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minminyoonjii · 7 months

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Ok, I gotta say this. You know how Felix can vibrate his whole body. Imagine being in charge during sex and riding him when he suddenly starts his vibrating thing and essentially becoming your personal vibrator.

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🕯Summary: Dance practice ended early and Felix had pent up energy. Carving is a strong emotion to deny when it comes to handsome men who can't stop holding you against them.

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Angel," Felix grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your body jolted on instinct, "Home so soon?" you asked, shifting yourself to press your cheek against his. Felix hummed, "Practice was cut short," he said, nosing beneath your jaw. You shuddered, "Aw, I was going to make you a little surprise," you said, holding your tray of muffin batter. He sighed, kissing your temple "I'm sorry, angel," he said, holding you tighter.

You shook your head lightly, "It's alright, I can let it chill in the fridge for a while. I heard that makes the batter fluffy," you said, trying to move but your lover's hold was firm. "Could we stay like this for a moment, angel? I need you in my arms," Felix whispered, touching your neck lightly. You gulped, setting down the tray, "Take your time, love," you whispered back, running your fingers through his hair.

A deep rumble, vibrated against your back, "You're so good to me. Fuck, you're so good to me," he rasped, taking a deep breath. You frowned, playing with his hair, "Do you want to tell me more, love?" you whispered, biting your lower lip. Felix groaned, "Just everything. I want to show you how much I crave you, how I utterly adore you," he whined, trailing his hands towards your hips.

You cooed, nuzzling his cheek, "I utterly adore you too, love," you said, tapping the tray down to let the bubbles escape. Felix grunted, rolling his hips sensually against your back, "Angel, please. Can't you see what you're doing to me?" he keened, rutting his clothed cock. You bit your tongue, "Felix," you whispered, eyes darting around at the constant buck of his hips thrusting. Felix whined, panting on your skin, "Please, angel. I. Need. You," he growled, thrusting up with each word uttered from his lips.

A shiver ran down your spine at the desperation lacing his voice, "How about you let me clean up before we start anything, hm?" you proposed, kissing his cheek. Felix smirked against your shoulder, bringing his hands lower between your thighs, "Hm, I can't help but pleasure you though," he rasped, cupping your clothed cunt. A stuttered gasp escaped your lips, "Felix, this isn't fair," you whined, gripping tight on the tray.

Felix's hands trembled, rubbing your inner thighs, "I need you, need you dripping on my aching cock, angel," he said, breaking into a whine. Your breath hitched, feeling your arousal drip onto your panties, "Felix, please," you whimpered, submitting to his administration. Felix shushed you, running his fingers up your shirt, "I got you, yeah? Just need your pretty cunt on my lap" he groaned, carrying you bridal style.

A moan slipped past your lips, "Lix, you can't just say shit like that," you grumbled, laying your head on his chest. Felix chuckled, laying back on the bed, "Oh, but you love when I do, angel. Don't deny it," he said, helping you straddle his lap. You rolled your eyes, stripping off your top, "You're lucky I'm in love with you, Lee," you teased, tugging the hem of his pants down. Felix hissed as his cock made contact with the chilling air, "And I'm thankful for that, angel," he chuckled.

You wrapped your hand around his cockhead, drool pooling in your mouth from seeing his precum beading between. Felix groaned, tilting his head back, "Fuck, angel. Your hands look so perfect around my cock like that," he whined, chuckling near the end. You preened, pulling your hands away to moan softly when his cock hit against his abdomen. Felix shivered at your expression, "Does my cock look pretty, sweetheart?" he asked, practically seeing your eyes beam at his question,

You nodded, earnestly "Very fucking pretty," you said, tugging down your panties. He clenched his jaw, blood rushing towards his cheeks, "You're so cute, angel. I can't take it anymore," he grunted, lining your hips with his cock. You gulped, "Need your fingers first, love," you moaned, pressing your palms on his torso. Felix groaned, slicking his fingers with your slick "So wet. You're sopping, sweetheart," he whined, slipping two fingers up your hole. "There, there, there," you babbled, riding his fingers.

Felix hummed, curling his fingers, "I know, I know but I want you to cream around my cock first. I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze around my cock," he growled, spreading his fingers apart. You groaned, thighs quivering from the pleasure, "Hurry, please," you keened, arching your back. He pulled out his fingers, slicking his cock with your arousal, "Ride what's yours, angel," he grunted, easing your hips down his cock. Your jaw slacked, taking as much of his length up your ribbed walls.

