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Jeongin was still asleep when his phone rang—the ringtone very much woke him up, his body jerking upward as Felix—his girlfriend—jolted just as beside. 

“W-what?” Felix squinted at the glowing screen, still half buried in blankets. “Your phone,” she murmured.

Jeongin blinked, fumbling for it and then he froze.

“Mum is calling.” He said quietly. “That’s her specified ringtone.” Felix reached for his wrist, thumb brushing his boyfriend's pulse. Her eyes closed once again. 

“Answer it.”

“Ma?” Jeongin answered, feeling Felix wrapping her clothed leg around him, seeking his natural body heat as his arms wrapped automatically on his girlfriend’s waist. 

“Yah Bang Jeongin! I have been calling you since early morning, it’s already ten—get your ass up!!” Her voice boomed, slipping easily into her mother hen mode. Jeongin pulled his phone slightly away from his phone.

“I’m awake.” He blurted, while he could feel his Ma roll her own eyes and scoff from the other end.“Your brother will come home this christmas—three days from now. And I'm expecting you to come home too.” 

“Mmhm, i’ll think about—”

“Bring your partner, ayen-ah!” Chan, his Pa, blurted from the call and Jeongin couldn't help but chuckle, for his parents had always been adamant on meeting Felix. “I’ll try.” Jeongin chuckled softly, his hand squeezing Felix’s wait a reassuring squeeze. “That's not a request—it’s a demand.” Minho added flatly. 

Jeongin sighed. 

“I said I'll try.” Jeongin answered, his tone much softer. 

Minho tattled a lot more before finally dropping the call, bidding her goodbyes to her son and reminding him—again—to start packing soon, because she was expecting him home just as eagerly. 

When the call ended, Jeongin turned to look at Felix. Her eyes were still closed, her body unmoving, but he felt the slight tension in her leg—probably from the call, probably from the gym. Either way, Jeongin slipped his arms around her thigh, tugged her closer and nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck.

“I know you’re awake.” he murmured, voice low buzzing against her skin. Felix giggled, finally stirring, her slim fingers threading through Jeongin’s raven hair.

“Good Morning,” she replied, her voice still deep with sleep. Jeongin smiled, visibly enamoured while Felix giggled even more when he pressed soft kisses to her neck.

“What was the call about?” She asked. Her tone; casual, but Jeongin caught the faint edge of nervousness beneath it. “Something about going home for Christmas,” he said gently. 

“Hyung’s coming—so she wants me home too.” Jeongin pulled Felix closer as if they weren’t close enough. “And she—they’d like you to come as well, well, if you want.” He shifted slightly, resting his forehead just beside her, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. 

“Me?” Felix froze for a beat, then looked up at him, eyes soft yet uncertain but Jeongin nodded, squeezing her hand. “Only if you want to, princess. You don’t have to—no pressure.” 

She bit her lip, thinking for a moment and snuggled closer to him. Letting out a small laugh, half-nervous and half relieved. “Do you want me to?” Jeongin nodded. “Of course. It’s just Christmas and my family’s nice. You’ll see, but then again, the decision is all yours, sweetheart.” 

“I don’t wanna make things weird.” Felix admitted, her voice soft and anxious. “Felix, you’re my person. If anything’s going to be weird. It’s probably me tripping over words and things, figuratively and literally.” She smiled, finally letting herself relax as she wrapped her arms around Jeongin’s nape. 

“Okay, but maybe we should get ready? Your Mum’s gonna be expecting us soon, right?”

Jeongin groaned dramatically before poking Felix’s side, making her jolt in surprise as he quickly got out of bed, tugging her up with him and as they moved around the small apartment of theirs, Jeongin’s mind raced; feeling his own excitement mixing with nervousness while Felix, seemed to be much more calm, well, on the surface. But when you look at her rather deeply, Jeongin noticed the subtle tightening of her shoulders as she adjusted her sweater. 

“Lixie, baby—” 

“Before you talk me out of it, Jeongin,” she said firmly.  “I think i’d like to—i want to meet your family properly.” Jeongin hugged her from the back, kissing her cheek as his thumb brushed her hand 

“Then it’s settled. We go together.” Jeongin lingered behind her for a moment, swaying their bodies together when he finally pressed a quick kiss to her temple before stepping back. “Come on, we should get moving,” he said, still grinning. 

“We’ve got a little more time before we need to leave, i know you want to buy gifts but me first—i’m starving already.” 

Felix rolled her eyes playfully but she didn’t argue, letting herself be guided towards the kitchen. “You’re always hungry!” she teased, tying her long blonde hair up in a loose bun. 

“And you love feeding me!” he shot back, opening their cupboard for a mug and a bowl, coffee for him and oats for Felix. 

His hands brushed hers as she reached for her oats and neither of them pulled away because this was their normal, their routines easily blending with each other. Making the apartment kitchen fill with the quiet of chaos morning; their morning, the kettle was boiling with hot water, a non-stick pan sizzling on the stove with her small bursts of laughter as Jeongin tried—and well, failed to flip an egg, making it break. 

Felix leaned against the counter, cutting fruits with careful precision, occasionally glancing at her boyfriend who’s making a fool of himself. 

“You really can’t cook without turning it into a disaster, can you?” she said, smirking, easily popping a grape into her mouth. 

“Hey!” Jeongin protested, leaning over to kiss Felix on the cheek. “I call it character.” then stealing a strawberry from her plate, grinning when she swatted his hand away. 

And for a few moments, the world outside didn’t exist. The Christmas rush, the family visit and the small nerves quickly and easily melting into the comfort of their usual morning together. The soft sunlight spilling across their kitchen, laughter, subtle and quiet touches filling the space like a home. 

Their home. 

Jeongin reached for her without thinking, his fingers curling around her wrist as he guided her closer, pressing a loud kiss to the back of her hand before letting go. As Felix leaned into his side easily, her hips bumping into his as she finished plating their breakfast. 

“Please sit down,” she told him, pushing him slightly towards the chair with her knee and Jeongin saluted lazily before doing as told. “Yes, chef.” he replied with a soft chuckle, tugging Felix on his lap with a cheeky smile. 

They ate like they always did, if Felix wasn’t on Jeongin’s lap, she would be sitting just beside Jeongin, their knees brushing against each other—but now, given that Felix was on Jeongin’s lap, his large hands wrapping around Felix’s waist, tugging her closer than ever and was stealing bites from her plate even though he was obviously full. 

“Greedy,” Felix murmured, pinching Jeongin’s berry full cheek. “Nuh uh—i’m affectionate.” Jeongin corrected as he wiped a smudge of jam from the corner of her mouth. He didn’t even think twice about it and he didn’t even hesitate, he just smiled when she caught his wrist and pressed a kiss there in return. 

After, they moved through the apartment together, an easy rhythm they’d learned over time. Jeongin rinsed the dishes while Felix cleared the table and dried the dishes, their shoulders bumping and bodies swaying slightly when the music from their television. 

When Felix reached past him for a plate, Jeongin took the chance to tug her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder, laughing softly, letting him cling to her like he always did. 

“Should i go first,” she asked, amused “or shower together?” Jeongin nuzzled into her neck, smiling against her skin as she squeezed him a little tighter. 

“You don’t wanna shower together?” he pouted, voice dropping into a whine as he pressed few dramatic kisses to her neck like it was the most devastating thing in the world. 

“You’re impossible!” Felix laughed out loud, turning just enough to kiss his cheek, patting his toned arms fondly. “But you love me,” he mumbled while she rolled her eyes, still smiling softly. “We’ll shower together, then.” 

Felix shook her head fondly, slipping out of his arms just long enough to reach for the dish towel. “Come on,” she said. “Go get the bathroom ready before you start whining again.” 

Jeongin perked up immediately, smiling to himself as he ran to the bathroom. “I wasn’t whining!” He shrieked back and Felix gave him a look. “Well, okay—maybe just a tad.” He admitted, still padding down the hallway ahead of her. 

And when Felix entered the bathroom, it was already filled with steam, the water turning warmer than ever. The familiar sounds settling into their apartment like a heartbeat while Jeongin stood in front of her, tugging the hem of her shirt with a silly smile. 

“You’re very clingy today.” Felix said her tone teasing while reaching for clean towels, Jeongin still stood there nudging her shirt, his presence constant and unapologetic. 

“It’s cold.” he replied simply, like it explained everything and Felix just laughed, nudging her silly boyfriend inside the shower, as it shrunk into something smaller and something familiar—just the two of them moving around each other with practiced ease. 

Jeongin stepped under the shower first, testing the water with a satisfied hum before turning back to Felix who was taking her shirt off, followed by her hair tie as Jeongin held the shower aside, automatically—which Felix rolled her eyes to but smiled as she joined him, the warmth chasing away the last off the morning chill. 

“Hey!” Felix called out, laughing softly as she leaned into Jeongin who had his arms slipping behind her, wrapping around her middle like he’d been waiting all morning for this exact moment. “You’re already hogging the water!!” she leaned back into him, not minding that he was crowding her space, his chest to her back. 

“It’s cold!” he repeated, pressing his cheek between her shoulder blades, utterly unapologetic. Felix reached for the shampoo, but Jeongin quickly snatched it, snagging the bottle and holding it in his hand, just out of reach while Felix sighed softly. 

“I’ll do it.” He said, already popping the cap open while Felix sighed again, fondly this time. “You just want an excuse to cling.” 

And Jeongin didn’t even deny it, his hands lingering into her golden locks, careful, familiar, steady, sure and affectionate, and at some point, his palms settled in her hips, his thumbs pressing in a way that was familiar and warm. 

“You really love doing this?” She murmured while Jeongin scratched her scalp softly, just how she likes it. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, her eyes closed as she leaned into his touch. 

“You love me,” he replied, punctuating the statement with a gentle squeeze that made her laugh. Felix turned slightly, enough to face Jeongin who immediately took the opportunity to pull her closer, his arms sliding around her once again as he rested his forehead against hers. 

He kissed her cheek, then her nose, then he hugged her tight—too tight, probably, like he always did. Because Jeongin loved her like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like her body, her presence, and her womanhood were all simply facts; unchallenged, unquestioned, and consistently cherished. 

“I love you,” he said softly, guiding her under the spray, his body still clinging as if letting go wasn’t an option and Felix smiled, warm, steady—as she let herself be held tight. 

The mirror was still fogged when Jeongin leaned closer to the sink, tilting his chin upwards and squinting at his reflection as he waited for Felix. 

“I should shave,” he muttered, thumb brushing over the faint shadow along his jaw while Felix just hummed thoughtfully before wrapping her blonde hair in a towel, hopping up onto the counter, sitting comfortably with her legs swinging just slightly, finally reaching over to the open cabinet to retrieve the shaving cream. 

“You say that every time,” she teased while Jeongin smirked, wrapping his arms on Felix’s waist automatically. “Because you distract me, every time.” He shot back, already reaching for a new razor. 

She grinned, leaning forward as she started dabbing shaving cream along Jeongin’s jaw, watching him with amused fondness as he leaned closer, angling his jaw with Felix’s hand. “I’m helping.” She demanded while Jeongin snorted. “You’ll mess it up.” 

“You’ll let me help anyway.”  she said, laughing, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek right where she hadn’t placed any shaving cream yet. “Baby—” he warned, trying very har not to smile as he dragged the razor carefully along his skin while Felix only laughed softer. 

“I’m being supportive.” She laughed softer, her hands bracing on Jeongin’s shoulder as she leaned even more closer. Another careful stroke, then she kissed his jaw again, just below where he’d shaved this time, not minding the shaving cream. 

“You’re sabotaging the process, princess.” Jeongin said, his voice fond and his eyes flicking towards her. “And you love me,” she replied easily, her giggles echoing in the bathroom while Jeongin paused—just enough to steal quick kisses from her lips. 

