coi ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

yeah, i’ll be star lost, star lost <3 20!

[coichii]

ʚɞ 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 - 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇', 𝖨'𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇', 𝖨'𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇' 너란 빛을 찾아. 거울 속에 비친 난 마치 길을 잃은 것처럼 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄. 깊은 안개 속에 헤맨다. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍

𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨 !

1. 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌

2. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌

3. 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 & 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

4. developing news

5. 𝖺𝖻𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋

6. 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾

𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗌⏤͟͟͞͞★

𝖼𝗈𝗂 | 20 | 𝖺𝗎𝖽𝗁𝖽 | 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 | #1 𝗌𝗄𝗓 𝖿𝖺𝗇

𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖾𝗌𝗍 : 10/17/2023

©COICHII 　　(𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 ) ╱ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 !!

[elleldoe]

anything can be a slow burn if it takes you forever to upload new chapters

[coichii]

Hoodie Season - H.J

𝓼ummary ── a small fall afternoon with the man of your dreams

𝓽ags ── bf!han ♥︎ fem!reader | fluff | (729 wc)

𝔀arnings & notes ── slight suggestiveness, not proofread!

Brisk autumn wind hits your face as you walk on the sidewalk, chai warming your hands more than hot pockets you picked up at the store.

Fall, the season of change as some would have it. Leaves fall as the sun sets earlier and earlier every day. It’s a beautiful time to be alive.

Your boyfriend, Han, was out today at practice. Oh how you wish you could be spending this time with him right now.

It’s hard to find time to be together with him having a schedule so over the place and you having classes most of the time. It’s a tricky situation, but you’d make it work over and over again if it meant being able to see him each and every day, even if for only a split second it the morning.

Ah, those mornings. Those mornings when he wakes up with the worst case of bed hair, his deep post-sleep voice rattling you from the inside out as he creeps up and out of bed.

Those mornings that he gives you a kiss of the forehead every morning before exiting the bedroom, doting on you and relaxing you well enough to go back asleep despite him rustling through out the room.

Those mornings where he leaves you a note somewhere around the kitchen and or living room for you to find when you finally get up for classes. The ones where he confesses how much he loves you and how once these batches of practice are over he’ll make sure to spend time with you every second of the day.

Those morning that make every moment spent worth it.

In your reminiscence, you made your way back home. Unlocking the door, you step in, sighing at the great sense of warmth that greeted you as you entered.

“Baby?” A voice shouted from upstairs, making you freeze up.

“..Jisung? Is that you?” You shout back. Surely he wasn’t back yet though, right? Well, if it wasn’t him, you have a bat that’ll do the tri-

“Hey, I was wondering where you went off too. I came home early just for my baby not to be here.” Han dramatically pouts as he stomps down the stairs. “Where’d you run off to?”

“I went for a walk. Didn’t expect someone to be in my house when I arrived.” You sigh, holding your hand over your chest as you try to catch your breath from the shock you had when he came down. “You scared me!”

“Aw, sorry baby. I didn’t mean t-“ Suddenly he’s cut off, staring down at your torso. You’re wearing a simple hoodie sweat pants, so this random action of his has you raising an eyebrow.

“Perv.” You remark, covering your chest with a cross of your arms, watching as his face heats up with a flush of red.

“N-No, I was staring at your chest for a different reason. Is that my hoodie?” He looks away, putting a flustered arm behind his head and scratching.

You look down then. Oh, this is his hoodie. It was so warm and comfortable that you completely forgot.

“Y-yeah. It was cold so.. I thought wearing your hoodie would help me remember the feeling of warmth a-and stuff..” You draw out, twirling a loose strand of hair around your finger as a warm aroma overtakes your own body.

At that he smiles, stepping closer towards you and pressing a small peck on your lips. He tastes like chai, the spicy tea lighting up your taste buds.

It’s a warm feeling, a feeling you wouldn’t give up for the world. It’s warmer than the feeling of the sun pressing on your skin as you wake up in the sheets of your bed. Warmer than anything you could imagine.

“That’s cute. Let me give you my warmth now that I’m here though.” He whispers as if there’s others in the room. The words are just for you, and they feel sacred.

He moves his arms around your neck, taking off the itchy scarf you had layered over the hoodie. He moves, placing a small peck on your neck before taking your hand and walking you towards the couch.

Theres a lot that is hard about your relationship, but there’s nothing that would ever have you consider giving it up, especially when it comes with moments like these.

Absolutely nothing.

[coichii]

Hoodie Season - H.J

𝓼ummary ── a small fall afternoon with the man of your dreams

𝓽ags ── bf!han ♥︎ fem!reader | fluff | (729 wc)

𝔀arnings & notes ── slight suggestiveness, not proofread!

Brisk autumn wind hits your face as you walk on the sidewalk, chai warming your hands more than hot pockets you picked up at the store.

Fall, the season of change as some would have it. Leaves fall as the sun sets earlier and earlier every day. It’s a beautiful time to be alive.

Your boyfriend, Han, was out today at practice. Oh how you wish you could be spending this time with him right now.

It’s hard to find time to be together with him having a schedule so over the place and you having classes most of the time. It’s a tricky situation, but you’d make it work over and over again if it meant being able to see him each and every day, even if for only a split second it the morning.

Ah, those mornings. Those mornings when he wakes up with the worst case of bed hair, his deep post-sleep voice rattling you from the inside out as he creeps up and out of bed.

Those mornings that he gives you a kiss of the forehead every morning before exiting the bedroom, doting on you and relaxing you well enough to go back asleep despite him rustling through out the room.

Those mornings where he leaves you a note somewhere around the kitchen and or living room for you to find when you finally get up for classes. The ones where he confesses how much he loves you and how once these batches of practice are over he’ll make sure to spend time with you every second of the day.

Those morning that make every moment spent worth it.

In your reminiscence, you made your way back home. Unlocking the door, you step in, sighing at the great sense of warmth that greeted you as you entered.

“Baby?” A voice shouted from upstairs, making you freeze up.

“..Jisung? Is that you?” You shout back. Surely he wasn’t back yet though, right? Well, if it wasn’t him, you have a bat that’ll do the tri-

“Hey, I was wondering where you went off too. I came home early just for my baby not to be here.” Han dramatically pouts as he stomps down the stairs. “Where’d you run off to?”

“I went for a walk. Didn’t expect someone to be in my house when I arrived.” You sigh, holding your hand over your chest as you try to catch your breath from the shock you had when he came down. “You scared me!”

“Aw, sorry baby. I didn’t mean t-“ Suddenly he’s cut off, staring down at your torso. You’re wearing a simple hoodie sweat pants, so this random action of his has you raising an eyebrow.

“Perv.” You remark, covering your chest with a cross of your arms, watching as his face heats up with a flush of red.

“N-No, I was staring at your chest for a different reason. Is that my hoodie?” He looks away, putting a flustered arm behind his head and scratching.

You look down then. Oh, this is his hoodie. It was so warm and comfortable that you completely forgot.

“Y-yeah. It was cold so.. I thought wearing your hoodie would help me remember the feeling of warmth a-and stuff..” You draw out, twirling a loose strand of hair around your finger as a warm aroma overtakes your own body.

At that he smiles, stepping closer towards you and pressing a small peck on your lips. He tastes like chai, the spicy tea lighting up your taste buds.

It’s a warm feeling, a feeling you wouldn’t give up for the world. It’s warmer than the feeling of the sun pressing on your skin as you wake up in the sheets of your bed. Warmer than anything you could imagine.

“That’s cute. Let me give you my warmth now that I’m here though.” He whispers as if there’s others in the room. The words are just for you, and they feel sacred.

He moves his arms around your neck, taking off the itchy scarf you had layered over the hoodie. He moves, placing a small peck on your neck before taking your hand and walking you towards the couch.

Theres a lot that is hard about your relationship, but there’s nothing that would ever have you consider giving it up, especially when it comes with moments like these.

Absolutely nothing.

