Yall I started my cycle yesterday and I’m so heated like omggggg but hey atleast I’m not pregnant so a win is a win. Have you guys even ponytail jisung like I need to have this man its ridiculous atp ok baiii💋
Edited: Yall I forgot to add the song omg but this song reminds me of Felix ok baiii again💋
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Synopsis~ An argument with your boyfriend Felix is rare, but it happens.
Warnings~ Smut, Dom Felix, Filthy dirty talk, slightly degrading, oral, ass slapping, being tied up, messy, squirting, quick after care
Word Count~ 1.9k
Felix was exhausted these days. Eyes red, moving slower, had back problems, and was a little snappy.
But you stood by him and understood that .
The company has been working him to death, and you were getting concerned for him.
Chan talked to you about talking to him. He knew that Felix usually listens to you. He didn't get mad at you either.
So, you put on a front as you watched him walk through the door. He sighed heavily, “Hey baby.”
He pressed a kiss to your forehead and limped to the bathroom. You pouted, following after him.
“Are you okay?”
Felix turned to you, “Yeah. Don’t worry. Nothing some sleep can’t fix.”
You said nervously, “Yeah, but I’ve noticed you have been in a lot of pain.”
Felix inspected your face. “Why do you look so nervous?”
You said, “Because I’m scared to intrude. I don’t wanna get on your nerves.”
Felix laughed, but instead of reassuring you like usual, he said, “Well, if you feel like you might piss me off, then you probably will. Yeah?”
Your eyes widened in terror. What did he just say to you? His tone was snappy too.
You get he’s tired, but that was really rude.
You huffed, “Hey? Don’t talk to me like that. I didn’t deserve that attitude.”
Felix looked you over, “Look, Y/N. I’m tired, okay? My back is in so much pain, and the last thing I want to hear is my girlfriend nagging about my schedule.”
Your voice was quiet, “I’m not nagging.” Felix’s face got a little red. “Then what would you call it, Y/N?”
You jumped from the anger displayed on his face. You said, “I’d call it concern for your fucking health!”
Felix saw the rigidness in your posture. The way your leg couldn't stay still. The way you were avoiding eye contact.
All things to let him know you were scared. Scared of him.
You said, “You're withering in front of my eyes. You expect me to be okay with that? You’re my boyfriend. We talk about getting married and having kids. You can’t do that when you work this fucking much.”
Felix huffed, “Y/N, what the hell do you want me to do? Quit?! I have to keep going.”
You began to cry, anger boiling in your chest. “I don’t fucking care! You’re in pain. I’m already worried about Seungmin. He’s in pain, limping. You-”
You sniffled, taking a step back. Felix was angry, tired. But the way you were breaking down had him wavering.
Felix said, “Y/N?” You shooed him away, covering your face as you walked to your shared room.
You sat on the bed and just cried. You had to think. He wasn’t looking good at all. It was scary.
Even makeup couldn’t cover those eye bags. You love Felix so much that you’re genuinely scared of him losing himself on this job.
Scared he’d leave you for his dreams. It’s selfish, you know. But there comes a time when there isn't enough space for you in his career.
You hugged your knees. You heard a knock on the door and looked up. Felix was leaning against the doorway, staring.
You said, “I need a minute, Lixie.”
Felix sighed, not saying anything. He walked into the room and sat next to you.
You closed your eyes from a slight frustration. You pinched your eyes together so tight a tear escaped.
Felix looked at you and said, “What’s this about?” He held your hand, holding it tight between his warm hands.
You furrowed your eyebrows, hugging him tight. Felix hesitated in shock. His hands wrapped around you tightly.
You confessed, “I’m embarrassed to tell you.”
You pouted on his chest. Felix lay on his back, letting you lie with him.
Felix said, “I’m sorry for getting so angry. I shouldn’t do that. You’re gonna be my wife someday. I don’t want to yell at you. I should be a man.”
You furrowed your eyebrows to look at him. “What? So yelling is girly?”
Felix chuckled, “I’m not doing this with you.”
You climbed closer to kiss his lips. Felix looked at you; his eyes didn’t close when you kissed him.
You said, “Lixie, are you okay?” He nodded, “I’m going to be okay.”
You said, “But are you?”
You rolled off his chest, onto your back. Now you two were both looking at the ceiling, thinking.
You said, “I feel like I’m getting left behind a bit. We’re at that age where we should be planning our future. Yet, you’re still working just as hard as before. If not, more.”
Felix’s voice was deeper when he spoke, “No. I’m not leaving you behind. All I think about is coming home to you. I love you.”
You said, “Today didn’t feel like you looked forward to seeing me.”
You pouted, “And I missed you.”
Felix turned to his side and hugged you close. Your face was back in his chest. “All the brands I bring you… all the money I bring home, all of this is for you.”
You cupped his face, “But I want it to be for us. I want us to be okay. I want us to be happy. I want us to get what we both want and need.”
Felix smiled, “And we will. One day. Right now I have to work for you. Because I’m the man of this house and the provider. So just bear with me a little bit.”
You nodded, “Okay. I’ll calm down. Just don’t leave me, okay?”
Felix tilted his head, “That's what it's about?” He pressed his forehead into yours, digging into your skull.
“Ow! Stop!”
Felix pressed a kiss into your cheek, “Don’t ever say that again. I would never leave you.”
You pouted, “Then don’t yell at me anymore.” Felix pushed you onto your back and sat on top of you.
He pinned your arms above your head and huffed, “Okay, I’m sorry.”
You smiled, kissing him softly. This one felt like it’d lead to more.
His tongue slipped into your mouth. You huffed, wanting to touch him.
Felix pulled away to smile at you. You pouted, "Let me go." Felix smirked, his voice deep. "No. I'm gonna pin you down all night and fuck you like a toy. You understand me?"
You whined as he flipped you over. His hands were still tight around your wrist as he arched your back. Your ass was in his face.
