. It would be quite lonely being a ghost. No one can see, hear or touch you.”

Both Felix and Seungmin look at him stunned.

“Have you talked to her?” Seungmin asks, not sure if he should believe it himself.

“No, but I see her out the corner of my eye sometimes,” he says and turns to Felix. “If you’re noticing everything than maybe you should talk to her. Has she tried to reach out?”

“Something weird just happened with my computer and I know there’s no fault anywhere in it. I built it myself,” he admits. “What should I do?”

“Get a Ouija board,” Hyunjin suggests.

“I’m not getting one of those,” Felix shakes his head. “I’ll just download one of those apps.”

Later that night, Felix is in his bedroom, earphones in his ears as the static from the ghost talking app plays in his ears. All afternoon he’s been debating with himself whether he should do it or not. But his curiosity won out over his fear, and he downloaded the app he’s now bravely using. He wanted to know what was causing all the strange occurrences that’s been happening in the dorm and if any of what Hyunjin said is true.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” he sighs out loud.

“For me,” a faint woman’s voice cut through the static, surprising the blonde.

“Y/N?” he asks, his voice shaky and heart pounding against his chest. He looks around his bedroom trying to find any hint of another person being there. There’s nothing and no-one.

The same voice cuts through the static again. “Yes.”

He pulls his earphones out of his ears not quite believing what he’s hearing. He takes a minute to settle his racing heart and his mind before he puts the earphones back into his ears. The static fills his head again.

“Is your name really Y/N?” he asks wanting confirmation.

“L/N... Y/N...”

“Hyunjin’s right about you,” he says more to himself.

“Yes... Hyunjin... good.”

“He’s going to lose his mind when I tell him about this,” after he says that he hears a giggle come through. He can’t help the smile that makes its way on to his lips. She has pretty laugh. “What happened to you?”

“I... died,” he hears.

“Obviously. How did you die?” he asks.

“...Exhausted...”

“Were you young?”

“21.”

“Way too young,” he suddenly feels sad. He’s only a few years older than she was. He feels like he still has so much to do and couldn’t imagine what it would be like having your life cut short before you can even live it fully. It makes him realize how truly blessed he is to be alive and living his dreams and reaching accomplishment after accomplishment. “I’m sorry you never got the chance to live a full life.”

“Me... too...” her voice comes through again. “But... I lived... good... life... in years... had.”

Feeling more at ease than earlier, he settles on his bed and spends the rest of the night talking to Y/N as if they were two new friends getting to know each other.

Y/N told him all about her life when she was alive, her baby brother who she often goes and watches over, that Seungmin’s bedroom use to be her bedroom, but she always liked Felix’s the best because of the view and the way the sunlight and the moonlight would shine through the windows. He told her he doesn’t mind sharing the room with her and told her about how he’s living his dream with his seven best friends, how he gets to travel abroad, and do everything that he does. He even told her about his family and Australia.

Eventually, he falls asleep with the static from the app still playing in his ears and making a mental note to talk to Hyunjin, telling him everything he learned about Y/N.

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straylightdream · 1 year

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“I think about you”

feat: lee felix x f.reader

↳ “There was something about you that now I can’t remember. It’s the same damn thing that made my heart surrender”

exes to lovers au

status: coming soon

warnings: mentions of loss of virginity, dealing with past heartbreak and angst, protected sex, oral (both receiving, body worship

an: this is a part of my college skz series SSFW where you can read one or all the stories. Each boys story weaves together but they can be read as ones shots.

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chlodavids · 8 months

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Fic Recs

Symbols

💬 Social Media Au

💔 Angst

🔥 Smut/ mature

☀️ Fluff

💌 Text messages

Bang Chan

Unprofessional by @exxxtraoddinary 🔥(blog deactivated)

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Seven by @thiswasneverthat

LTNS by @phenomenalgirl9

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Lee Know

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Too hot to handle by @seospicybin 🔥

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Seo Changbin

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Seo Tiny by @astraysimp ☀️

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Hwang Hyunjin

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

It's a scream baby by @mixtape-racha

astringent by @kiestrokes 🔥

only fools fall for you - @hyunjinspark 💬

Art teacher!Hyunjin by @samiiy20

Encore by @baby-yongbok 🔥

An S-Class Connection by @mysweethannie 🔥

just look at me | smau by @ppiri-bahng 💬

Ship by @phenomenalgirl9 ☀️

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Han Jisung

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Escort by @jonespicy 💬

Let’s Fall in Love, IRL by @feelbokkie 💬

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Lee Felix

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

It's a scream baby by @mixtape-racha

Too hot to handle by @seospicybin

Before you fall by @whatsk-poppinhomies

Before you choose by @whatsk-poppinhomies

Hufflepuff boy by @kkami-writes 🔥

Tangled Hearts @chansdoll

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Kim Seungmin

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Little Mister by @astraysimp ☀️

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Yang Jeongin

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OT8

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Masterlist by @hyunedew

SKZ!9TH MEMBER AU by @skz-streamer

Masterlist by @kkami-writes

Connected by @sky-yuna

Texting Bf!Skz | JealousBoyCore✨|💌🔥☀️

pt. 1 pt.2 by @skzfairyyyf8te

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minsung x reader x ot8 partner sharing - @skzms

FAN by @prettiestboyev 💬

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kim-miyeon · 2 years

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FOUR

PAIRINGS: Lee Felix x Female Reader

GENRE: Victorian AU

WARNINGS: 18+, marriage, blood, mild sexual attempts, strong language, arranged marriage, religion descriptions, angst, (Warnings vary on chapter.)

WORD COUNT: 5.6K

m.list | three | five

Your mind could not halt the overbearing understanding that you were not in the room with Felix. It had been well over two hours since you had been called back down to your prior engagements. It was tormenting to wonder if he was starving, or cold. Did he need anything? It was driving you mad. You had been unable to focus on any conversations that your guest had tried to have with you that evening, consuming all the congratulations from everyone left you in a daze. And yet, here you were, passing farewells to the last few straddlers who were leaving well beyond the ending time.

“Thank you for coming.” Gregory smiled charmingly at the elder guests as they walked to the both of you shaking hands.

Gregory walked behind the last few guests as they exited to their carriages, softly closing the large front door.

“Wow! I am so exhausted. Y/N!” Your mother exclaimed as she made her way to you, embracing you into a hug. “Do make sure you get plenty of rest for tomorrow’s activities!”

“Yes, Mama.” You replied as she stepped back and your father then walked up to you.

“I will see you tomorrow my dearest,” His palm caressed the side of your face and you smiled softly.

“Gregory, as always, it is a delight.” Your father continued as he reached out his arm to Gregory who proudly shook your father’s hand.

“Of course sir,” He replied and you internally rolled your eyes towards the confidence Gregory had.

“We will be heading to our corridors, it is rather late. Gregory feel free to stay-” Your mother started as you quickly cut her off.

“-NO!”

With all eyes on you, your brain scrambled to make any kind of excuse to your outburst and Gregory chuckled.

“I mean… it is not deemed incredibly appropriate for the groom to sleep in the home of his bride days before they are to wed! It could be considered bad luck!” Your mind was on a mental break as your words rambled faster than you were able to think.

“It seems that my beautiful Y/N is very nervous about that thought, and it is my responsibility as her future husband to respect her wishes. Thank you for the offer Madam, but I will be okay traveling.” Gregory addressed your mother as she sighed.

“Very well, I was not aware you were superstitious, my darling. Have a good night to both of you.” You mother and father then retreated away leaving only you and Gregory in the foyer.

Gregory spun his direction towards you, smirking and rubbing his jaw.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk” Gregory started and you scoffed as you turned your direction away from him. Gregory grabbed your arm instantly and pulled your back towards his chest. Rage began to boil in your veins as his hot breath lowered into your neck.

“Let. Go. Of me.” You gritted.

“Why would I?” His hand grazed up your arm and you began to fight against him as he tightened his grip around you.

“Let me go, I swear –”

“Imagine what it would be like for me to stay in your bed tonight…” Gregory’s cold and rough hand grazed the back of your neck as his mouth made its hot breath near the top of your ear, “uncovering you from this dress, seeing you in all your hot flushed skin.”

You began to feel scared, helpless. Owned. Your worst nightmare.

“I know what I said earlier, Y/N, but I cannot wait to have you all to myself…” He leaned closer into your ear and placed a kiss, “I love the way you fight against me..” You jerked out of his grip, hard.

You angrily turned to him and you pushed him, “Fuck you, Gregory. You are the scummiest, most disgusting human I have ever laid my eyes on. Get out of my house.”

Gregory smirked at you, clicking his tongue and stepped forward a tad.

“I can’t wait to make you mine.” He spoke lowly as he retreated to the door. You felt your body chill and shiver. The idea, the thought that he believed in the future that you would be his ward.

It was almost real. It was to become real.

You bit your lip as it quivered in the fear of losing what little independence this life granted you. And how painful it was that your heart was insatiably craving one person. One person who was up in your closet, hungry and alone.

“Felix.” You whispered in realization as you ran back into the banquet room towards the kitchen.

You entered the empty, quiet room, filled with the aromas of left over delicacies. Your eyes gazed over all the scrumptious food and grew appalled that your family allowed all this food to go to waste rather than those who would need it more. Those like Felix. You began to walk further into the kitchen and looked ahead of you at the long wooden table filled with pastries. At the edge of all the food sat a small woven basket that had been used to collect linens. You softly stepped over to the table. As you looked around timidly, you walked inches further to grab the small basket.

“Milady?” you heard a voice of a man that startled you as you yelped.

“Henry! Oh my, hello. I didn’t know anyone would be in here.” You rambled quickly in embarrassment as the chef Henry stood before you.

“Milady, are you—“

“Famished!” You cut Henry off as you chuckled nervously, “It's difficult to eat when you’re entertaining. May I?” You reached for the basket and Henry gestured at you.

“No no, go ahead!” You nodded kindly as you turned back to the display of food. You began picking everything and anything in sight, you were not sure what Felix liked. You wondered if he enjoyed the same food as you, the same interest. He clouded your mind so much that you were worried he was almost fiction. You heard Henry cleaning up some of the mess and some whispers behind you, which you had assumed must have been servant boys who had stayed late to clean and prep. You slightly turned your head over your shoulders and sighed a bit.

“Do not tell mother. She will have a cow.” You turned fully to Henry who had just sent servant boys off with a stack of plates to clean. Henry nodded to you and you looked down at your gown and back up again meeting Henry’s eyes.

“Henry. The servant boys… they do eat don’t they?” Your voice trembled in sadness by the question and at the troubling fact you even had to ask.

“It’s challenging.. but they manage.” Henry replied and you pressed your lips tightly together. You hated the division that occurred between the wealthy and the commoners. You despised the phrases, wealthy and common. You were born into this life, given food and water, a bed to sleep on. None of which you worked for. None that was a reward for your efforts. All given because you were born and it never felt fair.

“Let the boys eat the food tonight. As much as they would like. Please.”

“Milady I-” Henry stumbled a bit in surprise at your words. You felt the fear in his eyes if your mother would find out, which sickened you to believe that her heart could not allow the food to feed mouths of those who serve us.

“Please, Henry. Leave the scolding to me if my mother were to find out.” With that, you grabbed your basket of food and retreated out of the kitchen, back to where the blonde boy stayed.

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The large door of your bedroom stood before you as you felt the lightweight sparkles flow within the pit of your stomach. It was so magical, you have never felt so nerve wracked in your whole life. You gently reached out and took a hold on the golden handle, pushing it down and creaking the door open.

The room was dark except for the light of the moon and stars that showed through the bedroom window.

“Felix..” You whispered softly looking towards the closet. You turned your body to shut the door behind you before you inched forward towards the closet where he was. You knocked on the closet door lightly at first and pressed your ear against it.

“Felix, are you awake?” You asked slightly louder. You were afraid of the lack of response and then you quickly opened the door to find the beautiful blonde boy, arms crossed around his chest, legs pulled in close. His eyes were softly closed and he slept deeply.