“I really do, so much.” Felix smiled, warm and content, reaching out to wipe a stray bit of foam from his cheek with her thumb. “Missed a spot.” Jeongin groaned then leaned closer to her anyway, forehead brushing hers as he fixed it. 

“You’re lucky i like you—so much.” Felix laughed, pressing one more soft kiss to his cheek before letting him finish. 

The bathroom stayed warm and quiet, filled with steam, stolen kisses and giggles as Felix’s hand crawled over to Jeongin’s ass, squeezing it softly making her boy jump in surprise. 

“Baby.” Jeongin whined, rinsing his face while Felix just giggled. “Do you think maybe we can—?” Jeongin asked, his lips hovering just above Felix’s who just pulled him closer. 

“No.” She answered quickly before jumping off the counter and quickly running back to their shared room, leaving Jeongin with a silly smirk. 

“Nah-ah, that’s mine.” Jeongin called out when Felix reached for her sweater—originally one of Jeongin’s inevitably, she didn’t mind her boyfriend’s quirks and pulled it on with practiced ease, the sleeves falling on her hands. 

“You mean ours!” She corrected, turning slowly so he could see how just the sweater hangs on her perfectly. “It’s warmer on me.” Jeongin smiled and walked over to her slowly, settling at her waist as he tugged her closer as he sat by their bed. 

“You steal my clothes and expect me not to complain?” Felix tilted her hair, smiling innocently as she curled her arms on Jeongin’s broad shoulders. “You love it when I wear them.” 

“That, i really do.” He admitted, finally standing up and pressing a soft kiss to her temple, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. Felix laughed softly when he still lingered, still in his towel as his fingers sneak it’s way under the hem of the sweater to squeeze her hips in a way that was familiar. 

In a way Jeongin does in the middle of the night, when it’s just the two of them and when Felix breathes deeply in their shared bed, familiar, affectionate and nothing more. 

“Jeongin.” She warned lightly while the said man grinned, utterly unapologetic. 

“Just checking—if it fits.” He smirked while Felix swatted his arm. “Go get dressed. You’re going to freeze if you don’t dress properly.” She reached up, tugging him up, her fingers brushing his hair. 

“Yes ma’am,” he said, exaggeratedly obedient—until he leaned in again, stealing one more quick kiss. “I worry because I care.” Felix rolled her eyes playfully but her smile gave it away, reaching for her coat then paused when Jeongin slipped around her from behind. 

“We’re really doing this??” he murmured his chin resting on her shoulders while Felix nodded, relaxing into his hold. “Yes. We are. So don’t worry, okay? I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” 

The cold hit them the moment they stepped out of their apartment complex, Felix tugging her scarf higher as Jeongin immediately reached over to zip her coat the rest of the way up, her nose already turning red. 

“I can do that myself.” she said, amused, intertwining their hands together. “I know, i just like doing it.” Jeongin replied easily as they wandered through the small shopping district near their place. 

Christmas lights strung between lamposts and shop windows glowing warm against the grey sky. Jeongin kept their intertwined hands tucked into his coat as Felix leaned in closer to him, crawling into his heat. 

“Okay,” Jeongin breathed out as they entered. “First stop—shoes.” Felix blinked, a small smile lingering on her face. “That was fast.” She chuckled as Jeongin tugged 

“For Papa.” Jeongin explained, ducking into a sports store, warmth, and the smell of rubber and new fabric washing over them while Jeongin paced between shelves, still tugging Felix on his hip who just smiled and leaned into his heat. 

“These or these?” Jeongin held up two pairs and frowned deeply. “Papa is having a hard time walking these past few days and i know he doesn’t tell me—or Ma, but i want his figure to be better. He loves to move.” 

“The second ones, better support.” Felix leaned closer, inspecting both and Jeongin nodded like it was a revelation. “Okay, i trust you.” Felix smiled and leaned to him once again. “Good—because i have no idea what the first pairs were for.” 

“Okay, so now that we have gifts for your Pa, how about your Ma? I think we should buy something she needs!!” Felix perked up while she stood by, waiting for Jeongin as the cashier bagged the shoes. 

“Ma’s.” Jeongin’s eyes lit up as they walked over to the department store, picking up a new set of knives, wooden spoons and cutleries that Jeongin’s Ma would absolutely adore. 

“She’s been complaining about the old ones forever.” Felix laughed as she carefully looked at the sets that Jeongin placed in his arms. “You say that like you’re not the one who keeps ruining them.” 

“Baby, that was one time.” he protested, then leaned in to whisper. “And please, they were already ruined.” Felix nudged him playfully as she added another sleek utensil set, clearly pleased with what they picked. 

The art supply store was next and Jeongin hovered near the shelves, staring at the pencils like he had an eye for artworks. 

“For hyung, he loves to paint and i’ve seen his posts. He’s been painting again.” Felix traced her fingers along a row of brushes with her eyes twinkling in curiosity as Jeongin expertly chose the things he saw in his brother’s room and posts. 

“These are nice,” Felix noted, handing Jeongin a set. “And maybe some new paints?” Jeongin smiled softly and kissed Felix’s cheek. 

“He’ll adore these. I’ll go wander around, baby. Wanna come with?” Jeongin asked Felix who was looking dead straight at the other boutique, Felix was immediately drawn to a display of sandals near the front. 

“I’ll wait for you then we can check the other stall?” Felix called out and Jeongin nodded, quickly striding over to the cashier, not wanting to make Felix wait. 

“These—” Felix pointed at the sandals without hesitation and the sales lady quickly brightened immediately, following her gaze. “Good choice,” she said warmly. 

“Those are one of our most comfortable pairs, and honestly?” Her eyes flicked back to Felix with a soft smile. “You’ve got great taste. They suit you.” Felix blinked, then smiled back, a little shy but pleased.

“You sure?” Jeongin squinted at the sandals when he returned, squinting at them as his arms crossed; inspecting them. 

“You told me she likes comfortable things—and these are cute.” Jeongin stared at them,  while the saleslady nodded in agreement. “Very cute and practical.” she added, already packing the shoes. “She picked well.” 

Jeongin stared again before nodding. “Okay,” he said, lips curling into a grin as he looked at Felix instead of the shoes. “I trust you.” Felix smiled, warmth blooming quietly in her chest as she stepped closer to Jeongin’s side once again; seen, affirmed and utterly at home. 

By the time they were done, Jeongin’s arms were full of paperbags, his nose still pink from the cold when they stepped back outside. 

“You’re so terrible at this!” Felix laughed, reaching up to adjust his scarf, poking his nose in the process. “I had help.” Jeongin said with a silly smile, his dimple poking out as he leaned down to steal a quick kiss, ignoring the cold entirely. “And i like buying gifts for the people i love.” 

Felix smiled, squeezing Jeongin’s hand as they started walking back home again, Christmas lights flickering above them as the snow cascaded down softly, the two of them walking together close knit as the cold engulfed them. 

And by the time they arrived home, the sky had already darkened into an early evening, as the Christmas lights glowed along the street, Jeongin shifting the paperbags in his hands, breath fogging in the cold as they stood in the familiar clearing of their apartment complex. 

“You okay?” Felix asked softly, squeezing his hand as they greeted the guard and Jeongin nodded—then hesitated. “Yeah—just—yeah.” Felix smiled gently, caressing Jeongin’s arm as they entered the elevator. 

“You don’t have to overthink everything, you have me. Everything will be okay, okay?” Jeongin looked at her and pulled her closer, kissing her forehead in the process. 

The door clicked shut behind them. Their apartment greeted them with their familiar, quiet hum of the heater, the faint scent of citrus cleaner and something warm that still lingered from their brunch. 

Jeongin slipped his shoes off first, nudging Felix’s boot aside with his socked foot before setting the paper bags carefully on the counter, as he dragged himself, plopping his body on the couch—and only then did the weight of the day settled in. 

“You did good today.” Felix turned to him, sitting beside him as Jeongin automatically placed his weight on Felix’s body, basically straddling his girlfriend in the process while her hands slid up his arms, thumb pressing lightly into the tense muscle of his shoulders. 

“I didn’t even do anything.” Jeongin huffed out a soft laugh as his head buried on Felix’s sweater wrapped chest. “You worried.” she corrected gently, her fingers brushing against his raven locks and Jeongin instantly melting into her touch. 

Jeongin sighed as he felt Felix pat his butt, tugging him upwards so he could sit comfortably on Felix’s lap. His forehead dropped to her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her waist. 

And she held him there—longer than necessary, tighter than usual—just like the quiet of the apartment had finally given him permission to stop bracing himself and Felix didn’t rush him. She was still carding her fingers through his hair, slow and grounding. 

Her pouty lips pressed a soft kiss to his temple, then his cheek and then his jaw, tugging him closer than ever making Jeongin smile. 

“You know,” she said quietly, “I’m not scared okay? I’m just—excited. Nervous but excited.” Jeongin lifted his head, his eyes soft and sparkling. “Really? Are you sure?” She nodded, smiling gently as she kept on combing his hair through her fingers. 

“I get to see where you grew up. Meet the people who made you like—like this.” Jeongin snorted and tucked his face into Felix’s shoulder. “Annoying?” 

“Loving,” she corrected, squeezing his sides until he laughed despite himself and Jeongin humming, still comfortable and the two lay down there for a moment, busking in their own warmth until Jeongin pressed a kiss to her lips. 

It was meant to be brief—but Felix lingered, her lips tilting just slightly, her breath now warm, and familiar. Jeongin hummed softly, the sound melting into the kiss as he leaned in again, much more slower this time. And another kiss followed, then another; unhurried and gentle, like neither of them was in any rush to be anywhere else. 

Felix’s hand slid up to Jeongin’s thick coat, her fingers curling into the fabric as she tugged it off, smiling against his mouth and Jeongin responded instinctively, one hand finding her waist, tugging her closer as he let Felix remove his coat, and the other cradling her jaw as he kissed her deeply—still careful, still tender but the full or warmth and quiet want. 

The two giggled softly between kisses, their foreheads bumping and their noses brushing as Felix’s hand still lingered on Jeongin’s hair. 

“H-heyy,” Felix murmured when Jeongin chased her lips like a starving man. “Sorry,” he replied, though he kissed her once more anyway; a lot more softer this time. 

“I just—miss you sometimes. Even when you’re right here.” Felix smiled at that, pressing one last lingering kiss to his mouth before resting her forehead against his. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” Jeongin exhaled, staring at her cat-like eyes and hugging her tight. Holding her close for a beat longer than necessary, resting his forehead against hers. 

“Dinner?” he asked, his arms still on Felix’s waist. “Before i get too clingy?” Felix raised an eyebrow but giggled. “Too late!!” 

They moved easily after that—Felix setting rice to cook while Jeongin handled the stove, sleeves pushed up as their shoulders brushed, and their hands occasionally bumping as they worked around each other. Slipping back into a rhythm that felt instinctive. 

Felix leaned against the counter while Jeongin tasted the soup, humming thoughtfully before reaching back for another spoonful. 

“Hey!” Felix protested, laughing as she caught him mid-sneak. “That’s the third time! Quit it!” Jeongin chuckled, still holding his spoon. “I’m quality checking.” Jeongin said rather seriously, only to grin harder when Felix rolled her eyes, grabbing a dish towel and swatted his butt lightly. 

“Stop!” Jeongin yelped dramatically, jumping back with a laugh. “Abuse! I’m being attacked in my own kitchen!” Felix shook her head, rolling her eyes dramatically; smiling as she returned to stirring the pot, one hand settling easily on her hip. 

“After we shower, we’ll start packing.” She instructed, glancing over her shoulder at him and Jeongin slid back into her space immediately, his arms looping around her waist again like it was muscle memory. “Together?” 

“Yes, together.” She patted his arm, leaning back into his chest. “Good.” he said softly, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “I don’t like doing things without you.” Felix laughed and patted his arm once again. 

“Set the table now, iyen-ah—or should we eat by the couch?” 