"That's it. Fuck, fuck. Fuck! Don't clench like that, sweetheart," Felix whined, body vibrating from the sharp pins of pleasure buzzing through his nerves. A gasp escaped your lips, "Holy sh-shit, Lix. Do that again," you whimpered, clenching harder. Felix groaned, vibrating at the pleasure, pressing his cock right against your g-spot. Broken moans echoed within the room. "Felix, please," you pleaded, riding his cock to make him tremble as hard as he is now.

Felix choked on a moan, gripping your hips tight, "I'm here, shit, I'm here," he stuttered, tensing his body up. You moaned, elbows wobbling from holding yourself up, "Oh, oh, oh, fuck," you keened, riding his cock to the hilt. The vibrations buzzing through his body shook his cock like a sex toy. Pressing deep against your gummy walls. Felix bared his neck, digging his nails into your skin "God, you feel so good," he sobbed, bucking his hips in tandem with yours.

The bed creaked beneath you, leaving no sound to the imagination. You groaned, forcing yourself upwards, "So so deep, love. Look," you preened, rubbing the bulge protruding from your abdomen. Felix thrust his hips in a firm snap, causing a scream to crawl up your throat, "Fucking tease," he growled, tensing his body harder. Sobs broke from your vocal cords, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. Too much," you cried, quivering at the feeling of his cock pound deeper into you like a vibrator set on its highest settings.

Felix grunted, reaching down to circle your clit, "Cum on me, angel. Soak my cock like the good girl you are. Let me see your pretty cunt milk my cock," he rambled, using the last of his strength to ease you up and down his throbbing length. You whined, mind hazing from the dull buzz of Felix's cockhead pressing against your cervix. "You're mine, angel. Please, please, please, cum," he moaned, letting his body vibrate to its max for your pleasure.

Your ears rang from the blinding orgasm, and your mouth dropped in a scream silent, "Ah, fuck," you whimpered, groping Felix's pecs. His eyes rolled back from your fluttering walls, clenched and unclenched around his swollen cock, "Fuck," he rasped, staring at the base of his cock where your bodies connected. "Good girl, creaming around my cock," Felix groaned, seeing the familiar ring of bubbles circle his length. You closed your eyes, catching your breath, "When the fuck have you learnt to vibrate like that?" you slurred, resting on his chest.

Felix chuckled, "Shit, beats me, angel," he said, running his fingers through your matted hair. You hummed, tracing his collarbone, "My poor potential muffins," you mumbled, puffing your cheeks. Felix cooed, rolling his hips, "We can bake them later, sweetheart. I'm sure the sugar would do us good," he said, tilting your chin up, to kiss your lips. You melted into the kiss, lazily wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pulled away, stroking your cheeks, "What are the chances of my dick breaking from how hard you clenched, hm?" he teased, smiling at you with half-lidded eyes. You chuckled, "Not zero that's for sure," you said, booping his nose. Felix sighed, heart swelling, "The things I do for love," he said, dramatically. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, "Very funny, Yongbok," you said, giving his chest a teasing lick. A sudden gasp escaped your lips in tandem, "Did you just twitch in me?" you asked, eyes widening. Felix gulped, embarrassment burning under his skin, "Ready for round two?" he asked, smirking at your stunned look.

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horanghaeluvsinniehae · 8 days

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BEST FRIEND!STRAY KIDS REACTION TO READER DYING OVER FAN MEETING PICTURES||hyung line/\maknae line||

Pairing: skz!hyung line x gn!reader

Disclaimer:Swearing. I tried not to sexualise them I'm sorry if it comes off like that that really wasn't my intention and i hope it didnt turn out like that!!

Author's note at the end(please read it)! Enjoy!

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Please give me feedbacks because they push me to motivation and I like knowing if my readers enjoy my work or not<3

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guoblin · 1 month

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sunflower-of-versace · 2 months

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#lee felix #lee yongbok #stray kids lee yongbok #louis vuitton #stray kids lee felix #gif #my gifs

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lqsblog · 2 years

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hi cutie

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incorrect-changlix · 2 months

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felix: don’t break someone’s heart, they only have one

minho: yeah, break their bones. they have 206

#stray kids #incorrect stray kids quotes #skz incorrect quotes #lee felix #felix #skz lee know #stray kids lee know #szk felix #incorrect felix #stray kids felix #skz minho #stray kids lee minho #stray kids lee yongbok #lee know

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his-angell · 9 months

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"It's aright, Sunshine." (l.f)

plot; seeing Felix cry was never easy. But it's different as he cries while staring into the crowd of people who support him most.

paring; idol!Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

genre; fluff, comfort,

word count; 1.0k

warnings; 9th member, Felix is crying, established relationships, pet names

request; no

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It was their last concert of their tour, and they were wrapping up the last few songs. STAY was jumping and screaming as the group all danced around happily. Felix had started to get the feels a little before their last two songs.