[nondelphic]

autumn is less about pumpkin spice and more about the strange ache in my chest that whispers "you could be writing right now"

[coichii]

skz + fall dates !

summary ── skz and the fall dates they would take you on!

tags ── OT8skz (seperate) xfem!reader | fluff | (1110 wc)

warnings & notes ── mentions of food & that’s all! lmk if i missed anything! welcome to fall 🍂

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [방찬] bang chan

fall fest.

takes you to one of those fall festivals that smell of apple cider and hay.

has fun taking you around on the hay ride, picking the stray pieces out of your pretty hair.

makes sure he grabs the perfect pumpkin for you two to carve later that night, smiling as you struggle to pick it up because of how big it is.

takes silly pictures of you attempting the apple bobbing challenge (it’s now his lock screen, but you don’t know that)

he’s definitely the type to follow behind you in the corn maze, letting you run around pointing in different directions even if he knows you’re going the wrong way

he just can’t stop letting you have so much fun, especially when your smiling at him like that

ends up taking over anyways once your legs get tired from being in there for so long

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [민호] minho

haunted house.

let’s just say, this definitely wasn’t your idea

senses your panic when you arrive, pulling you to the side to tell you that you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to

holds your hand when you say you’re fine, grabbing your tickets and walking in

doesn’t jump at most of the jumpscares, to focused on making sure you’re genuinely okay and not too freaked out

secretly loves the way your body tightly holds on to him as you walk through (though he’d never admit that)

gives you lots of praises when you finally leave, talking about how brave you were

buys you a cup of apple cider after the fact at the market nearby

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [창빈] changbin

drive in movie.

sets the car up with tons of you & his favorite snacks & blankets

shields you from the brisk, fall air at any cost, piling most of the blankets on top of you despite shivering himself

once the sun sets and the movie starts, he can’t stop his eyes from drifting over to yours, loving the way the screen reflects in your eyes

the type to feed you the popcorn while you pay attention to the movie

lays your head on his chest, wrapping his arm around your waist as you both sigh in content, feeling the most relaxed you have in forever

packs up the car once the movie ends and you’ve fallen asleep, happily driving home with your snores being all the music he needs

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [현진] hyunjin

scenery walks.

loves to constantly go on walks with you, finding you even more appealing than the beauty of the orange and red leaves gracing the scenery

insist you wear his jacket anytime he sees that your even slightly cold

i mean, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you got sick, now would he?

constantly takes photos of you, some candid, some not

uses them for inspo for some sketches later

likes to talk to you about nothing and everything at the same time, letting you ramble any thought off of your head

if you’re not in the mood to talk, he has a playlist for the both of you to listen to, the silence between you two comforting rather than akward

ends up catching a cold

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [지성] jisung

movie nights.

jisung’s favorite type of date are indoors, so a movie night in is right up his alley

gets the two of you patching pajamas, taking an endless amount of photos of you looking positively adorable in onsie draped over your head

made tons of popcorn while you set up a pillow fort

decided to pick a scary movie, boasting about how he would “protect you” from the scary ghost and ghouls on screen

ended up being the one in need of comfort when he couldn’t stop jumping at every little thing, jumpscare or not

even though he was scared shitless, each time you flinched he was right there, grabbing you close to him and pressing little kisses against your cheeks

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [펠릭스] felix

fall baking.

you guessed it, felix is absolutely having you help him bake some pumpkin pies & cookies

reads off the instructions, laughing as he sees you cluelessly float around the kitchen looking for ingredients and measuring utensils

does the thing where he boops flour on your nose, smiling his contagious, angel, smile at you when you sneeze in reaction

there’s slow, calming music playing in the background, setting a calming atmosphere as you throw the batters and pie into the oven

finds it relaxing to sit there with you, talking about nothing in particular as the food bakes

almost burnt the cookies after being to entranced in what you were saying

what can he say, you looked too beautiful

gives you the first bite, blushing a little once you compliment his recipe

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [승민] seungmin

library dates.

knows you easily get stressed out during college season, so what better way to relax with you while you study rather than tag along with you!

buys you a cup of coffee at the local cafe

finds a book to distract himself with as you bury yourself in your work, constantly looking up at you as his way of checking in on you

at one point, he completely forgets the book laying in his hands, too busy staring at the slight glow of your lipgloss & the little furrow in your brow as you write down some notes

blushes furiously once you catch him staring, burring his reddening cheeks in his scarf once you start teasing him

“cmon, stop staring at me and focus…”

takes you to a little lunch spot nearby to treat you after working so hard

he can’t have his baby not eating well after all that work, no can he?

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [정인] jeongin

water lantern festival.

was ecstatic once he found out the day the water lantern festival was in town he had work off, immediately thinking of you

jaw drops once he sees the outfit you have on

“when did i get so lucky?” being the only thought rolling through his clueless head

brought you guys some snacks from the vendors as you wait for sun to set, eyes still unable to be distracted from the beauty you radiated

once it was time to release the lanterns, he wrote a promise to you on his, promising to marry you one day

when he read yours, he cried, silent tears streaming down his cheeks at how beautiful your words to him were

can’t deny the beauty of the multitude of lanterns floating on the waters surface, but can’t seem to pay attention to them when he has the beauty of you sitting right next to him

[hwanghhjinie]

CLINGY MORNINGS 💌

CHAN x READER

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ about: pure fluff. super clingy chan.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ notes: i’m so pumped and excited for their comeback!! also, i desperately need chan in my life. let me know what you think in the comments!

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🐺 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Sunlight streamed through the window, warm and persistent, gently pulling you from sleep. You blinked a few times, eyes landing on the clock on your bedside table. Almost 9 a.m.

Shifting slightly, you turned over to find Chan still fast asleep beside you, his arm draped loosely across your waist. His face was peaceful, lips parted slightly, breath slow and steady. You smiled.

Carefully, you rolled over to face him. The movement stirred him, and his eyes fluttered open, just barely.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

He let out a low hum, eyes already slipping shut again as he pulled you in closer, his arms wrapping around you tighter like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you.

“It’s almost nine, baby. We should eat,” you murmured, brushing a hand through his hair.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, voice low and tinged with a sleepy whine.

And just like that, you melted. How could you say no to that?

With a quiet sigh, you nestled back into his arms. “Okay. Five more minutes.”

(Not that either of you planned to count them.)

A few minutes passed, the room quiet except for the soft rhythm of Chan’s breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets. But then, your stomach made itself known—loudly.

You sighed, trying to gently wriggle out of his embrace without waking him. Sleep clearly wasn’t coming back to you, and honestly, breakfast sounded a lot more appealing right now. You managed to shift halfway out of his arms—almost—until he pulled you right back in with a sleepy whine.

“Don’t leave me,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your shoulder, clinging tighter like a stubborn koala.

You laughed softly. “You can go back to sleep, baby. I’m just gonna make us something to eat.”

But instead of letting you go, Chan moved fast for someone barely awake. He shifted on top of you, effectively pinning you to the bed as he settled his full weight across your body with a dramatic sigh.

You huffed out a laugh, hands instinctively finding his hair—soft and still freshly dyed a silvery gray, a little messy from sleep. Your fingers carded through it gently.

“You’re impossible,” you murmured, smiling despite yourself.

From where his face was buried in your neck, he grinned. “You love it.”

And, well… you couldn’t exactly argue with that.

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind—late-night rehearsals, endless schedules, barely enough time for a proper conversation. But now, with Stray Kids finally getting the weekend off, you and Chan found yourselves wrapped in the quiet you’d both been craving.

Chan had called it “making up for lost time,” but really, just having him here—head on your shoulder, fingers intertwined with yours—felt like time was finally standing still.

Five minutes later, your stomach grumbled again—louder this time.

Chan stirred, lifting his head from where it had been resting against your shoulder. His eyes blinked open slowly, still heavy with sleep, until the sound registered.

“Oh no,” he murmured, guilt flashing across his face. “Sorry, baby.”

Without another word, he sat up and gently pulled you with him, his hand warm around yours.

“Come on, let’s make breakfast together,” he said softly, already tugging you toward the edge of the bed.

He looked genuinely apologetic now, realizing he’d kept you in bed when you were clearly starving. “You should’ve kicked me off,” he mumbled as he helped you up.

You just smiled, leaning into his side. “I tried. You’re clingier than usual today.”

Chan grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I missed you more than I thought.”

And with fingers still laced together, you both padded toward the kitchen.

Apparently, Chan’s idea of making breakfast together is a little different from yours.

It starts with good intentions—you pull out the eggs, maybe reach for the mixing bowl—but you barely make it to the counter before his arms are around you. Strong and warm, looping around your waist like a human apron, chin resting on your shoulder, breath brushing the curve of your neck.

You roll your eyes and laugh, soft and fond. “I thought we were cooking together?”

“I am helping,” he mumbles, pressing a lazy kiss just beneath your ear. “Moral support.”

His version of "support" includes swaying gently with you to the background music, stealing kisses at the nape of your neck every time you try to flip a pancake, and murmuring sleepy compliments like "you smell good" or "you're too pretty to cook."

You pretend to grumble, trying to whisk one-handed while he refuses to let go. But truthfully, you don’t mind. Not even a little. These mornings are rare—Chan’s schedule pulls him away more often than not—so when he’s here, when he’s clinging to you like he never wants to let go, you let him.

Because there’s something about the way he holds you in the quiet of the morning, about how he hides his face in your neck like it’s the only place he wants to be, that makes the simplest things—eggs, coffee, warm pancakes—feel like home.

And if that means breakfast takes a little longer to make, well… that’s just part of the recipe now.

Now, you're sitting at the kitchen table, barefoot and content. His legs brushes against yours beneath the table. Chan says something funny, and it’s not even that funny, but you both laugh like it is. Because it’s morning, and you’re together, and everything feels softer somehow.

You sip what's left of your morning tea while he steals a bite of the pancake from your plate—even though Chan said he was full. Crumbs on fingers, syrup on his lips, easy smiles exchanged without thinking.

There’s no pressure to do anything else yet. The day can wait. This moment can stretch a little longer. It’s just breakfast, a late one at that. But with him, it feels like the beginning of something beautiful—every single time.

