for a moment, he just looks at soobin. the tension from before is still there, faint around the edges, but it isnât breaking anything. it isnât pulling them apart. soobin is still close, still touching him like this, still searching his face instead of turning away. thatâs the part that matters.
something in felixâs chest easesânot all the way, not enough to feel light, but enough to steady him. enough to remind him that theyâre still here. that whatever this was, it didnât take soobin from him. âiâm okay.â not because everything is settled, but because he knows what he needs to do now. where to guide this. how to bring them back to something that feels like them again.
he doesnât leave the space open after that. doesnât let the moment linger too long in that fragile place where it could tip back into something heavier. instead, he leans in just enough to press a light kiss to soobinâs temple, slow and deliberate, letting it sit there for a second before pulling back.
âi'm just glad weâre okay,â felix murmurs, quieter now. his hand slides a little higher along soobinâs side, settling there, keeping him close without holding too tight. like heâs anchoring them both in this version of thingsâthe one where nothing is slipping, nothing is breaking, where they can just exist without overthinking it.
âcome here,â he adds gently, though soobin already is. still, he draws him in a little closer, arms wrapping around him properly this time, more sure, more present. his chin dips to rest lightly against the top of soobinâs head, holding him there in a way that feels familiar, easy. and maybe thatâs the point. "now, can i please make you dinner? i went to cheongdam and got that milk bread you like for dessert."
soobin's hand starts to move without much thought, slow and absent as it traces along felixâs back, up, then down again, fingers brushing lightly like heâs grounding himself in the feel of him. "yeah," he repeats "weâre okay."
felixâs words about dinner settle in a second later, and something in soobin softens even more. "you got milk bread?" thereâs a small shift in his tone. something fond slipping through as he tilts his head just slightly, like that detail landed deeper than anything else. his fingers slow where they rest against felixâs side, brushing once more before settling there. "you didnât have to do all that," he adds quietly, though it doesnât sound like he minds at all. if anything, the opposite.
he exhales softly, leaning into him just a little more before lifting his head enough to look up again. "iâm not saying no to that," he admits, a faint, tired smile pulling at his lips. then, after a small pause like heâs catching up to his original train of thought, his brows knit slightly.
"wait," he glances toward the room for a second before looking back at felix. "do you know where i left my sleeping shirt?" his hand resumes its slow, absent path along felixâs back as he speaks, tone quieter now. "i was trying to find it earlier... before i got distracted. these clothes are starting to bug me and i want to get comfortable."
âyeah,â he echoes softly, his hand resting firm and warm at soobinâs side. felix lets out a quiet breath as soobin settles into him, the slow, absent movement of his hand along his back grounding in a way that feels familiar again. when soobin mentions the milk bread, felix huffs a small, almost shy breath of a laugh against his hair, something lighter finally slipping through. âof course i did,â he murmurs. his fingers trace a slow line along soobinâs side, a quiet reassurance in the motion.
âi wanted to,â he adds, softer. itâs simple. uncomplicated. something he can give without overthinking it. he lets the moment sit there for a second, warm and settled, before soobinâs next question pulls his attention back. felix lifts his head slightly, glancing around the room as if the answer might just be sitting out in the open.
âyour sleeping shirt?â his hand slides from soobinâs side as he leans back just enough to look properly, gaze flicking toward the dresser. âi did the wash last night,â he says after a second, voice thoughtful. âitâs in the top drawer. i put some sweats you left here in there too, but itâs cleared out for you to put whatever you want in there.â
felixâs gaze drops back to soobin, softer again, taking in the slight tension in his expression. his hand lingers for a second longer at soobinâs side, thumb brushing once more in that same slow, grounding way before he lets him go, giving him the space to move. âcâmon,â felix adds gently, nudging him just a little. âgo get comfortable. iâll get started on dinner.â

