“By the couch please.” Jeongin murmured on Felix’s cheek who giggled and tapped the stirrer in the pan. “The couch it is.” 

The two made their way over with careful steps, Felix carrying the bowls while Jeongin followed behind with chopsticks and drinks, insisting on bringing everything at once despite her easing and well—motherly protests. The TV played quietly in the background, something festive playing but half-ignored as steam curling up from the food between them. 

Jeongin handed her bowl first, watching closely until she settled before serving himself, like it was the most natural thing in the world, settling down cross-legged beside her. 

“Eat,” Felix said, nudging his knee when she caught him staring. “I am,” he replied, finally smiling when he took a bite. His eyes lit up almost immediately, moaning in delight as his mouth met with Felix’s cooked food. 

“This is really good.” 

“You say that every time.” 

“Because, it’s alwayys true.” 

The two ate slowly, sharing bites without thinking—Felix stealing pieces from his bowl and Jeongin offering her the best parts without comment and at some point, he leaned sideways, resting his head against her shoulder as he chewed, clearly comfortable enough to forget about his posture entirely. 

“You’re going to spill.” She warned softly, patting his arm and Jeongin smiled. “I won’t,” he said, then promptly laughed when Felix wiped a stray drop from his lips with her thumb. 

And after awhile, Jeongin sighed, full and content while Felix leaned into his natural heat, nudging the empty bowls by the coffee table as they absentmindedly stared at the television—still playing a random movie that they settled on. 

“We can pack?” Jeongin asked and Felix smiled, brushing her thumb across his cheek. “Yeah,” she agreed. “We’ll pack.” 

After their quick shower, they moved into the bedroom, as Felix pulled the suitcase that they will be sharing onto the bed and unzipped it with a practiced flick. Jeongin sat beside her, already hugging an armful of clothes. 

“Sweaters.” He said, already folding one, then another, then a third. “Coats too, and scarves and—” Felix held his arm, interrupting him gently. “Jeongin—baby. We’ll only stay for a week.” 

“I know. But it’s cold in Busan.” 

“It’s cold in here too.” 

“That’s different.” Felix sighed softly, taking a sweater from his hands and placing it back in the closet. “You’re overpacking.” 

“I’m being prepared.” 

“You’re panicking.” That made Jeongin bristle just a little. “I’m not.” Felix glanced at him, her brows knitting as she opened a set of packing organizers “You kind of are.” She murmured  while Jeongin huffed, folding a shirt a tad sharply. 

“I just don't want anything to go wrong." Felix went quiet at that. She stood still by her wardrobe, holding the handle, taking some of her clothes out and sat beside Jeongin, her voice softer but edged. 

“Nothing’s going to go wrong just because I forgot one scarf.” 

“It’s not about the scarf.” he muttered and Felix froze. She inhaled, trying to steady herself as she stood up, now placing it just beside the organizers. “Then say that.” She replied, rather sharp and Jeongin looked at her then, his shoulders slumping. 

“I just—baby. This is important because, i want you to be comfortable and i—i don’t want them to cross any line. I don’t want you to feel weird.” Felix's expression softened, but her voice trembled just as her hands did. 

“Jeongin, i can handle weird, i just need you to trust me.” He swallowed, guilt settling in as he pulled Felix closer, their hands intertwining together. “I do—i do. I trust you.” 

“Then stop packing like we’re fragile—like i’m fragile.” Jeongin cradled Felix’s face into his hands, pressing their forehead together. “You’re not fragile.” he said immediately. “You’re terrifying.” 

Felix laughed, nudging Jeongin’s shoulder. “See! Progress!”  

They stood there for a moment after, breathing each other in—quiet and grounded. The kind of pause that only comes after something important is said. The air didn’t snap back to normal all at once—but it did soften. 

“I know that we’re both nervous,” she said quietly, their forehead still pressed as Felix held him closer. “—and that’s okay. Just—don’t carry it alone. You have me.” Jeongin nodded, squeezing her hand that was on his cheek. 

“Okay—okay. But i’m still bringing an extra sweater.” Felix rolled her eyes fondly and kissed Jeongin. “Fine—just one.”

The night passed in quiet comfort, the apartment’s heat wrapped around them like a soft blanket, and for a while, the world outside didn’t exist. It was just Jeongin and Felix—in their own cocoon of comfort, their legs tangled and their hearts connected. 

The alarm blared far too early—too early for Jeongin, perhaps—who shot upright. His heart was pounding as he blindly reached for his phone that was buzzing far too loudly in the dark. 

He groaned before finally snapping the screen silent and for a moment, he lay there, eyes squeezed shut, trying to remember where he was—then it hit him all at once; it was travel day. 

“Oh—shit,” he whispered, making Felix stir beside him immediately, her hair a mess against the pillow as she blinked wearily up at him. “What? What time is it?” Jeongin looked at her and kissed her forehead. 

“Too early, sorry i woke you up. Good Morning, princess.” Jeongin said, already scrambling out of bed, nearly tripping over his own blanket before stretching. “We’re late. I think—well, i think we’re late.” 

“Baby—it’s quarter to three.” Jeongin quickly tugged his shorts on and quickly yanking open the curtains just enough to confirm that yes—the sky was still very much dark. “That’s late. It’s the 23rd—we should get ready or else we’ll meet the traffic.” 

Felix pushed herself up on her elbows, watching Jeongin fumble through their room with fond amusement. “Jeongin, we packed everything.” 

“What if we forgot something?” 

“We didn’t.” 

“What if i forgot my license?” 

“It’s in your wallet you placed it in last night.” Felix reminded calmly, reaching for her cardigan and slipping it on. “I watched you do it.” Jeongin paused mid-panic. “You did?” 

“I did. Twice—you checked it twice and it’s already in my bag.” That slowed Jeongin down just a bit making Felix slid out the bed, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her cheek between his shoulder blades. 

“Breathe. We have time.” She murmured and Jeongin exhaled shakily, his hands coming up to hold hers. “I hate mornings.” 

“You love roadtrips,” she countered and Jeongin scoffed. “I love arriving.” Felix laughed softly, kissing Jeongin’s shoulder. “Come on. I’ll make coffee, you grab the bags.” Jeongin nodded, finally grounding himself, turning to kiss her—quick, warm and steady. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, and Felix smiled, still sleepy but sure. “We’re doing this together, remember?” Jeongin nodded and gave her another quick kiss. “I love you.” 

“And i love you.” Felix smiled. “Now go, take our bags down, i’ll take care of the food for our trip.” 

Jeongin grabbed the two suitcases, his shoulders tense but his heart full and light as he quickly took their things down with, the apartment complex was quiet, the early morning mist brushing the windows because outside—the world was still asleep. 

By the time he packed everything in his car, Felix was already brushing her teeth and was in her travel clothes, a small cooler, a tote bag and two thermal cups settled on the table as Jeongin quickly dashed into the bathroom, taking a quick shower while Felix double-checked everything. 

“Impressive.” Jeongin muttered, as he climbed into the driver’s seat, finally settling into the car. “I don’t know if i trust your organization level or i just love you.” Felix smirked, leaning in to hand him a thermal cup. “You’re about to learn something that’s non-negotiable.” 

The two settled in—finally, their bags tucked in the back, seat warmers on, the food in the backseat where Felix can easily reach it and their maps ready. Jeongin adjusted the mirrors, stealing a glance at Felix and felt a flutter of nerves and excitement. 

“You ready, princess?” Jeongin asked softly and Felix smiled, “I was born ready.” adjusting her seatbelt and reaching for him without thinking.

Jeongin nodded, his fingers tightening around Felix’s as he leaned forward, his thumb brushing over the tiny rosary hanging from the rearview mirror. The silver beads clicked faintly, familiar and comforting. He had inhaled once, steadying himself, then guided his and Felix’s hand gently as he signed the cross—forehead, chest, left shoulder, then his right—his movements slow, deliberate and familiar. 

Felix watched him quietly, as he prayed silently, her hand curling on his as he kissed her knuckles before starting, letting herself be pulled into  the motion, into the meaning of it even if she didn’t share the same rituals or beliefs. 

She didn’t have to because Jeongin never forced her to—he told her that being there was enough; more than enough. 

When he was done, Jeongin pressed another kiss to her knuckles before resting their joined hands between them. 

“Okay, now. I'm ready.” he murmured, finally exhaling. Felix looked at him with a sweet smile before squeezing his hand, warm and sure. “You’ve got this.” Jeongin turned to look at her—and for a second, the road, the nerves and the hours ahead all faded into the background. 

Felix was leaning back into her seat, the sleeves of her sweater slipping over her hands as she rested her arms against herself, her fingers loosely curled while her hair fell softly around her face, the pale strands catching the lamp post light through the windshield. 

There was something quietly beautiful about the way she sat unaware, unguarded and entirely herself. 

Jeongin swallowed, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over her knuckles once again before Felix turned to look at him. 

“Why are you staring?” She asked lightly, the corner of her mouth lifting and Jeongin just smiled, slow and fond. “I’m just thinking—of how lucky i am.” Felix’s cheeks instantly warmed at that as she squeezed his hand again, tugging him closer this time. 

The engine hummed beneath them, the road stretching forward but in that moment—Jeongin let himself stay right there, memorizing the way she looked beside him, like she belonged exactly where she was—with him.

And she does. 

The first hour of their travel made Jeongin settle into the rhythm of driving easily, the road eased open ahead of them, still empty and quiet dim beneath the early-morning sky. Jeongin had one hand on the wheel and other still loosely holding Felix’s. 

For a while, neither of them spoke; just a comfortable silence as the radio played low—filling the silence as Felix shifted in her seat, her legs placed on top of Jeongin’s leg, tugging her comforter over her shoulders before leaning her head against the window. 

And Jeongin felt it when her grip on his hand loosened. He glanced briefly over her, careful not to linger too long as he noticed that Felix’s eyes had slipped shut. Her lashes resting softly against her cheeks, her breathing settling out as sleep claimed her without warning. Her lips parting just slightly, peaceful in a way that made his chest bloom in comfort. 

Carefully, he adjusted the heat, nudging it up just a bit as he smiled to himself. It was colder back in Busan and knowing that Felix came from a rather tropical country he needed her warm by the fire and not turn into Rudolph. 

And at the next red light, he reached over to pull her comforter higher, tucking it gently around her neck before guiding her head to rest more comfortably against the headrest. 

“Sleep,” he murmured, more habit than expectation and she didn’t stir. The city slowly gave way to open roads and as their trip progressed the darkness thinned into a pale, early blue. Jeongin drove on, fast; alert and calm, stealing occasional glances at his sleeping princess when the road allowed; memorizing how she looked like this, soft, safe and trusting him completely. 

An hour and two passed almost without him noticing. The first stop came into view just as Felix shifted, her brows furrowing slightly as she stirred awake, blinking, and disoriented for a moment before looking over at Jeongin. 

“Are we there yet?” she asked, her voice still heavy with sleep while Jeongin laughed softly. “Not even close. But we’re stopping—bathroom break?” Felix smiled lazily and stretched in her seat. “Yes please. Also! I was dreaming that you forgot the snacks.” 

“Impossible.” Jeongin scoffed as Felix reached for his hand again as he pulled into the stop-over. 

The air outside was cold enough to bite, waking them both up properly and by the time they were back in the car—their hands warm again, their coffee secured, their snacks in the cooler just at Felix’s foot—who looked far more awake, her hair still down but tucked behind her eyes and eyes bright as always despite the early hour. 

“Okay,” Felix announced, stirring the coffee as they merged back onto the road. “You have to eat.” Jeongin shook his head. “I’m fine,” he replied automatically while Felix gave him a look—a look that Jeongin should listen to her or else. 

“You have been driving for hours, don’t start.” 

“That’s my job.” 

“And my job,” she countered, already unwrapping a sandwich. “Is making sure you don’t forget that your body exists—now eat.” Jeongin opened his mouth to argue but instantly paused when Felix held a piece of bread up to his mouth. 

