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Hyunjin sneezed.
It’s a great starting point for any story, since it could be the prelude of something disastrous. But nothing happened in Seoul, nor there was any butterfly effect anywhere in the world. Hyunjin was simply cold, sniffling, pouting, and there was no adventure in sight other than bringing back the color on his lips and cheeks.
Who thought having a snowball fight in the middle of freezing January was a good idea? Ah yes, Han Jisung. Hyunjin sneezed again.
“I’m cold as a snowflake. No, colder. Icy-cold. Cold as a snowman.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Felix blurted out, worried. He got them both under the soft covers of his bed in a few seconds.
“Ah, much better,” Hyunjin brushed his nose on the warm spot between Felix’s neck and shoulder.
“What the– It’s freezing! Your nose is frozen! It’s gonna fall off and I’ll have to replace it with a carrot.”
“Told you I was cold,” Hyunjin whined. “I’m not gonna play in the snow ever again.”
“And miss a chance to cuddle indefinitely? Who are you, and where’s the real Hwang Hyunjin?”
“Inside Elsa’s ice palace, probably,” Hyunjin scooted closer. “And no carrots, please. If my nose falls off, I’ll just take yours.”
After a few blissful moments and giggles, they both got quiet, lost in the warmth they were craving as if they had been stranded for a month at the North Pole. They just didn’t seem to get warm enough.
“Jinnie.”
“Hm?”
“Remember when I was feeling a bit down, last week?”
Hyunjin remembered. Maybe even a little too well, judging from the way his heart clenched. He just wanted to show Felix the new set of paintbrushes he had bought online, and no, he didn’t knock, okay? Being around Felix was so natural that boundaries were a construct he unconsciously overlooked most of the time. Anyway. He had barged into his friend’s room only to find a quite distraught Felix, with puffy, red-rimmed eyes and a sudden urge to hide his face. Hyunjin had frozen at the door, one hand holding his laptop and the other flailing in the air, unsure on whether to close it behind him or get out.
Felix had only offered a very vague explanation, something to do with imposter syndrome, but “nothing that couldn’t be solved with the next therapy session”.
Seeing a therapist was something Felix himself – always the carer – had recommended them regardless of the level of their own perceived well-being, so Hyunjin knew it didn’t have to be serious. He understood that. Felix’s face, though – he wished his friend relied more on him because, even if it was a minor issue or a fleeting moment of weakness, seeing him like that was a sight he couldn’t bear. But Hyunjin didn’t want to pry when he clearly shouldn’t have, so he didn’t ask any more questions.
Just one bitter thought popped up in his mind – weren’t they close? Closer than anyone else within their group of friends? There seemed to be an invisible wall Hyunjin wasn’t able to climb over, though, despite all the late-night conversations he and Felix had.
“Yeah, sure I remember. Are you feeling better?”
“Well, let’s say that the session has helped. It’s a first step, and it made me see things slightly clearer.”
“That’s great,” Hyunjin smiled softly against the pillow, lost in Felix’s relaxed expression. “Are you feeling a little bit lighter, then? Like, has some of the weight dropped off your shoulders?”
“Not yet,” Felix admitted. The ceiling looked really interesting. “But at least I kinda know where to start. I’m sorry to have startled you on that day.”
Hyunjin propped himself up on his elbow to look down at Felix. “You know that you can share whatever with me, right?”
Felix looked at him with such intensity that Hyunjin almost melted under his gaze. He was mesmerized.
“I mean,” Hyunjin lowered his voice. “It sounds painful, to be carrying all that by yourself.”
“Sometimes it kinda is,” Felix echoed in the same tone. “Just didn’t think sharing my fears was something worth doing, is all.”
“Why?”
“‘cause I was doing a pretty good job at silencing them, for example with gaming. Or working out, lately. But mostly ‘cause they’re silly.”
“You’re silly, Lee Yongbok,” Hyunjin tenderly flicked his forehead. “Don’t call your pain silly. It belittles your strength.”
Felix’s eyes became bigger than the moon, and filled with a million stars. He smiled a little, still astonished by what he just heard. “I’ll ask you again,” he teased. “Where’s the Hyunjin I know?”
Hyunjin laughed. It was the most beautiful sound known to man, and Felix was absolutely enamored with it. He wished he could bottle it and drink it whenever he missed him.
And just when Felix thought he couldn’t possibly get dizzier, Hyunjin kissed his forehead.