“How does one sleep on an empty stomach?” You chuckled and you sat close in front of him admiring the softly airbrushed freckles on his pale face. How could such a handsome man be so real? And here, in your presence? He seemed so fictional in your dreams, so far out of your reach. And yet, here he sat, merely inches away from your breath. As rare as gold.

You brought yourself up, leaving the basket of pastries next to him as you retreated to find a quilt for him. You walked over to your bed and you found a soft cream quilt that you had at the edge of your bed. Carefully, you made your way back to the closet where Felix slept and you placed the large quilt over his fragile body. He breathed in deeply at the motion and you smiled softly as he immediately snuggled into the warmth added on him. Your body began to move without a sense of your mind and you reached out your small hand to his face and you grazed the blonde strands of hair that rested on his forehead. The tingles of the eminent spark flowed through your fingertips as your heart fluttered in awe. This was love. You were sure of it. And it was almost a dream in the way that you were unable to explain how this man, whom you had just met, had this unexplainable attachment to you. You were sure of it. This love meant something, and you couldn’t let it leave.

You stood back up and looked at him one last time, smiling to yourself as you shut the closet door.

“Goodnight Felix.”

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Your eyes fluttered open softly at the sound of Adelaide drawing your shades and exposing the sunlight. You breathed in heavily and sat up, stretching your arms out and groaning. You felt so exhausted from the night prior and that’s when it all hit you.

“Good morning Milady! How was the ball last night-” Adelaide began as your eyes grew big and you jumped out of bed an anxious mess.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Adelaide halted her morning duties walking over to you concerned.

“Yeah.. I mean yes, I am fine. I just drank a little too much, I feel a bit ditsy. Sorry.” You shook your head and nervously chucked as you looked over to the closed closet door, wondering if you had been caught. Adelaide would have said something if you were, so you had hoped Felix was still in there, quiet as a mouse.

“I will go fetch some tea, while you freshen up.” Adelaide smiled and walked past you as you nodded to her and waited for her to close your door before you raced over to the closet door.

You knocked firmly, “Felix, are you awake?”

Silence.

You feared that perhaps your memory did not serve you right, perhaps he was a figment of your imagination. But you did not want to believe that.

You opened the door of your closet and your fears confirmed. He was gone. Not a trace. The basket you had brought had disappeared. Your medicine box sat at the top of your closet and when you thought of the quilt, you turned to your bed and noticed the quilt had been laid on the edge of your bed, where you had rested on days before. Untouched. You felt empty, confused. Has this all been something in your mind?

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The birds above you flew freely amongst themselves as you watched enviously. You wanted so badly to be free from everything. From this wedding, from your fate, from Gregory. Your mind was stuck on last night, and how you had wrapped Felix’s hand and laughed with him. It was such a short time but it consumed your mind. How could it have not been real, when it felt so real?

“Y/N?!” Your name was shouted, only to realize your name was being shouted many times before but you had tuned out.

“Yes?” You looked over to your little sister, Clarissa, who was holding her mallet and looking at you rather annoyed.

“Are you even listening to me? It is like I am talking to a statue!” Clarissa stated and you sighed apologetically. You two were in the middle of a morning croquet game, but you could not focus at all. Not with the way things are.

“I apologize Clarissa, I am ready.” You gave her a half smile and she scoffed at you as she prepared to hit her ball.

“Are you that nervous about marrying “OH-So-Mr-Perfect?” Clarissa spoked and you rolled your eyes and she looked back at you, noticing the disgust in your face after she had hit her ball.

“Trust me, he is far from perfect,” You began, as you set up your hit and your sister watched you.

“I do not understand,” Clarissa started as you hit your ball and she continued, “if you do not love him, why marry him? I thought marriage was between two that loved each other?”

You paused and sighed as you looked at your sister, almost in an indescribable sadness. Her youth made her so innocent, and naive. The world was showing its brutality to you that you had no choice but to wish for a new world where she could be free of all this pain.

“Sometimes, we must do things for the better of all. In this case, I must do what is best for you and our family rather than what is best for me.” Clarissa looked at you and most likely noticed the hurt in your voice. You knew that she looked to you for guidance and answers. You were her heroine, and she aspired to be you.

“I wish you would do what is best for you.” Clarissa warmly stated and you smiled at her before she grew a big cheeky smile continuing, “Your life almost could be written as a tragic romance novel”

“Oh yeah, and who would be the brilliant author to write a novel about my sad life story?” you asked, setting up to hit your ball again.

“I would!” Clarissa exclaimed.

“Is that right?” you turned back at her and rested your palms on top of the mallet. “And how many romance novels has the great Clarissa read?”

“Quite a bit, actually. My collection has grown rather large, thank you for asking.” You scoffed playfully at her answer and turned back to hit your ball.

“And do I want to know where you acquired these books of yours?” You questioned after hitting, seeing Clarissa walk up besides you and looking at you teasingly.

“Why share secrets when it's more fun keeping them?” She cheekily smirked at you and you laughed together.

You had to admit that sharing these small moments with Clarissa always brightened up your days. She had so much growing to do but was so clever in her own way. You loved her dearly and always wanted to show her a life different from yours. If you couldn’t have the life you dreamt of, maybe she could.

As you laughed, your eyes met over to the side of your home where you saw a figure of a man looking at you and again you felt everything stop. The man with blonde hair and a beautiful smile waved softly at you and your eyes grew wide.

Felix.

“Clarissa,” You turned to her and she looked back, “I’ve got to go and prepare for the afternoon activities.”

Clarissa dramatically sighed, “When will we ever finish a game of croquet?”

You two laughed and you embraced your sister sweetly, before taking off to the home in the direction of Felix.

The steps you took as you neared the corner of your home felt as if they were slower each time. A large bush on the side stood in your eyesight as you noticed the large land expanding to the other side of your estate. Soon you felt a hand wrap around your wrists, pulling you behind the bush.

“AH!” You screamed before another hand covered your mouth and you looked at the eyes of the man that had fallen asleep in your closet.

His freckles had darkened slightly since your midnight encounter, and in the light you were able to see the gracefulness of his eyelashes that fluttered shut when he blinked. You could smell his natural scent, almost sweet as honey and subtle in a way where he came off so peaceful. His nose carved infinitely beautiful on his face. How could one man be so divine and so alive?

“Felix, I-” you couldn’t breathe almost as he had lowered his hand and stood so close to you you could feel his breath. The pit of your stomach flipped in excitement, “I was beginning to think you were not real.”

He chuckled and you awed in his grasp as he slowly lifted his hand, in an ever so gentle touch, placed his fingertips amongst your temple, pushing a fallen strand behind your ear.

“Sorry for leaving without notice, thank you for the food. It was most delicious.” the frequency of his voice rumbled in your ears, and it made you drunk with anticipation.

“I’m happy that you ate,” you smiled brightly, allowing your hand to caress his wrist as well before you felt the thickness of the wrap you had placed on his hand hours before. Your gaze lowered to his wrist and hand where you had spotted that the gauze was developing a dark red hue.

“Your hand!” you announced in concern, “I told you not to put unnecessary pressure on it!”

“I needed an excuse to see you again.” Felix spoke honestly, almost in shame for your concern. You looked up to him and his eyes gleamed at you like two gorgeous suns. You felt his apologetic energy as you sighed at him.

“So you used the tactic of potentially acquiring an infection to do so?” You teased and he shrugged a tad before you laughed to yourself, blushing almost as the heat in your face rose.

“Can I meet you in your room tonight? To patch up the wound?” Felix offered and smiled playfully to which you giggled at. His aurora brought you so much peace and serenity, it was impossible to not want to smile in his very presence.

“And how do I know that you won’t go off to hurt yourself again?” You crossed your arms over your chest in a playful way and he took a step closer.

“Well,” another step.

“If patching up my wound every night means that I get to see you…” a few more steps.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to break every bone in my body.” you inhaled sharply and Felix took a few more steps.

“You are as gorgeous under the sun as you are under the moon.” He spoke deliciously and you felt as if your heart had stopped.

Soon you were against the bricks of your large home, behind the bush, with Felix entrapping you. His body heat was feeding into your skin and you felt flushed. Your heart raced faster with excitement and need. You needed this. You memorized every feature of his blissful face and body. He inched closer into you and your eyes began to flutter close until-

“Y/N!” The sound of the man’s voice jerked both of you out of the trance back into reality. Your cursed under your breath as you peeked over Felix’s shoulder to see the carriage of Gregory in front of your home.

“Shit,” You said and looked at Felix, “I’ve got to go. I’m so sorry.”

You began to leave before Felix grabbed your wrist again and pulled you back into him, chest to chest and you looked at him in confusion as you heard Gregory shout your name again.

Felix leaned in and entrapped you in the most heavenly feeling as his lips landed on yours. Your mind went blank, a sharp bright white as you had removed all barriers of negativity in your life. Because here is what mattered the most. You and Felix, and it was unexplainable. This pull that gravity used between you both. The tension that you two had and you could feel his heart beat with yours in sync. This was love. And even though you had just met this man yesterday, a part of you had known him for years.

Felix pulled back and smiled at you and you giggled a bit. You bit your lip and held your palm to your cheek as you felt the heat rise to the top of your skull.

“I will see you tonight Felix.” You softly said as you turned to walk towards the front of your home where Gregory was, leaving Felix in the bushes, watching you leave to another man.

You walked towards Gregory who was standing by the carriage looking at his watch until he saw the figure of you approach him.

“Ah, finally! It’s about time you came out here. We are going to be late Y/N.” Gregory annoyedly stated and you scoffed at him and lifted your gown to enter the carriage.

Our parents will cause chaos if we are not prepared.” He continued and you looked at him in disbelief.

“Why do you care so much? Afraid I’ll leave you at the altar?” You jokingly remarked as Gregory sat in the carriage and he clicked his tongue.

You stared out of the carriage as it began to pass by all the land that your family owned, heading towards the town church where you and Gregory will be rehearsing your wedding ceremony. But none of that even mattered to you, your mind was well consumed.

Consumed of the kiss you had just shared with the man in your dreams. You could not forget the silkiness of the pair of lips that were placed on yours, and the pit of your stomach grew warm. He was peace and tranquility inhuman form. You wanted to be with him every morning, every evening and all the hours in between. But in the back of your mind you had to wonder, why now?

You were to be wed in 72 hours. You looked up to Gregory who was sitting on the other side of you, legs crossed, chin rested on his thumb and finger, staring out as well. It upset you deeply that you had known this man for years, and his reputation. But none of it mattered to your parents. It felt painful that perhaps you were bred for this, to become a pawn of a man’s game. So why did Felix come to you now? What was the reason for making you fall in love with this man, that you had only known in a dream, if it was not to wed to him. Or to be in his embrace. Were you being tested by the gods? When will this unbearable nightmare end for you? Will you ever be free?

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“Oh the lovely couple is here!” The chirping of Gregory’s mother rang through the chapel as you and Gregory entered the large room that was being decorated with lavish ivory colors as the workers were preparing for what seemed to be the biggest wedding of the town.

“Hello mama,” Gregory embraced his mother as you saw your parents walk towards you. Your father was wearing his military uniform, looking very strict and standoffish, but loosened up as Gregory walked over to him to shake his hand.

Your mother came up to you and embraced you, as she began to fix your hair and face by licking her thumbs and placing it on you.

“Mama!” you cried out, swapping her hands away from you.

“Darling, you must look tidy and prepared, this is incredibly important.” She stated and you scoffed.

“Mama, it is a rehearsal, no one is here to witness. It is hardly that important.” You informed as you and your mother made your way down the aisle to the pews, where you then noticed the Father had entered at the front.

He was a tall man, hair thinning out a bit in his head, so you could tell he was an older man. He cleared his throat before he began, “ Good afternoon, and thank you for being here today. My name is Father Chris and I will be leading our rehearsal! Can Greogry and Y/N please meet me in the back of the chapel where our procession will begin?”

You turned to your mother who nodded as she made her way to your father to sit in the pews as your parents and future in-laws observed the rehearsal. Gregory then walked to your side as you both walked back up the aisle to the back of the chapel. Father Chris walked to the both of you and smiled.