“You’re very bossy in the mornings.” Jeongin laughed out while Felix rolled her eyes. “Open,” she demanded sweetly while Jeongin—he did, of course he did, obeying like the good boyfriend he is. 

Felix reached for the coffee next while Jeongin grumbled softly as she fed him anyway, his eyes not leaving the road while lifting the cup to his lips. “Now drink.” 

“You’re enjoying this.” 

“Obvi.” 

The road stretched, a never ending concrete while the sky slowly shifted from deep blue to something rather softer, lighter while Felix talked as they drove—about work, about songs, movies, about nothing and everything. Random stories about her childhood, a half-finished dream she couldn’t quite remember, a new meme she had seen online weeks ago but only remembered now. Her voice filled their car easily, keeping Jeongin alert, grounded and happy. 

And Jeongin?? He listened, responding when he could, his eyes flicking between the road and her animated expressions. Every now and then, she’d reach over, brushing crumbs from his sleeve, his lap and nudging the coffee back towards him, and even pressing sweet kisses when traffic slowed. 

The sun began to rise properly then as they can now see the outskirts of Busan, the cold being colder than ever as the light spilled over the horizon, painting the road ahead clear white and Jeongin can feel it in his chest—the closeness of their destination, the nearness of something big, something both familiar and unfamiliar. 

Excitement, nervousness blooming in his chest as Felix noticed immediately, but she failed to notice the subtle bloom of nervousness and overthinking: What if Ma and Pa ask too many questions? What if Hyung asks the wrong questions? Will they like Felix? Will they accept her—-ove her—as she is like i do? 

“We’re almost there, huh?” she said softly, dragging him back to focus with the warm hand of hers and Jeongi sighed softly. “Yeah, 30 minutes give or take.” He admitted and Felix smiled, lacing their fingers again. “Okay, Let’s get ready hmm? You’re doing great, innie. Drive safely for us, okay?” 

Jeongin squeezed her hand, his eyes forward and his heart steadier than it had been all morning because with her—beside him, feeding him, grounding him, talking him through the miles making the drive feel less like something to endure and more leaning into something they were arriving at—together. 

The car slowed as they turned into a village, Felix’s eyes wandering as the gates opened after the guard saw Jeongin’s familiar face. The road inside was wide, clean and lined with tall trees, houses were set back far enough to feel private. Quiet in a way that spoke of comfort. 

Felix was still looking around, taking it in. The neat hedges, the early morning stillness, the perfectly lined houses close, but not too near. The way everything felt tucked away from the rest of the world. The scenery made her remember her Mum because she too was an Interior Designer while her Dad was an Architect. 

While Jeongin—barely noticing any of it. His eyes narrowing as their house came into view—large, familiar and of course, the lights were still on. Their driveway curved gently as gravel crunched softly beneath the tires as he pulled into the vacant lot just in front of it, shifting the car into park and the engine cut off—for a moment, neither of them moved. 

Jeongin rested his forehead against the steering wheel, breathing out slowly. “Okay,” he murmured. “We’re here.” Felix turned towards him, instinctively reaching out, her hands framing his face; her warmth spreading through him despite the cold ‘twas lingering outside. 

“You’re okay,” she said quietly. “We’re okay.” Jeongin lifted his head to look at her, his eyes searching then softening. “I’m really glad it’s you.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper and Felix can smell the caffeine aroma that she made earlier. 

Still, she smiled, tender, sure and comforting and slowly leaned in, capturing Jeongin’s lips. Their kiss was gentle—at first, unrushed, grounding—before deepening just a tad, like a shared breath before stepping forward. Jeongin’s hands found home on her waist, holding onto it just for a second longer than necessary, squeezing it as if memorizing the moment. 

And when they pulled apart, their foreheads stayed together. 

“Ready?” she asked softly and Jeongin nodded, pressing a one last, lingering kiss to her lips. “Yeah. I have you.” 

Jeongin opened the door, the cold air quickly rushing in, the sound of morning settling around them as he opened the backseat, quickly retrieving their luggages and the paper bags of gifts. Felix stayed behind for a moment, fixing her coat and smoothing her hair, her folded comforter in her arm while the other held their snack bar, taking one last steady breath before stepping out. 

And the front door opened before they could even reach it. 

“Took you long enough.” 

“Ma—” Jeongin froze for half a second before groaning. Already feeling the Christmassy feel as Minho stood there in a thick cardigan, obviously his Pa’s, brunette hair still slightly mussed, her arms crossed, but eyes warm despite the teasing tone. Her cat-like gaze flicked past her son almost immediately as her eyes landed on the long haired peach just behind him—Felix—with quiet curiosity. 

“You must be freezing,” Minho said, her voice softening as she stepped aside, making Jeongin ruffle his eyebrows as he dropped the gifts by the tree. “Come in, come in.” Minho ushered Felix who hesitated just a beat—then caught herself smiling and bowing slightly out of instinct. 

“G-good Morning, Ma’am. I’m Felix.” Minho hummed, amused, taking her in without judgement. “Pretty name.” She said then nodded towards the warmth inside their home. “Shoes by the door, breakfast is almost ready and your Pa should be back from his walk by now.” 

“That’s it? No interrogation?” Jeongin blinked and Minho quickly shot him a look. “It’s early, child. Save that for later when you’re not caffeine high.” 

Felix laughed softly at that as the tension eased slightly as she slipped her shoes off and stepped inside. The house was warm, smelled faintly of coffee and something baking—it was familiar, lived in and real. 

Jeongin made a bee-line to what seems to be the bathroom while Minho glanced back at her once more, smiling in that quiet, assessing way that only Mothers could manage. 

“I’m glad you made it home safely.” she said simply and Felix’s chest blossomed with warmth—not just from the greeting, but also from her boyfriend’s Ma. 

The sound of the front door and the bathroom door closed and opened at the same time, pulling both Jeongin and Felix’s attention just as Felix stood by the kitchen, the cold air rushed in again, followed by the soft thud of boots against the entryway mat. 

“Min? ‘M back,” Chan called out, his voice low and familiar, shaking off the chill, his scarf still looped loosely around his neck. 

“In here,” Minho replied easily and Chan appeared a moment later, raven hair still slightly damp from the cold, his cheeks flushed from his walk, his eyes quickly landing on his son first, brows lifting just a fraction. 

“You’re early,” he said simply then his gaze shifted, not lingering in an invasive way, just curious, attentive. The way someone would look when they’re meeting someone important for the first time and wanted to do it right and Felix—the person he’s looking at, straightened instinctively. 

“Good morning, sir,” she said softly and Chan smiled—his dimples peeking out—not wide, not forced, just…warm. 

“So you’re the infamous Felix,” he said, extending a hand. “I’m Chan, Jeongin’s Pa. Welcome." The handshake was firm but gentle, grounding, normal and comforting. Making Felix breath out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. 

“T-thank you for having me,” she replied and Chan nodded once, satisfied. “Make sure you’ll feel at home. Eat lots, breakfast is almost ready.” Minho chuckled and hummed from beside him. “See? No interrogation—well, at least for her.” 

“Min, it’s too early for that.” Chan glanced at her and Jeongin groaned. 

Breakfast unfolded without ceremony—like it had always been waiting for them. The table was already set, steaming rice, a pot of soup still bubbling faintly, side dishes neatly arranged and Felix hesitated for only a second before Jeongin gently guided her to sit beside him, his hand resting briefly home at her lower back, grounding her and making sure she’s safe. 

“Sit,” Minho said, already pouring Chan a coffee. “Before the food gets cold and my son starts hovering.” Jeongin’s eyes widened as he catched his Ma smirking. “I am not hovering,” He muttered, though he stayed exactly where he was, pulling Felix’s chair in just a little closer before taking his own seat. 

Chan noticed as Jeongin sat too close to Felix, ladling soup into bowls with practiced ease, sliding one towards Felix first with a soft smile, his dimples appearing, mirroring Jeongin’s. 

“Careful, it’s hot.” 

“Thank you,” Felix said softly, her fingers brushing the edge of the bowl while Minho’s eyes flicked between them, amused. “He’s usually not this polite in the mornings.” 

“Ma,” Jeongin warned. “What?” Minho shrugged. “It’s endearing. In a painfully obvious way.” Felix smiled down at her food. Her shoulders relaxing as Jeongin squeezed her sweatpants covered knee, gently, under the table. A quiet ‘you’re okay’ without words and she replied—her own hand covering half of Jeongin’s, just as small. 

They are like that—easy, unhurried. Jeongin automatically reaching for Felix’s glass when he noticed it was empty, Chan sliding another dish closer to Felix, Jeongin and even Minho—who was watching it all with sharp fondness, sipping her own coffee like she hadn’t raised this man herself. 

“So,” Minho started casually, breaking the calm. “You always eat this slowly, or is this a performance?” Jeongin choked and Felix passed him a napkin without looking, already used to it. “I’m eating normally.” 

“Uh-huh,” Minho nodded. “Because as i remember, last Christmas, you inhaled your food and disappeared for a nap.” 

“That was one time!” Jeongin groaned before setting his utensils down while his Pa hid his smile behind his mug and Felix laughed softly then, the sound light and genuine and Jeongin felt something in his chest loosen. 

Jeongin then reached for her hand beneath the table without thinking and Felix squeezed back, her thumb brushing over his knuckles and of course—Minho noticed, of course she did and she didn’t comment. 

Instead, she stood up with a soft smile. 

“Eat well and make sure to rest. Your brother will arrive this evening and we’ve got a long day ahead—i’d rather not deal with hangry adults.” Jeongin nodded, used to this routine as he watched Felix take another spoonful, she was relaxed now, warm and present in the space—their space like she belonged there. 

And of course—Minho wasted no time once the dishes were cleared. 

“Alright,” she said, clapping her hands once. “You two—room’s upstairs. Jeongin’s room.” Jeongin blinked, still wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Wait—” 

“And before you ask,” Minho added softly, already turning towards the stairs, carrying one of Felix’s duffel bags. “Yes, the heater’s on. Extra blankets are in the closet—and no, i don’t want commentary.” 

Felix froze for half a second before Jeongin’s hand found hers again, grounding and automatic. 

“I’m here.” she said softly as Minho glanced back, one brow lifting—not at the words but at her son’s thumb was already rubbing slow circles against Felix’s knuckles, her mouth twitching upwards. 

“Come on, unless you plan to hold hands all the way up.” Jeongin flushed immediately but Felix didn’t let go. 

Jeongin’s childhood bedroom was warm when they stepped inside—sunlight slowly spilling through the black curtains, the bed neatly made, faint traces of detergent and pine lingering in the air. 

Felix paused at the doorway, taking it in. “It’s nice to see in person,” she said quietly. For the past years that she and Jeongin had been together, she had only seen this room via video calls and now—she’s here. 

“I know right? I designed it when Jeongin was a kid.” Minho replied, setting their bags down with practiced ease as Jeongin followed carrying their other luggages. 

“Still nice.” Jeongin groaned, setting the luggages down while Minho opened the closet, pulling out an extra blanket and tossed it onto Jeongin’s arms who caught it instinctively. 

“For her?” he asked and Minho shook her head. “For both of you—you’ve always stolen warmth.” Minho said dryly and Felix laughed under her breath as Jeongin muttered. “I do not.” 

Minho turned then, her arms crossing—not confrontational, just natural, just observing as her gaze flickered between them; to how Jeongin had already stepped half in front of Felix without realizing, how Felix leaned into him just as naturally. 

“You look settled,” Minho said finally. “Very good.”

Something unspoken passed through the room—acknowledgement without pressure as Minho studied her—yes, her—Felix—for a beat longer then smiled. “Rest a bit. Your Pa will need help later and your brother’s energy is well—you know a lot.” 

As she turned to leave, she paused at the door, one hand resting on the frame as if she’d forgotten something important. 