His lip caught between his teeth as he groaned with anticipation. He slipped your panties down your thick thighs and kissed your ass cheek.
"I'm gonna let go, stay still, or I'll tie you up." You whimpered, and Felix dug in.
He slapped your ass before sucking right onto your bud. It was wet, messy, and you were already leaking from your hole in seconds.
Felix was groaning as he flicked and sucked all over you. It was the kind of feeling that made your arms go weak.
That's what happened. Your face planted into the pillows, shaking for any kind of recovery.
Felix didn't stop when you came. He kept going for another round.
You were a whimpering mess in the pillows. You couldn't even control yourself anymore. You brought your finger down to rub your clit, and Felix lightly bit your fingers.
You sighed, pulling your fingers away. Felix quirked his eyebrow, "Mm, put your hands up."
You put your hands up, and he left for a quick moment.
He came back with a shoestring and tape.
You said, "You were serious?" Felix laughed, "I'm a man of my word."
You rolled your eyes, "I don't know how into this I'll be. I like to feel you."
Felix said, "Let's try something new." You looked at him, and his eyes went puppy. "We don't have to if-" You said, "No! If this is what you like, we'll try it. I trust you."
He smiled and went back to tying you up.
He pulled away to take off his shirt, and you whined, "Let me feel you."
He inched closer, letting you feel his rigid abs. God, he felt amazing. He's so hot. Sometimes you can't believe you get to see him like this.
You can't believe you're dating him.
Jesus.
Anyways, he slipped under your arms, so now your arms were around his neck, still tied together.
He pressed more kisses into your lips. His hands slipped under your shirt to unclip the bra you wore. He sucked on your nipples.
Your hands were shaking from pleasure. You were so sensitive to him. Everything was so slow and sensual, you couldn't understand.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your pussy clenched around nothing for the forty-first time.
He kissed your chest, then your sternum, then he was right back to your face. He kissed all around your pretty cheeks.
He asked, "You ready, love bug?" You nodded.
You lifted your arms so Felix could see what he was doing.
He unbuckled his baggy jeans and angled himself. He slipped in, the tip itself sending a wave of pleasure.
Tonight was one of those nights where you were overly horny for absolutely no reason.
He slipped in so easily, he stumbled a bit. There was no friction from you at all.
He made his first thrust. You were soaked, feeling the wetness spilling out of your hole. Soft hums left your chest as you enjoyed yourself.
Felix looked at you, "You're so fucking wet, Y/N. Holy hell."
He thrusted deeper, and a moan finally escaped your lips. Felix smiled, "That feels good?"
You nodded, "Really good."
Felix slammed into you harder, and you cried. "F-fuck. Felix- I-I feel so good!"
His thrust stayed even. He watched with amazement. He didn't do anything especially different, but you were about to cum any moment.
Then, you yelled, "W-WAIT!"
Felix looked down, feeling you clenching around his hot, throbbing cock. He saw your pussy unravel like a flower, and a substance sprayed out of you.
It got all over his chest and abs. He watched it pool in your belly button. His rhythm faltered, "Babe?"
You started rubbing your clit, feeling more leave out of you. A shaky breath came from Felix as he felt you clench around him again.
This was messy, and felt really good.
Then, you said, "Felix, keep going. I'm close."
Felix nodded, humping into you instead. He wanted to make sure he was only hitting that G-spot.
You were moaning so uncontrollably, he felt himself about to cum any second. However, that wasn't what happened. Instead, you came. It came oozing out rapidly.
He pulled out, rubbing himself hard to the sight of you. He huffed, "Fuck... holy shit, baby."
Your legs were closer together, and more cum spilled out.
He's never seen you like this before.
You played with your tits a bit as you said, "I feel really good." Felix came in his hand pathetically. You were on something different today. He was loving it.
Between the tied-up hands, the cum oozing out, the moans and shaky breaths, and your smell, he was overdue.
He leaned over you and kissed you gently. "Wanna take a bath?"
You hummed. So, he picked you up and brought you to the bathroom where you two bathed together.
He was washing your back, letting his head rest on your shower cap. "Baby, I love you."
You smiled, "I love you more." You turned to look at him, and Felix was there, smiling at you.
౨ৎ “You’re like, good at standing still, right?” Your voice is hopeful and has a pleasant cadence to it that draws him in like a spoon of peanut butter does a dog.
“For sure! Statue.” Felix promises, probably too eager to be considered casual, but he’s thrilled to get a front row seat to your creative process.
And that’s the origin story of his thrilling debut as a mannequin.
"Yoongi, you know you don't have to drop me off inside of the school, right?" I ask him as he opens the entrance door, glaring at a random kid who brushed past me."Im just making sure you get here safely, now go, you're gonna be late."
" Okay, bye- whats this for?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as he pulls me into a hug, his arms wrapping around my torso.
"Just in case your bus falls off a bridge again." He mumbles, and I let out a small laugh, patting his back. "You're so dramatic. I'll be fine, yoongi," I assure him, and he smiles.
"Miss. Hayes, it's nice to have you back." the teacher says as I walk into class, "It's good to be back." I smile, taking a seat in the back of the classroom.
"im sure it is, well you clearly missed out on a lot of work so, for this class the rest of you can work on the assignment I gave you yesterday, and one of you lend Luna your notes and help her out a bit so she can get upto date."
"I'll do it. I already did most of my assignments anyway." Felix says, shooting his hand up, almost eagerly, "Perfect! Mr. Adams, please switch seats with Mr. Lee,"
The two boys got out of their seats, taking whatever they needed from their deks and swaped places.
" Hey," Felix hums as he sits down beside me, clumsily dropping his stuff onto the desk, his jote book almost falling, but he somehow catches it before it hits the floor. "Hey," I reply and take the notebook when he moves it towards me.
"Um, so we were focused on the islamic golden age for the last two weeks, I wrote pretty much everything down in here." he smiled, his eyes turning into crescents.