Just like that, as if it was no big deal. A friendly kiss. He felt Hyunjin’s fingers in his hair, and a gentle pressure on the top of his head to keep him closer, to not let him get away. Felix almost choked on that feeling, for he had absolutely no intention of going anywhere. When Hyunjin smiled down at him, Felix was still registering what happened, frozen in those few seconds.
“What was that for?”
Hyunjin looked a bit taken aback from the question, and his smile dropped. “You just looked like you needed it.”
Was Hyunjin blushing? The whole universe started to spin around Felix, slowing down his perception of time.
“Yeah,” Felix replied, as softly as ever. “I did.”
What he got in response was the biggest, warmest smile Hyunjin had ever showed him. His cheeks bounced up and his eyes looked like two little crescents.
Too many times Hyunjin had been Felix’s source of comfort. His warmth, his safe place. And too many times Felix had been content to cuddle without explanation, recharging off Hyunjin without bothering him with his nonsensical issues.
“I told you,” Hyunjin cupped his cheek. “I want to share everything. The good, the bad, the stuff in between.”
Felix nodded, unable to form any intelligible sentence. “Okay,” he managed to choke out.
Hyunjin kissed his eyebrows, once, twice, until he wasn’t counting anymore. Felix’s cheeks felt so warm under his touch, so soft and his to hold. He kissed his temples uncountable times, encouraged by the way Felix was leaning towards him and melting into his hands.
“I’ll help you in any way I can, if you want me to.”
“I didn’t wanna bother you more than I already—"
“You are not a bother,” Hyunjin cut him off, maybe more forcefully than he intended. Then his forehead relaxed, and his voice lowered. “Did I do something that made you feel like that?”
“No,” Felix exclaimed. “Never. Don’t ever think that.”
“You can rely more on me, then. If you feel safe with me,” Hyunjin tried to pick the right words. “If you trust me, that is.”
“I do,” He caressed fondly Hyunjin’s blond hair. “Of course I do.”
How hard it is to let yourself fall back trusting the other person to catch you. That’s what Felix never wanted to do, partly because he was afraid that he would end up shattered on the floor, but mostly because he didn’t want to hold anyone to that responsibility. Hyunjin, though – Hyunjin asked him, no, insisted to be that person.
It was so calming, knowing that he wouldn’t make fun of Felix for knocking on his door at ungodly hours, but instead let him in and, still groggy from sleep, made space for him in his bed. Those were the times Hyunjin mindlessly stroked his hair and then hugged his waist. Only then he could relax, and Felix fell asleep by listening to Hyunjin’s soft breathing.
They talked way more now. Hyunjin set this rule – if Felix came to him at night, or mentioned something that didn’t sit right with him, they would talk about it the morning after. Felix opened himself more and more, and of course it couldn’t possibly replace professional therapy, but made everything easier. Everything happier.
Hyunjin never pushed him farther than Felix himself wasn’t comfortable going to, so he never set boundaries, even though he could sense they were changing. Their hugs lasted longer. Their hands lingered on each other with a little more intention. Hyunjin’s jealousy often went out of control. They had even longer night conversations, where Felix stared at Hyunjin’s mouth a little too much, and Hyunjin noticed it, and promised himself he would never get jealous ever again, if Felix kept looking at him that way (he didn’t keep that promise, of course). That was the way things were – surely not sustainable in the long run, but all Hyunjin cared about is that Felix felt safe. So yeah, no boundaries.
“Interesting choice.”
Hyunjin stopped his paintbrush halfway and turned towards Felix. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, I mean the painting you’re reproducing,” Felix munched on his tangerine. “Usually you go for, I don’t know, for a more impressionist vibe, I guess? Never seen you doing pop art.”
“Impressionist vibe,” Hyunjin laughed at that. “Do you know what this one is?”
“No, but I trust you’ll share your art knowledge with me,” Felix popped another tangerine slice in his mouth.
“Okay, so,” Hyunjin turned back to the canvas. “It’s pretty famous, right? The author is Robert Indiana, and of course it’s called LOVE. My favorite part here is the O. Do you see it, see how it’s leaning? It’s trying to escape from L. Who knows what L has done to it, poor O,” He bit on his bottom lip in concentration. “I guess it once leaned towards L, and not away from it. See, O was in love with L.”
“And then what happened?”