“Oh,” she added casually, not turning around yet and by the tone of her voice, Jeongin knows—that she’s about to blow something. “What now?” He groaned immediately as Minho glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes flicking pointedly between him and Felix—of how close they are, how his hand had already found her waist like it belonged there. 

“Be thankful,” Minho said lightly. “That i’m letting you room together.” Felix’s eyes widened just a fraction and Jeongin froze. “I—Whatt??? Ma???” 

“And—” Minho continued, utterly unfazed. “I should not hear any unwanted thumps in the night.” The silence that followed was devastating while Jeongin made a strangled noise. “WHAT??? What does that even—? Ma??” 

Felix, unfortunately, burst out laughing, clapping a hand over her mouth as her shoulders shook. 

“You heard me.” Minho finally turned fully, arms crossed, her expression calm but unmistakably brooding and her son’s ears were burning now. “Ma! That’s—why would you even say that to your son?” 

“Because,” Minho replied sweetly, “I raised you. I know exactly how clingy you get.” Felix tried—and failed—to school her smile. “I–im so sorry,” she said between giggles. 

“Oh, don’t apologize.” Minho said, her eyes softening just a touch as she looked at Felix. “You’re not the problem—he is.” Jeongin gasped, his sharp eyes widening enough for Felix to google again. 

“This is betrayal.” 

“Lock the door if you must. Sleep. Rest—and if i hear the bed creaking—” 

“We’re going TO SLEEP.” Jeongin blurted out while Minho just smirked. “Good answer.” she added as she stepped out, pausing only long enough to add, without looking back, “Lunch is at 12:30. If either of you looks suspiciously well-rested, ill know.”

And the door clicked shut—and Felix collapsed onto the bed, laughing helplessly. 

“You Mum is terrifying.” Jeongin dropped beside her, his face buried in his hands. “I will never recover from this “ Felix—still giggling, reached over to him, lacing their fingers together. “She likes me though.” 

“Yeah. That’s the worst part.” Jeongin sighed while Felix laughed even harder, now scooting closer as her hands smoother over his hair. 

Then a soft knock followed, It was Chan, peeking in with a mug in his hand. “Settled?” Jeongin lifted his head and saw his Pa. “Well, mostly.” Chan’s eyes flicked—not missing the way Felix’s fingers were still threaded through Jeongin’s hair before sitting up, of how close they were without trying; his expression softening. 

“Good, take your rest. Long drive does things to people.” He said simply and Felix smiled. “T-thank you, sir.” Felix said and Chan nodded at her. “Call me Pa.” 

Felix blushed and quickly nodded with a full smile and Jeongin felt his chest blossom with warmth as his Pa gave him a faint smile. “And stop pretending you’re not exhausted.” 

Then the door closed again making Jeongin exhale as he rolled into Felix’s side nudging his forehead into her sleeved arm but she was still smiling—warm, sure and completely present. 

“He told me to call him pa.” Felix said after a while, almost to herself and Jeongin chuckled softly, the sound muffled where his face was still pressed into her arm. 

“Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s—That’s kinda his thing.” She glanced down at him, fingers brushing through his hair again, slower and much more comfortable. 

Felix loves to play with Jeongin’s hair; it gives her comfort and it settles her in. The familiar weight of him against her, the way he melts so easily when her fingers thread through the dark raven strands, reminding her that this is real—that she’s here, wanted, held, and trusted without question. 

And Jeongin—Jeongin always softens under her touch, his breathing evening out, shoulders loosening like he’s finally letting the heaviness of overthinking and nervousness go. Making her feel steady and needed in a quiet way. 

Like she’s allowed to take up space—not carefully, not cautiously—but fully. 

So she keeps her hand there, slow and gentle, grounding both of them as the house hums softly around them. 

“He didn’t hesitate.” 

“No,” Jeongin admitted. His voice quieter—softer. “If he hesitates, you’ll feel it.” 

Felix swallowed, emotion blooming warm and unexpected in her chest. “I—i was scared,” she confessed. “N-not of your parents—just of—being too much.” Jeongin shifted, lifting his head just enough to look at her, tugging her closer. 

“You’re not too much, baby.” 

“I know,” she said, smiling faintly. “I just needed to hear it.” 

Jeongin smiled and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, then another to the corner of her mouth—nothing rushed, not even demanding. Just there. 

Present and grounding. 

“Nap?” he asked, already curling closer than ever and Felix laughed quietly. “You didn’t even last an hour.” 

“Hey,” he protested weakly. “Five to six hours of driving is heroic.” 

Felix adjusted the blanket over them both, tugging Jeongin in until his head rested comfortably against her shoulder. 

“Sleep, hero.” Jeongin hummed and kissed her forehead—already half gone, his arm wrapping around her waist like it had always known where to go. 

Felix must’ve drifted off at some point, her breathing lining up with Jeongin’s steady rise and fall breathing lulling her into sleep—warm and unguarded. 

That is when hours later, she woke up—by a movement. A soft click, then another; her eyes fluttered open just in time to see the doorknob turn slightly—a stop—then turn again, more insistently. 

She stilled, looking over to Jeongin who remained dead asleep, his face tucked into her shoulder as his arms were heavy around her waist. 

The knob rattled once and then—

“Yah.” a familiar voice muttered from the other side of the door. “Is this locked—Why is this locked?? Ma!?” 

Felix froze. 

Jeongin’s arms were still tangled in her waist, his weight warm and heavy against her side, his breathing slow and even and for half a second, she had considered pretending to still be asleep—not until the doorknob rattled again. 

“Oh my god,” the voice continued. “I leave for a few months and suddenly the doors are being locked in this household?! Is this an active crime scene?” Felix bit her lip, suppressing a laugh when it hit her. 

Hyunjin. 

Jeongin’s older brother. The one from the photos, stories and teasing warnings. The one who definitely should not be meeting her like this. 

“Innie,” she whispered. “Your brother.” 

Nothing—the knob turned again, more force this time. 

“Jeongin-ah,” Hyunjin called, louder now. “If i find out you’re pretending to be asleep—i will never let you love this down.” Felix tried again, brushing her fingers along Jeongin’s jaw, then tapping his cheek awake, making him stir as his eyebrows knitted together. 

“Mmm. Five minutes.” The door rattled once more before Hyunjin sighed dramatically. 

“This is unbelievable! Baby brother comes home and immediately becomes unavailable??”  The door kept on rattling and Felix couldn’t help it—she laughed softly but on the other side of the door—there was a pause. 

“Was that a laugh?” Hyunjin murmured and Felix’s eyes widened—thankfully, Jeongin blinked away then, his eyes opening just enough to see Felix’s panic; who quickly pointed at their locked door and Jeongin groaned. 

“Hyung?” He called out, sitting up. “Oh! So you are alive?” 

“It’s early.” 

“It’s late and—your door is locked.” Felix shifted beside Jeongin, smoothing and tying her hair up instinctively, her heart thumping as Jeongin reached for her hand without even looking, grounding her, and her nerves easily softened. 

“I’ll open it,” Jeongin muttered and he can hear the triumph screech of his brother. 

“Please do!” 

Jeongin quickly opened the door with a soft click and Hyunjin instantly enveloped him in a bone crushing hug, which Jeongin reciprocated after groaning. 

“Hyung.” He called out and Hyunjin pinched his cheek. “Who else? Your ghost?” Jeongin groaned again, swatting his brother’s hand away, wanting to go back and cuddle with Felix. “It’s morning.” 

“It’s almost noon,” Hyunjin shot back. “And Ma told me to check if you were alive.” 

Felix shifted carefully, sitting up just as Jeongin did, still half asleep but ready, she crossed her arms and sat properly before saying, “Hi,” softly, unable to help herself. 

“S-sorry we were resting.” 

“You don't have to apologize, sunshine. Jeongin’s the only problem here—he’s always been like this: sleepy, clingy and dramatic.”

“Hey!” Jeongin protested weakly as Hyunjin wrapped his arms around Jeongin’s shoulders when the door finally swung open.

Felix can now see Hyunjin peeking with a sly grin, his eyes immediately catching the way Jeongin looked back at Felix. 

“Well, took you long enough to finally introduce us.” Hyunjin said, amused but Hyunjin hadn't finished pestering the couple when another figure leaned behind him, one arm looping easily around his waist. 

“Are you done intimidating them?” 

Seungmin—Hyunjin's wife—asked mildly, resting her chin just above Jeongin’s shoulder. Her tone fond and familiar—the kind that only came from years of knowing exactly how your partner could be 

“I'm not even intimidating them. I'm just assessing.” Hyunjin grinned, removing his arms around Jeongin and quickly wrapping them around Seungmin’s, tugging her closer. 

Seungmin’s eyes shifted then, landing on Felix—and she softened immediately. 

“Oh, she's so adorable!!” Felix blinked, obviously caught off guard and stood up, walking over to Seungmin who overtook the siblings to walk over to Felix, stepping forward and extending her hand. 

“I'm Seungmin. His wife, unfortunately.” Hyunjin gasped and followed his wife. “Five years of marriage and this is the respect I get?” 

Jeongin sighed as he watched the two ogle over Felix who laughed as she shook Seungmin’s hand. “I'm Felix.” 

“We know.” Seungmin and Hyunjin answered at the same time, making Felix blush. “Jeongin talks about you a lot—Like a lo—”

“S-stop harassing her!” Jeongin came near, groaning as he bumped his brother away who leaned in. 

“It has been 3 years since he told us that he's in a relationship and this is the first time we've seen you in person.” Felix laughed awkwardly and glanced at Jeongin, her ears still red. 

“I–i told him i was shy.” Seungmin smiled knowingly. “That's valid, Jeongin on the other hand is not.” Jeongin opened his mouth to protest but Seungmin opened her mouth again. 

“Relax!!” she said, her eyes flickering pointedly to the way Jeongin already padded softly to Felix his hand already on the softness of her back. 

“We're not here to scare you off.” Seungmin smiled at Felix now stood just in front of the brooding younger brother of theirs. 

“—And we already decided that we like you!!” Hyunjin nodded enthusiastically and Felix raised her eyebrow. 

“T-that was fast.” 

“We've been married for 5 years now. You’ll learn how to read people quickly.” Seungmin replied easily and Hyunjin—who was just beside her—smirked. “And!! Anyone who makes him this quiet is clearly doing something right.” 

“I'm not quiet.” Jeongin squinted his eyes and the married couple smirked and eyed his hand now on Felix’s waist. 

“You kinda are now.” Felix chuckled and held Jeongin’s hand t’was on his waist and Hyunjin laughed. 

“Oh-ho-ho. She's sooo staying.” He said with satisfaction and Seungmin smiled, her eyes turning crescents. 

“If you’ll have me.” Felix squeezed Jeongin’s hand, smiling easy, and unafraid. 

Seungmin stepped closer, tugging on Felix’s hand. “You’re welcome here. Don't worry—we tease because we care.” 

“—well mostly because he's easy.” Jeongin sighed and held his knitted eyebrows. “I hate this family.” Seungmin laughed, patting Jeongin’s chest as she tugged her husband out of the room. 

“No you don't. And come on now, Ma’s already counting heads.” 

When they got there, the house grew louder as the afternoon wore on. Chan and Hyunjin arguing amiably over something in the living room—something about who gets to choose the movie—while Jeongin automatically hovered between them, fitting in the puzzle instantly. 

“I'm just saying,” Hyunjin insisted, gesturing wildly, “last time you picked, we watched three hours of slow character development!” 

“That's called having good taste!! Which you got from me.” Their Pa shot back and Jeongin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can we please just—”

Minho rolled her eyes from the hallway, already retreating towards the kitchen. “Figure it out yourselves. I'm not mediating grown ass men.” 

Felix lingered near the windows just by the stairways, her hands tucked into the sleeves of her sweater as she watched the snow fall softly against the concrete outside. The quiet, steady drift felt grounding—something slow and gentle amidst the noise. 