Hmm, I never really noticed how pretty his eyes were, its cheesy to say, but you could literally see stars in them. And his freckles as well, how are they so pretty and his hair some how seems so soft, I kinda wanna run my fingers thr-
" -una, Luna?" He said, snapping his fingers in front of my face, causing me to jump in my seat. "Huh?" I ask, snapping out of my daze.
"You were zoned out for like 3 minutes. Are you okay," he asks, raising a brow. " Uh, yeah....yeah, I'm fine..totaly fine." I nod, he lookz unsure, but let's it slide.
"Okayy..... was telling you about the assignment and what we need to do," he murmurs, his face now close to momentarily explaining the assignment, I try my best not to focus on the way his lips love or the way his face is so close to mine. What's wrong with me?
I sigh as I sit down under a tree on the grassy field, and the morning dew drops still visible. "rough morning?" His voice startles me.
" Yeah, you'd think my math teacher would have mercy on me cause i only just got out of the hospital two days ago. there was a test today, and he didn't even let me skip, like I fell out of a bus dude, give me a few days to catch up." I roll my eyes, and felix laughs. I feel butterflies in my stomach, fluttering around as his voice rings through my ears.
"Speaking of, how are you feeling? I probably should have asked you earlier, " Felix said as he sat down beside me, si close he could probably hear my heart beating out of my chest.
"Im okay, I guess," I mumble, picking at the random thread on my shirt, avoiding his eyes.
" You guess? Is something wrong?" He asked, voixe filled with concerned. "I've just been having nightmares of the incident.....other than that, I'm all good." I say, giving him a thumbs up.
I look at him and I can see the emotions changing on his face, theres almost a guilty look in his eyes, "if that idiot was fast enough you wouldn't have had to go through this." he frowns. Spiderman, he's talking about Spiderman.
Ever since I woke up all I've been hearing from everyone is about how the masked hero wasn't fast enough to save me or that he was at fault for my injuries, which I think is a load of bullshit,
" I - I don't think it's his fault, really. I saw the video, he didn't have a choice...the cops were shooting at him. It's thanks to him that I'm here living and breathing. He's a hero. He saved all of us on that bus." I huff.
"You.....think he's a hero?" He asked, shooting his head up, wide eyes, "of course, don't you? He risked his live in order to save everyone on that bridge."
" i- yeah...I guess...he did." He spoke hesitantly, his eyes softening slightly as he leaned back against the tree.
We sit and talk for a while about random things until he lifts himself off the ground. It's odd. Normally, we wouldn't last 2 minutes without annoying the other.
"Well i have to get going, but it was nice talking to you." He smiles as he dusts the grass of his pants.
" Yeah.....it was, later Felix." Frowning slightly that our conversation is over.
" God, what the hell is wrong with me!?!?" I scream into my pillow. All I could think about throughout the rest of the day was the way felix's eyes looked when he smiled or how pretty his freckles were or the sound of his laugh. Im going insane.bI never felt this way about him before, so why the hell now.
I hear stubling in the kitchen and hurried footsteps coming towrds my roo.. "Luna?! Are you okay?! I heard screaming?! Are you hurt? im coming in!" Yoongi shouts before storming through my door. " Where's the danger!" He said, holding up a... frying pan?
"Calm down rapunzel, there's no danger, and if there was, it sure as hell wouldn't be scared of a man in a frilly apron holding a frying pan." I snort at his appearance.
" Okay, well if there's no danger.... why the hell were you screaming." He glares, and the heat rises to my cheeks, my mind wandering back to the freckled boy.
" Uh, no reason, just letting my stress out, haha." I mumble. He squints his eyes at me before slowly walking out of the room," im watching you, kid." He said, making the gesture with his hand, my eyes roll.
The second he leaves, my thoughts instantly come back....im so fucked.
because love, his brand of love, isn’t sweet or fleeting like a summer breeze. no, it’s a wildfire. devouring. untamed. it’s the kind that crawls under his skin until he feels like he might combust if he doesn’t touch, doesn’t claim, doesn’t have you.
felix loves you deeply, violently, obsessively. the way stars pull at their planets— gravity so forceful it brings them spinning closer until they have no choice but to collide. his love is less of a choice and more of a sentence; less a bond and more a chain he’s willingly shackled himself to.
but to you?
to you, he’s just felix. sweet, golden-hearted felix. the charming regular at your little corner café, always greeting you with that sunshine smile that seems to brighten your entire shift.
you don’t know the world that exists inside him— inside his mind, where he’s tethering himself to scraps of your attention, living off every tossed-away “morning!” or the way you occasionally glance at him through the bar as you pour a latte.
felix loves you the way an addict loves their drug; desperate and fully dependent. but where there’s desperation, there is also fear— a fear so consuming that the thought of losing you, even by unassuming chance, is enough to make his chest burn. and so, felix doesn’t just let fate dictate love. he shapes it himself.
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“don’t you think it’s odd how much we keep bumping into each other?” you’d laughed once, wide eyed and smiling.
it was at the bookstore down the street— your haven, where you often spent hours flipping through novels of love, self-discovery, and the edges of human nature. you weren’t expecting to see him there (again), standing in the same aisle as if he, too, just so happened to enjoy your eclectic taste.
“what? me? stalking you?” felix had chuckled softly, a friendly blush blooming along his sharp cheekbones as he ruffled the back of his hair. “now, why would i need to stalk you when you’re always right here?”
charming. disarming. casual. felix had delivered the line in a tone so convincing, so warm, that you didn’t even notice the sharpened, hungry edge beneath his grin. to you, he was sweet, maybe even shy— a regular who happened to brighten your week (in the same way you unknowingly consumed his entire life).
felix studied your favorite authors to appeal to your curiosity. rehearsed entire conversations in his head so when the moment came, it felt natural— like serendipity. to you, every interaction was woven by coincidence. but to felix? every single bump-in was his masterpiece, a carefully curated step toward the future he was crafting for the two of you.