“Good afternoon to you both, how are you feeling?” Father Chris asked, holding what looked like a Bible in his hand.

“Well.” you both responded and Father Chris nodded and smiled.

“Very good, we will go ahead and begin our procession practice. Gregory, you will process first down the right side of the room once the music begins from the organs. Your groomsmen will follow of course. When you reach the front of the altar, you will bow and walk to the right side and turn to face the audience and the aisle where Y/N will walk down.” Gregory nodded his head in understandment and smiled as the Father turned to you.

“After Gregory has found his place, we will have the audience rise for your entrance. You will walk at a slower pace, as you come down the aisle to meet Gregory at the altar. Normally brides walk on the left side of the room but this is a high social wedding, everyone will want to see you. ”

“Yes, Father Chris.” You smiled and he nodded.

“Very good! After that has been done we will begin the ceremony.” Father John turned to walk back to the altar as you stood by Gregory and sighed heavily.

“I don't’ like this anymore than you do Y/N,” Gregory started and you turned to him as he looked at you, “so why don’t we make this quick, I have important meetings to attend to today.”

You scoffed at his egocentric attitude and you heard the organ begin to play as Gregory stepped to the side to walk towards the altar.

He walked with no care in mind, he was confident, wealthy, handsome. And with that came his snobby attitude and his utmost disrespect. He hated this as much as you did but rather than you, he craved the control he was to have. Control to do whatever he pleased and your lack of ability to fight him. It frightened you and burdened you with images of a future where you bear his children and extend his bloodline. For the sake of whom? Your father.

Gregory approached the altar, bowing at the cross before he made his way to the side and turned to face you. You inhaled a sharp breath as you stepped your right foot forward, looking straight ahead of you and the golden cross that bore your sight. This didn’t feel holy, this was betrayal in the most beautiful form. You wanted to run out of the church, you wanted to run so far away. Back to Felix, back in your bedroom, behind that bush, anywhere where your fate did not end like this.

Your mind went blank in deep thought that you didn’t even realize you had made your way down the aisle. Face to face with the altar as you halted. Gregory stood there smiling, hands clasped at the front of his trousers. You bowed at the altar and made your way next to Gregory.

You looked at your parents. To your father. His face was unreadable, but it spoke a million words. Telling you to speak when spoken to and to do as you were told. You swallowed a bit and turned back to Gregory and Father Chris.

“Excellent job! Around this time we will have the audience sit down and begin our service and ceremony as normal. I was told that the bride and groom would be practicing their wedding vows. Gregory and Y/N, if you may.” Father Chris ushering you and Gregory to hold hands.

His hands, cold as ice, rough and ridged. Nothing compared to the soft and gentle touch Felix offered you. But, this wasn’t Felix. Because you knew very well that where an angel is, a devil is not too far.

“I, Gregory,” Father began.

“I, Gregory,” Gregory responded, looking at you in deep concentration. His eyes are as dark as coal, Expressing every malintent.

“Take thee, Y/N, to be my wife…”

“Take thee, Y/N, to be my wife”

Breathe, Y/N. You thought.

“To have and to hold from this day forward..”

Inhale…

“To have and to hold from this day forward…”

Exhale…

You blinked once and then you were gone. Around you was a field of grass, and the sound of a lake. You turned your head to the side and back to the front and you saw his face. Felix.

There he stood in a black and white suit, hair brushed back, face portraying more beauty that the world could produce. You wore a beautiful ivory dress, one fit for a bride. You were holding hands, and he recited back to you.

“I, Felix, take thee, Y/N, to be my wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death part us.”

Your throat burned as you choked a tear through your eyes, looking at the man who you knew that your heart belonged to. You felt the tear fall from your eyelashes and you closed your eyes to let it fall. You opened your eyes again and there stood, hand in hand with Gregory.

“Y/N are you alright?” Father Chris asked you and you looked at him and back at Gregory.

“Will you excuse me for a moment?” You mumbled softly and you turned to run down the aisle and out to the chapel doors. Finding the nearest room you could, you pushed the door open before your heart began to break before you could catch a breath. Tears flowed from your eyes and the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t do this. You knew you couldn’t. It wasn’t fair, none of this is what you wanted. You knew where your heart lied and who it belonged to, and it wasn’t the man you left standing at the altar, lying through his teeth.

A few knocks at the door startled you as you wiped tears from your face. “Who is it?”

“Darling, it’s Mama.” You sighed as you heard your mother call out gently from the other side, “May I come in?”

You trembled and shook as you reached your hand out to pull the handle on the door, revealing your puffy and blotchy face.

“Oh my darling, what is the matter?” Your mother stretched out her arms and embraced you as you continued to sob into her arms.

“I cannot do it, Mama. I cannot.” you wailed into her shoulder as she stroked your back comfortingly.

“Shh, calm down my love. What can you not do?” Your mother pulled you back to face you as she wiped your tears.

“I cannot marry Gregory, Mama.” You started and your mother gasped.

“Y/N! Why would you say such a thing?!” Your mother was clearly upset and you kept going.

“Mama, I do not love Gregory. I do not wish to be entrapped in a marriage where I am not happy. He is awful and cruel, and I cannot-”

“ENOUGH!” Your mother snapped at you which made you quiet rather quickly.

“Now you listen to me, your father has worked too hard for too long for this moment and I refuse to let you ruin it. All of this is to provide for our family. We have been planning this wedding for years and we will not allow this, foolish feeling to be in our way–”

“But Mama I do not lo-”

“Love him? Darling, those who marry for love, do not live the lives we do. Love doesn’t exist, It's a distraction for those who cannot believe in becoming better for themselves. So they believe that finding someone will make everything better. It's childish. And you, my pet, are no child.” Your mother turned away as she left you standing there in disbelief, feeling crushed and disposed. She reached for the door handle before she turned her head slightly to speak.

“Now, you will wipe up your tears and go back out there. And you will marry Gregory.” Your mother opened the door before finishing her last statement.

“And you will speak none of this nonsense to your father.”

A/N : Hello everyone! Thank you immensely for your patience. This was a hard chapter to write after everything and I hope it served well. I cannot express my love and gratitude to you all. Enjoy!-KMY

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reverielix · 3 years

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Dance to This ⇢ Lee Felix

genre: angst, fluff words: 394 warnings: non (except it’s a bit cheesy hehe it’s my pisces mercury jsdkb) song: Dance To This // Troye Sivan feat. Ariana Grande

pls forgive me for all the em-dashes and making this a 1st person witness ghost pov

Young ambition Say we'll go slow but we never do Premonition See me spendin' every night with you

He doesn’t have to look at the 80s TV. Gaze on her, his lips dance along the lines in his memory. Shaken by the vibrations of his dulcet voice—his Australian accent paints the song in his unique tone—I still haven’t gotten accustomed to it. Azure and magenta blend into a violet blur of lights dancing around the stage, and their feet tap the matte black to the mellow beat.

Oh, yeah, under the kitchen lights You still look like dynamite And I wanna end up on you

His right side faces the audience, headlights cast shadows on his left, trace the shape of his nose, his lashes. The illuminated walnut eye like the moon among his star-like freckles. Two feet apart—he smells like freshly baked cherry pie—but it only takes one step for their microphones to touch.

We can just dance to this Don't take much to start me We can just dance to this Push up on my body, yeah You know we've already seen all of the parties

His eyes wane crescent and beam at her after she’s missed her cue—I wouldn’t have—and letters fill in pinkly on the silver-tinted screen. From word to word jumps the yellow dot, passing the second line before her Stentorian voice joins his. Though his words are honeyed, his eyes absorb hers for the first time and his voice has never resounded in her ears before, this is my last goodbye.

Dear beloved Bring those 501s a bit closer, bit closer And dear, my lover Do that thing we never do sober, sober .... You know what I wanna do

Eyelids fall heavy as she concentrates on creating a transition between falsetto and breathy chest. Nasal. When her pupils peek out from under her glued-on lashes, he extends his hand, and right on the drop, she slips hers in it.

We can just dance to this

Drunken giggles resonate among the audience at a soft voice crack after his arm guides her in a spin—I’ve always wondered what it looked like when I still lived.

Through strands of straightened blond hair she mirrors his smile, and soon, they giggle along the bridge.

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wonkiewolfie · 5 years

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@amber-alpacca asked: “Uh for the blurb thing? Felix (skz) and midnight? :)”

Sorry this took so long!!! This one is cuuuute and I’m sOft :((( that’s all I have to say. I hope you like sickfics bc that’s what I’m good at lol

Warnings: slight mention of bodily fluids, but nothing graphic at all.

Felix wasn’t feeling well, so you volunteered to watch him while the others went about their work schedules. He was running a low fever, and he didn’t have an appetite. You had tried to coax him into eating something solid, but he stubbornly told you that “it just comes back up anyway.”

You finally decided that as long as he was drinking water, that’s all you could ask of him, so you doped him up on cough medicine, and cuddled him until he felt like going to sleep.

Now, at midnight, well past when you were supposed to leave and let the others take over, you were stuck under Felix’s arm with a germ protection mask over your face. He had begged you not to leave, and you really couldn’t deny him.

He was fast asleep—had been for hours—and there you laid, stroking his feverish forehead with your fingertips and listening to his soft breathing.

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staysuki · 2 years

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SHOW ALL YOUR COLOURS | l.minho fic

pairing: lee know x reader [strangers]

genre: fluff(?) yeah

word count: 4.5k

warnings: off-handed diet comment, anxiety

synopsis: you meet minho. that's it.

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a/n: this is something that's been in my drafts for a long time so i'm releasing it from the basement as a small little valentines gift. but i'm also very very cruel, you'll know why.

there's many things you're grateful for in life, one of those things is the fact that you have the objectively sweetest human being on the planet as your bestfriend.

you were grateful for the fact that lee felix was born and the threads of fate spun just the right amount to put your lives together.

however, if there's anything about felix that you weren't grateful for, it's the way he approached life with such carefree attitude with everything; such as not telling you that he had a roommate before offering his place for you to stay when your apartment went under maintenance for poor construction.

"why didn't you tell me you had someone living with you?!?"

"why? he's nice! and also we have separate rooms anyway so you don't even have to interact with him if you don't want to."

"well, what about you?"

"my sister is in town! i'm staying with her for a while, i hope you don't mind being alone?"

"how can i be alone when you apparently have a roommate you didn't warn me about."

"aw, that's the spirit! thanks y/n, love you always."

"i was being sarcast—"

the line dropped before you could finish your sentence. typical yongbok.

the worst part is, you found out about said roommate all because the parking space for their unit was occupied by a very sexy motorcycle and you had nowhere to park your own vehicle, so even though you weren't a big fan of breaking the rules, you just parked it at some random free space hoping some other unit owner doesn't own it.

you sighed as you pulled out your luggage, shoulders sagging in anticipation. the motorcycle looked highly familiar, a nagging feeling echoing at the back of your head as you tried to place who it belonged to but you were pulling on strings without an end.

with your immense luck, you find that the elevator is currently closed for repair, reading the sign posted on its sleek metal doors, shouting in your mind that you made a bad decision choosing to run to felix instead of sucking it up and staying with lia alongside her four other roommates.

"but you know i hate people!"

"sucks to be you then."

—you mentally cursed, remembering the conversation you had with her before felix offered his own room. you were excited at first, especially since you know that he likes to keep tidy and since he's lowkey born in wealth, he had a nice apartment— you just didn't know that he didn't have the apartment all to himself.

"having someone to split the bill saves money, yknow?" he reasoned during your call earlier and you couldn't really fault him for the smart financial decision.

but now that you face the challenge of having to carry your luggage through three flights of stairs, all will to continue was drained out of your body.

but as your mind debated the thought of enduring physical strain compared to rooming with five socially adept girls in one room, your feet found it's own determination to continue.

you weren't even halfway through yet but your lungs were giving out. not that you have asthma or anything, you were just badly lacking of extreme stamina.

suddenly you heard footsteps coming from above, making you stand up straight and pretend to be doing fine even though you were heaving like there's no tomorrow. you sucked up a breath and continued to tread your way up, making sure not to look awkward and weak in case the stranger takes a judgmental look towards you.