Felix had a love for STAYs that was unexplainable. They made him into the person he was. He loved them more than he would be able to explain. He wanted to be able to make them happy. Which he did all the time!! There was just that worry that he was disappointing them in some way. But this concert was proving him wrong.

The STAYs had something planned. They had all written on some paper airplanes and started throwing them on stage. The nine members had all ditched their choreo, curious in the planes. They started making rounds over the stage, waving and greeting STAYs as they picked up the papers and read over them.

Felix was so baffled by the act of STAYs. He read every word on the papers. Taking them to heart. At some point, he had backed up into the middle. He covered his face up with his green rag, gazing into the crowd with his teary eyes. At some point he broke, sobs beginning to rack his body as he stared at the many people in the stadium.

(y/n) hopped around next to Jeongin, hyping him up as he sang his part. She was careful not to step on any of the planes that were still being tossed onto the stage. She glanced back when she realized Felix wasn’t doing rounds anymore. A frown coated her face. She tucked her microphone into the pocket of her jeans and walked over to the man in the middle.

“Oh, Felix, baby..” She hushed. She gently wiped his tears with her thumbs. “What's wrong, dear?” She tilted her head, her hair flopping to the side. Felix stammered out some words which were all kinda just jumbled. But the motion to the planes and the crowd was enough info for her. Felix quickly gripped onto his lover, sobbing into her shoulder.

The other members had taken notice of this. “Felix, whats up?” Chan rushed over, looking at (y/n). She motioned to the crowd. “Happy tears.” She said simply. “Awe, Felix!” Chan cooed into the microphone. “Stay! You made him cry!” Changbin said into the microphone, sending a playful glare to the crowd. The stadium filled with ‘awess!’.

“Come on, Lixie, one more song yeah?” (y/n) said after she took her mic out and turned it back on. Felix nodded, following the group as they all began to sing their final song of the night. They all stayed more huddled together. Felix was hugging everyone, more than once even. Some short, some longer. He was making his rounds, waving and picking up planes. It went on like that for a little while longer before it was time to leave. They all bid their goodbyes, heading into the back rooms.

That's where Felix let himself cry and cry as he read more of the papers. “Come here, Felix,” Changbin said, waving him over. He hugged him, holding his phone up. Felix muttered something. Changbin hit the record button on the phone. “What was that?” He said. “Huh?” Felix stood off his shoulder a bit. He frowned. “Say it again,” Changbin said. Felix turned and scoffed. “Dont film me-!” Felix pushed the phone away. Changbin snickered, only to get scolded by Chan a few seconds later, causing him to pout. He still ended up posting it on bubble.

With a huff he turned to his girlfriend, who was laying on the couch in front of the fan. Felix sniffled and crawled on top of her, hiding his face in her neck. “Oof-” She grunted as the male's weight was laid on her. She didn’t mind though. She rubbed his back. “Hi, Sunshine..” She hushed. “Hi.” He sniffled. They had been dating for about two years now. It was still private to STAYs, but not to the other members. They fully supported them.

“I’m sorry for crying so much.” Felix sniffled as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I probably looked so stupid.. Ugh, and it's all over the internet now..” He groaned into her neck. “It's alright, Sunshine,” (y/n) picked up his head to look at her. She wiped his tears. “You’re not stupid. You were overwhelmed by all the love from Stay,” She said. “It's a lot, you had every right to cry,” She added. Felix nodded a little. “Besides, crying is good for you, dove, don’t worry.” She kissed his nose.

Felix smiled and pecked her lips. “Thank you, starlight,” He hushed. “Ewww! No sucking faces on the same couch i’m on!” Seungmin whined, pushing their feet off the couch. This caused loud giggles to emit from everyone in the room. Seungmin grumbled to himself before going back on his phone. “She is right, Lix. It's okay to cry. We all do.” Chan pipped in as he sat on the floor to stretch his sore legs.

Felix would always be so grateful for his members. For STAY. They were always so good to him, sometimes he was in disbelief it was all real. But it was moments like these where he was so glad to have all of them. They truly meant the world to him. He would do anything to keep it just like this forever.

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this was a little idea. i don't think it was written very well but its whatever- i hope youre all doing wellll!! stay safe out there, lovies! muwahh!!

all writing rights reserved to @his-angell do not repost or translate my work without my permission.