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he learned you when you were unaware of being studied.
your coffee preference. the cadence of your laughter. the way you’d tuck a stray hair behind your ear when you were rushing through the morning rush.
and your voice— god, your voice. sweet and inviting, with a warmth that made felix feel like he might dissolve if he heard his name roll off your tongue just one more time.
so, when he discovered your instagram, he didn’t hesitate. your photos looked so soft, so beautiful, filtered with the warm tones of your favorite places, books, and little moments that made life feel ordinary but sentimental, just like you. he saved every single one. studied the tilt of your smile, the curve of your lips, the way your eyes lit up when you were among friends who didn’t deserve you the way he did.
felix would scroll through your life each night, hand wrapped around his cock while his mind filled the gaps between reality and the fantasies he cultivated.
you, pressed breathlessly against the counter at the café when everyone else had gone home, crying out his name as his fingers pushed you closer to oblivion. you, bare and flushed beneath him while his lips mapped every part of your body like it solely belonged to him. the illusion of you— moaning, gasping, shivering— was the only thing that could make him cum sometimes. yet no amount of his own touch could satisfy the ache completely.
because it wasn’t enough.
it would never be enough.
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the next time felix saw you, he realized love wasn’t just consuming. it could be blinding, too.
it happened during one of your morning shifts— routine yet sacred to him, knowing you’d always be there, ready to greet him like you always did. he never expected to find some other man leaning onto the counter, invasive and loud, with an arrogance that burned its way straight into felix’s bloodstream. his sharp jaw tensed, his mind spinning with a million thoughts too dangerous to name.
the guy was grinning, making casual yet lewd jokes that went too far. his eyes lingered on you too long, soaking in the curve of your hips, unbothered by how you shifted uncomfortably each time he leaned in too close.
how dare he.
how fucking dare he touch what’s his.
felix’s body moved before his mind could catch up. he softened his expression just before stepping forward, smiling gently like he hadn’t just decided he’d kill a man if he had to.
“hey, babe,” his voice slipped in like a warm hand pulling you out of boiling water, casual and natural. his arm casually slipped around your waist, fingers brushing along your lower back with just enough claim to stall the stranger’s attention.
you froze for only a split second before sighing, visibly relieved. “oh, you’re here!” your voice was light and calm, tinged with gratitude.
good girl.
felix nearly grinned at how easily you fell into a rhythm with him, your body unconsciously moving closer to his as if it was made to fit against him. his fingers flexed slightly unnoticed, his palm drawing slow, protective circles against the small of your back while his presence severed whatever connection that asshole thought he had with you.
after the frustration of being ignored finally set in, the stranger huffed something quietly under his breath and left.
you laughed softly afterward, letting your hand rest idly against felix’s chest. “really, though, thank you,” you said, your tone soft but sincere. “he was so creepy, but i didn’t know how to get rid of him..”
felix’s palm settled heavier against you, his fingertips sliding lower but not enough to be wildly inappropriate. just enough to savor the heat of your body pressing against his.
“don’t worry about it,” he replied softly, smiling like melted honey, like he hadn’t already imagined fifty different ways to crack that man’s skull open on the pavement.
“what kind of boyfriend would i be,” felix murmured closer to your ear, his lips almost brushing your skin now, “if i didn’t protect you?”
and with that— the quiet catch in your breath, the subtle rise of heat to your cheeks— felix knew he’d won something today.
Summary: Felix would give Chan his whole world, as long as he gets to watch.
A/N: Just a little something to give you all a sign that i‘m alive. Got caught up with the studying. Ily and miss u all. Stream This&That on Friday <3
Felix didn’t think that it would be weird. No, not at all. Chan was their Leader. The man who did it all for them. So the least he could do was share with him. Share what was his most precious thing… right? Yeah, right, his mind whispered while the cushions of the chair felt itchy against his pants. His hand felt exhausted, but he couldn’t stop… no… not yet… not when it wasn’t over.
His eyes wandered over Chan’s muscles, glistening with sweat while he kneeled. Beads of perspiration dripped from Chan's brows, sliding down his face as his moans and groans filled the room, heavy and primal. Those huge biceps were locked tight around her waist, anchoring her in place. Felix’s mouth hung open, his breath hitching as his gaze traveled from her bouncing tits down to her soaking pussy, where he could clearly see Chan’s thick dick sliding in and out of her, stretching her open with every wet thud.
Her nails—the ones Felix had paid for—dug deep into Chan’s biceps, scratching the skin as she begged him to go harder. Her backside was pressed firmly against Chan’s front, creating the perfect view of the friction and the heat. Felix couldn’t last any longer; his own cock was throbbing, leaking pre-cum into his hand.
Her moans grew higher and faster, turning into desperate whimpers. Felix knew the signs; after three years of dating her, he knew them by heart. She was about to orgasm. His hand moved faster, jerking himself frantically, while Chan’s thrusts became deeper and more violent, slamming into her womb. She almost screamed, her back arching as her pussy clamped down tight around him, pulsing in a violent orgasm. Her hair clung to her sweat-soaked forehead.
Chan let out a loud, guttural groan as he surged forward one last time, pumping his hot cum deep inside her. At that exact moment, Felix whimpered, his body shaking as he felt himself come, spilling his seed across his own stomach.
"Thank you for your girl," Chan mumbled, his voice husky as he tried to catch his breath.
Felix smiled weakly, his eyes glazed with submission. "Anything for our leader..."
When a mysterious artefact ends up in your hands, you do the next best thing- accidently summon a demon. He says he'll leave once he fulfils a command, so you give him one, and he should be on his way. Only problem is, he's still here. As old rules resurface and relationships shift, you're forced to ask, what happens when you fall for the one who was never meant to stay?
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A/N: She's finally here, sorry for the wait...