“It’s been knocked sideways by love itself. O is proof that loving too much can make you lose your balance.”
“What about V?”
“Oh, V,” Hyunjin followed its triangular shape with his brush and painted it red. “V is just the past that O left behind. It thought L could help with forgetting V, but it ended the same way. O fell in love a little too passionately, let’s say,” He let out a nervous laugh.
Felix listened diligently. “But E is right under O. It supports O.”
“Exactly,” Hyunjin turned so quickly that the paintbrush dripped some red on the floor. “It carries O. E is the reason why O hasn’t dropped outside the painting yet.”
“E is the reason why O is still there,” Felix thought out loud. “It makes everything deeper, I guess. Almost a dramatic love story.”
“You know I love those,” Hyunjin flashed him his crescent moon smile.
“Yeah, but,” Felix twisted a bit on the bed. “It actually makes sense. And—and maybe O will fall in love with E.”
“Maybe.”
“I hope it will never let O drop outside the painting. It seems to rely a lot on E.”
Hyunjin dry swallowed, eyes on the canvas. “I don’t think E will ever let O fall. It wouldn’t make all this effort if it thought it’s not worth it.”
“And it would leave a hole in the painting. A hole that could never be filled again.”
“People get tired, though. It’s normal.”
“No, it’s not, Felix,” Hyunjin wanted to shout. “Are we still talking about the painting?”
“Are we hiding ourselves in the canvas?”
Felix felt strangely nervous. “Not necessarily,” he replied. “I feel like all paintings are allegories of humanity, so.”
“People who get tired of supporting others were never there for them in the first place,” Hyunjin dipped the paintbrush in water and dried it in a greyish rag. “But only for the self-gratification it brought them. Once they don’t feel rewarded anymore, they let all those O’s fall outside the painting.”
“I’ve been discovering the philosophical side of Hwang Hyunjin,” Felix observed, trying to lighten up the mood. “Who knew.”
“I do think,” Hyunjin scoffed. “And sometimes I speak from experience, too. Sharing makes others less alone, you know?”
Felix felt a lump in his throat. “I do.”
The smell of the drying paint, weirdly comforting, reached him – a safe dam against the waves of his unexpected racing heartbeat. Felix tried to inhale that familiar scent as much as he could. He slipped into the paint’s embrace.
“It’s just very frightening, I think,” Felix said, looking at the canvas. “That there’s no guarantee at all in the world.”
“There’s no guarantee that I’ll be loved”.
Hyunjin tsked. “You’re just wrong.”
“What?”
"You fool. Trust me, I’m a madman at heart for you.”
He crouched on the bed next to Felix, who just noticed a blue smudge on his left cheekbone. But Hyunjin was getting closer, and closer, and closer, until Felix couldn’t see the tiny blue drop anymore but could count his eyelashes instead.
“I’ll always be here,” Kiss on the cheek. “I won’t let you fall,” Kiss on the corner of the lips. “I’ll share my fears, and my dreams, too.”
“Do you know you are in every single one of them?”
Something shifted inside Felix, something huge like an earthquake and deafeningly silent like a star explosion. Hyunjin unapologetically breached all of his defenses with delicate words and gentle smiles, and one big, hot tear suddenly fell from Felix’s eyes. Oh, but Hyunjin – that kintsugi boy, that golden boy overflowing with love – immediately kissed it away, as if it was his job right from the start.
“What am I gonna do, if I wanna fight whoever makes you cry, but I’m the first one who does?” Hyunjin joked, feeling teary-eyed himself.
Felix drew him close – abruptly, needily – and kissed him. Kissed him for real to shut him up for good. Hyunjin tasted like a weird mix of processed sugary sweets and tears. Their watery breaths mixed up, too engulfed in that unreal feeling to care about something that was not memorizing the other’s taste.
“Think I swallowed some snot,” Felix finally said.
Hyunjin laughed airily. Both were out of breath, half on cloud nine and half still wondering what that emotional stream of consciousness and make out session made of their relationship.
“I was being serious, though,” Hyunjin said. “I’ll always be here.”
“Really,” Felix smiled, somehow a little uneasy. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
“Well, it’s always been you.”
Felix couldn’t believe his ears. His neck flushed, followed by his whole face. When Hyunjin realized what he said, he went cherry red as well.
“No, no, no,” he hastily corrected himself. “I mean— your mind. I’ve always wanted to get into your mind! To, uh, understand you. I didn’t want to imply— I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Oh. So you want this to be fully platonic? What about all the kisses, then?”