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joongbin · 1 year

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Your writing is really fueling my delusions and it’s making me happy.

You would be my first request ever and I was wondering if I could ask for cuddles with Felix?

Like he is so adorable and precious I just want to baby him and hold him and I have yet to find something that has this topic.

cuddles. - l.yb (felix)

summary › after a long and tiring concert, felix just wants to cuddle with his lovely sunshine.

genre › fluff

pairings › lee yongbok x gn reader

warnings › none.

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Felix opened the door to your shared house after his flight, his hair all ruffled and his face looking tired. He pushed back his hair and smiled the moment he saw you. Not because you were doing anything attractive, but because you were there, eating away at the popcorn you made while watching some K-Drama that you saw.

“ honey. ” he said, wrapping his arms around your neck, lightly hugging you. You giggled, placing the popcorn to the side and kissing his cheek.

“ you're back. God, I've missed you. ” you gave him another peck on the cheek. He smiled at you and gave you one back.

“ can we cuddle, please? ” he pouted, then you sighed, lightly slapping his cheek.

“ why don't you take a shower first and meet me back here so we can cuddle, m'kay? ” you smiled at him. He groaned, but did it anyways, putting his luggage aside and heading straight to the showers while you continued watching the drama.

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He had his pajamas already on, slugging towards you. Felix threw himself beside you, leaning on to you shoulder.

“ much better. you smelled like sweat before this. ” you joked. Felix sighed, feeling the relief of you beside him while he rests his muscles.

“ i thought - ”

“ yeah, yeah, come here. ” you sat down cross legged, patting the space in between your legs. He sat down at the space, with you wrapping your arms around his waist.

“ it's been such a long time since we've done this .. ” Felix said, making himself comfortable.

“ yeah, long time. ” you rested your chin on his shoulder, with your little chicken boy almost falling asleep.

“ .. can we go to bed? ” Felix said, you hummed and turned off the TV. You told Felix to go to the bedroom first since you had to put away the dishes.

Once you did that, you returned back to Felix and turned off the lights, crawling behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist again. Pressing a kiss on cheek and jaw, you snuggled up to him with a smile.

“ goodnight lix. ”

“ night, (name). ”

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felix-gallery · 20 days

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˗ˏˋ ⌗ 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭 ⁎⁺˳ ✧ ˎˊ˗

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booksndpoetry · 22 days

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Letting Go

A Lee Felix Fanfic

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A/N: Here it is, like I promised. Loads of thanks to the lovely @hyunverse for helping me proofread this, as well as for tolerating my rambling. This is my first real attempt at angst, so I'd love to know your thoughts about it. Happy reading!

Word Count: 4.5k words

Genre: Angst, fluff

Characters: Lee Felix, Female Reader, Tears, Bags of chips, Changbin, and the butt-hunters of Stray Kids.

Triggers/Warnings: Break up, Exes, Breakdowns, Heartbreak, and (Implications of) situational depression.

“When you love someone, you have to let them go. If they come back to you, they’re yours. If they don’t come back to you, they were never yours.” – Anonymous

You know he was lying just to protect you, but why did it hurt all the same? It was Felix you were talking about. It hurt because he’d never raised his voice while talking to you, even that time when you almost damaged his gaming console. Not even by an octave when he was upset or fazed.

And now he was yelling. You couldn’t help it. Fat, angry teardrops fell from your eyes. You didn’t want to cry, but your heart loved him a little too much to go down without a fight.

“Please don’t do this to me, to us. We can make it work. We will.” You were begging him at this point, but you couldn’t care less about it. You were willing to get on your knees if he would change his mind.

But Felix just roughly swallowed, his words forgotten. He couldn’t do it anymore, he told himself. Not when you were crying, begging for him to stop. You were his, and he was yours, he knew he’d be damned if he hurt you willingly. But he had to, there was no other plausible option when the both of you would never ask of the other to do something so …accommodating, like leaving one’s career for the other person.

You would never forgive yourself if he derailed his entire life, his passion just to be with you. And he knew. But it still hurt. That’s how pain is. It pricks you anew every time, even though you know what is it that’s going to happen. So, he bit the bullet and landed the final blow.

“But I don’t want to make this work. I don’t want to lead you on with false hope when I have no intention of returning” To you. The unspoken words rang clear in the air.