“Come.” Seungmin whispered, appearing beside her and tugging her towards the kitchen. “It's safer here.” Felix let's herself get dragged into the kitchen with a small laugh. 

And in the kitchen—it was warm, filled with the sound of sizzling and the faint smell of garlic and oil. Minho stood by the stove, her sleeves rolled up, movement efficient and practiced. 

“I see you escaped from the warlock of my living room.” 

“Barely,” Seungmin replied, grabbing a clean towel and leaning against the counter. 

“They’re fighting—again.” Felix scanned the kitchen, hovering for a moment, unsure—until Minho glanced at her. “You can sit,” She said, nodding towards the stool by the counter. “Or help, if you’d like.” 

“I can help.” Felix smiled, relieved and Minho instantly handed her a bowl. “Chop those for me.” and as Felix worked, Seungmin watched her with quiet curiosity—not scrutinizing, only present. 

“You handle chaos well,” Seungmin then said casually and Felix blinked up at her. “Me?” Seungmin nodded. “Mm-hm. You didn’t flinch once when Hyunjin started yelling.” Felix laughed softly and started chopping. 

“I grew up with loud people.” Minho hummed just behind her, approving. “Good. Because my house is never quiet.” 

“You’ve been with Jeonginnie a long time huh?” Minho added, and Felix nodded almost instantly. “We’re going on four years.” 

Minho finally looked at her then—really looked. “He’s a lot more different now. Less tense, a tad bit quiet but he’s less—less frantic.” Felix smiled, her fingers steady on the knife. “He still worries a lot.” Seungmin snorted as she followed Minho’s instructions. 

“He gets that from me.” Minho’s mouth twitched while Felix laughed, the tension easing further. 

And from the living room, Jeongin’s voice boomed in. “HYUNG! STOP CHEATING!” 

“Shut up, i’m strategizing!” Hyunjin protests and Felix glanced towards the sound instinctively—Minho and Seungmin quickly noticed. “He’s fine.” Minho said gently. “You don’t have to watch him every second.” 

“Sorry. It’s just a habit.” Minho softened just a little. “It’s a good habit, just don’t exhaust yourself with it.” 

And in that exact moment, Felix had finished chopping when Minho reached over to check her work. Clean cuts, even and efficient making Minho’s eyes shine and hum; obviously liking it. 

“You cook often?” 

“I—yeah. It’s a part of my work.” Felix nodded, a little shy. Seungmin’s brow lifted as she washed her hands clean. “Part?” 

“Y-yeah. I’m a ballet instructor by the day.” 

“Ballet?” Minho looked at her, pausing mid stir. “Y-yes, Ma;am.” 

“And the cooking?” 

“I own a small bakery by the street next to me and Jeongin’s apartment. Nothing too fancy—just, uh, mostly breads, pastries. You know—comfort food?” 

Minho turned to look at her, fully this time. “You own a bakery?” Felix nodded again, her cheeks warming. “J-jeongin helps sometimes. He’s good at packaging but uh—not so much when decorating.” 

“I heard that!” Jeongin called out from the living room making Minho chuckle softly at her sons quirks. 

“He would be.” Seungmin laughed and Minho clicked her tongue. “And here i thought you were just letting him eat everything for free.” Felix smiled, giving Minho the bowl with the precisely cut carrots. “Well, that too.” 

“But you don’t move like someone who only does ballet?” Seungmin leaned forward ont the counter, clearly intrigued. “Oh–uh, that’s actually because i used to do taekwondo.” 

“You what?” Minho nearly dropped the spoon. 

“W-when i was y-younger!” Felix rushed to explain. “My f-father insisted and it stuck.” Seungmin’s smile widened with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Well, that explains a lot.” 

“W-what? Explain what?” 

“The way you stand. You’re so grounded and balanced—” 

“You look like you’re disciplined.” 

“I—i just like being useful.” Felix laughed, embarrassed. 

Minho then smiled softly at her while Seungmin tugged at her sleeve, pointing at the sauce Minho told her to mix. 

“Do you wanna try??” She asked and Felix nodded with a soft smile, quickly noticing what sauce it was making Minho reach over and taste the sauce once Felix was done. The older woman paused, then took another spoonful. Her eyes closed as she nodded. 

“This is good," Minho said plainly, turning her back against the two who looked at each other, both surprised. Seungmin jumped in excitement and clapped once. “OMG! That’s the highest praise you’ll get!” 

“R-really?” Felix’s eyes widened as Seungmin kept on shaking her shoulders, while Minho gave her a look. “I don’t lie about food, sweetie.” 

Felix smiled so brightly it caught Seungmin off guard. 

And from the living room, something crashed—making both Minho and Felix look at the archway before hearing Chan’s “JEONGIN!” by what seems to be the door. 

“Didn’t touch nothing!” Jeongin answered like it was normal and Felix winced instinctively because Jeongin—well, Jeongin was as clumsy as a newborn fawn.

“He’s going to get scolded.” Felix whispered and Minho laughed, waving her hand. “He always does. He’s still clumsy despite being twenty-six.” 

“You should’ve seen him when he was still in his high school, braces and all—but—what’s he like—with you?” Seungmin tilted her head at Felix who blushed and quickly looked away. 

“He worries—about everyone, about doing things right, about whether he’s enough.” 

Minho’s expression softened as she remembered a 5-year-old Jeongin who was clutching her leg, not wanting to be left alone in kindergarten.

“But,” Felix continued with a soft smile on her face. “He listens, he remembers everything i say. He makes sure that i eat—that i drink water, he even texts me when he’s anxious instead of shutting down.” 

“That sounds so like him.” Seungmin nodded slowly, encouraging Felix to tell more. 

“He makes me feel safe. Even when he himself is spiraling.” 

“Good.” Minho said after exhaling, making Felix look at her. “G-good?” Minho met Felix’s eyes, wide, curious and ever so wandering. “That means he chose well. He adores you, Felix.” 

Seungmin smiled and seconded Minho’s statement, reaching over and squeezing Felix’s hand once. “You’re staying.” She mouthed making Felix’s eyes shine as she giggled softly. “I was planning to.” 

“Sooooo,” Seungmin said lightly, her chin propped on her palm as she eyes Felix with a teasing glance. “Three years is a long time.” 

“Y-yeah. It went by so fast.” Felix hummed, her gaze drifting back to Seungmin who was still watching her—patient and openly curious. 

Up close, Seungmin looked softer than Felix had expected, but Seungmin wasn’t fragile—obviously. Her features were gentle; rounded cheeks, straight nose and her lips naturally tinted like she’d just had tea. But there was a calm maturity settling into her shoulders, into her expression. There was something grounding and assuring. 

Her hair fell neatly past her shoulders, obviously dark and well-kept, framing her face in a way that she makes herself look composed without trying too hard. Seungmin has had the kind of beauty that felt intentional, grown into rather than closed. 

Felix had remembered the first time she had seen Seungmin—well in a photo and Jeongin had shown it to her because it was Hyunjin and Seungmin’s Wedding Anniversary. It was a mirror shot from what seems to be hers and Hyunjin’s house. Seungmin was bundled up in a white puffer jacket. Her long brown hair cascading down her back and her nose was scrunched while Hyunjin was wearing his own black puffer jacket, smiling just behind her. 

It was so cute. 

Felix also noticed how Seungmin carried herself too—relaxed shoulders, steady posture, the ease of someone who knew where she belonged and who she was. There was still youth there, in the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, in the quiet mischief tucked into the corners of her mouth balanced by warmth, by confidence that came from being loved well and choosing it everyday. 

“Mmhm. Long enough to really know him, then?” Seungmin nodded thoughtfully, her lips quivering upwards making Felix laugh softly. 

“Too well, i think. We were neighbours before he asked me if i’m single.” Seungmin’s eyes widened just a little. “Neighbour? Like neighbours?” 

“We were doors across.” Felix gestured vaguely while Minho listened in the background. “Thin walls. The cheap apartments too! We had shared hallways and even had our own awkward elevator silences.” 

“He borrowed sugar once, then a laptop charger, then there was a blackout and we just started talking. I didn’t even realize that it was happening. It all went so quick.” Seungmin smiled at that—not teasing, just warm. 

“Did he sound awkward or stumble around? Because that sounds nooot like him.” Minho laughed at that and nodded. “Jeongin was a loud kid to be honest. He had always pissed Hyunjin off when they were kids. But Hyunjin was his inspiration.” 

“He does. Until now he does, actually.” Felix’s expression softened as Seungmin nodded. “But ever since meeting Jeongin since he was a teenager, he had always been loud about what he wants, and when he decides? He makes sure he gets what he wants—and he doesn’t let go that easily.” 

“Yeah,” Felix said quietly. “That’s him.” Felix’s expression softened once again at the words, something tender bubbling in her chest. 

“What’s he like with you?” Minho asked, now rinsing her hands, patting it against a microfiber cloth. The question wasn’t sharp—just curious and grounded. It made Felix glance up instinctively. 

“Well, he’s not that bad.” Minho arched a brow, a serving spoon pausing mid-air as she looked at Felix. “That’s not an answer. 

“O-okay. He’s a lot—bu he’s good! He’s good.” 

“How good?” Seungmin leaned closer, her eyes bright. “Emotionally?” 

“Sure.” Seungmin grinned while Minho snorted into her spoon. 

“He’s attentive—very. He’s clingy too, during our first years he was just hovering, but now, he’s so clingy, especially when he’s anxious, he’s also protective. He asks if i’ve eaten like it’s his full time job.” 

“He got that from me.” Minho nodded with a proud smile. 

“And,” Felix added, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “He goes to the gym too much.” 

“Oh?” Seungmin perked up instantly and Felix rolled her eyes. Reaching for the plates, her movement careful but familiar. 

“He has a schedule and every morning within that schedule he jogs. If he misses a day, he gets restless. He starts pacing, stretching even. Asking if ‘i want to go for a walk’ at midnight.”  

“Ah, so that’s where he gets it.” Minho smirked, placing the food by the table as Seungmin organized the utensils. “And don’t even get me started with the protein shakes. It’s everywhere back home! I even found one behind my cake flour.

“Tragic.” Seungmin laughed. “It is! Then he complains about his arms being sore and asks me to rub them.” 

“And you do.” Minho turned to her slowly with a teasing grin and Felix flushed. “W-well, sometimes.” Seungmin smiled—knowing. “You’re very patient.” Felix paused then softened, looking down at the fixed table before looking back at the other two women looking at her. 

“Jeongin—he tries really hard. In everything. Even when he knows that he doesn’t need to.” 

“And when he doesn’t?” 

“He still shows up—in his own way.” 

“So you’re happy?” Seungmin tilted her head and Felix looked at her, a twinkling eye looked at Sunghoon as Felix smiled softly. 

“Very.” 

“How about the intimacy?? You know?? The spice in the bedroom—does he overthink that too?” Seungmin added far too casually making Felix choke and Minho laughed outright. 

“Oh my God! Y-you can’t just ask that!” Felix gasped but Seungmin stood there, her hip on the counter as if she was just asking about the menu for tonight’s dinner. “I can. I married into this family.” 

“He’s attentive.” Felix pressed her hands to her face, mortified—but she still kept talking. “And nervous and annoyingly considerate. But he—he likes to be s-sat on.” 

Minho choked out a laugh and Seungmin—well, Seungmin laughed out loud. 

“Well—on the other hand. T-that’s good. The attentiveness and everything; it means he cares.” Minho nodded finally at Felix who was still blushing by the table. 

Seungmin bumped her shoulder lightly. “Welcome to the family, Lix.” 

“I’m sitting next to Felix.” 

That was what Jeongin said when he entered their kitchen, making Minho look at him with her eyebrow raised, already tugging Felix on her hip. Her son’s declaration was firm. Final and non-negotiable. 

Something Minho herself would say—therefore making her chest boom with pride—but she’s surprised enough to not tell Jeongin that. 