[coichii]

skz + fall dates !

summary ── skz and the fall dates they would take you on!

tags ── OT8skz (seperate) xfem!reader | fluff | (1110 wc)

warnings & notes ── mentions of food & that’s all! lmk if i missed anything! welcome to fall 🍂

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [방찬] bang chan

fall fest.

takes you to one of those fall festivals that smell of apple cider and hay.

has fun taking you around on the hay ride, picking the stray pieces out of your pretty hair.

makes sure he grabs the perfect pumpkin for you two to carve later that night, smiling as you struggle to pick it up because of how big it is.

takes silly pictures of you attempting the apple bobbing challenge (it’s now his lock screen, but you don’t know that)

he’s definitely the type to follow behind you in the corn maze, letting you run around pointing in different directions even if he knows you’re going the wrong way

he just can’t stop letting you have so much fun, especially when your smiling at him like that

ends up taking over anyways once your legs get tired from being in there for so long

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [민호] minho

haunted house.

let’s just say, this definitely wasn’t your idea

senses your panic when you arrive, pulling you to the side to tell you that you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to

holds your hand when you say you’re fine, grabbing your tickets and walking in

doesn’t jump at most of the jumpscares, to focused on making sure you’re genuinely okay and not too freaked out

secretly loves the way your body tightly holds on to him as you walk through (though he’d never admit that)

gives you lots of praises when you finally leave, talking about how brave you were

buys you a cup of apple cider after the fact at the market nearby

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [창빈] changbin

drive in movie.

sets the car up with tons of you & his favorite snacks & blankets

shields you from the brisk, fall air at any cost, piling most of the blankets on top of you despite shivering himself

once the sun sets and the movie starts, he can’t stop his eyes from drifting over to yours, loving the way the screen reflects in your eyes

the type to feed you the popcorn while you pay attention to the movie

lays your head on his chest, wrapping his arm around your waist as you both sigh in content, feeling the most relaxed you have in forever

packs up the car once the movie ends and you’ve fallen asleep, happily driving home with your snores being all the music he needs

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [현진] hyunjin

scenery walks.

loves to constantly go on walks with you, finding you even more appealing than the beauty of the orange and red leaves gracing the scenery

insist you wear his jacket anytime he sees that your even slightly cold

i mean, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you got sick, now would he?

constantly takes photos of you, some candid, some not

uses them for inspo for some sketches later

likes to talk to you about nothing and everything at the same time, letting you ramble any thought off of your head

if you’re not in the mood to talk, he has a playlist for the both of you to listen to, the silence between you two comforting rather than akward

ends up catching a cold

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [지성] jisung

movie nights.

jisung’s favorite type of date are indoors, so a movie night in is right up his alley

gets the two of you patching pajamas, taking an endless amount of photos of you looking positively adorable in onsie draped over your head

made tons of popcorn while you set up a pillow fort

decided to pick a scary movie, boasting about how he would “protect you” from the scary ghost and ghouls on screen

ended up being the one in need of comfort when he couldn’t stop jumping at every little thing, jumpscare or not

even though he was scared shitless, each time you flinched he was right there, grabbing you close to him and pressing little kisses against your cheeks

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [펠릭스] felix

fall baking.

you guessed it, felix is absolutely having you help him bake some pumpkin pies & cookies

reads off the instructions, laughing as he sees you cluelessly float around the kitchen looking for ingredients and measuring utensils

does the thing where he boops flour on your nose, smiling his contagious, angel, smile at you when you sneeze in reaction

there’s slow, calming music playing in the background, setting a calming atmosphere as you throw the batters and pie into the oven

finds it relaxing to sit there with you, talking about nothing in particular as the food bakes

almost burnt the cookies after being to entranced in what you were saying

what can he say, you looked too beautiful

gives you the first bite, blushing a little once you compliment his recipe

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [승민] seungmin

library dates.

knows you easily get stressed out during college season, so what better way to relax with you while you study rather than tag along with you!

buys you a cup of coffee at the local cafe

finds a book to distract himself with as you bury yourself in your work, constantly looking up at you as his way of checking in on you

at one point, he completely forgets the book laying in his hands, too busy staring at the slight glow of your lipgloss & the little furrow in your brow as you write down some notes

blushes furiously once you catch him staring, burring his reddening cheeks in his scarf once you start teasing him

“cmon, stop staring at me and focus…”

takes you to a little lunch spot nearby to treat you after working so hard

he can’t have his baby not eating well after all that work, no can he?

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [정인] jeongin

water lantern festival.

was ecstatic once he found out the day the water lantern festival was in town he had work off, immediately thinking of you

jaw drops once he sees the outfit you have on

“when did i get so lucky?” being the only thought rolling through his clueless head

brought you guys some snacks from the vendors as you wait for sun to set, eyes still unable to be distracted from the beauty you radiated

once it was time to release the lanterns, he wrote a promise to you on his, promising to marry you one day

when he read yours, he cried, silent tears streaming down his cheeks at how beautiful your words to him were

can’t deny the beauty of the multitude of lanterns floating on the waters surface, but can’t seem to pay attention to them when he has the beauty of you sitting right next to him

[coichii]

i finished!! i’m so tiredddd

it’s scheduled for 7am, so have fun!

[coichii]

Up past the time i should knowing damn well i have classes trying to make some headcanons, im SO tired but i’m almost done

[coichii]

Dare I say these are some of the best concept photos ever

[coichii]

0:29── a thought.

tags ( minho x fem!reader | fluff | no warnings )

“You know, the way everybody was looking at you today was driving me crazy.”

Minhos voice is heard through the sound of the loud air conditioner circulating air throughout your bedroom, cooling down the scorching hot summer weather. You both lay in bed, your head resting on his chest.

“Mhm? I didn’t notice.” You reply, a yawn sneaking its way into your throat. “Jealous?”

“Of course I am. I’m the only one that should have seen you in that pretty dress.” He replies, sneaking his arm to your waist. His grip is hard.

“You’re something else.” You giggle, laugher harder at the groan he lets out his lips. “Don’t be jealous, baby.”

“You’re just saying that cause you don’t see yourself how every other person with eyes does. Next time, save that dress for just me.” He whines, closing his eyes as sleepiness starts to enter his body.

It’s rare to get Minho like this. It only happens when he’s sleepy, and needy Minho comes out. It’s cute really, though he’d never admit to it in the morning.

“Awe, but I love the dress.” You fake pout, causing a little blush to appear on his cheeks which he quickly conceals.

“Mhm.” He mumbles, not listening to you as he presses a tender kiss to your lips. “So do I, so wear it for me.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him back as his burning hot skin grows even hotter.

“Only if you’ll kiss me like that again.”

[coichii]

0:29── a thought.

tags ( minho x fem!reader | fluff | no warnings )

“You know, the way everybody was looking at you today was driving me crazy.”

Minhos voice is heard through the sound of the loud air conditioner circulating air throughout your bedroom, cooling down the scorching hot summer weather. You both lay in bed, your head resting on his chest.

“Mhm? I didn’t notice.” You reply, a yawn sneaking its way into your throat. “Jealous?”

“Of course I am. I’m the only one that should have seen you in that pretty dress.” He replies, sneaking his arm to your waist. His grip is hard.

“You’re something else.” You giggle, laugher harder at the groan he lets out his lips. “Don’t be jealous, baby.”

“You’re just saying that cause you don’t see yourself how every other person with eyes does. Next time, save that dress for just me.” He whines, closing his eyes as sleepiness starts to enter his body.

It’s rare to get Minho like this. It only happens when he’s sleepy, and needy Minho comes out. It’s cute really, though he’d never admit to it in the morning.

“Awe, but I love the dress.” You fake pout, causing a little blush to appear on his cheeks which he quickly conceals.

“Mhm.” He mumbles, not listening to you as he presses a tender kiss to your lips. “So do I, so wear it for me.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him back as his burning hot skin grows even hotter.

“Only if you’ll kiss me like that again.”

[florihaei]

／⠀sweet boyfriend jungwon - ♥︎ - fluff !

reblog ◜ᴗ⁠◝ 𝟒kiss !

boyfriend jungwon who can’t stop calling you pretty.

you were lying on his bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone when jungwon crawled in beside you and immediately wrapped himself around you like he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon. his hair was still damp from his shower.

“pretty” he mumbled into your neck, lips brushing over your skin as he kissed you lazily over and over.

you blinked down at him. “what?”

he looked up, soft brown eyes half lidded, like he just woken up and decided loving you was his full time job now. “you’re so pretty it’s actually unfair.” he kissed your cheek, then your nose. “like.. so so pretty.”

you laughed. “you already said that three times today.”

“and i’ll said it three more times right now” he said grinning as he leaned in again. “pretty.” a kiss to your forehead. “pretty.” a kiss to your jaw. “prettiest.” a kiss to your lips that lingered just a second too long.

“your obsessed with me” you teased, but your voice went soft at the end, because your chest was already aching in that annoying, sweet way.

jungwon didn’t even pretend to argue. “obviously” he said, settling his head against your chest, his favorite pillow. “i don’t even like being away from you for longer than, like.. a hour.”