Series Masterlist | Previous Exhibit |
The museum is quiet in the early hours. It's still dark outside when you unlock the doors and step inside, the chill enveloping you. Your shoes squeak down the hallway and your footsteps echo as you make your way towards the back. You weren't entirely okay, not after the discovery, but life had swept you away, urging you to continue with the newfound knowledge that your love wasn't one sided.
Your heart was heavier, but your smiles were wider, more real now. You chew your lip anxiously as you walk through hallways, your ideas were always dangerous, but this one went past that. With a nod, you find yourself in storage, reaching for the box tucked all the in the back. Your fingertips barely brush the cardboard, and you curse whoever put it on the highest shelf. The stool you dragged to help you up wobbles as you finally take the box in your grasp.
"Y/N, be careful, you could have asked for help!" Chan enters, immediately taking the box from you. "Where do you need it, I'll take it there."
You go quiet as you lead the way, stopping short of the exhibit you had been avoiding for who knows how long. Chan freezes behind you. "I thought I'd finally finish it, you know, for him." He nods with a sincere smile, then enters the room, placing the box down before kneeling to open it. "Chan, you really don't have to."
"I want to." he looks up at you, "You helped with the exhibit for..." his words trail off, and you crouch beside him, arm on his shoulder.
"She would have loved it, I'm sure of it."
Chan looks at you with glossy eyes, but he grins, "He'd love this one."
And so, the next days consist of just that. Arriving at the building before the sun rises and leaving just as it sets. Countless nights of re-arranging the displays, but nothing felt right. Hours upon hours drafting descriptions for each artefact, but each sentence felt like a story you couldn't tell. If Felix were here, he'd be teasing you, and you know that, but he'd also be reminding you to take a break, that things don't have to be solved quickly.
You enter one day, clipboard close to your chest, nodding politely at the guests and playfully scowling at Minho hunched at his desk. Your chest feels lighter today, like the hurt is melting away, little by little, the painful memories becoming ones you look back on with a smile. When you reach the exhibit, you quickly notice some displays have shifted, ever so slightly. And yet, the layout makes much more sense, the path is inviting now, rather than demanding.
A discarded piece of paper lay on the nearby table, and you recognise the pencil strokes like second nature. You can imagine Hyunjin scratching away late into the night, scrunching up pages when something didn't turn out right, just to make the exhibit feel right. "That's why he's the interior designer." you mutter to yourself, placing the clipboard down and approaching the artefacts.
Another paper catches your attention, placed deliberately next to the playing cards. It's small, easy to miss to untrained eyes, but not yours. You examine in closely and the handwriting isn't yours, it's messy, like it was written quickly, but with enough precision to show they cared.
"In Crimson Hollow, playing cards were a necessity in families, often used to tempt fate or determine family rankings. Believed to belong to a son of one of the most powerful demon families, the magic woven into them ensured that once a choice was made, it could never be taken back."
You recognise the style of writing immediately and feel the culprit behind you. "It's just a draft, more of a suggestion." Minho says. He looks uncharacteristically shy, but his eyes are wide enough for you to see his hesitance. Before you can speak, he interrupts, "I dragged Jisung to the library in the next town over," he chuckles, "the librarian looked at us like we were crazy, but I wanted to get the facts right."
"Minho... this is perfect, I-, thank you." The words come out stuttered and unclear, but you don't care, the effort he out in making your heart thump louder. He doesn't say anything just nods and leaves, but he walks with the confidence of someone who had succeeded.
The back room is messy when you enter, books piled high on every surface and pens scattered around the floor. If you didn't know any better, you'd think a tornado flew past, but weirder things have happened. A book threatens to fall from its spot on the highest book tower, and you catch it just in time, also unveiling a small surprise.
Jeongin is sat crossed legged in the corner of the room, books open around him, highlighter in his mouth and pen scribbling down rapidly. He only notices your presence when you place a book beside him.
"Noona!" he looks around with a panicked expression, like a kid caught doing something illegal.
"Catching up on some reading?" you tease.
He scratches the back of his neck, "Seungmin-hyung mentioned some dates didn't line up." He looks around and picks up a textbook, "And my parents mentioned they found this in their attic, a whole textbook about Crimson Hollow folklore, thought I could help out a little." You blink at him in surprise and his face morphs into something like shame, "It's weird, isn't it? I should have asked first."
"No, it's sweet, Felix would have loved finding this with you." You say, making Jeongin grin widely. He nods at you politely, then goes back to reading. "Oh, but maybe clean up a little in here, too much paperwork if someone gets hurt."
Jeongin looks around and sighs, then mumbles to himself, "This is why I never do research."
"Are you not heading home?" Seungmin asks, leaning on the exhibit entrance, backpack slung over his shoulder.
You look at him with tired eyes, "Just going to finish this little bit up."
"Do you want me to wait for you?"
You shake your head and wave him off, "Don't worry about it, Min, get some rest before the game."
As soon as his footsteps retreat further down the hall, you turn to the display, eyes trained on the compass needle. It remains unmoving, still pointed directly at you, and it makes your heart stutter. You reach into your pocket and pull out a scrunched piece of paper.
The last journal entry, the one you reread like a novel, the one you always keep on you. The pen marks have started to fade with how many times you run your finger along the words. It should worry you, that the words are disappearing, but it doesn't. Deep down, you know what is true, even if it hurts to say.
You reach for the book in the display, the one that began it all. The spell book still feels heavy in your hands as you run your hand along the spine. A breath falls from you lips as you remember opening it for the first time. "I wish we had more time..."
You shake your head softly, "No," you correct, voice coming out shakier than intended, "I'm glad we had any at all."
The world slams into him all at once. The bustling crowd, the cars honking, children screaming. Voices overlap and Felix can't pick out anything of use. His breath comes out uneven, this is different.
There's no magical hum in the air, or the flutter of wings. His hand raises instinctively to his forehead, feeling nothing but smooth skin. Not even a small indent of where his horns would be. Someone knocks into his shoulder, hard enough to make him stumble back.