"let me help you," you heard a voice say, making you look up. it seems like the universe had pitied your state, blessing you with a divinely good looking man with dark hair, plump pouty lips, and facial structure that seemed to rival adonis'.

although his face looked cold and unwelcoming, his voice dripped a subtle nonchalant kindness as he coolly took the suitcase from your hands, not waiting for your answer.

which was probably a sign that you were staring too much— though your mind would prefer not to think that way or else you'd implode from embarrassment.

"o-oh um, thank you so much!" you stammered, following suit as he carried your luggage with ease. you saw his arms flex underneath his short sleeves making you gulp. though at this current moment, you were too busy being jealous of his strength rather than to admire more of his attractiveness.

your walk upstairs took shorter than if you tried to do it alone, all thanks to this attractive stranger who was kind enough to offer you help even though he didn't need to. though something bugged the back of your mind, wondering about the sense of familiarity you feel about the man that you couldn't place.

"how did you know i was going here?" you asked as you faced room 37, your best friend's apartment.

"i'm felix's roommate."

you were left alone in felix's room gnawing at your nails as you called lia, the dial tone providing some amount of comfort as you teetered around the room, hoping to ask something.

after the bomb that felix's roommate dropped on you, he just went straight inside to guide you to your best friend's room and then went back to his own, but you felt a slight tug in your heart when you realized that he must've gone down just to help you, probably told by felix to help you out. though he didn't bother for friendly introductions or awkward small talk, you preferred it that way and was a bit glad that he doesn't seem like the talking type either.

for someone that screams 'aloof' he seemed to be very kind, and since he said yes to felix's request on helping you, you guessed that they were also probably very close roommates.

"y/n? you okay?"

you snapped out of your stupor, not realizing that lia had already picked up a couple of seconds ago whilst your mind was busy running all over the place.

"yeah! i just arrived in the apartment, i just met felix's roommate— well, technically, he didn't introduce himself but i saw him now, at least."

"isn't he roommates with lee minho?" she asked, a certain tone lacing her curiosity. but now that she mentioned the name, it rang a bell in your memory. felix did mention his mystery roommate from time to time but you hadn't put the pieces together, thinking that they were just friends and not living together.

although in felix's stories, he seemed like a decent guy, you've also heard about his campus reputation. read: not good.

"y/n, are you listening?"

you nodded, but then slapped yourself on the forehead realizing that lia wouldn't have seen you so you just hummed in response. "yeah, i am."

"i'm just saying that you should be careful around him, isn't he like, bad news?"

"i don't know much about him, to be honest."

you heard lia shouting for someone in the background, probably scouring for gossip, you sighed at the thought of her calling someone over to talk with you on the phone again but thankfully, she just asked and delivered the information.

"well, yeji knows her from dance class and apparently he's just overall intimidating. most girls often change partners whenever they end up getting assigned to him, except for the ones who're obsessed with him because of his looks. she personally haven't had the chance to interact much with him though, they haven't been partnered together but i heard that he's friends with her twin, hyunjin, alongside felix."

"i see—"

"—and! not just that, ryujin also sees him a lot in parties and he's often seen going home with girls, the drunk ones that feel bold to approach him. she says she's never seen him leave a party with the same girl, isn't that kinda slimy?"

she recounted all the details she knew about the motorcycle-riding bad boy, moreso all the rumors that surrounded him.

although you listened intently, a part of you couldn't help but give minho the benefit of the doubt— all of the things lia had listed were things that he does in his personal time, as long as he treats you nicely then it should be okay, right? and you trusted felix and his good judge of character. as long as he isn't doing any crime, that's good enough for you.

however, you didn't really have enough braincells to think that maybe there wasn't any truth to some of the rumors, that perhaps it was just a bad case of the halo effect. and so, you took lia's words as fact.

next order of business? figure out a way to thank minho for all the trouble, though you didn't know what he likes and how you'd even present him with the courtesy.

"hi! thanks for helping me settle in, here's some food— no that sounds stupid." you practiced, now dialing felix's number for help.

"hello?" a deep australian voice reverbated through the phone's speaker as your best friend answered the call.

"what does minho like?" you asked, getting straight to the point.

"ummm, he doesn't really have a type, just whoever he vibes with and—"

you doubled back in confusion, "what?"

"what?"

"what are you saying?" you clarified.

"what kind of girls minho likes?"

you almost choked on your spit dumfoundedly, "what?! no! i meant food or things or something."

"ohhhh, i thought you were already making a move after thirty minutes of arriving."

"when have i ever even made a move on someone."

"fair enough, but minho has a strong effect on people so who knows."

you rolled your eyes, thinking that the man across the halls doesn't have much effect on you, unfortunately, you also knew that you were in denial, "well, it was very nice of him to help me out because you told him to so i just wanted to thank him."

"hm? what do you mean?"

"you told him to help me carry my luggage right?"

"no? i just told him what time you'd arrive and that you'd stay in my room all the time so he doesn't have to worry about getting disturbed. he helped you out?"

you suddenly felt shy at the revelation, "oh... well yeah, probably just a coincidence that we met on the stairs then."

"mm."

with felix being of no help to your cause (because he somehow branched out to five different tangents about the different games you can play on his pc and how soft his mattress is and his vaguely concealed threat about kicking you out if he sees his room get messy), you figured that food would probably the safest bet and just hung up before he could continue his rant about how the bee movie is severely overrated.

you scrolled through the delivery app, pondering your options.

but what if he doesn't like what you choose?

what if he's allergic to something?

what if he prefers home cooked meals?

so many doubts plagued your mind but you figured you'd just go for it, opting for the safe "burgers and fries" combo.

you paced around the room, not knowing what to do next while you waited for the delivery. you already unpacked your belongings into the closet space that felix offered you and as a hardworking student, you didn't have any schoolwork you could use to distract yourself in the meantime.

you leaned on the door, listening to what lies beyond the wood that separates you from the rest of the apartment but it was quiet— really quiet. maybe this was really just how they lived, minding their own spaces.

you normally liked it that way but there was a part of you that yearned for an interaction with the guy across your room. you were curious about him and about what kind of person he is, but you weren't the type who can easily strike up a casual conversation.

maybe you could hang around the living room and wait for him to go out and approach you.

yeah, that sounds like a plan!

you bunkered down in their living room, browsing felix's netflix, silently judging his weird taste in shows. your stomach grumbled in impatience as you haven't had anything to eat since this morning because you were so nervous about moving in.

"are you hungry?" a question behind you made you jump from the couch, banging your shin on the coffee table in the process. you bit your cheek, trying your best to swallow the scream, breathing away the pain.

your eyes landed on minho who seemed startled with your skit but didn't know what to do. he looked like he was stuck between wanting to check on you and wanting to keep his distance as far as possible, seeing him idle by the kitchen.

"i-im fine," you assured, clenching your teeth to compose yourself as you shot him a smile (though you can feel that it was more of a grimace).

"i heard your stomach," he said, deciding to just ignor what had happened and continue with his first inquiry, you were more than grateful for that.

"it's okay, i ordered us food, if that's alright."

"what did you get?"

"mcdonalds.." you see him bite his cheek, tilting his head to the side in thought. you couldn't read his expression but you didn't need to: he doesn't like mcdonalds.

"is that so, thanks then." he said casually, although it felt a bit distant, his voice sounded soft and sweet but you can tell that something was a bit off, though before you can even ask about it, the door rang signifying the food's arrival.

"hm? he doesn't eat stuff like that often since he's a dance major, he likes to eat healthy. he goes to the gym with changbin so i think they both have the same routine and diet."

"then why didn't you tell me that last night when i asked!!" your voice was in a harsh whisper, not that you think minho would hear you across the hall as you had your phone call with your best friend but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"i didn't think you'd get mcdonalds, you don't even like it that much either! besides, you're bestfriends with lia who is friends with yeji who's also majoring in dance, i figured you'd know that they're careful with fastfood!"

"everyone eats mcdonalds okay?!" you groaned in second hand embarrassment. "besides, i'm not close with yeji, that's just lia. i'm not like you two where my friends' friends become close to me too."

"how are you two doing though? adjusting well to living together?"

"we both stay in our room pretty much all the time and we only ever have to endure a maximum of five minutes when we coincidentally go out at the same time to get something from the kitchen or use the bathroom so it hasn't really been that overwhelming."

you recounted your times since moving in yesterday, aside from the moments where he helped carry your luggage to your room and the mcdonalds disaster, you've seen each other a maximum of two times, and it was purely coincidental. when he went out to get water and you were snacking on the counter. then when he was watching tv while you went to use the bathroom; both times you didn't even bother talking to each other at all.

and now, since you both have different class schedules, going outside doesn't coincide with each other. all indications of each other's presence solely rely on hearing doors opening and closing— such as right now. though minho wouldn't know if you were home, you heard his room door slam shut when he got back from class.

"see! i told you it'll be fine, this is why i didn't bother telling you in the first place." felix reasoned making you roll your eyes.

"no, you definitely still should've told me."

with a bunch of apologies bombarded your way, you once again dropped your call with lee felix. you sighed, just a week y/n, you can endure living with a stranger for seven days.

meanwhile, what you didn't know is that everytime you finished talking to felix, the man across your room takes his turn to do so.

"hey minmin~ are you taking care of yourself well?" felix greeted over the phone as he talked to his roommate.

"why do you sound like my mother."

"i'm worried about you, that's why! you don't like living with strangers after all."

"it's alright. i mean, you already told me that she wouldn't be a bother and so far, she hasn't been," minho replied with a shrug, fixing the airpods in his ears so he can converse with his friend while practicing routines. "she's quiet and keeps to herself, i actually like living with her more than you."

"i am thoroughly offended by that."

"great, that was the intention."

felix chuckles from the other end of the line, "you know, if you treat her right, maybe she might just stay for longer~" he said, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he scrolled through his phone, remembering that he has your landlord's number— because of course he has, it's lee felix.

"i always treat people right."

the freckled boy rolled his eyes, though the recipient wouldn't have seen it, "you know what i mean— try to actually talk to her or something."

"you're acting suspicious." minho squinted in doubt, though felix wouldn't have been able to see.

"pfft, my best friend just needed a place to crash and i thought it's the perfect opportunity to practice two introverts' social skills. isn't it great? baby steps."

"we live together now, i don't think this still counts as baby steps."

"whatever whatever~ why don't you start by thanking her for mcdonalds, or better yet, tell her what kind of food you like."

minho clicked his tongue but held his comments, he has a soft spot for felix so despite his pushiness, he just let it be.

"i'll consider it."

"i worked part time in h.r. before, i know that means no—"

minho hung up, deciding to ignore felix as he went back to focusing on his dance routine, a soft knock on his door followed, missing it the first few times because of how soft it was in comparison to the music blaring in his ears.

as he swung open his door, it revealed a semi-disheveled you; with oversized pajamas and a small pout— the sight making his heart skip for a moment, yet the man waved it off as a mere surprise from seeing you approach him.

"can i help you?"

"s-sorry, i'm trying to sleep early and the stomping.." you pointed on the floor, mimicking the stomping but it just made you look like a child having tantrums. it took everything for minho not to laugh at the scene.

"my bad, i'll stop."

"it's okay! it's for your class right? you know what, nevermind, forget i said anything, sorry!"

minho's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he watched you flimsily run back to your room. not expecting that felix wasn't exaggerating about your personality.

that night, as much as you wanted to say that you had slept like a log— you really weren't able to.

true to his words, minho stopped dancing (even though you told him to continue) which made you feel horrible. it's not like he's just causing a racket! it's for class!

aside from that, you couldn't miss the way your breath had caught in your throat when he greeted you in all his attractive glory. how does sweat glistened on his skin, his shirt clinging to his form, it's unfair how one can look that good despite being exhausted. some people are simply favored by the gods and you were certain that lee minho was one of them.

now, you're stuck with the dilemma of not knowing how to act around him now that you've pseudo-bossed him around to stop dancing and also to restrain yourself from checking him out.

felix was right, minho does have a strong effect on girls.

you glared at the empty fridge, it's blue light seemed to glare back in return in response as it wallowed in it's spacious state. there was no more food.