“your clingy.”

he shrugged looking at you. “you love it.”

and you did, you loved the way he held you like you might float away. the way he kissed every part of your face just because he wanted too. the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

“say it again.” you whispered, without meaning too.

he looked up. “that your pretty?”

you nodded, cheeks warm.

jungwon smiles and kissed your lips one more time, slower now like a promise. “you’re so so pretty” he said softly. “like heart hurting pretty.. makes me want to protect you forever and never let you go.”

© 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐈 　　(　　𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 　　) ╱ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 !!

[coichii]

SUPER RICH KIDS ! L.F

summary ── a graduation party has you getting drunk at a spoiled rotten pretty boys house, causing you to accidentally spend the night there. one small problem though. you’re a loser, and the pretty boy seems to be taking a liking to you. tags ── richboy!felix x loser!fem!reader | highschool au | fluff, angst, comfort, etc | (4767 wc)

warnings & notes ── itzys yuna & le serrafims yunjin mentioned, alcohol (I’ve never had alcohol before, sorry for inaccurate descriptions) throwing up + hangover, some cursing, bullying, harassment, some strange behavior from Felix (slight stalking), I’ve never been to a party, blood, and fighting.

Okay, having outgoing friends is absolutely not for the weak.

Graduation, the thing you had been looking forward to all 4 years of high-school had just passed. Finally, the idea of never logging into that damn school email sounds like heaven on earth.

It’s summer, meaning three months of freedom before it’s straight to college. You’re 18 now, officially an adult. But you will admit, attending a party hosted by a random rich asshole from your school wasn’t exactly what you had planned to celebrate this recent freedom.

It wasn’t your idea ofcourse. If anything, you wish you could be at home binging a new episode of that one show you started recently. Being surrounded by a bunch of alcohol and random kids smoking is pretty much the last thing you wanted to do on your first weekend off.

“Cmon! It’ll be fun!” Yuna exclaims, grabbing your hand and yanking you towards the huge mansion. Woah. This is the biggest house you’ve seen in a while.

Where you’re from, it’s not uncommon to see rich kids with huge houses. Actually, it’s pretty common. But none exactly compare to the “prince of the school’s” house. Well, that prince of the school stuff is just bullshit.

What’s so special about owning a big home or having a butler? It’s certainly something you would never understand. You’re well off, but compared to these kids, you might as well have nothing.

And it showed in the way they treated you. Whether it was bullying or judgmental stares in the hallway, it’s like they were always watching and judging, waiting to make fun of you.

So why your friends would want to hang out with a bunch of pricks who put on fake smiles behind all their evil is beyond you. Especially in the house of somebody like him.

“Please let me go home.” You whine, closing your eyes and the sound of music blasting out of the windows of the home. Hopefully someone will call the cops for a noise complaint. No wait… it’s not like the cops will do anything anyways.

“I’m not letting you spend your only summer before you go off to college in your room rotting. Please, y/n? You just need to come out of your comfort zone.” Yunjin, your other friend begs, pouting her lips at you like a kicked puppy.

A deep sigh leaves your lips. Of course she’s the one to try and guilt trip.

“Fine. But if any thing pops off, I’m calling an Uber.” You oblige, finally walking into the house.

There’s so many people here, yet it seems empty because of the sheer size of the house. Loud, bass boosted music carries itself throughout the entire house, echoing throughout your ears.

People are scattered throughout the building. Some just mingling, others drinking & dancing. Jeez, how the hell did this prick get his parents to agree to this.

“Hey! My crush is here! I didn’t know he was coming.” Yuna shouts, turning towards you with a giddy smile. “I’ll be right back, k?”

Before you can mutter a single sound of protest, she scatters toward the random pile of people. When you look to your right towards Yunjin, you notice she’s missing as well.

Great. She could be anywhere.

You’re in the last place you wanted to be, and now you’re alone with a bunch of random people. You would normally leave, but you need a ride from Yuna first, and the Uber was just a front. Of course today was a day you left your wallet.

Not only that, but it’s the middle of summer, so it’s hot as all get out. Seriously, how does a place like this not have a working A/C?

A thirst sets itself into your throat, stinging slightly. You walk over to a table with drinks, but it’s only alcohol, the smell burning the insides of your nostrils.

“Excuse me?” You ask, walking up to a random person that was laundering around the drinks table. “Is there any water?”

“No, only alcohol. Who even are you?” The boy answers rudely, staring at you with an expression mixed with disgust & confusion.

“Thank you, I guess?” You reply, a condescending tone falling onto your lips. Welp, with how bad this thirst is, I guess you don’t have much of a choice.

You pick up a plastic red cup, the drink shimmering in the light coming from the ceiling. A deep breath, then a sip.

It’s spicy, yet it’s surprisingly pleasant. It has a nice floral ring to it while also obviously including liquor.

You finish slurping on the drink, quickly picking up another to try. Different than the last one you had, but still delicious.

─── ★

Honestly, by this point, it’s hard to tell exactly how long you’ve been here. Maybe it’s dark, you can’t tell. All the blinds in the house are down.

Your phones somewhere, you don’t know. The only thing you do know right now is that you’ve definitely had too much to drink.

Your walking is unsteady, and you can feel the fogginess in your head. Okay, maybe 2 cups full was a bit much to have at one moment as a beginner.

Another thing you’re aware of, it’s been way too long since you’ve last seen Yunjin or Yuna. There’s also significantly less people in the house than there was when you got here.

“Oomph!” A deep voice shrieks as you feel your body bump into something. Looking up, you see a face, but you can’t exactly make out who it is.

They’re pretty.

“Woah, sorry about tha-“

“You’re pretty. Can I have your number?” Something you’d never expect to say tumbles from your lips, catching you slightly off guard. The alcohol is outweighing the logic in your body telling you to go look for Yuna & Yunjin and is telling you to keep talking to this random handsome guy.

“Flattered, but are you drunk? You have a reputation for hating people like me.” The voice says, soothing your ears.

“Forget that, I’m fine. Number. Now.” You slur, smiling and looking for your phone in imaginary pockets. “Fuck, where’d my phone go.”

“I think you’re drunk. Did you come with anyone, y/n?” They ask, voice sincere and soft. …Wait, how did they know my name?

“You know me?” You ask, an odd feeling washing over you.

“Yeah, I think you’re cute. We were in the same english class, how could I not.” he chuckles, and your eyes widen.

“Did you come with anyone?” He asks again, grabbing a cup of water for you and handing it to you. Ah. So they did have water. “Everyone’s going home, it’s late.”

“Yeah. I came with Yuna & Yunjin. Yuna was my ride.” You say, water soothing every part of your body.

“Ah, they left earlier. I think they were drunk.” He sighs. “Well, I guess you should spend the night.”

“Yeah, okay.” You respond, basically not understanding a single word he’s saying to you. Your only focus is drinking more water, helping the parched feeling on your throat.

“Well, you need to get sober. I guess I should give you more of that.” The guy says, going towards the empty kitchen to grab cold water out the fridge.

Suddenly, a random sickening feeling comes in your stomach. You gag, running towards the nearest trash can and releasing the contents of your stomach into it.

It’s a disgusting feeling, one that quickly has your head snapping right back into common sense mode.

Where the hell am I? What time is it? Where’d those two go?

“Y/n!” A familiar deep voice shouts, causing you to turn towards the noise.

Oh my God. The whole time, the man you were talking to, flirting with, begging him to give you his number. It was Felix. The epitome of everything that you hate.

His hand rubs over your back, pulling your hair out of your face and staring with concern. Why. Why is somebody like him concerned? He has bigger issues to worry about, not you.

“Get off of me.” You say, pushing his arm off of you. Your breath quickens up, a fear settling in your voice.

“Oh, seems you’ve sobered up. You should still spend the night, it’s too danger-“

“Shut up.” You spit, and he’s immediately silent, staring at you with widened eyes.

“I don’t know what ideas you have, but you can do them with someone else. I’m sober now, no need to play sympathy with me anymore. Thanks for the hospitality.” You say, a condescending tone in your words.

Standing up, you find where you left your purse on a random couch and try to make your way out of the house. Gosh, why are they all like that.

“Y/n! Cmon, I’m not like that. It’s dangerous this late, even for an Uber!” He pleads, racing towards you to try and stop you from leaving.

“Why would you care. You’re all the same. I’ll give you props for at least knowing my name, so stop acting like you give a shit about me.“ You say, turning your head back towards the man. His expression looks genuine, but it can’t be. It never is.

“It’s not that! I’ve liked you for a while, seriously I have. I’d do this for anybody, but especially you. Please. Think about it. It’s too dark.” He begs, eyes wide with sweat dripping down his face.

A deep breath in, and a deep breath out.

“Goodbye.” You deliver, turning your back towards him and slamming the door behind you.

Okay, he’s right. It’s dark & it’s dangerous out here. But whatever is out here is better than being in the same place as him.

You know where you’re going, all you have to do is keep running.

─── ★

The sun creaks its way through your blinds, stirring you awake. A headache is the first thing you feel when you come to your senses, echoing throughout the chambers of your skull.

You reach for you phone first thing, groaning at the brightness of the screen. 4pm… fuck.