"Watch it." the voice snaps, not looking back. Felix watches the body walk away, then turns to look around at his surroundings. He doesn't recognise anything; he doesn't even know where to start. He walks forward, he doesn't know where, but it's better than standing still in a busy street.
The glint of metal on his hand catches his eye and he raises his hand to examine it. The ring doesn't pulse anymore, doesn't burn, it doesn't even glow like it used to. But something tugs at Felix's chest. He twists it around his finger, waiting for the familiar sting but it never comes.
Slowly, he slips it off, holding the jewellery in his palm. A part of him still waits to see if anything would happen, if the higherups would come back for him, but he pushes those thoughts away. Felix lets the ring that bound him fall to the ground with a soft clatter. He watches the ring roll away and he doesn't chase it; he doesn't need to.
Felix continues walking through the crowd, trying to search his mind for answers that never came. A strap digs in shoulder, and he realises he's wearing a backpack. Quickly shrugging it off and crouching beside it, he digs in.
Clothes. Cash. A slip of paper that holds no sentiment.
He steals a glance and the people around him and an idea pops into his head, making him rush into a nearby alleyway. "Phones, they were useful." he says to himself already closing his eyes and visualising it.
Streams of light emerge from his hands, enough to form the base of the phone, but not enough. The magic is weak and uncontrolled, it's human. He silently cheers, but then it vanishes.
"Fuck." he says, the curse rolling off his tongue like second nature. He presses his palms to the side of his head as he slides down the wall, then something twists inside him, like something unlocked.
"Y/N, I'm trying to find Y/N." He stands abruptly and begins to pace, "And there were seven others too, they were my family."
With the backpack thrust back onto his shoulders and determination in his veins he sets off on the journey with an unknown destination.
"I'll find you, I have to." The crowd moves around him, only this time, he follows. Felix knows you were special, special enough for him to return, he just hopes you hadn't learned to live without him yet.
The buzz of the baseball game still hangs high as the door of your apartment swings open, bodies flying through the room with excited shouts. You've long become accustomed to their antics so you let them bicker as you move stealthily to the couch.
Jisung flops on top of you, crushing you with his weight, making you let out a yelp, "Ji, you're heavy." You manage to say, which makes him get off reluctantly.
"And to think I used to be your favourite." He scoffs, taking a seat beside you.
Changbin emerges with two drinks in hand, passing on to you before replying, "You really think you were her favourite?" His head gestures to the frame beside the doorway, a silent answer to the question.
"Let's be real, I'm the favourite." Seungmin enters, uniform still on and crimpled from the movement. He doesn't sit on the other side of you, he sits on the arm rest, leaving the space open.
"You smell." you say, shoving him away lightly.
Seungmin narrows his eyes, "Yeah? Well, you do too." He crosses his arms.
"I forgot Y/N was on the team." Minho says, rolling his eyes, "Now eat, I didn't spend so much money for nothing."
The room goes quiet for a while, then Chan speaks up, "So the exhibit? Do you think it will be ready soon?"
All eyes go to you, but you don't falter, not anymore. "A few more touches and it should be done, Jeongin’s helping me gather the last few bits of information on the shield fragment."
Hyunjin places his chopsticks down and pulls out his phone, handing it to you, "Found some more stuff about the bracelet yesterday, "he turns to Chan, "Did you know that model hasn't been made for 100 years."
"I am not 100 years old." Chan responds, face flat.
"You look it." Seungmin murmurs.
Jeongin remains quiet, eyes going from the empty spot back to you. He tilts his head like you're a puzzle that needs solving. He notices how you carry yourself with certainty, how every small thing you do carries meaning. You don't doubt yourself anymore. "You're different lately noona."
You hum, leaning back into the couch, "What do you mean?"
"You look more like him now, you're not worrying about what comes next anymore."
Everyone around you nods, like something has just clicked and they're all seeing it for what it is. You feel your heart flutter, well maybe you have been more confident in yourself recently, and maybe there's an air around you when you wake up that isn't just emptiness.
"We all carry something from the people we love." Chan speaks, "We carry Felix in our way."
Jisung wakes you up early one morning and drags you to his apartment. Despite your protests, he pushes you onto the couch and disappears into one of the rooms. You rub the sleep from your eyes as the door opens, an equally tired Changbin and Chan entering.
"Oh good you're here," Jisung emerges, carrying his laptop and headphones, "I'm going to show her."
You look between the three men cautiously. How they look at you then turn their backs and whisper quietly. Changbin looks back and smiles awkwardly, leaving you even more confused.
"Okay fine, you can show her." Chan sighs then turns to you, "It's not the finished product, but we tried."
"What are you guys even talking about? It's too early for this." You go to stand, only to be pushed back down again. And suddenly, headphones are being placed on your head and an instrumental fill your ears.
Then Felix's voice. Your head snaps up to the three men standing in front of you, smiles wider than you've ever seen them. The lyrics are so him, and you can't help but smile yourself as you imagine him in the recording booth. He sings about feeling loved and how it changed him, and you feel tears stinging your eyes.
When the song finishes, you take a deep breath and remove the headphones.
"Surprise?" Jisung says in a sing song voice.
"He wrote this?"
Changbin nods, "He wrote it for you Y/N."
"We just put it together for him." Chan continues, "Hopefully it sounded how he imagined, my skills are rusty." he jokes.
You wipe the stray tear that fell with your sleeve, "It's perfect."
Felix doesn't know how long it's been; he doesn't keep track. He's walked through countless shops and streets. Buildings that screamed important turned up with nothing and small cafes offered everything but the answer he was looking for.
He sits dejected on a bench, simply observing the people walking past him. "Y/N, where could you be." He sighs, "And the other seven, why can't I remember anything else, just their names."
"You look confused." A voice says beside him. The man turns to him, knowing look on his face, "What are you looking for?"