"are you adapting well?" at this point, you were so used to minho just appearing out of nowhere that you didn't even flinch anymore, it made sense that a good dancer such as him would have light steps.

"yes, thank you for asking," you answered casually, sighing as you closed the door. you didn't know felix and minho's house rules when it came to stocking up on groceries but you would bet that minho wouldn't bother going out to get you some food so you'd have to fetch some yourself.

you were just about to ask minho if there's anything he'd want you to get but in true minho fashion, he had already gone back to his room.

because your grocery runs don't really take long (and you only needed to stock up until the remaining days of your stay in felix's place), you opted to just walk to the nearest convenience store.

first of, the limited options already made you regret your decision now that you see your basket full of instant noodles. out of courtesy, you decided to get healthier options for your temporary roommate, or at least some snacks that you knew he enjoyed (felix finally sent a list, thank god).

and second of all, the rain started pouring heavily during the duration of your short shopping stay. you were never really a weather forecast type of gal but you swore that the sun was beating down just a few seconds ago.

"do you sell umbrellas?" you asked hopefully, though you were sure that there weren't any since you couldn't find one.

"just ran out, sorry." the cashier confirmed and you all but cringed in your bones.

you huffed, hugging your bag of goodies as you willed yourself to step outside. you debated just making a run for it but the store bag was paper, not plastic, and you didn't want to risk having your dinner rolling off onto the concrete roads.

"there you are," minho huffed and you felt a sense of deja vu as you saw him running towards you with an umbrella on hand, the same feeling of helplessness that you were drowning in when he found you on the staircase during your first day as roommates.

once again, he had saved you in a pinch.

"i saw you didn't bring an umbrella."

you tilted your head in question, "how'd you know i'd be here?"

"felix."

you just ahhh'd in understanding as he helped you with your stuff, pulling you closer towards him so you wouldn't get wet under the shared umbrella.

"thanks for helping me again."

"felix told me to."

no he didn't. he 100% didn't.

your cheeks heated as you eyed the man's side profile. his face was perfection, and it didn't help your cause that he was so effortlessly chivalrous too.

it made you wonder how true his infamous reputation is. maybe it's because of the jealousy that he sparks from those behind him.

or maybe he's just trying to get in your pants.

you heard lia's voice bug your mind but you immediately shook away the thought. you didn't want to question his motives especially when he's been nothing but kind and understanding to you this whole time.

even going out of his way to walk ten minutes just to get you an umbrella even when he had no obligation to do so.

"ah, electricity's out." with your mind in the clouds, you didn't even notice that you'd already gone home. "sit down, i'll make some tea or else we might get sick."

you just nodded as you let him take the remaining groceries from your hands, your feet dragging you to the couch as you watch him work around the kitchen, heating some water whilst he put away the food.

"are these for me?" he saw the packs of snacks inside the paper bag, shooting you a questioning glance.

you swallowed shyly before nodding, "mm, felix told me you like those."

you saw the slight tinge of pink blooming in his cheeks as looked away, nodding back, "i do, thanks."

the atmosphere is simply just... divine. two souls chilling on the couch staring at the nothingness of the tv's black screen, cups of tea warming your hands as the coldness of the storm knock on the windows. you blew the steam off your cup, letting the warmth envelop your face.

you thanked minho for the tea once again, "why are you so nice?" your mouth slipped, and you almost regretted the question right away.

"what do you mean?" he shot you a questioning look.

"nothing, nevermind."

he inched closer towards you, nudging you with a pillow, "now you got me curious, tell me."

"i just didn't expect you to be so nice. meeting me on the staircase to help with my luggage, running to the convenience store with an umbrella—"

"—because felix—"

"—didn't tell you to do any of that." you cut him off, you see him avert his gaze away from you but bring it back again, trying to keep his composure as you continued. "but you've been a very great roommate."

"you too." he smiled and there you wished he'd do it more often, "i like having you more than felix."

a serene quiet settled between the both of you as you calmed from laughter, your eyes darting back towards him again, "you're not just trying to get into my pants, are you?"

you meant the question lightheartedly, but was half-meant. though now you wish you didn't say it at all as you see a cold gaze settle on minho's eyes.

"is that what you think of me?"

you tried to shake your head or offer some sort of no, but at that moment, all your head could think of were the words lia had said to you during your first stay. all the rumours that surrounded the man in front of you.

you were rendered speechless, but what made your throat dry was seeing the way minho tried to mask the flash of hurt in his face as he clicked his tongue.

you cleared your throat, trying to salvage the situation, "it's not that— it's just... what people are saying."

"and you believe them?"

this time you shook your head no (even though you don't know what to think at this point). "at first, but now that i see how you really are, then... no."

"what have you even heard of about me?"

you detailed all the things lia had told you. from the girls, to the partying, to the motorcycle, not sparing a single sentence aside from the detail of who you got the rumours from. all throughout, minho just listened, trying not to let his irritation get the best of him when he thought that he finally found someone who didn't saw him for what his reputation painted him as.

"first of all, i've never slept with anyone from a party— especially not someone who'd be so visibly drunk. those girls- nayeon, chaeyoung, momo... they're all my friends. i make sure to take them home safely because i never drink. i'm a designated driver." he pointed, "second, any normal college kid parties."

you see him sip the remains of his tea, harshly placing the empty cup into the coffee table before standing up and giving you a stoney glare "lastly, driving a motorcycle doesn't mean jack shit."

you tried to follow him as he stomped back to his room but you were too afraid to actually catch up to him, "wait minho— i'm sorry!"

you apologized but he had already shut the door as guilt and shame spread all throughout your body. you felt like tearing up at how you so easily destroyed the rapport you've built with him.

you wanted to knock but you were sure as hell that minho will just ignore you— or worse, become more irritated.

you sighed, willing yourself to bed as you figured you’d let him cool down before attempting anything—

[oh, what's this? what's next? well, i never finished it, and nor will you. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. lovelots, staysuki.]

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The Final Straw

Stray Kids x afab reader (a little Bang Chan x reader)

Word count: 4400+

A/N: This has been sitting in my WIP folder forever so I finally polished, and finished it! I hope you all like it!

Summery: What happens when enough is enough and you finally have to tell the boys what's been happening in your relationship.

Warnings: Strong language/cursing, violence, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of injuries, self loathing/self doubt. (If any of these things can be triggering please do not read and if I missed anything PLEASE let me know!)

That was it. The last straw. This was the last time you were calling Lee Minho to come get you because your boyfriend Lance, correction, ex-boyfriend Lance’s temper got out of control. It was the last time you were letting him put his hands on you. Every time before you called Minho to come get you, you would beg him not to make a big deal out of it and to not tell the other guys. Especially not Chan who was wildly protective of you. It wasn’t going to be that easy this time. All the other times you were able to placate Minho with excuses. ‘It was just an argument’ ‘he was getting loud’ ‘he was saying nasty things so I just wanted to leave.’ The truth was he had slowly been getting more physical with you for a while now and for whatever reason when he apologized you believed him, you would accept it and go back. Every time he said it would never happen again you would actually believe him but you told yourself after this time it would really never happen again. You weren’t listening to his empty apologies and excuses anymore. You were worried about when Minho got there though. Usually, everything was easy enough to hide. Long sleeves that covered bruises on your wrists and arms left by too tight a grip or a little color corrector for a bruise by your eye or on your cheek when he slapped you. No one would know the difference. You had gotten quite good at hiding it. The guys would never know, you made sure of that. Not this time though. This time your bottom lip was split. It was swollen and from the top of the fullest part of your lip to almost the dip in your chin was a cut. Your eye was turning a sickly greenish yellow, sure to be a black eye later and on the opposite side of your face was a bruise and a cut on your cheek. The black eye and cuts had come from your ex’s ring when he decided an open-handed slap just wouldn’t cut it this time. So there was no hiding it. You were waiting in the lobby with your hood pulled up and a bag of clothes when Minho pulled up. He put the car in park and got out to grab your bag for you. You tried to keep your head down, your hood pulled tight. You tried to keep him from seeing your face but when he got a good look at you Minho’s face went ridged. He tossed your bag in the back seat, turned on his heels and headed towards the building door. You ran to him with tears in your eyes and grabbed his arm pleading with him.

“No Minho! Don’t! Please let’s just go!” Minho looked at you. He wanted nothing more than to give Lance a taste of his own medicine but you looked exhausted and scared. Unwilling to be the one to further the distress you were already in he nodded and turned back towards the car. Minho opened your door and helped you in before getting in the driver’s side and heading towards the dorm. The car ride was quiet for the most part aside from the radio playing softly. Minho would steal a glance over at you from time to time but your eyes were closed and you were appreciating the feeling of the cool window against the bruise on the side of your face. When you opened your eyes again you realized how close you were to the dorm and started to get antsy. As if he could read your mind Minho spoke up.

“The rest of the guys are at the gym and the studio. I was the only one off for a doctor’s appointment today so don’t worry about getting bombarded.” You let out a sigh of relief knowing you didn’t have to walk into a room full of men that, while they would have your best interest at heart, would want answers as to why you looked the way you did. Answers you weren’t sure you could give, that you weren’t sure you had.

“Thanks Minho.” He quirked his eyebrow at you as he pulled into a parking spot.

“For what?” You leaned over and hugged him tightly once the car was stopped. He hugged you back.

“For always knowing what I need even when I don’t.” Minho pulled back and gave you a tense smile.

“Well, if I always knew I’d have seen what was going on before now. I should have.” You shook your head as you felt guilt creeping up on you for keeping your friends in the dark about what had been going on with you.

“No Minho you couldn’t have. I was foolish and made sure of that.” Minho looked at you seriously.

“The only fool in this situation is Lance.” He said bitterly.

“You’re like my little sister Y/N. I’ll always do what I can to protect you. Right now, I don’t want you to worry about explanations, not for me and not for the guys. I know they can be a lot at the best of times let alone in a stressful situation and I don’t want you to worry about THAT right now. Let’s just get you up to the dorm and settled. We can worry about what to tell the guys after.” Minho grabbed your bag as you got out of the car and you both made your way up to the dorm. When you walked through the door your heart plunged to your stomach. You saw very familiar shoes by the door. Someone was home already.

“Minho? Is that you man?” CHAN. You really weren’t ready for this. You looked at Minho with pleading eyes but he wasn’t sure how to help in this situation. There would be no getting you past Chan to the spare room without him noticing you AND the way you looked. Before you both could even try and think of any way to keep Chan from realizing you were there, he rounded the corner and saw you.

“Oh! Hey Y/N I didn’t know you were…” Chan’s words stopped short when he saw the cuts and bruises on your face.

“Oh my god! What happened?!” He walked towards you his hands outstretched. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes already. How were you going to explain how stupid you’ve been for allowing this to happen? Before you could try and get words to form Minho’s hand came up to the small of your back and gave you a gentle nudge to walk on past Chan.

“Go get settled Y/N. I’ll make some ramen while you do.” You listened to Minho and took the opportunity to do just that. You walked past Chan your eyes downcast as you did. Chan’s hands fell back to his sides and you felt his eyes follow you, worry and confusion etched on his face. While you unpacked the few things you brought in the spare room Minho started grabbing a pan and filling it with water to boil as Chan followed him into the kitchen.

“What the hell is going on Minho?” Chan’s voice was firm but Minho could hear the worry he was trying to hide. Minho shook his head.

“You need to give her a minute Hyung. I didn’t know you were home already and she’s not prepared to get into it just yet.”

“Get into what? What happened? Why can’t you just tell me?” Minho gave Chan a serious look.

“Because I don't even know the whole story and it’s not my place Hyung. Please be patient. When are the other guys due back?” Chan let out a huff of air frustrated with Minho’s vague answers.

“Maybe an hour or so I guess. Why?”

“Because you know as well as I do they’re gonna be worse than you when they see she’s here and the state she’s in. I want to make sure she’s as ready for that as she can be before they get here.” Chan nodded. He could definitely understand that. He grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer and headed towards the spare room you were currently in as Minho continued to start your ramen.

“Chan Hyung!” Chan turned and Minho looked at him seriously.