Not to mention that, but your phone is spammed with instagrams notifications. They’re not from Yuna or Yunjin, so who else could it be.

30 messages from yongbokspg unread. Great. I thought I blocked him.

Not even bothering to read the messages, you put your phone down on the nightstand, taking in a deep breath of air in an attempt to subdue the growing nausea in your stomach.

Why’d you go to that stupid party, just for Yuna & Yunjin to leave you. You get they got drunk as-well, but still.

It doesn’t take long for tears to start swelling in your eyes, one rolling delicately down your cheek as you choke them down in your throat.

Ring! The doorbell sounds, causing a pit to form in your stomach. Of course, your parents are off on vacation. That’s the only way you got to go to this party anyways.

Planning to ignore it, you close your eyes again, hoping to be able to fall back asleep to help the exhaustion settled into your body. The sound rings again, again and again, the person being persistent on the other side.

Sighing, you get up out of bed, tying your hair up and washing your face while the doorbell ringing persists, groaning with annoyance at whoever the hell is doing all that on a random Saturday afternoon.

Walking towards the door, you swing it open, an expression of annoyance written all over your face as you lock eyes with the stranger.

“Can I hel-“

It’s him.

“Y/n. Are you oka-“

“How the hell did you get my adress.” You fumed, narrowing your eyes at him as his expression softens.

“I uh.. I-I got it from my dad. He works for the school board.” He admits, eyes turning down as a wave of guilt hits him. The only thing that hits you is anger.

“You what?” You hissed, surprise finding its way into your body. “I’m supposed to listen to what you say after you tell me that? That’s fucking creepy.”

“I know. I know it’s creepy. That was wrong of me, but I needed to make sure you were okay. Cmon! You ran out my house in the middle of the night then didn’t respond to any of the messages I sent you either! I had no choice.” He pleads, but it’s hard to believe him.

“Don’t you see the problem? I left your house because I’m scared you’ll take advantage of me the same way every other spoiled rich kid in the whole school does. Then, you use the same privilege you have to find me when I don’t want to see you! That’s the problem. You can’t even see past that and I’m supposed to talk to you? Get over yourself. Think about others, or is that impossible for people like you?”

Your words cut like a knife, sharply carving his soul into tiny little pieces of nothing. It’s then, where every moment leading up to this hits him like a truck.

Sure, he noticed you, and he did seriously like you. He always had from every single sight he got of you in english class or in the hallways. He always found you to be absolutely beautiful.

But.. how the hell were you supposed to know that? It’s not like he ever made an effort to talk to you. Not even a word. All the stuff you had to deal with in school, and you were just supposed to accept and trust him? How could you.

It’s so obvious that it’s shocking when he comes to this realization. You weren’t running away from him for any irrational reasons, it was all his fault that he didn’t realize. It was all him, and all he did was make everything worse, and give you even more of a reason not to trust him.

What an idiot.

“You’re right.” He concedes, and you let out a gasp of surprise.

“You’re absolutely right. I wasn’t thinking of anybody but myself. You made the best choice, and all I did was ruin the little trust you had for me even more. I’d understand if you called the police, but there’s something I need you to hear before that.”

You don’t know why, but you let him keep speaking.

“I’m being genuine. I’ve liked you since I first saw you in english class. I never talked to you because I was too nervous. Hard to believe, I know. But no one’s ever made me that nervous before. And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. All I did was think of myself, and continued to pursue you even when you were uncomfortable all because I got the chance to. I wanted you to be safe, but all I did was make you even more uncomfortable. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll leave you alone now.”

His voice is uncharacteristically low and somber, weird for somebody so outgoing. The look in his eyes, the genuine regret that looms in his eyes is enough to cause your heart to beat fast, your breath quickening up in the process.

He turns around, walking away from you and heading back to the car he had parked on the side of the road.

This boy. He lives in a completely different world than you do. He’ll never understand exactly what you go through. You’ve hated people like him since you could first remember. So why, why you find your self speaking is something you don’t think you’ll ever understand.

“Felix. I forgive you.”

He snaps his head back immediately, shock mixing in with his previous somber face. “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. I might.. never truly believe the fact that you’re even a bit attracted to me, but I don’t believe the fact that you’re a good person with good intentions. And for that, I forgive you.” You say, twisting your hands through your hairs. “You can leave n-“

Suddenly, you’re gagging. Ah. Hangover, right. Immediately, you make a run for the bathroom, throwing up the insides of your stomach into the toilet.

If there’s a top 1 worst feeling, throwing ups gotta be it. It’s a feeling that shakes you down to your core, spreading through your skin and body like poison.

Tears spring back into your eyes, cascading down your face as you attempt to stifle down your sobs.

“Y/n!” Felix shouts. Ofcourse he’s in the house now. God damnit.

“Where’s the nausea medicine, let me get it for you.” He says, a strangely soothing tone in his voice as he rubs your back.

You don’t have it in you to tell him to get the hell out, so all you can do is sigh and point to the cabinet above the sink. He immediately reacts, opting the doors and searching diligently through the messy shelves.

“Found it!”

He puts the correct dosage of pills into your hands, running to your kitchen to grab a bottle of water to help you swallow.

He watches as you take the pills, continuing to run his hands down your back in a comforting manner. Unlike yesterday, you let him.

His blonde hair falls over his eyes as you turn your head to him, a blush over his cheeks as he turns his head away. His hand moves to your head, giving you warming pets that melt into your soul.

“Uhm. Please, tell me if there’s anything you need.” He mutters, brown freckles shining. It’s easy to observe them to distract from the nausea. Huh, one’s a heart. Cute.

“No. Just.. don’t stop that hand thing.” You whispered, cringing at yourself in the process as you see a small smile fall upon his lips.

“With pleasure.”

─── ★

It’s been about six months since that whole interaction with Felix, and you two have been inseparable since. Where you went, he went and vice versa, of course.

It started with you following him back on instagram. Then it was texting & calling. That turned into hanging out whenever you got free time off your classes.

Surprisingly (at least to you), Felix was actually enrolled into a pretty decent college that wasn’t too far away from yours, so you were able to see each other pretty often.

Being his best friend was so easy for you, but for him, it was excruciating. All he wanted to do was pull you close and kiss those pretty lips of yours all day— no, for the rest of his life.

But to him, it just seemed like you didn’t see him like that. Like there was something in you preventing you from giving your heart to him, and he hated it.

He’d never want to make you uncomfortable, so if he had to bury his feelings down in the deepest pits of his heart in order to keep you in his life— hell, just even looking at him? He would, without any hesitation.

It wasn’t like that though, you did like him, you really did. The way his smile shined and warmed your heart every time wasn’t something that went unnoticed, just unaddressed.

You knew Felix was a good person, and you loved him for that. Even so, it’s not that easy to erase the fear in your heart that you’d never be good enough for him. I mean, he’s beautiful, a pure stunning angel sent from heaven itself.

And there’s you. Sure, you wouldn’t call yourself ugly, but can you call yourself beautiful around someone as gorgeous as him? Not really. He’s talented, smart, funny, kind, everything. And you, you’re a nerd who’s already cried at least 5 times over school and it’s just the first semester of freshman year.

As fate would have it, just like him, you’ll keep your feelings buried deep inside yourself. A future with him caged by the intimidation of senseless fear.

“It’s packed in here.” Felix says, grabbing your hand in an attempt to not lose you. A blush paints itself on your face.

“Since when are you not used to parties like this.” You reply, and he glares playfully back at you, stifling a giggle.

A party celebrating the end of the first semester at his school is where you were currently at. Interesting… you think you would have given up on parties after how the last one went.

Well you would have if Felix didn’t beg for you to come along, citing that “your presence helps him not get drunk.” or whatever nonsense he shared with you before dragging you out of your dorm room.

“Cmon, I heard they’re passing out drinks over there.” He squeals, squeezing the palm of your hand tighter as you scrape past multiple random people.

Felix was right; it is packed. The music bounces off the walls of the random dorm building, and it is smoldering hot. Ah, flashbacks.

All of a sudden, your body feels like it’s been hit by a brick wall as you slam into a random person infront of you. Their drink splashes all over you, soaking your clothes in the sour smell of the beer. Gross.

“Oh! I’m so sorry about that. I can go get you another. What did you ha-“

“The hell is your problem?” He screams loud enough for the people in the vicinity to hear over the deafening music and stare. As soon as you lock eyes with the stranger staring you down, your heart drops all the way down to your stomach.

It’s the guy you ran into at the party back in Highschool.

“Oh, it’s you. Still can’t get your head screwed on right at places like this, huh?” He spits, bitter words reopening an old wound you thought Felix had healed.

Speaking of Felix, he had been staring down the man ever since he noticed the smallest bit of malice in his voice, but now he’s trying to calm himself before he gets expelled.

“Hey man, chill out. She said she was sorry.” He says, voice covered in fake calmness. You can tell, you know him well enough.

The man turns his head towards Felix, and you can see the shock coat his face. “It’s that Felix I see. What are you doing here.. with her?” Oh.

“That’s none of your business. Cmon, let’s go get our drinks.” He responds before returning his attention to you, starting to pull you away from the man.