"Sorry?"
"Ah, right, I should introduce myself," he puts out a hand, "Jake." Felix shakes his hand and gives him his name, making the man nod. "I've seen you around here a lot these past few weeks, you always have that spaced out look on your face."
Felix swallows, "Yeah, I'm trying to find someone, but I can't remember where she is."
"Well, I know a lot of people, what's her name?"
"How do I know I can trust you?" Felix says, suddenly remembering all the times you warned him about strangers.
Jake looks around, and urges him to come closer, "I'm not what you think I am." Felix awkwardly laughs at the man's attempt of a joke, but Jake shakes his head, "You were a demon, weren't you?"
Felix's body stiffens and he shuffles away; there's only one other species who would know about his previous form.
"Relax, I won't tell anyone, "He shoves his hands in his pockets, "I will say, I'm disappointed you don't recognise me."
"Excuse me?"
"Crimson Hollow and Moonstruck Sanctum are natural enemies, but we never were."
Felix's lips part in realisation. Had it really been that long? The angel realm he had once crossed into enters his mind, and things become clearer. See, angels weren't like demons, they weren't bound by punishments or silence, they were allowed to remember, they kept every piece of knowledge. "It's you."
"It's me." Jake smiles, "You've been using the communication spells I taught you. That was so long ago now."
"What are you doing here? I thought you were still..."
Jake shakes his head, "I live here now, I have other priorities." His gaze shifts to a woman at the nearby flower shop, "I assume that's why you're here, and why you're human."
"Yeah, but they, uh, they took my memories of her away, I only have her name." He looks at Jake then the girl, "Wait how can you..."
"Our realm doesn't punish like yours, I'm still me, and I can go back any time I want, with her." He sees Felix's shoulder sag, "Y/N. She was special to you."
"Jaeyun, stop using your powers to look into my memories." Felix whines.
"Okay, Yongbok, but really, someone that special only comes once in a lifetime, if it's meant to be you'll find her." Jake stands and hands him a piece of paper, numbers hastily scrawled on it, "So you don't forget me next time." He steps away, then turns back, "Oh and say hello to Chris for me."
Felix lets out a laugh as he watches him walk towards the girl, wrapping her in a hug. He watches them walk past what seems to be a museum and something in him stirs, but he doesn't know why. Maybe he will find you, and maybe it will be soon.
You take a deep breath and walk through the exhibit one final time, checking the details again. "No, Y/N it's perfect, stop worrying." You say to yourself, and tear away from the display, making your way to the front. A crowd of people buzzed with anticipation at the new unveiling. Your co-workers stand proudly next you, Hyunjin and Jisung cheering the loudest from the crowd.
You clear your throat to get everyone's attention, "Firstly, thank you for coming to the opening of the brand-new exhibit." Cheers and applause follow and you smile gratefully, "This is a special exhibit, dedicated to a friend who lived a thousand lifetimes." You pause briefly, "After a long deliberation, only one name felt right for the exhibit. Welcome to What Loved Us Back: a tale from Crimson Hollow."
The rope gets cut and people swarm the entrance, everyone desperate to see the new display, but you don't focus on that. You focus on the sinking feeling in your stomach that you can't explain.
"What's wrong, Y/nnie?"
You turn to Hyunjin with a worried expression, "Something feels off."
"Maybe it means Felix is watching from somewhere," he sees the hesitance in your face and his voice goes quieter, "He'd appreciate this Y/N, you brought his family back together."
"To another successful opening." Chan shouts, raising his glass. The bar isn't as full as usual, so his voice travels through the room, "You really outdid yourself Y/N,"
You sip your drink shyly, aware of the glances on you, but you bow your head, "Thank you, but it wasn't all me, everyone here helped just as much."
Jisung sips his drink and grimaces at the taste, "How did Felix manage these, he must be superhuman or something." The table goes quiet at his sentence, then bursts into laughter. "What? Was it something I said?"
"You ever wonder what he could be doing right now?" Changbin says, leaning closer into the table, giggles already threatening to spill. Truth be told, that's all you think about, but you don't tell them that. You don't tell them about the dungeon Felix had nightmares about, or the scars on his back from all the times he had been punished. Instead, you let yourself believe that he was happy back home.
"I like to think he's practising spells, or baking." You reply, finishing your drink.
"Those brownies, I'd give anything just to have them again," Hyunjin groans and turns to you, "And you're sure he never gave you the recipe?"
You stand from your seat and grab your glass, "He always shooed me out of the kitchen, said it was his little secret." You notice his empty glass and pleading gaze, "Yes, I'll get you one too."
The music is loud and the floors are sticky, but eventually you make it to the bar, skilfully ordering the drinks. You lean on the counter, simply watching everyone as you wait for the drinks to be made. A single thought repeats in your mind, Felix should be here. After all, it was his exhibit, his life being told. But he isn't here, he might never be.
When you return with the drinks, the table is still bustling with noise and excitement. But the sinking feeling in your stomach resurfaces, and suddenly everything feels wrong. You feel the need to be at home, cuddled up in bed, dreaming of the possibilities. "I'm going to head out after this one."
The sky is painted in a dark blue, with stars scattered in the sky, and Felix finds himself walking down empty roads, eyes trained above him. The chill bites at him, this jacket doing nothing to trap heat. He can't explain it, but something feels familiar here.
He continues walking along the street, streetlights illuminating the way. A newspaper on the floor catches his attention, and he crouches to read the front page.
"A new museum exhibit?" He says even though there's no one around. His heart thumps louder, like he can hear the echo in his ears. Felix doesn't know why, but he scoops up the discarded newspaper and runs.
He runs until the buildings blur and his legs give out. He doesn't know where the destination is, only that he has to let himself run. Felix skids to a stop in front of an old building and looks at the newspaper to confirm his theories.