“Wow.” Hyunjin blinked and chuckled. Already sitting in his usual chair, beside Chan who hummed “Bold of you, iyen-ah.” while Seungmin laughed, tilting her head. “He announced it, goodness!” 

Felix barely had the time to react before Minho tugged her to sit. “She’s sitting with me.” Minho said simply before sitting down. “Ma!” Jeongin called out and Minho didn’t look at him while Felix hesitated still. “You sit and eat your dinner, Jeongin.” 

—and Jeongin sat back down. Sandwiched in between Seungmin and Hyunjin who was giggling at him and they’re not even trying to hide it. 

“I have a question.” Seungmin interrupted the silence, her eyes flickering towards Felix as she stirred her soup. “She mentioned—” then her eyes flickered briefly at Jeongin. 

“That you’re very good at being a chair?” 

“What?” 

“Oh—no! S-seungmin! I meant—” Felix blinked, her cheeks quickly turning to a shade of pink. “And that you help him relax—especially when he’s tense.” Seungmin added innocently while Jeongin tightly closed his eyes wanting to strangle the woman beside her

“W-what i meant was he likes when i—” 

Jeongin choked—like, full on coughing as his Pa clapped his back while Minho sighed, passing him water and the tissue while Hyunjin sat beside him, snickering behind his chopsticks. 

“I MEANT WAS !! I WAS HELPING HIM CALM DOWN.” Felix defended as her face turned bright red. “Hmm, interesting choice of words.” Hyunjin teased and Minho looked at him. 

“Eat your food. Seungmin—cut Felix some slack and shut up.” 

Seungmin and Hyunjin kept snickering while Jeongin and Felix sat there, eating silently, both ears red while Minho and Chan talked about the news like nothing happened. 

And Felix—as the dinner shifted into a much more comfortable atmosphere, Jeongin now re-entering the conversation—smiled, her smile hiding behind her own pair of chopsticks as she turned to look at Jeongin who was listening to his Pa talk about some sports from the television. 

Minho refilled the bowls without asking, Chan nudging food onto plates that were already full and at some poing—in a very sibling manner; Hyunjin stole from Jeongin’s side dish, earning a sharp elbow in response. 

“Still short.” Hyunjin teased and Jeongin rolled his eyes. “I will fight you.” He replied, entirely too serious as he gulped down on what remained, making Felix hide her smile in her cup. 

And by the time the plates were empty and the table littered with used napkins and glasses, the warmth settled into the room—familiar, lived-in and loud in a way that didn’t demand attention. 

“Okay, i’m done. My body is shutting down.” Seungmin yawned, long and unashamed, leaning into Hyunjin’s side who ruffled her hair endearingly. 

“Yeah, well, five hours in the car does that.” Hyunjin said, glancing on his wrist watch, wincing as he saw that it was already 9 in the evening. Minho looked at her son and waved them off without ceremony. 

“Go. Wash up and sleep before you two become unbearable minxes.” 

“We already are.” Seungmin replied cheerfully, standing and hugging Chan and Minho Goodnight, pausing beside Felix, squeezing her arm gently. “Goodnight, lix. We’ll talk tomorrow?” 

“Sure, sure. Goodnight.” Felix smiled, squeezing Seungmin’s hand back. 

“Try not to get interrogated.” Hyunjin said as he ruffled Jeongin’s hair on the way out, saluting Felix with his other hand. 

“Hyung—!” 

The laughter of the other couple faded down the hallway, the house settling between the four of them as Felix stood up, instinctively reaching for Jeongin’s plate. “We’ll help.” 

Minho glanced at Felix then at Jeongin. “Good.” 

They moved into the kitchen together—easy and practiced. Felix rinsed the dishes while Jeongin dried them, their shoulders brushing, fingers occasionally bumping without either of them commenting on it. The two were acting like they were back to their apartment; like Minho and Chan weren't just behind them, watching as the two worked easy and normal—like they had done this lots of times. 

Chan just leaned into the counter with his warm mud, watching them with quiet fondness. 

And when the young couple finally finished, Minho looked at them both. 

“Sit.” she said finally making the two pause. 

Chan straightened slightly, settling his mug down, not stern, not heavy, just—just present, as the kitchen grew quiet—not tense but expectant. Jeongin quickly glanced at Felix as they both sat down just in front of Jeongin’s parents, his hand quickly finding hers below the table, squeezing it once. 

Chan rested his arms on the table, his shoulders relaxed as he looked at the two. “You look tired.” he said first, his voice easy and calm. “Long drive, yeah?” Jeongin nodded, squeezing Felix’s hand the second time. “Yeah.” 

“Anyways, i won’t keep you two long,” he continued. “I just wanted to say this properly.” Minho rested her back on the chair’s rest, her arms crossed—not looming, just listening. 

“I know that Jeongin is a worry-wart.” Chan said, glancing briefly at his son. “He always was. He tells us things three times—more than three sometimes, just to be sure that we hear him right.”

“Pa..” Jeongin flushed quickly, looking away as Felix smiled, holding on Jeongin’s hand tighter than before. “And that’s not a complaint.” Chan smiled faintly, his dimples appearing. 

“He told us about you,” Chan went on, his voice steady, calm and homey. He took Minho’s hand and intertwined them together in the table making Felix see. “About you, how your first date went, some snippets of your life and well—your journey.” Chan didn’t linger on the word, didn’t dress it up, just straightly saying that it was a fact. “And we’re glad he did.” Minho added, her fingers tightening around Chan's, showing Felix again that it’s okay—everything is alright and they accept her for who she was, who she wasn’t, who she will become and who she failed to be. 

“T-thank you.” Felix swallowed, then nodded. “You don’t owe us any explanations,” Chan said gently, meeting her gaze. “We just wanted you to know that you’re welcome here—you’re welcome as you are.” 

Jeongin’s breath hitched slightly before he could stop, feeling Felix’s hand hold him even more tightly than ever. “And you,” Chan’s attention shifted back to his son. “You don’t have to brace yourself all the time.” he said and Jeongin sighed, murmuring a “i know–i just—” 

“I know.” Chan repeated. “You love hard. That’s not a flaw.” Minho reached out then, straightening the sleeves of Jeongin’s sweater in a familiar, maternal gesture. “But love doesn’t mean standing guard for every second. Felix can speak for herself.” Felix smiled softly. “That i can do.” 

Chan nodded, obviously satisfied. “Good, okay. Then all i ask is this—take care of each other. Rest tonight, tomorrow will be loud.” Jeongin laughed weakly. “That’s an understatement.” and Chan chuckled. “Alright, off to bed with you two.” 

Jeongin reached for Felix’s hand immediately as they stood up, their fingers lacing tight but steady. “Good night, Pa, Ma.” Felix bowed her head slightly. “Goodnight.” 

Felix barely had the time to straighten before Minho stepped forward—wraping her around her, firm and warm, the kind of hug that didn’t ask permission but didn’t overwhelm either. Nevertheless, Felix still froze for half a second despite the hug being brief, grounding and unmistakably maternal. 

“Sleep well,” Minho said quietly, voice close to Felix’s ear. “You’re home.” Felix’s chest tightened as she hugged back instinctively, her fingers automatically curling at the back of Minho’s cardigan. “T-thank you.” Felix answered, her voice thick. 

While Jeongin stood there, stunned—then visibly glowing. Chan quickly leaned closer to him, his voice low and amused. “You know,” he murmured. “That’s the first time your Ma’s hugged someone new without interrogating them first.” 

Jeongin’s grin stretched impossibly wide as his arms crossed on his chest. “Really?” Chan nodded with a smile. “Really.” 

The room was quiet when the two finally settled in, the house beyond their door already quiet, comforting and asleep. 

Felix sat in between Jeongin’s legs on the bed, she was wrapped in one of his hoodies, hair still damp from the shower and smelling faintly of citrus and something floral—something Minho would place in the bathroom. 

Jeongin leaned back against the headboard, a towel draped loosely around his shoulders as he worked comb carefully through her hair, slow and unhurried. He was also fresh from the shower—already in his own pajamas. 

“Don’t rush,” she murmured, eyes closed. “I’m not,” Jeongin whispered back, tugging Felix closer in his lap. “This is my favorite part.” He added as the comb slid through easily her hair now, each pass gentle, almost reverent as Felix’s shoulders softened with every stroke, the day’s tension finally loosening its grip on her. 

Neither of them spoke for awhile, busking in the quiet room as Jeongin kept on combing her hair the soft hum of the heater making the room buzz quietly and comfortingly, that is until Felix sniffed. 

“Hey?” Jeongin paused, already turning to look at her, placing Felix’s hair comb by the bedside table as Felix sniffed again—then a shaky breath. “Lix?” Jeongin called out, wrapping his arms around her from behind, placing his chin on Felix’s shoulder blades. 

“I’m okay,” she said quickly, her voice already wobbling. “I just—today was a lot.” She added as her tears came quietly, warm against his arm as she turned around, facing Jeongin who looked down at her with soft and worried eyes. 

Jeongin tightened his hold on her, rocking her slightly as she rested her had on his chest. “Happy tears?” Felix nodded, laughing weakly through them. “Happy. Grateful and even overwhelmed. Your Ma hugged me.” she whispered like she still couldn’t believe it. “I know baby, i saw.” Jeongin said softly while Felix continued to ramble. 

“They didn’t look at me like i was something fragile—or strange. They just—they just accepted me.” She whimpered and Jeongin kissed her temple. “That’s because you’re you.” Felix sniffed as she wiped her cheeks roughly with the sleeve of his hoodie, and Jeongin gasped softly. 

“Hey—hey—careful.” Felix laughed through her tears, looking at him. “W-what?” 

“You just did your skincare,” he scolded gently. “And you’re going to waste it if you will.” Felix sniffed again, smacking Jeongin on his chest. “I’m serious,” he added with a soft chuckle, smiling into her hair. “Do you know how expensive that stuff is?” 

“I know!” Felix looked at him, her eyes glassy but bright. “You’re so impossible.” Jeongin smiled, brushing Felix’s hair back carefully. “And yet—here you are.” 

“And yet here i am.” Felix repeated, leaning into Jeongin’s arms again, she was calmer now, her breathing evening out and Jeongin took the chance to lean down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Felix’s head, lingering there like he didn’t want to move. 

Felix tilted her face up slightly in response, her eyes still closed and her lips brushing his jaw. “You missed.” she whined while Jeongin huffed a quiet laugh. “Did i?” 

“You did.” Felix said, turning fully this time as she kissed Jeongin properly, slow and unhurried. Just a gentle press, warm and familiar and Jeongin melted into it immediately, one hand coming up to cradle her cheek as if it was instinct. 

And another kiss followed, shorter and softer. Then one at the corner of her mouth, like punctuation. 

“Careful,” he whispered against her lips. “You’ll mess up your skincare.” and Felix erupted into giggled, her forehead resting against his with a smile. “Worth it.” 

Jeongin kissed Felix again anyway—light, teasing and barely there—before pulling back just enough to tuck her on his chest again, his chin resting on her shoulder as they lay down softly, his fingers softly tracing along her freckled arm, grounding the both of them.

“I love you,” Felix whispered and Jeongin smiled softly once again as he pressed another kiss to the crown of her head. “I love you more.” Felix hummed in disagreement, scooting much closer to Jeongin. “Thank you,” she suddenly whispered, making Jeongin look down at her. “For what?” 

“For today and for always making space for me.” Jeongin kissed her temple, then her cheek, then the bridge of her nose. “You do not need permission to belong here.” 

And that did it for Felix as she buried her face against Jeongin’s chest as another quiet, and happy tear slipped free. Jeongin didn’t tease this time—he just held her, pressing slow and soft kisses on her forehead until her breathing evened out again. 

By the time the lights were off, they were tangled together beneath the covers, foreheads touching while exchanging lazy and half-asleep kisses that faded into the warmth and silence of Jeongin’s room. 

Despite the white coating of the snow outside the Bang House, the sunlight stubbornly crept in gently through the curtains of Jeongin’s room—pale and warm and Felix woke up first. 