“Felix!”
“If you just wanna be my full-time platonic therapist, you should’ve said it right from the start.”
“Felix,” Hyunjin whined in his sing-song voice. “Don’t make fun of me… it was so hard to gather the courage to give you a little peck on the forehead that day.”
“Was it?” Felix looked at him sweetly. “I’m sorry.”
“What do you have to be sorry about?”
“If it was this hard, it means that I was being unapproachable. Or that you were afraid of my reaction. To be honest, I’m also sorry that you felt like you had to take the dive alone, just ‘cause I didn’t have the guts to do it. I guess that makes me the worse coward out of us.”
“Don’t call yourself names,” Hyunjin huffed. “Hey, does it mean that I didn’t make a fool out of myself?”
“Do you think I was kissing you stupid for no reason?”
Hyunjin blushed.
“You are no fool at all. I don’t think you remotely understand how grateful I am that you’re in my life, and that you like me as much as I like you,” Felix said calmly. “It was something that scared the shit out of me some time ago.”
“Why did it scare you?”
“Because,” Felix struggled a bit to find the right words. “When I think about you, I feel like I have another reason to live. But it’s too much that I sometimes need to calm down. What was I gonna do if you pushed me away? Maybe you would’ve found it gross, I don’t know. It meant ruining years of friendship anyway.”
“Felix, no one in their right mind would push you away.”
Felix chuckled. “You’d be surprised. You know that I’m not an easy person to understand when the relationship gets deeper.”
“Maybe you weren’t meant for others. Maybe you were just meant to be mine.”
That was it. That was the corniest shit Hyunjin could utter, he and his lovesick mouth. Felix tried to kick him off the mattress, threatening to never let him near him again if he kept spouting that sappy nonsense.
“Sorry, I’m just happy,” A very much red faced Hyunjin tried to say.
“I know, you giant sap,” Felix smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Me too.”
Ah, yes. Back to kissing. That, Hyunjin could do. No one could deny that his feelings for his best friend were the purest ever, but he would lie if he said that sometimes his brain didn’t feed him more fun, touchy ideas. Hyunjin had always been very affectionate with Felix anyway – only with Felix, someone would argue – even before realizing his feelings were more than friendly. Given also his penchant for exaggeration, things with Hyunjin usually escalated quickly, so naturally their slow kissing soon left little space for breathing. Sadly, though, Felix was quite fond of breathing.
“Jinnie.”
“Shut up,” Hyunjin mumbled in his mouth.
Speechless, Felix grabbed a fistful of his friend’s blond hair and pulled hard.
“Ow! Why did you do that?”
“Why? I tried to breathe for a second and you told me to shut up!”
“Huh?” Hyunjin looked genuinely confused. “Did I? Sorry.”
Felix snorted, then kept kissing him. Slowly. “Got it?” he asked him, between kisses. “I need to breathe. If I don’t breathe, no more me,” he whispered against his lips. “And if no more me, no more kissing.”
Hyunjin couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I said I am sorry, not a baby!”
“Now I know what happened to your exes – you suffocated them all.”
“Shut it, you dummy,” Hyunjin pouted, gently pushing Felix’s face away. “Not my fault that you’re hot.”
Felix’s large smile promised nothing good. “I’m what?”
“As if you didn’t know that.”
“I never asked anyone what’s hot about me, though,” Felix rested his head on the back of his hand. He looked deceitfully innocent. “Would you mind filling me in?”
Hyunjin was at a loss for words. “I— you—"
Felix leaned towards him and planted an open-mouthed kiss on his lips. It honestly lasted quite a bit more than he intended. In the end, Felix only decided to part from him because he was sure Hyunjin was about to forget the question.
“Please?” he said, in the gentlest way.
“Please what?”
Felix laughed on his lips. “Tell me why you think I’m hot.”
“Why do you want to know, though,” Hyunjin groaned. “That’s gonna be embarrassing as hell.”
“Is that so? Okay, I’ll go first. I’ll tell you what I find hot about you.”
Hyunjin’s brain went haywire. Was it possible to be intoxicated by pure air? Or was it Felix’s presence? The whole situation seemed to point to one outcome only, and it was part of the reason why Hyunjin couldn’t think straight. Literally.