“Don’t pry, give her time.” Chan shook his head in understanding and went on. When he got to your door he knocked gently.

“Y/N? I have an ice pack. May I come in?” You opened the door and allowed Chan to enter. He handed you the ice pack and you turned away from him as you put it against your bruised eye.

“Thank you.” Your voice was small and you wouldn’t look him in the eyes. Chan had never seen you like this. You were always smiling and confident, laughing. It tore him apart inside seeing you like this and as much as he wanted to ask questions Minho’s voice echoed in his head. ‘Don’t pry’ ‘give her time’.

“You’re welcome. Minho is starting the water for your noodles now. Why don’t you get showered and into something comfy before the guys come home and use up all the hot water?” You nodded. No words and still unable to bring yourself to look Chan in the eyes. You set out a big t shirt and some sweat pants before heading towards the bathroom. Icepack still pressed against your face and Chan made his way back out to the kitchen. You were still in the shower when the rest of the guys came piling in the dorm about thirty minutes later.

“Who’s in the shower Hyung?” Hyunjin asked as he flopped into the nearest chair. Chan and Minho looked at each other and Minho answered.

“Y/N.” Felix squealed in excitement.

“Oh! Yay! Are we having a movie night?!” Chan shook his head no.

“I don’t think so Felix.” Felix’s face fell into a pout. He loved movie nights with you, they all did. If you weren’t there for a movie night then why? When you came out of the bathroom you had one towel wrapped around your hair, another around your body, steam following you out. You looked up and saw all eight of the guys standing there looking at you. The six that had not yet seen you saw your face, hair tucked away and nothing to block any of the cuts and bruises. All their faces fell with concern. Not a single one was able to say anything before you turned and rushed to your room. Tears falling from your eyes as quickly as they welled up. You weren’t ready. Not yet. You hadn’t even had a chance to tell Minho what happened. You still couldn’t look Chan in the face. Now they were all there looking at you with those eyes. Those ‘poor thing’ eyes and they didn’t even know what happened yet. How were you going to do this? You heard a light tapping at your door. You sniffled getting ready to tell who ever it was to please go away.

“It’s me. I have your ramen.” It was Minho with your soup. You hid behind the door and opened it letting him in. When he saw your tears, he sat your ramen on the side table and pulled you in for a hug.

“Take your time. Eat your food but then I think you should come out and that we all should discuss what happened today. When you’re ready. I really think it will help if you get it all off your chest.” You nodded into Minho’s chest and wiped your eyes. When he left you could hear him and Chan out in the living room with the other guys.

“Look I know you all have questions. Trust me, I have the same questions but bombarding her before she’s had a chance to collect herself isn’t going to help.” Minho continued what Chan was saying.

“We only got here a bit before you guys came home so give her a moment. You all stink. Take your showers make some food and give her some time.” Everyone listened and did what Minho told them to do including you. You took your time. You got dressed, ate, dried your hair, and thought long and hard about exactly what you were going to say. You tried to not to let thoughts of how disappointed they all would be, disappointed for you to allow something like this to happen, to cloud your judgement. You tried to tell yourself they loved you and wouldn’t possibly blame you but you blamed yourself so it was hard to not imagine those scenarios. When your noodles were gone and you finally heard the shower stop and things start to settle in the dorm you decided it was now or never. You mustered up all the strength and courage you had and left your room for the first time since the guys had gotten home. When you walked out into the living room all the guys were sitting together quietly talking about their days. Chan noticed you first. You finally forced yourself to look at him and he gave you one of his tight-lipped smiles and patted the empty spot between him and Minho on the couch. You rushed over and nuzzled into his side, holding onto his arm, burying your face into his shoulder. Minho grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over your shoulders. You sat there a moment with your face hidden by Chan wondering where to start. When you looked up you saw everyone’s eyes on you which you were more prepared for this time. You took a deep breath.

“Okay…. I don’t know how to go about saying this or where to start.” Chan grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours giving it a reassuring squeeze. You could feel the tears pricking your eyes already and you hadn’t even gotten into anything that had happened yet. You looked down at Chan’s hand laced with yours and started picking at the cuticles of his fingernails nervously. Minho wrapped his arm around your shoulder trying to reassure you that you were safe to speak here.

“Lance…he…” You didn’t think the room could get any quieter than it already was but all the breath seemed to stop as soon as you uttered Lance’s name. The air got thicker as everyone was certain of the next words you were about to say.

“We’ve been fighting a lot for a while now, todays was especially bad. He was calling me names and screaming, throwing things, breaking things. It all escalated so quickly and before I knew what was happening, he had me pinned down and…” The words were coming out so fast and you sobbed when you went to take a breath in. You felt Chan tense next to you. He was using all his will power to keep himself in control, to stay calm for you, when all he wanted to do was walk out of that dorm, find Lance, and beat him to death. Instead, he leaned over, planted a kiss on top of your head, and squeezed you tighter. You knew they all knew what you were trying to say but you still couldn’t bring yourself to say the words ‘Lance hit me.’ You cried harder and buried your face in Chan’s hoodie again. Felix, sitting on the floor directly in front of you, grabbed your foot and started rubbing it, skin ship the only thing he could think to offer to try and make you feel some kind of comfort. Hyunjin, also sitting on the floor, scooched closer and rested his head against your other leg as Minho rubbed circles softly on your back trying to calm you. Changbin was sitting in a chair across the way fuming, anger just radiating off of him. He was always so reserved with his emotions, especially his anger, but now he had pure hate boiling inside him. Hyunjin and Jisung both were fighting to stop the tears in their eyes, unable to understand how anyone could do something like that to you. Seungmin, always a level headed person, was the one to speak up first.

“What’s important is that once things got physical you got yourself out of there Y/N.” Minho’s eyes met Seungmin’s. He had no way of knowing for sure, you hadn’t told him otherwise, but Minho had a good idea from all the other times you had called him that this was not the only time. He shook his head at Seungmin. When the realization hit Seungmin he bit his tongue but the words already hung in the air.

“Unfortunately, Seungmin I wasn’t that smart. Today was not the first time.” Just like that Minho’s fears were confirmed. Everyone’s hearts sank. How could they not have seen it? How could this be going on under all their noses and not one of them notice? Chan was beating himself up inside of course. He was supposed to protect you and he hadn't. He felt awful. Then your intrusive thoughts started coming out like vomit. You couldn’t stop the words that were forming in your head from coming out of your mouth.

“He kept saying it would never happen again and I believed him! How could I be so stupid?!! How could I believe someone that would do something like this to me?!!!” Your voice was getting louder and louder but you were only yelling at yourself.

“Maybe I deserved it if I couldn’t see what was really happening! I deserved it for believing such an obvious lie!”

“NO!” Changbin who had been completely silent in his chair up until that point yelled as he stood from his seat fuming.

“No! You did not deserve that! Don’t ever say that!” He wasn’t trying to yell AT you. He just wanted you to stop saying such awful things about yourself. To stop saying such horrible, untrue things. You froze for a moment, in shock by his outburst. Changbin was always so sweet and soft spoken with you. You couldn’t recall anytime he’d ever raised his voice at you so when you heard him shout it broke the last bit of the damn that had been holding you together. You clung to Chan again and utterly broke down as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. Chan shot Changbin a look and Changbin stood there, he instantly regretted raising his voice at you. He wasn’t mad at you of course. He was pissed at Lance and upset you spoke so poorly of yourself when they all cared so much for you.

“Y/N… I’m… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…” Chan put up a hand and shook his head as if to say ‘it’s okay’. He knew better than anyone what Changbin was feeling, Minho too. They both wanted nothing more than to do to Lance what he’d done to you but they understood at this point it would do no good. It would help nothing; it especially wouldn’t help you.

“I think it’s best we all take a moment and cool down.” Minho suggested. As soon as he did Changbin made a b line out the door of the dorm with Minho hot on his heels. The others got up and started cleaning up the kitchen from dinner. Chan sat on the couch with you, holding you until you thought you couldn’t possibly cry anymore. When the tears finally stopped you stayed in his arms taking deep breaths trying to even out your breathing being somewhat soothed by the sweet smell of his cologne.

“You know Changbin didn’t mean it. Yelling at you I mean.” You shook your head. You knew.

“I know. I also know I really didn’t deserve that. Just sometimes my mind tricks me into thinking that there was something I did wrong, something I could have done to achieve a different outcome but I know that’s not true really. It was Lance, not me.” Chan shook his head in agreement to that as he squeezed you closer to him. Just then Minho burst back through the front door.

“Hyung! We have a problem!” Chan moved you aside quickly and got up from the couch to meet Minho by the door. He was out of breath trying to keep his voice down not to panic you while trying to get words to come out.

“Changbin... we went outside to get some air and… Lance! He showed up looking for Y/N!” Chan looked over his shoulder at you. He saw your face, you heard. You shook as you made yourself as small as possible on the couch, hiding yourself in the blanket Minho had put on you before.

“Hyung!” Chan’s attention flew back to Minho and he continued.

“Lance started saying horrible things about how he knew he’d find Y/N here. That he knows she’s sleeping with one or all of us. He was calling her terrible names and Changbin.... he attacked him. He is down there beating the shit out of him right now Hyung! I couldn’t get him off him alone! I need your help!” Chan slid shoes on quickly and pointed at Han.

“Jisung go make sure Y/N is alright! All of you stay here! We’ll be right back!” Chan and Minho rushed out the door and down to the bottom floor. When they got out to the street, they saw Lance hunched down on the ground and Changbin kicking him in the ribs.

“How the fuck. Could you. Put your hands. On Y/N like that! You. Piece. Of shit!” His words were punctuated with kicks in between.

“Someone. As good. As her!!!” Changbin climbed on top of Lance and started punching at his arms he had up trying to block his face. Chan grabbed one of Changbin’s arms and Minho grabbed the other. It took all their strength to pull him off Lance. Changbin was practically frothing at the mouth.

“If you ever show your face, if you even so much as breath her name! I will fucking kill you!” Lance stood up gasping for air, face bloody. He opened his mouth about to say something again. Chan was ready to square up this time and Minho interrupted Lance before he could speak.

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t say whatever it is you’re thinking of saying and just leave. If I couldn’t stop Changbin alone you think I can stop both of them?” Lance looked at Chan and Changbin who both looked ready to go blow for blow with him. He scowled, spit blood on the curb and walked away without another word as Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin rushed out the building doors.

“Everyone! Upstairs NOW!” Chan yelled at the others as he tried to calm himself back down and help Minho practically drag Changbin inside.

Back in the dorm Jisung rocked you, petting your hair and cooing in your ear telling you everything was gonna be okay. That Chan and Minho were handling it and that Changbin was gonna be alright. Anything to get you to try and calm down. Truthfully you were terrified that Lance would hurt them, get in somehow and hurt you again too. NONE of the guys would ever allow that but you weren’t thinking clearly in the moment. When the door burst open Hyunjin jumped and it made you almost leap out of your skin and Jisung’s arms. When you realized it was the maknaes you only had one question.

“Where’s Changbin… Chan… Minho?” Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin looked around.

“They were just behind us a minute ago.” Your mind went into over drive. Were they hurt? Did Lance do something after the others had come back up? You clutched on to Jisung’s shirt in a panic.

“Sungie please! Make sure they’re alright!” Jisung nodded and hurried from the couch out the front door almost running directly into the other three men. Chan was trying to get Changbin to get a grip before they went back into the apartment.

“Get a hold of yourself Binnie! Going in there like this isn’t going to help!”

“He’s right Changbin.” Jisung agreed.

“You have to get a hold of yourself now. She’s in there in a panic and we need you to calm yourself and go let her know you’re okay. Do you hear me Binnie?! She needs us right now!” Changbin nodded and took some deep breaths. His breathing had evened out but his hands were still shaking when the four of them finally went back into the apartment. Felix and Jeongin had you in their arms taking over where Jisung had been before rushing out to check on the eldest of the group. When you looked up and saw Changbin you leaped from the couch and ran towards him throwing your arms around his neck and sobbing into his chest. He pulled you tightly against him.