Blinking, and momentarily disoriented as she stared at the unfamiliar cream walls before realizing she was wrapped entirely around Jeongin—one leg thrown over his, her face tucked into the space beneath his chin while his arms were heavy around her waist, still possessive as ever even in his sleep. 

Felix smiled, making sure to move carefully so as to not wake Jeongin up, tracing small circles on his chest with her fingertip making his brow twitch then—his arms automatically tightened on her waist pulling her closer. 

“Good Morning, princess.” Jeongin mumbled, already nosing Felix’s cheek, his voice rough from sleep. “Good Morning,” Felix whispered back with a smile and Jeongin took the chance to kiss her lazily, his eyes still closed—soft, slow and familiar. 

When he finally opened them, he smiled like he’d just remembered everything all over again. 

“You’re still here,” he said and Felix nodded. “Yeah—yes. Yes, i am.” Jeongin kissed her again, much brighter this time. “Good. Ma’s probably already awake too.” Felix groaned softly in Jeongin’s shoulder blade, hiding her face. “‘Not ready yet.” Jeongin laughed, pressing one more kiss to her hair. “Too bad you’re family now.” 

Felix smiled and started threading Jeongin’s hair again and well—Jeongin fell asleep again almost immediately. She noticed it in the way his breathing evened out, slow and deep, the tension melting from his shoulders as if sleep had claimed him mid-thought. 

His lashes rested dark against his cheeks, mouth slightly parted as he exhaled, his nose brushing softly against the fabric of her sleeve.  One arm remained slung around her waist, but looser now—no longer holding, just there, as though his body trusted and he knew—that she wouldn’t disappear. 

Felix smiled to herself, careful not to move too much as she eased out from his hold and she paused for a moment, watching him because in his sleep; Jeongin had looked younger—softer. Like the photos in the living room; in his high school and baby photos tucked in Felix’s wallet. 

The lines of worry he carried so often smoothed away, leaving only the boyish curve of his cheek, the faint crease between his brows that never quite went away even if he was resting. His untouched raven hair fell messily over his forehead, strands catching the light where the curtains let the morning in, making him look warm and unreal—like someone preserved in a quiet, private moment meant only for her. 

One of his hands had curled near his face, his fingers relaxed, as if he’d reached for something in his sleep and forgotten why. His breathing stirred the fabric of the pillow beneath him, steady and safe. 

Felix reached out once more, brushing her thumb lightly through his hair—just once and gave a quick peck on Jeongin’s cheek before pulling back. “Sleep well, baby.” she whispered—well, more to herself than to him. 

Jeongin didn’t stir, his breathing stayed slow and even, the bed still warm where she’d been tucked against him and Felix lingered a second longer, smoothing the blanket over his shoulder before quietly standing, careful with every step as she slipped out of Jeongin’s room, pulling the door shut behind her with a soft click. 

The house hallway was cool and quiet, sunlight just beginning to creep in through the windows, painting pale lines across the floor, and just downstairs, the house felt awake in that gentle—unhurried way. No rush yet, just the hum of morning settling in. The soft warmth and scent of the coffee just below tugged her in. 

And the living room opened up to her, warm and softly lit. Like she was there—like she was made to be there. 

Seungmin was already curled at one end of the couch with a mug in her hand, her long brown hair tugged into a messy bun, she was still a little sleep-soft while she stared at the window—watching the snow, the cars and the people passing by. 

Minho sat nearby, nursing her own cup, her brown wavy hair settled softly on her back, glasses perched low on her nose as she flipped through something on her phone. In front of her was her own coffee—quickly looking up as she took it in her hand. Her eyes brightened slightly when she saw Felix. 

“Good Morning.” she said, easy and familiar making Seungmin turn next, smiling around the rim of her mug. “You’re up early.” 

And Felix smiled back, a little shy but warm, nodding as she stepped into the room, feeling once again like she belonged. 

“Do you want coffee?” Minho asked as she watched Felix hold her arms in Jeongin’s hoodie. It was that light gray hoodie that Changbin—one of Minho and Chan’s friends—gifted Jeongin when he was a teen. 

“Oh—uh can i make one for me, instead? I don’t wanna disturb—” Felix smiled softly. Minho waved her off easily.“Of course—it’s fine, dear. Suit yourself.” Then, without looking up again, she added. “Seungmin can assist you.” 

Seungmin blinked, caught, then laughed under her breath as she set her mug down. “I’ve been promoted already?” Felix laughed too, following her into the kitchen. The coffee machine hummed softly as Seungmin showed her where everything was—beans here, mugs there, the little quirks of the house explained like second nature. 

Felix listened, nodding, hands tucked into the sleeves of Jeongin’s hoodie as the warmth slowly settled into her fingers—Seungmin noticed. 

“You’re freezing.” she said, glancing at her pointedly. “Don’t you have a puffer jacket?” Felix shrugged with a sheepish smile. “I have one, upstairs and it’s cold—freezing—just a little.” 

Seungmin’s gaze drifted back towards the window where the snow had started falling thicker now, soft and slow. “It’s nice out,” she said casually. “Quiet.” Felix followed her line of sight. The world outside looked hushed, like it was holding its breath. 

“If you want,” Seungmin added, light and almost offhand, “we could take a short walk. Just around the block. Clears the head.” Felix hesitated—only for a second—then smiled, something gentle and relieved in her expression. “I’d like that.”

Seungmin nodded once, pleased at Felix. “Good. Finish your coffee first. No one enjoys a walk half-awake.” Felix laughed softly at that, nodding as she took another sip, the warmth spreading through her chest this time—not just from the hot beverage in her hand and there she lingers a moment loger—savoring it, before rinsing her mug and setting it carefully by the sink like she was afraid of doing something wrong—she wasn’t. 

And when Felix finally finished her coffee, Minho was already patting a black puffer jacket, as if hearing what Felix said, as if hearing the decision before it was ever spoken.“Don’t go too far. Steer in your Pa’s way, okay?” She looked at the two of them over her glasses, expression calm but knowing.

Seungmin smiled easily, already slipping her scarf around her neck. “We won’t,” she said—then added glancing at Felix with a grin, “and we will.” Minho huffed, amused, as she wrapped the jacket to Felix. “Cold doesn’t care how brave you are,” she muttered, but there was affection in the gesture. 

Felix nodded with both cheeks raised—she couldn’t stop smiling. “Thank you,” she said softly and genuinely. Minho waved her off. “Go on. Enjoy the quiet while you can.” 

And as Felix followed Seungmin towards the door, both of them bundled up and warm, Felix realized she wasn’t just an invitation to walk—it was an invitation into the family’s morning, their routines, their coffee—and their trust. 

The gate closed behind them with a gentle clunk of the metal, sealing the warmth of the house inside as the cold immediately wrapped around them. Felix inhaled sharply, the air crisp and clean in a way that made her chest ache just a little.

Snow crunched softly beneath their boots as they stepped onto the sidewalk, while the subdivision was still half-asleep—houses lined neatly with wreaths on their doors and their gates, there were fairy lights dimming but glowing at the same time. There was also smoke curling lazily from chimneys as everything felt hushed, like the world was holding its breath. 

Seungmin walked beside Felix easily. Her hands tucked into her own coat pockets, pace unhurried, not rushing and not dragging. She was just there. Felix on the other hand, tugged Jeongin’s hoodie closer around herself just beneath the puffer jacket. 

“It’s really peaceful,” she murmured, watching her breath bloom white in front of her. 

“Early mornings here always are,” Seungmin replied, scooting closer to Felix. “Especially in winter, people tend to wake up slower.” 

They passed a familiar corner, trees dusted with snow and the branches sat heavy and still. Somewhere nearby, a dog barked once—then quieted again. Seungmin—glanced at Felix then, subtle and assessing but kind. 

“Are you okay?” she asked softly, not prying—just checking. Felix nodded at that, smiling softly. “Y-yeah. I just didn’t expect it to feel like this.” Felix smiled softly. “Like what?” 

Felix thought for a moment and smiled again, she knew that she can share her thoughts with Seungmin—the woman feels safe, accepting—and warm in a way that had nothing to do with coats or with coffee. 

“Like i belong.” she said finally. “Good. That means you’re comfortable with the family.” Seungmin hummed, her lips curling into something more satisfied. 

They walked in silence for a few more steps, the rhythm of their boots syncing naturally while Felix found herself watching the way snow clung to the hedges, the way some houses still had lights on the inside, families stirring and mornings beginning. 

She hadn’t realized she’d slowed down until Seungmin did too. 

“There’s something i’ve been meaning to say.” Felix began quietly, her voice almost lost to the cold. She kept her eyes forward, her fingers tucked into the sleeves of Jeongin’s hoodie. 

“About me.” 

Seungmin looked at her and realized that this is it—Felix was about to tell her something important and Seungmin didn’t stop walking. She didn’t rush Felix either, just tilted her head slightly—listening and waiting for her to talk. 

“Okay.” She smiled and this time, Felix exhaled—releaseing a soft puff of white. 

“Jeongin had wanted for me to meet you two years ago—but i got scared because i worry a lot about families.” Felix admitted. “About being introduced and about well—about being looked at too closely.”

“Mostly because i am something older people aren’t used to.” Felix chuckled, her steps crunching slower by the snow as she continued. “Transitioning wasn’t one…big brave decision like people think,” she started again, feeling much comfortable now. 

“There were a lot of small ones—underlying insecurities and questions, mostly in choosing what felt less painful, choosing what let me breathe—choosing what i feel or who i feel like i really am.”

Seungmin nodded once, not interrupting. 

“There were days that i felt certain and days where i felt ridiculous—stupid even. Like was i asking or taking too much space from the world? Or was i asking too much?” She blurted out and that made Seungmin finally glance at her. “N-not out of shame. Just—fear of being measured, or j-just tolerated, not entirely accepted.” 

They reached the end of the block where the road curved gently. Seungmin stopped there, turning fully toward Felix—not blocking her path, just present. 

“My family already knew,” Felix added softer now. “But loving and understanding parents doesn’t make the world easier. It just made me hope other people will or might be kind as well.” 

Seungmin studied her for a moment—really studied her. The way Felix’s shoulders held themselves, the way her hands trembled just slightly despite the calm in her voice. The way her hair sat on her shoulders, golden and light, cascading down the black puffer jacket like wings. 

“You know,” Seungmin said, measured, looking at her with eyes—soft eyes. “Jeongin actually did tell us earlier. When you two started dating, after your first anniversary, as i can remember. No explicit details—just that you’re someone he loves, and that your story matters." 

“He…did?” Felix blinked, startled as her hand automatically came to clutch Seungmin’s arm. “He worries.” Seungmin chuckled softly, patting Felix’s hand. “A lot. But not because he doubts you. But because he doesn’t want you to feel alone—or to feel that you take too much space in this household.” 

“That sounds like him.” Felix laughed softly, her eyes stinging. 

“I can’t pretend that I understand everything about how you’re transitioning.” Seungmin started, her voice gentle. “But what i do know is that you didn’t arrive here asking for permission to exist. You arrived as you—yourself, as Felix and you arrived as Family.” Seungmin gestured vaguely, at Felix, at the quiet street and at the bright morning of the 24th of December itself. 

“And we are happy that you came here and you’re trying—that already says a lot.” Felix swallowed as the snow continued to fall lightly around them, a quiet witness. “T-thank you.” Felix whispered, the words thick and sincere. 

“Anytime, you have me.” Seungmin smiled—not teasing, just a warm smile on Seungmin's soft face. “Now come on. If we’re gone too long, Jeongin will wake up and turn the whole house upside down looking for you.” Felix laughed, wiping her cheek quickly before following Seungmin. 

Her heart felt lighter this time as she watched the woman walk quickly, her arm hand tugging her arm as they curled around the block, their steps steadier and sillier making the path back home no longer daunting, just exciting and waiting.