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The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated the room, casting a cozy warmth over the quiet apartment. Hyunjin sat at his desk, brush in hand, his focus deep on the canvas in front of him. His movements were fluid, the strokes of color blending together as if they had a mind of their own. His heart swelled with every inch of the painting—each stroke was a piece of his soul.
But it wasn’t long before a soft, sleepy sigh broke the stillness. Hyunjin looked over his shoulder, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Felix slowly sitting up in bed, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.
"Felix, my Baby" Hyunjin called softly, his voice like a gentle caress. "You’re awake."
Felix stretched his arms above his head, his golden hair tousled and messy from sleep. His cheeks were flushed from the warmth of the bed, and his voice came out hushed, groggy. "Mmm… I couldn’t sleep. I missed you."
A smile tugged at Hyunjin’s lips as he set his paintbrush down on the desk, his attention fully on Felix. Without another word, he opened his arms wide, silently inviting Felix into his embrace.
Felix didn’t need any more encouragement. With a small, contented hum, he shuffled across the room, his bare feet making soft pats on the floor. He climbed into Hyunjin’s lap, curling into his arms like a kitten seeking warmth.
"Come here," Hyunjin murmured, holding Felix close, his hands gentle and reassuring on Felix’s back. He adjusted the chair slightly so Felix could settle comfortably in his lap, his arms automatically going around him to keep him secure. Felix’s head found its place nestled into Hyunjin’s neck, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but breathe in the comforting scent of him.
"You’re tired," Hyunjin observed, his fingers gently brushing through Felix’s messy hair, the softness of it making his heart flutter.
Felix let out a soft whine, snuggling deeper into Hyunjin’s warmth. "I’m not tired anymore," he mumbled, his voice drowsy and content. "Just needed you. I missed being with you like this."
Hyunjin’s heart melted as he kissed the top of Felix’s head, a smile tugging at his lips. "I’ll always be here," he whispered, his voice thick with affection. "Right here, with you."
Felix, now practically melting in Hyunjin’s embrace, tilted his head up to look at him. "And I’ll always be with you," he said, his eyes bright with love and adoration. "Always."
With Felix still resting against him, Hyunjin gently picked up his paintbrush again. He resumed his work on the canvas, the soft strokes of color now more relaxed, as if the painting itself was basking in the warmth of the moment.
Felix lazily peered over Hyunjin’s shoulder, his eyes still heavy with sleep, watching the colors flow together on the canvas. The image slowly took form, revealing a dreamy portrait of Felix himself, his features soft, his eyes sparkling with a love that was too big for the world around them.
"Is that me?" Felix murmured, a hint of sleepiness still in his voice.
Hyunjin chuckled softly, a fond smile dancing on his lips. "Of course it is. Who else would I paint when you’re right here, looking so perfect?"
Felix’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, and he snuggled closer to Hyunjin, his heart fluttering at the words. "You’re too sweet," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I love you so much."
Hyunjin paused for a moment, his hand hovering over the canvas as he turned his head to kiss Felix’s forehead. "I love you more," he said, his voice full of sincerity and warmth.
Felix beamed up at him, eyes sparkling with that special light only Hyunjin could make him feel. "I don’t think that’s possible," he teased softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns over Hyunjin’s arm. "But I’ll let you think so."
Hyunjin laughed quietly, the sound as soft as a whisper, as he went back to painting. But this time, it wasn’t just the strokes of color that filled the space. It was the undeniable warmth of their shared love, wrapping around them like an invisible blanket, making everything feel safe and whole.
Felix soon fell asleep again, curled up in Hyunjin’s lap, his steady breathing the only sound in the room. Hyunjin didn’t mind. He kept painting, each stroke more tender than the last, until the canvas was a reflection of the love he held so dearly in his heart.
And even when Felix drifted into a peaceful sleep, Hyunjin stayed, holding him close, his heart full of love. Because, in this moment, there was nowhere else he’d rather be.