“Your eyes,” Felix started off. “Has anyone ever told you you’ve got the sweetest eyes ever, but when you concentrate hard on one thing, they become sharper?”
“I, um—no?”
“Your hair,” Felix plunged his fingers into that unruly mass of blond hair. “Perfect to hold.”
“Felix, if this is going where I think it’s gonna go, stop teasing m–“
“The fact that you worry about me enough that you get really protective if you think I’m not okay. You adapt to my needs so effortlessly that I feel guilty not always being able to do the same,” His eyes wandered over Hyunjin’s face, his neck, his shoulders. He embraced all of him. “You’re a beast at dancing, but also very patient and fun to dance with. You even stay with me in the practice room when you notice I’m particularly frustrated with specific moves I can’t get right, without me asking. I like that you let me talk for ages when I’m excited about something, and you actually listen! And also, yeah, I think it’s cute that you bark at dogs and get sulky whenever they don’t bark back.
“This… didn’t get where I think it was gonna get.”
“There’s more, you know. Didn’t think it was right to spoil it all already.”
“Oh,” Hyunjin’s eyes lit up. “So if I say what I find hot about you, I get to hear some more?”
Felix smiled as if he were a cat in front of their favorite food. He leaned over to gently push Hyunjin back on his pillow and positioned himself on top of him, admiring the view for a moment. He let out a content sigh before leaving a trail of wet kisses on Hyunjin’s collarbone. The gentleness of it all was in stark contrast with the way Felix grabbed and pulled the collar of Hyunjin’s shirt.
“Your turn.”
“You cheater,” Hyunjin protested faintly against his ear. “How do you think I’m able to say anything at all?”
Felix licked a stripe up his neck and tried his best not to chuckle. “Concentrate.”
“I can’t even think!”
“Sounds like a you problem.”
“That,” Hyunjin groaned. “That low whisper is one of the hottest things. It’s not fair in the least.”
“What? My voice? Arms up,” Felix demanded, to free Hyunjin from that annoying shirt. Hyunjin complied immediately.
“Yeah, your freaking voice. I wish you didn’t use it like that. Drives me crazy. Your lips, your freckles, your abs– where do I even begin? I could write an essay about how you’re unjustifiably hot.”
Felix raised his head from Hyunjin’s tummy. His smile was a bit shaky. “What about me as a person? Is there anything to like?”
Hyunjin froze in that instant and wished – like nobody in the world had ever wished – that he could rewind back time.
“You did not just say that. Of course there’s—"
“That’s okay,” Felix struggled to keep a straight face. He decided to tease him a bit. “I’ve always liked what you do and say even more than what you look like, but I guess I don’t have that much of a personality.”
“Now you’re just pushing it. You know that’s not true! Don’t insult our friendship like that! Yeah, sure, I mentioned only physical traits, but come on– you’re all over me and I’m short-circuiting like— Like— do you know how hard it is to think straight for me right now?”
Felix laughed. “Okay, sorry, I was just messing with you. You didn’t have to take it that seriously. Guess I was fishing for corny compliments like–“
“You’re a firestarter,” Hyunjin stated, holding Felix’s face in his hands. “I always go along with any idea you have, any fun stuff you want to do, any creative project you come up with, because you know how to hype people up by simply being you. I always feel inspired by all the motivational stuff you cheer me up with before the live stages, or whenever I need it, for that matter. You’re sweet as fuck,” Felix chuckled a bit at that, because Hyunjin actually said it in English. “And yes, you do get a little frustrated when you don’t get the moves right from the start, so what? It takes you just a few more minutes to master them. You’re smart, determined, strong-willed… do I have to go on?
Felix was in a daze.
His semi-parted plush lips made something click inside Hyunjin. He claimed Felix’s mouth with the confidence that had piled up from years of physical contact, and finally surfaced proudly, as if to say – you’ve always been mine, and now you’re also mine to mark. Felix was melting all over, scorching hot under his hands, shiny wax continuously molded by lips that were frantically trying to express what words couldn’t really say anymore. Neither of them was sure they could keep up for long, but bearing with the absence of that warm dizziness was no conceivable option either.
They didn’t give a damn about the etiquette of it all – just went on with the flow, like they always did with every aspect of their relationship, molding themselves onto the other. Clothes were discarded but not really, as Felix barely noticed, because the left sleeve of Hyunjin’s shirt was still on. Felix decided he didn’t care, since Hyunjin’s chest was bare anyway, inviting bites and kisses. And their hands – their hands were everywhere, so incredibly loving despite the senseless frenzy.