“It’s okay Y/N, I’m okay. I’m so so sorry if I scared you.” You shook your head; he could never scare you.

“I was scared FOR you Binnie never OF you. NEVER of you! Are you okay?” Changbin melted right there unable to control his own tears any longer. Here you were, after all you’d been through and him making a difficult situation worse with his behavior and you were asking HIM if he’s okay. It just made it that much harder to understand how anyone could ever hurt you like that. You all talked a while longer and once everyone calmed down exhaustion from the day hit. Chan decided it was time to call it and for you all to try to get a good night’s rest. As you all broke off to go to your respective rooms you stopped Chan at your door.

“Chan…..” You were nervous to ask him your question.

“Yea Y/N? What is it? Do you need anything?” He asked voice still full of concern.

“Well… would you… would you lay with me? Just until I fall asleep? You don’t have to but…” Chan smiled and cut you off.

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“Of course I will baby girl. Anything for you.” Chan followed you into the spare room you were staying in. You both climbed into the bed and curled up under the blankets. Your back against Chan’s chest, his arms securely around you. You weren’t sure what was next or what this new beginning in your life had in store for you but what ever happened you knew you could get through it with the love and support of your boys. Knowing that, you were able to relax into Chan and fall asleep. More at peace than you had been in a long time.

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skz317cb97 · 2 years

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Tomorrow is another day off for me so just a reminder I am taking requests for Stray Kids! Shoot me asks! ❤️

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kim-miyeon · 3 years

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THREE

PAIRINGS: Lee Felix x Female Reader

GENRE: VictorianAU!

WARNINGS: 18+, marriage, blood, medical procedures, mild sexual content, angst, (Warnings vary on chapter.)

WORD COUNT: 5.4K

m.list | two | four

You pushed through the doors of your bedroom as you gripped the unharmed hand of the young boy who you had found. You pulled him fully into the room before shutting the large doors and locking them to prevent unwelcome guests from walking in. Your room was chilled by the crisp air gliding its way in through the open window, a task that Adelaide must have done knowing you would have come to bed rather late in this evening. Before you had these unexpected turn of events, of course. You turned to the boy who was gripping his bleeding hand into his white cloth shirt as you pulled him farther into the depths of the larger scale bedroom. Eyeing the chair that sat at your desk, you reached out and took hold of the frame, pulling it out.

“Sit here.” You instructed as you let the boy slowly walk to the chair, turning as he sat. Face was pokered. You couldn’t make out a single emotion. Was he scared, confused, in pain? You brushed it off as you searched your room for a cloth that you could wrap around his wound, before you eyes a ribbon piece of a dress nearby. Walking up to the piece of ribbon that laid near your closet, you grabbed it quickly and retreated back to the boy.

“Here, give me your hand.” You reached out your palm for him to place his in it, and he reached out his uninjured hand and you laughed, “No, your other hand, silly!”

The boy smiled softly as he looked at you with his large beaded brown gems. You were smiling back from your expression and you gasped as you held his gaze for a moment. How on earth could the world have been blessed with such a beautiful human, you thought. In every way, form, capacity. His smile was even more breathtaking than you could have ever imagined. The glimmering light of a full moon could not outweigh the way his face gleamed when he smiled. You could have cried in the face of luminous grace.

You carefully took the ribbon in your hand and rested it easily on his wound, folding the laces over to make a knot, before you pulled on the ends rather snug to apply pressure.

“Ah..” He hissed and you stopped as you held your breath.

“Sorry..” you apologized quickly feeling the pit of your stomach grow warm as you both made eye contact again and you hitched your breath as he stared at you in agony for a bit, “Applying pressure to the wound will help pause the heavy flow of blood while I gather the medical supplies.”

Turning towards your closet, you walked quickly as you pulled the doors open and stared into the countless gown dresses you have accumulated over the years, along with shoes and accessories. It was dark and hard to see and your mind grew hazy in remembering what your initial goal of this was as you grew lost in thought of how your life was filled with jewels and wealth. You pulled your thoughts back as you scanned the closet and remembered where you had hid your kit. Lifting yourself up on the tips of your toes you outstretched your arms to the top shelf where bins had buried countless of forgotten memories and you felt the metal case. Grabbing a hold of the handle bar, you pulled the case close to you until it was above you comfortably and your feet reconnected to the ground. You looked back at the boy, who sat there obediently and quiet, but never took his eyes off you. You gave him a soft smile before you walked back over to him and the desk. He watched you as you sat the metal kit on the desk in front of him and searched for matches nearby. He saw you spot them near the candle at the far right corner of the full sized wooden desk, and you ignited the flame and lit the tall candle that was near. Blowing out the match, you fumbled your hands over the metal tin and opened it up to show an impressive display of medical tools and medicine. The boy's eyes widened at the sight of the display in awe as you grabbed the tongs in the case, as well as some gauze and a small bottle of alcohol.

Twisting the cap open, you took the tongs and gauze and drenched the cloth in the liquid and let the excess drip off. You turned to the boy and walked around to the side of him, kneeling down on the floorboards and he raised as he knew his place to you in honor.

“Sit down and give me your hand,” You halted him as he looked at you in disbelief. A gentleman, you thought to yourself as he had done what you had demanded and he gave you his hand that was wrapped. Pulling on the ends, you loosened the knot and let the cloth fall off his hand as you grabbed it gently. You looked closely at the damage inflicted. A gash the length of his hand, and deep enough when the blood wouldn’t stop. You examined the wound and looked back up to him as you caught him mesmerized at your care. Your eyes scattered away as you cleared your throat.

“Erm.. this is going to sting a bit…” you warned as you guided the tongs over to the boy’s hand and grazed the cut firmly. The boy cried out in pain and you flinched back in surprise and guilt as you looked at him concerningly as he pulled back his hand, body scrunched. Your lips quivered and you immediately began to apologize.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”

“No, no.” He clenched his jaw tightly and with his eyes shut he spoke to you. “It’s okay.”

His voice, though strangled from the intense sensations, gave you a feeling of reassurance. Of calm and warmth. His accent was deep and rich, one not common in the city of London or anywhere you had heard. He was captivating, the more you discovered, the more your soul craved. He slowly reached his hand back out to you as you let him rest it on your opposing palm.

“The alcohol will help to disinfect the wound. It will be over soon, I promise.” You continued grazing the wound as you felt the tension and the pain as the boy tried to withhold his cries. Every wince and tingle of sensation ran through his body, nearly shattered corners of your heart. Watching him writhe was soul crushing and you couldn’t bear it. Soon you were done grazing the wound and it was cleaned and the bleeding has sufficed. As you looked at the cleaned wound, you noticed how deep it was and you sighed to yourself.

“How on earth did a young man like you do to receive such a harsh infliction?” You spoke aloud, unknowingly, as you heard the low deep voice of the boy respond back to you.

“Serving alcohol to patrons at an engagement ball.” There it was. His voice.

No pain. No visual impairments. Nothing. It was like a drug you didn’t even realize you had been an addict to. The huskiness of his vocal chords and how natural it all flowed. Completely confusing and yet so utterly perfect for the aura that he gave. And it sent a flow of electricity through the small hairs of your arms and neck. There was sadness, however, hinted at in the words that he spoke. And through the whole encounter you held his gaze tightly as did to you. You purse your lips and sighed as you rocked your weight to stand back up and laid the tongs on the desk, skimming through the case.

“Your wound is pretty deep.,” You began as you pulled out a needle with some sterile suture as you threaded it through the needle, “In order to prevent any serious harm to your health..”

You didn’t have to finish your statement as the boy looked fearful at you as you raised the end of the needle of the flame of the candle to sterilize it. You looked back over the boy and he grew uncomfortable at the procedure you were about to perform. Once you decided that the needle was sterile, you once again took your place next to the young boy and outstretched your hand for his infrared on and he squirmed.

“Women do not know how to perform medical procedures.” He spoke carefully and you squinted at him and his ignorance as you reached and grabbed the bloody shirt to pull his hand towards you. Examining his hand carefully you muttered to him.

“I am a different kind of woman.” The boy grew fidgety due to his heightened anxiety and you felt it in his fingertips. You looked at him and sighed.

“Look, I know that having a random stranger hold a needle to your skin to stitch up a wound may be a very stressful situation…” You began almost sarcastically but toned yourself down as he looked at you more calmly, “but I need you to relax your muscles so I don’t hurt you.”

The boy exhaled very unconfidently and closed his eyes as he let his hand relax in yours. You looked at the wound and carefully you inserted the needle into the skin, hearing him wince a bit. You looked up, as he held his eyes close, and proceeded with the stitching.

It was quiet amongst you two for a mere second as he opened his eyes to look at you as you were focused greatly on stitching. He smiled softly and you looked up and you felt his gaze on you and he looked away shyly. You looked back down and laughed to yourself as he turned his head back to you and cleared his throat as you finished.

“There.” You stood back up and you began cleaning up your medical mess, “Good as new.”

The boy looked at his hand and tried to squeeze it together as you stopped him.

“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t apply unnecessary pressure to that hand. It needs time to bond with the skin. You could agitate and all my work would have been for nothing.” you turned back to cleaning as you continued, “I suppose there will be no more serving drinks to patrons at an engagement ball this evening then.”

“How did you learn to do this?’ He asked slowly and you looked at him as he stared at his hand in a hint of confusion and interest. As silence overcame you two, he looked back up to you and you smiled and shook your head.

“I’ve always wanted to be a doctor. I’ve always wanted to help people.” you started and smiled softly at your case of medical supplies that you had acquired in secrecy over the years.

“Is that not what you want anymore?” The boy continued his curiosity and you naturally just felt inclined to answer. It was a strange feeling of trust and openness you felt with this man. You could not explain why, but he made you feel safe in your own thoughts.

“There’s a lot of things that I want. Unfortunately, none of them I could ever have.”

“So you’ve settled for an engagement?” The word rolled off his lips crudely. It almost prompted you to believe he was jealous. Was he jealous?

“I would hardly call this a settlement,” you looked over at the boy and as you looked at him, your eyes couldn’t help but to glance at the blood stained shirt that he had on.

“Your shirt..” You softly whispered but loud enough for him to hear. You beelined to your closet once more, skimming over the garments you had.

“If there was a man in the home, perhaps I could have stolen you something less feminine.” You grabbed the white long under gown and ripped the fabric in two in order to let it have some resemblance of a long shirt, “Unfortunately, this is the best I can do in our situation.”

Walking to him, you handed him the shirt as he carefully grabbed it and you pointed over at your closet, “You can change over there, I will stand over here and face the wall.”

The boy walked carefully over the closet door and you stood and turned to face the window. Looking outside you heard the music and laughter faintly and you frowned remembering that your reality was far from this, and yet how exciting it was to have a boy, a boy you dreamt of, be so close to you. You felt nervous and giddy all in one time, almost as if your heart could not find balance between all the emotions and thoughts that were flying in and out of your mind. But the reminder of what this week has in store, far beyond the boy who stood in your closet, made you realize that you do not get to have control over your wants and happiness. Those things are not for you.

“Um..Milady..”

You quickly snapped out of your intense stage of gloom when you heard the boy's deep voice break the silence and your eyes widened in that reaction, “Yes?”

When no response occurred from the boy you turned to look and he was standing there by the closet doors, still in his soiled shirt, holding onto the one you had just given him. You raised your brow and slowly walked towards in confusion.

“What is the matter?” You asked amusingly.

“Well, for starters, a young maiden recently stitched my hand, and has directed me not to use my hand unnecessarily otherwise my wound will not heal properly. She made it clear that if I were to ruin her fine work, it would have been all for nothing.” You stood there in shock at the words he was saying and in your gut you knew where this was leading to. “Unfortunately, I am unable to dress myself with one hand.”

You felt your blood run ice with the mixture of heat pooling in the pit of your stomach and bubbling in your heart. Rising to your cheeks, you felt your whole body grow hot and you began fanning yourself in an unknowing embarrassment.

“I do not know your intentions, sir, but I will have you know that I am not an easy woman--”

“I have no mal intentions, Milady. It’s embarrassing to ask such a service from you and any woman.” He started trying to justify his words and you felt at ease with the way his eyes grew saddened, “If it is alright with you, I can unbutton my shirt if you help me pull it off?”