“Wait.”

Moments later, you feel him hand grab your shoulder. He has a sickeningly strong grip. It hurts, and he’s squeezing even tighter.

“Hey.. let go of me!” You scream, yanking your arm out of his grasp all running to Felix. You burry yourself into his arms, watching as the rather calm anger on his face turns to rage.

Usually, you’re able to protect yourself against pricks like these. Today though, something is different. You don’t know if it’s the setting of the party, or the fact that you’ve got someone who will take some of the weigh off your shoulders now. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Especially not now that Felix is walking up to the man with balled fist and a beyond pissed off expression.

You’ve spent a lot of time with Felix, but you’ve never seen him that angry before. The cliche saying “if looks could kill a man” unfortunately really fit with this situation.

“I know you didn’t just touch her.” He says, anger spilling through his clenched teeth.

“What? You actually give a shit? I don’t even know her name.” He rolls his eyes, folding his arms. “I just want a ‘proper’ apology, so why don’t you move on somewh-“

His sentence is cut off by felix swinging his left fist towards his jaw, knocking him clean down on the ground. An audible gasp is let out from most of the people standing around the commotion, some chanting fight while others silently grab their phones.

“Huh?! Do you wanna repeat that?!” Felix yells, and the guy gets off the ground before wiping the blood off of his bruised cheek.

“Whatever dude.. have fun with your bitch.” He dismisses, turning around to his back facing Felix.

“What did you just s-“

“Felix.” Your voice cuts through the thoughts he was having, brining a calmness through the fury in his brain. “Let’s just go home, k?”

Felix takes in a deep sigh before nodding a yes towards you. He doesn’t forget to take your hand once again while walking towards the exit, ignoring the judgmental & disappointed faces of everyone in the crowd staring at you two. The only thing that mattered to him was making sure you were comfortable and okay.

It doesn’t take long to exit the dorm. Since it was his college too, and thankfully also him dorm building, you two just decide to walk to his dorm, walking in silence as the music slowly fades out of radius.

When you walk into his dorm room, all you can do is give him a tight hug, pressing your whole body into his as if you were trying to merge into him. Not that you or him would be against that at all.

“Thank you.” Is all you can manage to say to him, burrowing your face into his chest and his face heats up from the proximity.

“Of course. Sorry he got to touch you first though.” He sighs, stroking your back just like you’ve always liked since you met him.

“Why are you sorry? It was all that guys fault for being a prick. You stood up for me when I couldn’t myself.” Your voice is low, each syllable soothing the still angry thoughts in Felix’s head.

“Yeah well, I hate when anyone messes with you. Feel like I failed at protecting you like I should’ve.” He stops running his hand up and down your back at this point, lifting your chin so that you’re looking him in his eyes. “I just.. don’t want you to suffer anymore.”

It’s as if the timid version of you from mere minutes ago is completely erased. Now, all you can think about is how close you two are.

You’re hugging the man you’ve liked— no loved since half a year ago so close for what? Just for you to throw it all away again because of a stupid fear that you’ll never be good enough for him? What’s the point in living in the cages of a fear made by those who never got the chance to know you.

Those cages might keep you safe, but if they’re going to take away the opportunity to be with the man that your heart desperately yearns for, they’re absolutely worth shattering.

“Y-You know… there’s something you can do to make me feel better.” You whisper, embarrassment quickly rushing over your features when he looks you in your eyes.

“Yeah? What’s that?” He asks, sincerity in every bit of his voice. A deep breath.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes widen, body growing hot within a matter of milliseconds. “H-huh? Are you sure? You always turned me down before.”

“I know, and that was always out of fear. But, I don’t want that to hold me back anymore.” You murmur, face growing hot. “So kiss me.”

Felix doesn’t wait any longer, bringing his hand to your head and bringing his lips to yours.

It’s soft, yet passionate at the same time. He presses deeper into you, walking you over to press you to a wall as you kiss him back.

If there’s anyway to die, it’s gotta be like this. The utter peace you’re feeling as you try to stop a tear from rolling down your face is unfathomable. It’s him, the man you thought you’d always hate. The man who’d soon became the final piece to the hole in your soul. The man who you soon fell madly in love with that you’re kissing.

And wow, does it feel like heaven on earth.

“Wow, I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” He sighs once he pulls away from your lips, a flush shared on both of your faces.

“Me too.” You whisper, putting your head into the collar of his neck. Peace & contention. The perfect feeling for right now.

“So… can I take you out for lunch tomorrow? I hope you know I plan on making you my girlfriend now.” He sheepishly asks, fiddling with his fingertips.

“Of course, but.. wasn’t that always the plan?”

“Sure, but now I can actually implement it.” He giggles, brining his hand to caresses your cheek again. “Now, kiss me again.”

[coichii]

and if Chan didn’t put you guys in your place this morning don’t even call urself a stay anymore !

[coichii]

SUPER RICH KIDS ! L.F

summary ── a graduation party has you getting drunk at a spoiled rotten pretty boys house, causing you to accidentally spend the night there. one small problem though. you’re a loser, and the pretty boy seems to be taking a liking to you. tags ── richboy!felix x loser!fem!reader | highschool au | fluff, angst, comfort, etc | (4767 wc)

warnings & notes ── itzys yuna & le serrafims yunjin mentioned, alcohol (I’ve never had alcohol before, sorry for inaccurate descriptions) throwing up + hangover, some cursing, bullying, harassment, some strange behavior from Felix (slight stalking), I’ve never been to a party, blood, and fighting.

Okay, having outgoing friends is absolutely not for the weak.

Graduation, the thing you had been looking forward to all 4 years of high-school had just passed. Finally, the idea of never logging into that damn school email sounds like heaven on earth.

It’s summer, meaning three months of freedom before it’s straight to college. You’re 18 now, officially an adult. But you will admit, attending a party hosted by a random rich asshole from your school wasn’t exactly what you had planned to celebrate this recent freedom.

It wasn’t your idea ofcourse. If anything, you wish you could be at home binging a new episode of that one show you started recently. Being surrounded by a bunch of alcohol and random kids smoking is pretty much the last thing you wanted to do on your first weekend off.

“Cmon! It’ll be fun!” Yuna exclaims, grabbing your hand and yanking you towards the huge mansion. Woah. This is the biggest house you’ve seen in a while.

Where you’re from, it’s not uncommon to see rich kids with huge houses. Actually, it’s pretty common. But none exactly compare to the “prince of the school’s” house. Well, that prince of the school stuff is just bullshit.

What’s so special about owning a big home or having a butler? It’s certainly something you would never understand. You’re well off, but compared to these kids, you might as well have nothing.

And it showed in the way they treated you. Whether it was bullying or judgmental stares in the hallway, it’s like they were always watching and judging, waiting to make fun of you.

So why your friends would want to hang out with a bunch of pricks who put on fake smiles behind all their evil is beyond you. Especially in the house of somebody like him.

“Please let me go home.” You whine, closing your eyes and the sound of music blasting out of the windows of the home. Hopefully someone will call the cops for a noise complaint. No wait… it’s not like the cops will do anything anyways.

“I’m not letting you spend your only summer before you go off to college in your room rotting. Please, y/n? You just need to come out of your comfort zone.” Yunjin, your other friend begs, pouting her lips at you like a kicked puppy.

A deep sigh leaves your lips. Of course she’s the one to try and guilt trip.

“Fine. But if any thing pops off, I’m calling an Uber.” You oblige, finally walking into the house.

There’s so many people here, yet it seems empty because of the sheer size of the house. Loud, bass boosted music carries itself throughout the entire house, echoing throughout your ears.

People are scattered throughout the building. Some just mingling, others drinking & dancing. Jeez, how the hell did this prick get his parents to agree to this.

“Hey! My crush is here! I didn’t know he was coming.” Yuna shouts, turning towards you with a giddy smile. “I’ll be right back, k?”

Before you can mutter a single sound of protest, she scatters toward the random pile of people. When you look to your right towards Yunjin, you notice she’s missing as well.

Great. She could be anywhere.

You’re in the last place you wanted to be, and now you’re alone with a bunch of random people. You would normally leave, but you need a ride from Yuna first, and the Uber was just a front. Of course today was a day you left your wallet.

Not only that, but it’s the middle of summer, so it’s hot as all get out. Seriously, how does a place like this not have a working A/C?

A thirst sets itself into your throat, stinging slightly. You walk over to a table with drinks, but it’s only alcohol, the smell burning the insides of your nostrils.

“Excuse me?” You ask, walking up to a random person that was laundering around the drinks table. “Is there any water?”

“No, only alcohol. Who even are you?” The boy answers rudely, staring at you with an expression mixed with disgust & confusion.

“Thank you, I guess?” You reply, a condescending tone falling onto your lips. Welp, with how bad this thirst is, I guess you don’t have much of a choice.

You pick up a plastic red cup, the drink shimmering in the light coming from the ceiling. A deep breath, then a sip.

It’s spicy, yet it’s surprisingly pleasant. It has a nice floral ring to it while also obviously including liquor.