"The District IX Museum..." As soon as he says the words, memories rush back to him. They aren't full, only fragments, but enough to know that he's close, closer than he thinks. He turns around and looks at the building across the street.
"I think, this is Hyunjin." He looks to the floor, as if it will help him piece together everything, "Interior designer!" he shouts, catching the attention of a person across the road. "And he designed Jisung’s apartment, but where?" Felix doesn't let himself think too much for an answer, instead he takes off running again, his blonde hair flowing in the wind as he chases what he lost.
It's almost two in the morning when the knocking starts. It isn't loud, but it's frantic, like whoever is behind the door is a few seconds away of breaking through. The persistence is enough to pull you out of bed, feet padding across the apartment to open the door.
You rub your eyes from the sleep, then wince as the light turns on. The door opens, and something crashes into you. It's so fast you barely have the time to register what's happening, only that the something is a someone.
Warm weight envelopes you, arms tight around your body, like you'll disappear. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I love you, I always did." The words spill out of their mouth, like they're finally realising built up emotions.
Your hands raise instinctively, settling onto their back. Everything is still foggy, but your body seems to catch up before your mind. Their scent hits you at once. Familiar. Comfortable. The scent you craved every day. You inhale sharply,
"...Felix?"
He doesn't answer with words, instead tucking his head further into the crook of your neck and nodding. His breath is uneven, like he had run here. Then you notice how his body trembles beneath your touch, and how his grip on you tightens.
You laugh softly in disbelief, "Are you really here?"
Felix pulls back ever so slightly, eyes glossy and lips parted. He looks at you intently, committing each feature to memory again, "I love you," His hand travels to the base of your neck, "I'm sorry I didn't say it then."
You cup his cheek, thumb brushing under his eye to wipe the tear that fell, "I know, Felix I know."
Something in him snaps, and he lurches forward, capturing your lips. The kiss is deep and urgent, like he's pouring everything untold into it. His fingers dig into your hip, grounding himself. A muffled sound escapes him as he feels your tongue graze his lip and his hand moving to tangle in your hair.
You kiss him back just as fiercely, all the weeks of longing bleeding through. You find the collar of his jacket and tug him closer. His hands roam over your body freely, like nothing is holding him back anymore, and you do the same. Your hands wander under his shirt, touching the warm skin hidden underneath.
He pulls away from your lips to trail kisses across your cheek and down your neck, savouring each one. Every touch is electric and makes your body yearn for more. "Felix." you whisper. He hums, still pressing kisses to your skin, "How are you here..."
He pulls away fully this time, both hands cupping your cheeks to make you look at him, "They let me return to you with a condition."
"What was it?"
"They wiped my memory of you, only left your name," he pauses, then breathes out, "And I'm also maybe human now."
"Lix..."
He cuts you off, "Don't say anything, I chose it because I wanted to. I want you." He goes quiet for a moment, then leans his forehead on yours, his eyes shut tight, "Do you-" he swallows, "Do you still love me?"
You don't hesitate, "I never stopped." A watery laugh escapes him, and he kisses you again, a quick peck, but it leaves you chasing his lips. "Does this mean you're staying?" You ask him, eyes wide with wonder.
"Yeah angel, I am."
Jisung lets out a tired yawn as he knocks on your door again. "I'm getting worried, this what? The third time we've knocked." He says to Changbin. "She hasn't answered her phone since yesterday either."
Hyunjin sighs and pushes through them, pulling out his key. The door opens and everyone steps inside, expecting to be met with you laid on the couch, or the sound of something bubbling on the stove, but it's quiet.
Everyone's eyes lock onto your bedroom door, and they look at each other, "Do you think she'll be mad if we just, open it?" Seungmin asks, creeping up. The boys look at each other, fear and worry in their expressions. Someone pushes Jeongin closer to the door,
"She won't be mad if you open it." Minho says grip on his shoulders tightening.
Chan sighs at their antics and pushes the door open.
Sunlight filters through the half-drawn curtains, spilling across the bed. For a moment, no one moves. You're curled on your side, sleeping peacefully, and... Wrapped tightly in someone else.
Felix is on his back, arm looped around you, hand resting on the exposed skin where your shirt had lifted. His chin rests against your hair as you bury deeper into his bare chest. The sheets are crumpled near his waist, and your leg is tossed over him like it's the most natural thing in the world.
The sight makes everyone's eyes soften, but then they squint. Hyunjin is the first to whisper, "...Is that-"
"No, those biceps look too big." Changbin crosses his arm, his eyes locked on the muscle.
Jeongin steps closer, trying to see his face, "Let's say it is Felix, how would we know?"
Seungmin clicks his finger and points at Felix's arm, "The scar." He creeps towards him, fingers brushing his arm. Seungmin stumbles back slightly, eyes wide and smirk on his lips, "He has it."
The air in the room grows cold. The scar they all knew about but never acknowledged, the scar that didn't belong to anyone else but him.
"Oh my god, that is him!" Jisung’s shatters the room. You jerk awake with a gasp, Felix's grip tightening before he rises too.
Your eyes scan the room quickly, "What are you guys doing here? What is going on?"
Felix doesn't have any time to process the situation before Jisung is throwing himself on top of him, "Felix!"
Bodies pile on the bed one by one, until a mountain forms and Felix grunts at the weight. Excited chatter fills the room,
"We knew you'd come back."
"Since when are you built like this?"
"Did you miss us?"
Felix tries to push them off but fails, instead accepting his defeat and laying back down. He lets them fawn over him, but his eyes are trained on you, a smile reserved only for special moments like this on his face.
"Alright," Chan's voice echoes, steady but soft, "Give him some space."
Felix sits up, hair messy and eyes shining bright with disbelief. Yet he reaches for you among the chaos, tugging you closer, as if making up for the weeks of no contact. His fingers intertwine with yours under the sheets.
Chan meets Felix's gaze for the first time, and something in him stirs, old memories resurfacing, ones he hadn't known he experienced. "Welcome back..."