You stood there frozen for a tick of a moment. Your mind, body, and heart were in three separate conversations, debates almost. Your mind, telling you that no woman who is not wed should see a man this way who is not her husband. Your heart, is wanting to help a boy that has stolen your breath away. And your body, was craving something far more erotic. You couldn’t help yourself as you nodded in agreement while he handed you the shirt you gave him.

With one soft hand, he lifted his fingers to the nape of his neck and fiddled with the button of his shirt, allowing the skin underneath to slowly be exposed the lower he got. One by one, you watched as he easily slid the buttons out of their holes and letting the shirt grow more loose by the second. You felt your heart pace quicken at the sight of watching such a perfectly sculpted man, undress. It was unholy, the thoughts that went through your mind. How you craved to help him button just to feel the warmth that roamed off his body. Or how you craved for his fingers to glide across your skin so skillfully. You wondered if he could tell how your eyes were glued to him as he looked down to help his coordination better. His fingers slipped the button off close to the lining of his abdominals and your breath hitched as you saw the defined lines of his chest and stomach. He was paradisiacal . It was cruel how perfectly he was crafted by the heavens, it made your heart burst and your body quake.

Once he unbuttoned the last button, the shift flowed off his chest adroitly and he looked up at you and smirked awkwardly as he asked, “Do you mind?”

He hinted at your ability to remove the shirt off his body, and you nodded nervously as you walked closer to him. Every step felt like kilometers away and peculiarly enough, he got closer to you. Soon, you stood in front of him, the heat of his body was touching you ever so lightly and you began to feel the heat rise not only in your cheeks, but in regions you dare not speak about in public. You looked up at him and his eyes looked down at you and you knew that there was now an undeniable tension that had grown between you two. It was intense, overwhelming, but you wanted more. It was new, different, exciting. Shakingly, you lifted your hand slowly to his shoulder, carefully grazing over his soft skin, just to feel that he was real, you let your hand guide the white fabric slowly off his bare skin. Careful not to harm his wound, you pulled the sleeve off his arm as he slowly turned and let you see the long deep caress in his back. So naturally fit, and so beautifully shaped, you slide the other sleeve off his body until his smooth bareback faced you.

You were completely captivated by his elegance that you almost didn't hear the words he said.

In fact you didn’t hear at all.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You shook your head as you saw his wounded hand a bit outstretched for you.

“You can slide the sleeve on my arm,” He restated and you nodded.

“Oh! Right.” you nervously slid the sleeve of your long shirt up the boy’s arm and carefully pulled it over his back as you helped him pull his arm through the other sleeve. He turned around and you looked at him as he adjusted his body to the shirt.

“Is it too small?” You asked concerningly.

“A bit small, but it is just fine.” He smiled at you and you nodded back as you smiled at him. You watched as he reached to button the new shirt and you swatted his hand away playfully.

“Let me help,” you said as you grabbed the shirt and began to button up from the bottom. He watched you as you slowly grazed your fingers up his skin softly as you buttoned his shirt. You felt your heart race a million kilometers, you almost felt lightheaded. Your mind was imagining scenarios that were so vivid and obscene. You wanted to feel him in every way you could, and touch his skin and make it all yours. You imagined your lips pressing against his and peppering kisses along his body just to admire the work of the gods. Soon you reached the last button at the collarbone and you patted his chest comfortingly, symbolic to what a wife would do for her husband and in that moment you retreated our hands and looked down.

“Sorry,” You apologized and he smiled at you and laughed.

“Thank you for your help, I value it wholeheartedly.” He spoke sweetly before the sound of rumbles occurred between the both of you. You looked at him concerningly and you heard the faint rumble again coming from him and he threw his arm over his stomach a bit and you sighed sadly.

“Have you eaten?” You asked and the boy did not respond, you got closer and looked him in the eyes and you repeated your question a tad more aggressively, “Have you eaten?”

The boy shook his head, almost in a fearful way and you stepped back in astonishment.

“Do the servant leaders not feed you boys?!” You cried out in anger thinking about all the servant boys who are not being fed. You looked over to the boy who was growing a shade of white with every passing second. You sighed and walked back to him.

“I promise I will not let these servant leaders know that you told me this information, it’s just atrocious that you boys work hours and hours for this family and the least that we should do is..''

Wait.

You looked at the boy and that’s when it hit you. Every face of every servant boy that served this home came to mind, except his.

You knew all the servant boys in this home. You knew every single worker by name and face. Everyone but him.

“You..” You started, “You say you hurt your hand by serving drinks but you were not one of the three boys at the bar tonight.”

You saw the facial expression grow more apprehensive on the boy's face as you continued.

‘“I saw you run into the woods early this afternoon, and this morning…” You paused, “You served my sister breakfast and I couldn’t give you my grace because..” You didn’t know him.

“I didn’t know you.” You whisper to yourself and inhale a breath and look at the boy who was looking at the floor.

“I know every worker in this home,” You stated, “ and I don’t know you.”

Stepping closer to the boy, he raised his eyes to you and you begged the question, “Who are you?”

The boy looked back up fully, mouth agape slightly and his eyes big as if he was on the edge of his last breath. Looking at you as you sternly stood in front of him, he looked down at his feet again before sighing and responding, “My name is Felix.”

Felix. You thought. A name you have heard before, probably even said out loud. But for some reason, that name sent you a vibration of warmth and you never knew you could love a name so quickly.

“Do you work here Felix?”

There was a brief pause in silence as you looked at Felix struggling to answer before he did.

“No I do not.” It was honest. Truthful, for he didn’t have to speak this tone to you and yet a part of you was happy he did. But curious about more.

“How did you get into this home?” You followed up.

“At night, through the windows…” he glanced over at your window as it was wide open letting the air in. You thought harder thinking how every bedroom window in this home was opened at night to allow the air in. It was custom and he must have known. He must have been in this house for a long time, every night. And strangely enough, it did not frighten you to know a stranger had climbed in your windows while you slept.

Because he didn’t feel like a stranger, he felt like a man you had known for years. Your whole life actually. It was a feeling you just had.

“Is that how you received your cut?” You looked at his hand that you had stitched up and he looked down at it too and nodded softly.

“I cut my hand as I snuck into the engagement ball.” Another moment of silence fell upon you and you allowed your thoughts to roam as you looked at him and spoke your thoughts aloud.

“Are you a thief?” You softly asked and Felix looked at you in sadness and shook his head.

“May I ask what your intentions are by being here.”

“Shelter…food…” he spoke painfully and those feelings attacked you deeply, striking your nerves. It was devastating to hear and you wanted to know more. A boy with no home and no food and you had never known a life like that.

“Does your family not have a home? Or food for you and your siblings? You questioned and he huffed out. You could already feel the heartbreak forming.

“I do not have a family.”

It was heart wrenching. He was alone. This perfect boy, this immaculate human, was alone. Has he always been alone?

“It is just me.” He followed up and you felt the tears warning in the back of your eyes.

“Did you not have a home? A place before this?” Your curiosity continued to run and you could not allow your tongue to quit.

“I did, but I had no food. No water.” Felix coked back what almost felt like a struggle to not allow tears to form. You wanted to quit your interrogation, but your heart wanted to know more about this man. “I thought I was going to die and then..”

Felix paused and rubbed his forearm softly as you pestered on.

“Then what?”

“I had a dream.”

“A dream?” A dream. Could it be? “What happened in your dream?” You stepped closer in engrossment.

“Everything that is happening now. You, me, in this room. I had a vision of this home and I spent forever searching for it all over London. Then I found it. There was food, water, vacant bedrooms with a bed to sleep on and..” He looked up at you with eyes you had never seen. Eyes that held a deeper longing, and appreciation. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. And you were.

“It had you..”

Me. You thought. He had dreamt of you, he had the vision of you similar to what you had and you could feel the electricity forming between the space you two had created.

“My dream, it didn’t feel real. Until I was here, until I saw you. I just knew I had to get close to you.”

In the same feeling you felt, you couldn’t be away. Closer as you get to each other. The universe had placed you two together and it was almost as if the story of your lives were written together, you were fulfilling a prophecy. And he stood before you now, and you had not processed the whole encounter but you knew that in some odd way, this encounter was supposed to happen. You were always meant to meet. This was your person. The man you could fall unapologetically in love with.

“Y/N!” Your name came in loud from the other side of the door as you snapped back into your reality and Felix stood across from you in suspense. The knock on the door was firm and carrying heavy concern as your eyes widened knowing your mother was on the other side.

“Oh no,” you whispered fearfully as you looked at Felix and then looked at the closet behind him.“ Quick get in the closet!”

“Y/N!”

Felix ran into the closet, crouching down in the corner as you ran behind him and you felt the adrenaline in your body rush faster as he looked at you.

“I will bring you food after the ball. Stay here. Please.” You pleaded to him as you grabbed the doors and watched Felix nod his head softly before a louder knock on your door was made.

“Y/N!” Your mother grew more furious in her tone and you quickly shut the closet door and turned to the mess on your desk with the medical supplies. You ran over to it and you shuffled the equipment back into the case as you scrambled to find a place to hide everything.

“Coming!” You announced as you laid the case on the chair and pushed the chair back into the desk and you ran over to the large wooden doors and unlocked it before pulling the door open to see your mother in great displeasure.

“Y/N, what on earth are you doing? There are people downstairs who have come to greet you!” She nearly growled at you as you stood there trying to find words to say.

“I am sorry mother, it was very stuffy and I needed to remove myself for sometime.” You excused yourself pathetically and your mother rolled her eyes and groaned as she walked closer to you, lacing her arm in hers as she pulled you away from the door frame.

“Darling, I know that you are nervous and how could you not be when Gregory is by your side.” She pulled you to her side as you looked back at the room and thought about how Felix was sitting alone in the dark closet, hungry and injured. Your heart grew sad as your mother walked you away from the door and you turned back to face forward as she spoke. “But you cannot just walk out on this event.”

You really wished you could just walk out. That you could do anything that you wanted. Because what you wanted was to be in the room, conversing with this boy who you have grown smitten for. You sighed and nodded, “I am sorry mother. Perhaps the nerves of being a married woman had came over me. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I will grab you some tea to ease the nerves.” Your mother cooed and you turned your head one last time to see the large wooden doors that now separated you from this boy. Felix, you thought. And you knew that you had to grab food for him at the end of the night. You had made that promise to him. But the fear that he would be gone when you returned sunk in the depths of your stomach. Would he leave? Was he not sincere in his words? He told you that he dreamt of you, could that have been a lie?

You battled with it in your mind, overthinking at its finest. You didn’t even realize your mother was still babbling about events that you had missed in your absence.

“ Oh and did you see Bernice's hair tonight? Atrocious, I was fairly shocked by it. I’ve made a mental note to remind the hairdresser for your wedding not to do anything similar. You must be original, exquisite in your beauty. All the women are already so jealous of you Y/N. As they should be, you are going to make one beautiful bride. AH, I am so excited. This is what you had always wanted!”

Pain. All the words your mother spoke as you two walked down the lengthy hall. It was hard to hear and digest, because it wasn’t what you wanted. No one had ever asked you what you wanted. You didn’t want to attend this ball, speak to people who despised you and had their own opinions of you. You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life, living in a home with an abusive man who did not love and respect you. You didn’t want to stand next to him, in the eyes of your family and the church and say vows you didn’t mean.

You didn’t want any of that.

Because what you wanted sat in the corner of your closet, covered by daytime gowns, in a chilled room with no light, only the beams of the moon that lit through the windows. What you wanted, had soft blonde bangs that curved naturally across his forehead, and laid perfect down the sides of his neck. What you wanted, had the softest eyes that made you feel like you were floating on a cloud, a smile that could cure a wretched heart. What you wanted had skins as smooth silk and a voice as thick as honey. He made you feel different, he WAS different. You wanted to protect him, to hold him...to kiss him. You wanted to feel him all around you and you wanted to live a life where he was painted in every portrait.

What you wanted was him. You wanted Felix.

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