You finish slurping on the drink, quickly picking up another to try. Different than the last one you had, but still delicious.

─── ★

Honestly, by this point, it’s hard to tell exactly how long you’ve been here. Maybe it’s dark, you can’t tell. All the blinds in the house are down.

Your phones somewhere, you don’t know. The only thing you do know right now is that you’ve definitely had too much to drink.

Your walking is unsteady, and you can feel the fogginess in your head. Okay, maybe 2 cups full was a bit much to have at one moment as a beginner.

Another thing you’re aware of, it’s been way too long since you’ve last seen Yunjin or Yuna. There’s also significantly less people in the house than there was when you got here.

“Oomph!” A deep voice shrieks as you feel your body bump into something. Looking up, you see a face, but you can’t exactly make out who it is.

They’re pretty.

“Woah, sorry about tha-“

“You’re pretty. Can I have your number?” Something you’d never expect to say tumbles from your lips, catching you slightly off guard. The alcohol is outweighing the logic in your body telling you to go look for Yuna & Yunjin and is telling you to keep talking to this random handsome guy.

“Flattered, but are you drunk? You have a reputation for hating people like me.” The voice says, soothing your ears.

“Forget that, I’m fine. Number. Now.” You slur, smiling and looking for your phone in imaginary pockets. “Fuck, where’d my phone go.”

“I think you’re drunk. Did you come with anyone, y/n?” They ask, voice sincere and soft. …Wait, how did they know my name?

“You know me?” You ask, an odd feeling washing over you.

“Yeah, I think you’re cute. We were in the same english class, how could I not.” he chuckles, and your eyes widen.

“Did you come with anyone?” He asks again, grabbing a cup of water for you and handing it to you. Ah. So they did have water. “Everyone’s going home, it’s late.”

“Yeah. I came with Yuna & Yunjin. Yuna was my ride.” You say, water soothing every part of your body.

“Ah, they left earlier. I think they were drunk.” He sighs. “Well, I guess you should spend the night.”

“Yeah, okay.” You respond, basically not understanding a single word he’s saying to you. Your only focus is drinking more water, helping the parched feeling on your throat.

“Well, you need to get sober. I guess I should give you more of that.” The guy says, going towards the empty kitchen to grab cold water out the fridge.

Suddenly, a random sickening feeling comes in your stomach. You gag, running towards the nearest trash can and releasing the contents of your stomach into it.

It’s a disgusting feeling, one that quickly has your head snapping right back into common sense mode.

Where the hell am I? What time is it? Where’d those two go?

“Y/n!” A familiar deep voice shouts, causing you to turn towards the noise.

Oh my God. The whole time, the man you were talking to, flirting with, begging him to give you his number. It was Felix. The epitome of everything that you hate.

His hand rubs over your back, pulling your hair out of your face and staring with concern. Why. Why is somebody like him concerned? He has bigger issues to worry about, not you.

“Get off of me.” You say, pushing his arm off of you. Your breath quickens up, a fear settling in your voice.

“Oh, seems you’ve sobered up. You should still spend the night, it’s too danger-“

“Shut up.” You spit, and he’s immediately silent, staring at you with widened eyes.

“I don’t know what ideas you have, but you can do them with someone else. I’m sober now, no need to play sympathy with me anymore. Thanks for the hospitality.” You say, a condescending tone in your words.

Standing up, you find where you left your purse on a random couch and try to make your way out of the house. Gosh, why are they all like that.

“Y/n! Cmon, I’m not like that. It’s dangerous this late, even for an Uber!” He pleads, racing towards you to try and stop you from leaving.

“Why would you care. You’re all the same. I’ll give you props for at least knowing my name, so stop acting like you give a shit about me.“ You say, turning your head back towards the man. His expression looks genuine, but it can’t be. It never is.

“It’s not that! I’ve liked you for a while, seriously I have. I’d do this for anybody, but especially you. Please. Think about it. It’s too dark.” He begs, eyes wide with sweat dripping down his face.

A deep breath in, and a deep breath out.

“Goodbye.” You deliver, turning your back towards him and slamming the door behind you.

Okay, he’s right. It’s dark & it’s dangerous out here. But whatever is out here is better than being in the same place as him.

You know where you’re going, all you have to do is keep running.

─── ★

The sun creaks its way through your blinds, stirring you awake. A headache is the first thing you feel when you come to your senses, echoing throughout the chambers of your skull.

You reach for you phone first thing, groaning at the brightness of the screen. 4pm… fuck.

Not to mention that, but your phone is spammed with instagrams notifications. They’re not from Yuna or Yunjin, so who else could it be.

30 messages from yongbokspg unread. Great. I thought I blocked him.

Not even bothering to read the messages, you put your phone down on the nightstand, taking in a deep breath of air in an attempt to subdue the growing nausea in your stomach.

Why’d you go to that stupid party, just for Yuna & Yunjin to leave you. You get they got drunk as-well, but still.

It doesn’t take long for tears to start swelling in your eyes, one rolling delicately down your cheek as you choke them down in your throat.

Ring! The doorbell sounds, causing a pit to form in your stomach. Of course, your parents are off on vacation. That’s the only way you got to go to this party anyways.

Planning to ignore it, you close your eyes again, hoping to be able to fall back asleep to help the exhaustion settled into your body. The sound rings again, again and again, the person being persistent on the other side.

Sighing, you get up out of bed, tying your hair up and washing your face while the doorbell ringing persists, groaning with annoyance at whoever the hell is doing all that on a random Saturday afternoon.

Walking towards the door, you swing it open, an expression of annoyance written all over your face as you lock eyes with the stranger.

“Can I hel-“

It’s him.

“Y/n. Are you oka-“

“How the hell did you get my adress.” You fumed, narrowing your eyes at him as his expression softens.

“I uh.. I-I got it from my dad. He works for the school board.” He admits, eyes turning down as a wave of guilt hits him. The only thing that hits you is anger.

“You what?” You hissed, surprise finding its way into your body. “I’m supposed to listen to what you say after you tell me that? That’s fucking creepy.”

“I know. I know it’s creepy. That was wrong of me, but I needed to make sure you were okay. Cmon! You ran out my house in the middle of the night then didn’t respond to any of the messages I sent you either! I had no choice.” He pleads, but it’s hard to believe him.

“Don’t you see the problem? I left your house because I’m scared you’ll take advantage of me the same way every other spoiled rich kid in the whole school does. Then, you use the same privilege you have to find me when I don’t want to see you! That’s the problem. You can’t even see past that and I’m supposed to talk to you? Get over yourself. Think about others, or is that impossible for people like you?”

Your words cut like a knife, sharply carving his soul into tiny little pieces of nothing. It’s then, where every moment leading up to this hits him like a truck.

Sure, he noticed you, and he did seriously like you. He always had from every single sight he got of you in english class or in the hallways. He always found you to be absolutely beautiful.

But.. how the hell were you supposed to know that? It’s not like he ever made an effort to talk to you. Not even a word. All the stuff you had to deal with in school, and you were just supposed to accept and trust him? How could you.

It’s so obvious that it’s shocking when he comes to this realization. You weren’t running away from him for any irrational reasons, it was all his fault that he didn’t realize. It was all him, and all he did was make everything worse, and give you even more of a reason not to trust him.

What an idiot.

“You’re right.” He concedes, and you let out a gasp of surprise.

“You’re absolutely right. I wasn’t thinking of anybody but myself. You made the best choice, and all I did was ruin the little trust you had for me even more. I’d understand if you called the police, but there’s something I need you to hear before that.”

You don’t know why, but you let him keep speaking.

“I’m being genuine. I’ve liked you since I first saw you in english class. I never talked to you because I was too nervous. Hard to believe, I know. But no one’s ever made me that nervous before. And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. All I did was think of myself, and continued to pursue you even when you were uncomfortable all because I got the chance to. I wanted you to be safe, but all I did was make you even more uncomfortable. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll leave you alone now.”

His voice is uncharacteristically low and somber, weird for somebody so outgoing. The look in his eyes, the genuine regret that looms in his eyes is enough to cause your heart to beat fast, your breath quickening up in the process.

He turns around, walking away from you and heading back to the car he had parked on the side of the road.

This boy. He lives in a completely different world than you do. He’ll never understand exactly what you go through. You’ve hated people like him since you could first remember. So why, why you find your self speaking is something you don’t think you’ll ever understand.

“Felix. I forgive you.”

He snaps his head back immediately, shock mixing in with his previous somber face. “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. I might.. never truly believe the fact that you’re even a bit attracted to me, but I don’t believe the fact that you’re a good person with good intentions. And for that, I forgive you.” You say, twisting your hands through your hairs. “You can leave n-“

Suddenly, you’re gagging. Ah. Hangover, right. Immediately, you make a run for the bathroom, throwing up the insides of your stomach into the toilet.

If there’s a top 1 worst feeling, throwing ups gotta be it. It’s a feeling that shakes you down to your core, spreading through your skin and body like poison.

Tears spring back into your eyes, cascading down your face as you attempt to stifle down your sobs.

“Y/n!” Felix shouts. Ofcourse he’s in the house now. God damnit.