He whispered them like a forbidden curse, like a nightmare that cannot be controlled as it forcibly claws out sleep from the innocent hearts of children. You felt as though your entire being was doused in ice-cold water. That evening, you were anxious for the first time in years when he told you to meet him at an empty park, not at your home, to talk about something important. That anxiety grew stronger with his words, about how it was right all along regarding the fact that he was leaving you. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Felix, your soulmate, your one true person was leaving you because he had to move somewhere else where his work was entailed. It took a second to fully sink in, and when it did, you physically heard your heart shatter. Now you understand. Why he was so insistent on ending it? Because it was inevitable that it would end. He might have been the only person you envisioned yourself with in the future, but for him, you were only a memorable lover. Not easy to forget, but not impossible to move on from either.

“Okay,” you said, voice weak.

What else were you supposed to say? You’d promised to never come in the way of each other’s successes. You had to keep that promise, it was the only one that mattered now. Because it was the only promise still holding true, binding him and you when there was nothing else between you two.

“Okay,” you say again, voice unwavering this time. “I’ll let you go now” and you walk away, just as thunder sounds in the distance and raindrops start pelting down on you harshly, like a thousand arrows aimed to pierce you apart. But there was no need for that. You were already in shreds.

As you walk further, hands slightly shivering from the cold of the rain, you hear something faint. Felix was saying something. You turn around and he catches up to you, breathing heavily.

“At least let me take you home. You’ll catch a cold.” Your heart, your stupid, traitorous heart actually stutters for a second even though it was him who wrecked it.

Closing your eyes, you breathe in the scent of rain and him, for the last time.

“No Felix,” you tell him and he winces at the use of his full name. It sounded so distant, and joyless. “If I’m letting you go, let me do it fully.”

And as much as he would like to disagree and tell you to mull it over in the warmth of his car, he knows you need the space. So, he stays rooted on the spot, as you slowly turn around and go far away, until he can’t see you anymore. He stays where he is, to let you walk away from him. To let you think that you were leaving him and not the other way round, so you’d have a choice in this too.

He was so thoughtful, even in this, and you wanted to collapse and cry on the spot, with your tears camouflaged in the rain. You wanted to stay that way for as long as possible and just melt away. But you couldn’t. Your pride, something small and cracked from everything but still solid, wouldn’t allow for it.

No more damage, it said. But what’s left? You ask. Nothing. Everything’s gone, so why does it matter now? Why does anything matter now?

You don’t know how you make it back to your apartment. You don’t recall anything about your walk back home in the rain.

Going in, you settle on the marble floor and stare at the clock. It’s late, you note and get up to ready yourself for bed. You weren’t going to think, you’d done enough of that. Your brain would hurt if you did any more of it. Mechanically, you change out of your soaked clothes and get in the shower. The view of an array of his shampoo bottles is what greets you. Resisting the urge to stay in there, you quickly wash up with warm water that’s soft on your skin. You relish the comfort it gives you, if only for a few seconds. You get out and change into your nightwear. Brushing your teeth and washing your face, you’re careful not to face the mirror.

You can’t do it.

You make your bed and sink into it, but it feels too large, without him in it. No, you stop yourself. Dragging your thick comforter to the living room, you sit on the cold floor and lean against the wall. You can handle it, the cold numbing your feet. You weren’t sure if you could handle warmth, you’re afraid you’d succumb. And so, you sit there all night, crying, as you listen to your love go down with the rain.

The next morning is unpleasant but bearable. Your eyes are bloodshot, both from crying and from the lack of sleep. That and you can’t feel your feet. Last night’s haze has evaporated, leaving the rational you of the new day to deal with the aftermath.

You thank the heavens it is a Sunday. At least he broke your heart on a Saturday, to sober up and collect yourself for work on Monday. You bitterly chuckle. Growing up meant work was way more important than your broken heart because well, you were an adult and you had to suck it up and go on.

Life had a way of proving you wrong when you thought it couldn’t get worse. You hated everything in that moment, the sun shining brightly like your world hadn’t been torn apart, the noises of the people who carried on with their lives, the voices in your head telling you to do the right thing.

What was the right thing to do, when what you wanted didn’t exist? It was too much, and you let out a choked sob, tears running down your cheeks. Regulating your breathing, you were doing a lot of that, you calmed yourself down.

Despite your current state, you try to pick yourself up and try to go about your day normally. But it was a Herculean piece of work when he had embedded himself so deeply in all of your routines too.

When you both were together, you’d wake up and kiss him on the cheek if he’d slept over, or you’d send him a text wishing him a good morning. He’d then call you as you brushed your teeth and he did the same on his side. You’d talk about your plans for the day until you had to go get ready. You would have breakfast with him or send him a picture. Then, if he was feeling particularly energetic, he’d pick you up and drop you off at your workplace. When you came back home, he’d be there to welcome you, to the home in his embrace. How would you forego all of that, years of routine, and go about normally? You didn’t think you had the strength it required.