Are you real, is this real, they seemed to ask each other. And maybe the desire to be owned and to claim at the same time was born out of fear of that uncertainty. Losing themselves in each other was a desperate attempt to crystallize that moment. Something like this could even transcend time.
“If this is love, please drown me in it.”
Felix’s eyes went wide.
“Hyunjin.”
“Yes,” Hyunjin immediately answered. “Anything,” He thought.
“I might… be a bit scared.”
Hyunjin’s hands ceased to roam and grab, and they settled on Felix’s naked back. He tried to calm him down, to comfort him best as he could. His palms drew circles, warm skin on warm skin, to erase whatever intrusive thought dared to bother the love of his life.
Did he just think of Felix as the love of his life?
Hyunjin locked that thought away and focused on the boy in his arms. “What are you scared of? Me?”
Felix put some space between them, not looking his friend in the eye until he seemed to sober up. He swallowed twice, trying to order his scattered thoughts.
“What if it doesn’t work out? Whatever we’ve decided to be?”
“Are you having afterthoughts already? Wow. It’s not even a minute since I told you that I love you, and you doubt– why are you making that face?”
Felix had frozen in place, like a deer caught in headlights. He tried to keep his voice even when he finally spoke. “You never told me you loved me.”
“I… didn’t? Well. I thought it was obvious. I mean, we’ve known each other for years. It’s plenty of time to like a person, and I thought we liked each other already. As friends.”
Hyunjin waited for a reply that never came. It scared him.
“You,” he tried to keep his composure. “Haven’t reached that level of feelings, huh?”
Seeing Felix dead silent, and yet disheveled like he’s never seen him before, made Hyunjin feel like a hand was grabbing his heart and squeezing it violently.
“Earlier you said you like me the same way as I do, but you haven’t fallen in love with me,” Hyunjin tried again. Then he added, in the smallest, hopeful voice. “Yet?
Felix regained his speech. Kind of. He blinked and choked out: “Yet?”
“I’m fine with that,” Hyunjin lied. “We don’t have to walk at the same pace. I just hope that–“
“No, stop it,” Felix cut him off, not unkindly. “Clearly we still have to work on communication, cause this sucked big time. And we’re supposed to know each other since forever, huh.”
“I don’t get what you–“
“No, of course you don’t get it. Neither of us has gotten a single thing. This is something that regularly happens in rom-coms and you get mad at the characters for being dense as hell because obviously no one can be this oblivious, and still!”
“Like those movies Hannie likes?” Hyunjin furrowed his brows. “Where the two characters find out that they’ve been in love with each other all this time but they were both stupid? I always thought they could spare us all the painful mutual pining from the start.”
Felix shot him a meaningful look.
“Oh,” Hyunjin blushed with an unmatched violence. “Really?!”
“As I said,” Felix’s eyes sparkled. He tried not to snicker, he really did. “Stop it. You’re making us look like fools, even bigger than we already are.”
“I love you,” Hyunjin blurted out, without giving it any single thought. He carefully held Felix’s face like it was his greatest treasure. “I love you,” He gave him the softest kiss, as if he was kissing a duckling. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Felix chuckled and cupped his head, gently stroking his blond hair. “But don’t say it too often.”
“Why not?”
Felix was heartbreakingly honest. “Because it might lose its meaning. Because you can grow tired of saying it.”
“Don’t start off great, it gives me hope”.
“I don’t understand where you come from with this,” Hyunjin admitted, confused and stubborn at the same time. “But I wanna tell you I love you because it’s true. And I wanna say it whenever I feel like. Sometimes I’ll say it all day long, sometimes I’ll say it less – probably whenever I sleep through most of the day, so technically not for lack of trying – but when it happens, I’ll make it up to you with kisses. Lots of kisses. Tons of kisses,” Felix chuckled and shook his head. “I can promise you one thing, though – not a day will pass that you feel unloved.”
In the moment their foreheads touched, Felix felt undone. It was freeing, in a way, and way scarier than it probably should be, but he wanted to hold on to that promise, for once. Because it was Hyunjin.
“Hey, Felix.”
“Hm?”
“I was thinking – if the two characters weren’t idiots, there would be no movie.”
Felix laughed and threw himself at him. Yeah, it was Hyunjin.