“Where’s the nausea medicine, let me get it for you.” He says, a strangely soothing tone in his voice as he rubs your back.

You don’t have it in you to tell him to get the hell out, so all you can do is sigh and point to the cabinet above the sink. He immediately reacts, opting the doors and searching diligently through the messy shelves.

“Found it!”

He puts the correct dosage of pills into your hands, running to your kitchen to grab a bottle of water to help you swallow.

He watches as you take the pills, continuing to run his hands down your back in a comforting manner. Unlike yesterday, you let him.

His blonde hair falls over his eyes as you turn your head to him, a blush over his cheeks as he turns his head away. His hand moves to your head, giving you warming pets that melt into your soul.

“Uhm. Please, tell me if there’s anything you need.” He mutters, brown freckles shining. It’s easy to observe them to distract from the nausea. Huh, one’s a heart. Cute.

“No. Just.. don’t stop that hand thing.” You whispered, cringing at yourself in the process as you see a small smile fall upon his lips.

“With pleasure.”

─── ★

It’s been about six months since that whole interaction with Felix, and you two have been inseparable since. Where you went, he went and vice versa, of course.

It started with you following him back on instagram. Then it was texting & calling. That turned into hanging out whenever you got free time off your classes.

Surprisingly (at least to you), Felix was actually enrolled into a pretty decent college that wasn’t too far away from yours, so you were able to see each other pretty often.

Being his best friend was so easy for you, but for him, it was excruciating. All he wanted to do was pull you close and kiss those pretty lips of yours all day— no, for the rest of his life.

But to him, it just seemed like you didn’t see him like that. Like there was something in you preventing you from giving your heart to him, and he hated it.

He’d never want to make you uncomfortable, so if he had to bury his feelings down in the deepest pits of his heart in order to keep you in his life— hell, just even looking at him? He would, without any hesitation.

It wasn’t like that though, you did like him, you really did. The way his smile shined and warmed your heart every time wasn’t something that went unnoticed, just unaddressed.

You knew Felix was a good person, and you loved him for that. Even so, it’s not that easy to erase the fear in your heart that you’d never be good enough for him. I mean, he’s beautiful, a pure stunning angel sent from heaven itself.

And there’s you. Sure, you wouldn’t call yourself ugly, but can you call yourself beautiful around someone as gorgeous as him? Not really. He’s talented, smart, funny, kind, everything. And you, you’re a nerd who’s already cried at least 5 times over school and it’s just the first semester of freshman year.

As fate would have it, just like him, you’ll keep your feelings buried deep inside yourself. A future with him caged by the intimidation of senseless fear.

“It’s packed in here.” Felix says, grabbing your hand in an attempt to not lose you. A blush paints itself on your face.

“Since when are you not used to parties like this.” You reply, and he glares playfully back at you, stifling a giggle.

A party celebrating the end of the first semester at his school is where you were currently at. Interesting… you think you would have given up on parties after how the last one went.

Well you would have if Felix didn’t beg for you to come along, citing that “your presence helps him not get drunk.” or whatever nonsense he shared with you before dragging you out of your dorm room.

“Cmon, I heard they’re passing out drinks over there.” He squeals, squeezing the palm of your hand tighter as you scrape past multiple random people.

Felix was right; it is packed. The music bounces off the walls of the random dorm building, and it is smoldering hot. Ah, flashbacks.

All of a sudden, your body feels like it’s been hit by a brick wall as you slam into a random person infront of you. Their drink splashes all over you, soaking your clothes in the sour smell of the beer. Gross.

“Oh! I’m so sorry about that. I can go get you another. What did you ha-“

“The hell is your problem?” He screams loud enough for the people in the vicinity to hear over the deafening music and stare. As soon as you lock eyes with the stranger staring you down, your heart drops all the way down to your stomach.

It’s the guy you ran into at the party back in Highschool.

“Oh, it’s you. Still can’t get your head screwed on right at places like this, huh?” He spits, bitter words reopening an old wound you thought Felix had healed.

Speaking of Felix, he had been staring down the man ever since he noticed the smallest bit of malice in his voice, but now he’s trying to calm himself before he gets expelled.

“Hey man, chill out. She said she was sorry.” He says, voice covered in fake calmness. You can tell, you know him well enough.

The man turns his head towards Felix, and you can see the shock coat his face. “It’s that Felix I see. What are you doing here.. with her?” Oh.

“That’s none of your business. Cmon, let’s go get our drinks.” He responds before returning his attention to you, starting to pull you away from the man.

“Wait.”

Moments later, you feel him hand grab your shoulder. He has a sickeningly strong grip. It hurts, and he’s squeezing even tighter.

“Hey.. let go of me!” You scream, yanking your arm out of his grasp all running to Felix. You burry yourself into his arms, watching as the rather calm anger on his face turns to rage.

Usually, you’re able to protect yourself against pricks like these. Today though, something is different. You don’t know if it’s the setting of the party, or the fact that you’ve got someone who will take some of the weigh off your shoulders now. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Especially not now that Felix is walking up to the man with balled fist and a beyond pissed off expression.

You’ve spent a lot of time with Felix, but you’ve never seen him that angry before. The cliche saying “if looks could kill a man” unfortunately really fit with this situation.

“I know you didn’t just touch her.” He says, anger spilling through his clenched teeth.

“What? You actually give a shit? I don’t even know her name.” He rolls his eyes, folding his arms. “I just want a ‘proper’ apology, so why don’t you move on somewh-“

His sentence is cut off by felix swinging his left fist towards his jaw, knocking him clean down on the ground. An audible gasp is let out from most of the people standing around the commotion, some chanting fight while others silently grab their phones.

“Huh?! Do you wanna repeat that?!” Felix yells, and the guy gets off the ground before wiping the blood off of his bruised cheek.

“Whatever dude.. have fun with your bitch.” He dismisses, turning around to his back facing Felix.

“What did you just s-“

“Felix.” Your voice cuts through the thoughts he was having, brining a calmness through the fury in his brain. “Let’s just go home, k?”

Felix takes in a deep sigh before nodding a yes towards you. He doesn’t forget to take your hand once again while walking towards the exit, ignoring the judgmental & disappointed faces of everyone in the crowd staring at you two. The only thing that mattered to him was making sure you were comfortable and okay.

It doesn’t take long to exit the dorm. Since it was his college too, and thankfully also him dorm building, you two just decide to walk to his dorm, walking in silence as the music slowly fades out of radius.

When you walk into his dorm room, all you can do is give him a tight hug, pressing your whole body into his as if you were trying to merge into him. Not that you or him would be against that at all.

“Thank you.” Is all you can manage to say to him, burrowing your face into his chest and his face heats up from the proximity.

“Of course. Sorry he got to touch you first though.” He sighs, stroking your back just like you’ve always liked since you met him.

“Why are you sorry? It was all that guys fault for being a prick. You stood up for me when I couldn’t myself.” Your voice is low, each syllable soothing the still angry thoughts in Felix’s head.

“Yeah well, I hate when anyone messes with you. Feel like I failed at protecting you like I should’ve.” He stops running his hand up and down your back at this point, lifting your chin so that you’re looking him in his eyes. “I just.. don’t want you to suffer anymore.”

It’s as if the timid version of you from mere minutes ago is completely erased. Now, all you can think about is how close you two are.

You’re hugging the man you’ve liked— no loved since half a year ago so close for what? Just for you to throw it all away again because of a stupid fear that you’ll never be good enough for him? What’s the point in living in the cages of a fear made by those who never got the chance to know you.

Those cages might keep you safe, but if they’re going to take away the opportunity to be with the man that your heart desperately yearns for, they’re absolutely worth shattering.

“Y-You know… there’s something you can do to make me feel better.” You whisper, embarrassment quickly rushing over your features when he looks you in your eyes.

“Yeah? What’s that?” He asks, sincerity in every bit of his voice. A deep breath.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes widen, body growing hot within a matter of milliseconds. “H-huh? Are you sure? You always turned me down before.”

“I know, and that was always out of fear. But, I don’t want that to hold me back anymore.” You murmur, face growing hot. “So kiss me.”

Felix doesn’t wait any longer, bringing his hand to your head and bringing his lips to yours.

It’s soft, yet passionate at the same time. He presses deeper into you, walking you over to press you to a wall as you kiss him back.

If there’s anyway to die, it’s gotta be like this. The utter peace you’re feeling as you try to stop a tear from rolling down your face is unfathomable. It’s him, the man you thought you’d always hate. The man who’d soon became the final piece to the hole in your soul. The man who you soon fell madly in love with that you’re kissing.

And wow, does it feel like heaven on earth.

“Wow, I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” He sighs once he pulls away from your lips, a flush shared on both of your faces.

“Me too.” You whisper, putting your head into the collar of his neck. Peace & contention. The perfect feeling for right now.

“So… can I take you out for lunch tomorrow? I hope you know I plan on making you my girlfriend now.” He sheepishly asks, fiddling with his fingertips.

“Of course, but.. wasn’t that always the plan?”

“Sure, but now I can actually implement it.” He giggles, brining his hand to caresses your cheek again. “Now, kiss me again.”