I’ll be okay on my own, I always have been, you remind yourself. You decide to focus on one thing at a time. You brush your teeth, and after you’re done, you look at yourself in the mirror. The person staring back at you was someone new, someone unfamiliar. Someone you had wished to never meet. But you faced yourself. It was progress compared to yesterday.

After washing your face, you turn your attention to your hair. Blowing out a breath, you remind yourself that punishing yourself wouldn’t help, in any way. Slowly, with patience you didn’t know you possessed, you began untangling the strands. Every time you feel like tugging at your scalp until you bled, you slow down and deliberately brush your hair with uncharacteristic gentleness. Breathing in and out, you finally managed to untangle all the knots and pulled your hair into a neat ponytail. What was next? Food. Right, you needed food. And so, you got to work.

You work task by task until you feel pieces of you returning, making their way back to you. Some pieces are stubborn and don’t give in. You manage to put yourself back together, and you want to cry all over again. Not over him, but the fact that it took you an entire day to come back to yourself, after so long. You sober up and feel yourself craving snacks. You’ve always been responsible and very meticulous, thinking hard about each decision big or small. But then, you decide to be impulsive for once, to make yourself happy, no matter how small the happiness, and you grab your keys.

Dressed in pyjamas and a puffer jacket to keep out the cold, you enter the convenience store and quickly pick up some snacks. As you go to the checkout line, you find Changbin, one of Felix’s best friends.

“Hey you”, he greets you enthusiastically and you realize that Felix must not have told him about you two. You don’t know whether to feel grateful or saddened.

“Hello Changbin” you greet him back, and he asks you about your choice of snacks. Soon, easy laughter is shared between the two of you and he tells you he needs to hurry home.

“I have to go pack, but text me later, okay?” he tells you, eyes suddenly intently watching you, and you know he suspects something.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with him, considering we’ll be taking off in such less time?” and you sigh, having expected it. “We parted ways,” you tell him, not having the courage enough to say that you two had broken up because saying those words felt real.

Changbin understands, and he squeezes your arm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m always here if you need me, okay?” he tells you and you feel like crying, again, because he’s being so nice to you. You assure him that you will contact him later and go back home.

You let out a long breath, just the thought of starting all over tomorrow felt like hell. You give in to sleep, as a certain person keeps appearing to haunt you even in your dreams.

The next morning you wake up and do the same thing, all over again. Days pass by, and your nightmares become less frequent and you get enough sleep. Some days, you can confidently look yourself in the mirror, other times you can’t even lift your head. Still, you get better each day, the ache in your chest fading to a numbness that won’t go away.

Five months, that’s the amount of time it takes you to go an entire day without thinking about him. But him, oh he wasn’t even trying to go a day without thinking about you. He didn’t want to.

From the moment you left him, taking his heart with you, he was destroyed. He thought the miles of distance between the two of you would make it easier to stay apart. He was wrong. Every day, he cracked a little, all his love that he had kept just for you, chipped until it was a semblance of what it was. His friends, especially Changbin urged him to try talking to you again, but he refused.

“She hates me, hyung. I don’t think she wants to talk to me after everything.” Changbin could only watch helplessly as his two best friends struggled.

-2 Months later-

You had become a workaholic, with nothing else other than work to engage you and keep you distracted, and it had paid off in ways. You got a promotion, to a position you could only dream about before, but you’d worked harder than ever to achieve it. However, one thing that came with the position was the numerous galas and parties that you had to attend.

You initially thought it would be fun to dress up nicely and meet new people, but reality was quick to burst your bubble. You had to engage with all sorts of people, even some who didn’t work in your fields, which led to lots of awkward conversations, and random creeps whose personalities were not half as interesting as your neighbourhood’s resident cat. It was tiresome in ways that sometimes you had to take a plane just to attend a stupid party and socialize when all you wanted was to snuggle into your bed and not meet people for another week.

Now, you had another party to attend, except it was being held in Korea, and you had to fly all the way in a single day after your work was finished.

Stepping out into the airport, you quickly unlock your phone and text Changbin. He was the only one you could rely on, especially when you didn’t know the language all that well. He had kindly agreed to help you navigate your new surroundings. Except he didn’t tell you that he’d be bringing Felix along. The guy had hoped that an impromptu meet would lead to the two of you resolving your (still very much alive) feelings. What he didn’t expect though, was for the freckled guy to flee.

Felix had no idea as to who Changbin wanted to pick up but reluctantly tagged along when the latter had asked him, persistently. His breath is knocked out of his lungs after seeing you for the first time in 7 months and 2 days. Was he counting? Yes. Did he care that it made him look like a lovesick idiot? Hell no. You hadn’t noticed him yet, busy animatedly explaining something to Changbin. The moment he sees you, his first instinct is to tug you into his arms and rest his face in the crook of your neck. But he stops himself. He couldn’t even greet you, he didn’t think he would survive seeing the hate in your eyes directed at him, so this time he runs.

Changbin has a suspiciously bright smile aimed at you when he meets you at the airport. He grins so much, you stop even as he keeps walking forward, unaware that you’re no longer walking with him. When he realizes that you’re not walking with him, he turns around and scowls.

“Hey, you can’t abandon me in my own country,” he says dramatically. You roll your eyes,” Try me.” You challenge and his scowl deepens.

“Now, cut to the chase and tell me why you’re smiling”.

Changbin swears that it’s nothing but after a minute of your intense staring, he breaks and smiles bashfully, “There’s someone I want you to meet-“

“I knew it! You had that shit-eating grin on your face and I suspected something. I’m not socializing with more than twenty people in the next two days, thank you very much” you quip before he can go on and on.

He snorts at your comment. “Oh come on, he’s handsome.”

“SO WHAT! So are you and you’re being extremely annoying. My eardrums need a break” you say, more to fluster him and get him to shut up rather than to stroke his ego and keep struggling to get out of his plans.

“Nice try, but just for that I’ll buy you breakfast, to avenge myself” he says, eyes crinkling.

“Can you avenge yourself all the time?”

“Oh for heavens’ sake.” He mutters and you giggle.

Even when you step out of the airport terminal, Changbin keeps looking everywhere, like he’s searching for someone. “Who is it?” you ask, and he sighs “No one.”

You get to your hotel room, and relax, trying to ignore the jet lag and not fall asleep. You successfully manage to do so by busying yourself with more work and the evening rolls by, faster than expected.

You pick out a casual ribbed, black dress and some earrings and call it a day. The company had provided a driver who took you to the venue. Unsurprisingly, it was held in a hotel whose hall was large enough to qualify as a ballroom.

Stepping in, you think to yourself ‘Let’s get this over with’. Before you know it a familiar pair of muscled arms pulls you in and you laugh.

“Hello to you too”. Changbin escorts you over to his team, whom you’ve met a couple of times. Except they’re still as unhinged, in the middle of a business party, talking about …whose butt was better to slap? You stop yourself there.

Felix had come over, intending to speak to you, but his throat ran dry upon taking a glance at you. Holy fuck! You were breathtaking, and suddenly he had no memory of what he wanted to say to you. Seeing you laugh and make small talk with his team, his heart swelled, but you didn’t glance at him. At all. Not even once in passing.

You on the other hand were hyperaware of his presence near you. Suddenly your skin was on fire, his gaze never leaving you. You knew he was watching you, and you let him.

Felix realized that it was the first intimate moment you’d shared in months, just you and him, no one else existing then. He comes forward and puts his hand out for you, but just that second you turned around the corner to greet someone else.

He’s hurt by your actions. There was no need for you to have done that. His mind reasons that you probably didn’t want to talk to him, but he just couldn’t stomach the hurt.

For the second time when he sees you, Felix runs. But this time you catch him in the act. He discreetly excuses himself and gets to the entrance, but you follow closely behind him.

Felix bolts through the set of wide oak doors at the entrance of the hall and doesn’t stop even when his lungs start burning. He keeps going until he hears a faint voice which sounds like …yours. And he stops.

“Christ, I’m not athletic enough for this” you mumble trying to catch your breath, and he laughs.

He full-on laughs until his head is thrown back and his hands clutch his stomach. He laughs so much tears stream down his face.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me, it’s difficult to run when you’ve eaten two bags of chips by yourself on the same day” you attempt to explain, and he understands your need to deflect with humour and he turns around.

“Felix” you call him again, and despite you calling him by his full name, unlike last time there’s a trace of warmth in it. He clings to that warmth like it’s his lifeline as he wipes his face with his slender fingers. Your eyes follow the movement like nothing ever happened between you.

Felix grins at you, his face transforming with the curve of his lips. Not finding any hate or hurt in your eyes, he visibly relaxes. After both of you are breathing normally, less than six steps between the two of you, he summons his courage and asks you the one question he’d been itching to ask you for months.

“How have you been?”.

How have you been? You think back to the months you’d suffered and the predicament you’re in.

“I’ve been well”

He looks down at your reply, eyes shining with tears. “Wish I could say the same.”

He smiles again, but it’s full of sadness. You want to kiss it away until he never feels the same way again.

“But above everything, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. I’m sorry it had to end that way, even if I didn’t want it to end. I’m so fucking sorry love.” He says, lovingly explaining to you even though he didn’t have to, trying to be gentle, and unknowing tears stream down your cheeks at the endearment.

“You’ve done nothing wrong to me, which is why it makes it so much harder for me to accept the fact that we-we have-“ he stops, hand raised to his mouth, muffling his words as he cries harder.

“You broke me to pieces without meaning to, because you were doing what’s right for yourself; by leaving someone who wasn’t right for you. By leaving me.” You smile sadly at his words.

“You were the best, God, I thought I didn’t deserve you. You were it at one point, you know?” you say, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“I don’t like how you used past tense there. It makes it hurt much more and makes things… worse. It makes things so much more real.”

“Yeah well, it’s the truth,” you say bitterly and at that point, the clock strikes twelve and you’re reminded that you have to go back to your hotel, except you’re no Cinderella and he’s not your prince who can come after you.

“This is it then, I guess. I’ll see you around Felix” you finish, as your heart sinks at the fact that he didn’t even protest at your words.

Maybe it was all in your head, maybe you were assuming, maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Your heart beats alarmingly fast at the last thought, feeling it slowly come true. Felix just raises a hand and waves you off in a soundless goodbye, a spring in his step, that you eye before you turn your back and go. Unbeknownst to you, he walks briskly until he reaches a corridor no longer visible to you and he runs, but this time, he’s running to you.

You go back home and try as you might, you can’t sleep. The thoughts in your head, which you’d buried down months ago, surface and leave you anxious. You wake up hours before your alarm and finally conclude. You are still very much in love with the guy who once baked you brownies in the middle of the night because he hadn’t been able to in the morning. The same guy who had taken a piece of you and had never returned it.

Fuck your pride, you were both adults, if you want to, you can try.

After an hour of rehearsal, you finally pick up your phone with shaking hands when there’s a knock on your door. You open it and immediately think ‘What a pleasant surprise’ because in front of you is a (once-again) sweaty Felix who looks like he’s been running.

“Let me in, the hotel staff are chasing me.” You laugh and pull him inside, shutting the door.

Felix properly looks you in the eye and he smiles, unhesitatingly saying the words he came to say to you.

“I came here to ask you to give me another chance.”

“But I’m not sure if you do, Felix. What changed?” you ask, your face neutral, even as butterflies go into a frenzy in your stomach.

Once is a mistake, twice is a choice, and you’d be damned if you let him break your heart again.

“Well, I want to make it work this time. Every time. You’re it for me, and I was reminded of it yesterday. I’ll fix it, all the parts I broke and I vow to never break them willingly again. If I do, punish me to spend all of eternity with you, grovelling for my mistake. Do we have a deal?” he spills in one breath, his eyes shining, the same eyes which brought twinkling lights into your life again.

You don’t hesitate this time. “We do.” You whisper, careful not to disturb the tranquillity of that moment. And he comes closer.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, as he brings his thumb to rest on your lower lip, the cool metal of his rings, leaving you shivering. “Yes.” You whisper.

And yet he keeps staring at you. “What? Are you not going to kiss me now? Have you forgotten?” you tease him lowly, and his answer leaves you breathless.

“I am, but before that, I’d like to show myself everything I’ve been missing out on.”

His lips meet yours and it is the Fourth of July again, as he kisses you like a man starved. He chases your lips, uncaring of all the breaths you had to take, chests touching until you can feel each other’s heartbeats. When you finally come up for air hands pushing against his chest, he brings you closer by your waist.

“Hello,” he says like he’s seeing you for the first time again, both your foreheads touching. “Hi” you say, unable to hide your excitement.

“I’m home, love.” he announces, “And I’m never going away again.”

“Promise?” you hold out your little finger.

“I promise” his digit curls around yours and you acknowledge how happy that sight leaves you.

“I’m happy if you are, but first let’s get breakfast.”

“I’m swooning here and you dare to feel hungry?”

“You can swoon over me all you want when we’re both stuffing ourselves with food.” You sigh, and he knows he’s got you.

“That was the excuse I was going with if you were to shut your door on me. Food.” He confesses, eyes caressing your face tenderly.

“…You really think that I, a perfectly moral person, would stoop that low just for food?”

“Yeah”

“You’re right. I would”

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