a/n: I will continue to add to this list as more ideas come to mind. There are some things i canât think of right now that I donât feel comfortable writing
Will not write:
- noncon
- abuse(in a sexual way)
- proships
- Smut (prob wont, idk tho)
Will write:
- fluff/really romantic stuff
-ships
- suggestive
- mostly write for felix but i can write for others
- deep stories and backgrounds with trauma or hardships
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The ride back to the hotel is quiet.Noeul is slumped against Felixâs chest in the back seat, her Minnie ears tilted sideways, Bbokari clutched tight in her arms. Her eyes are heavy, but she keeps fighting sleep, little whimpers slipping out every time the van hits a bump. The adrenaline from the show and the long day has finally crashed hard.
By the time you reach the suite, sheâs cranky, the kind of exhausted cranky that only a five-year-old whoâs been going nonstop can be.
âI donât wanna go to bed,â she mumbles as Felix carries her inside, voice whiny and small. âIâm not tired.â
Felix winces when he shifts her weight because his hip is clearly still hurting, but he doesnât complain. He just kisses the top of her head. âI know, princess. But you were such a big helper tonight. You deserve the best sleep ever.â
Minho is already waiting in the living area with the cat carrier. Miso is curled up inside, looking much calmer than she did earlier.
Noeulâs face brightens for a second when she sees them. She wiggles until Felix sets her down, then toddles over on tired legs.
âBye, Miso,â she says, poking a finger through the bars. Her voice is soft but wobbly with exhaustion. âYou were a good kitty. Lee Know is gonna take you to the cat cafĂŠ now so you can have more friends.â
Miso meows quietly. Noeul leans her forehead against the carrier for a second.
Minho crouches down beside her. âYou did a really good job today. Sheâs not scared anymore because of you.â
Noeul nods, but her bottom lip starts to tremble. âCan I come with you?â
Minho shakes his head gently. âNot tonight, little one. Itâs way past your bedtime and Miso needs to settle in. But Iâll send you pictures tomorrow, okay?â
Noeulâs face crumples. The exhaustion, the missed stage moment, the long day, everything hits at once. Big fat tears spill down her cheeks.
âBut I want to go,â she cries, voice cracking. âI want to stay with Miso and the kittiesâŚâ
Felix is there instantly, lowering himself carefully to the floor despite the pain in his hip. He pulls her into his lap, hugging her close.
âHey, hey, princess,â he murmurs, rocking her gently. âI know. You did such a good job today. You were so brave and kind to Miso. Iâm really proud of you.â
She buries her face in his neck, sobs shaking her small body. âBut I wanted to go on stage with you and now Miso is leaving tooâŚâ
You sit beside them, rubbing her back. Minho gives you both a quiet nod and slips out with the carrier, giving your family space.
Felix holds her tighter, voice soft but steady even though you can see how much his hip is hurting.
âWhen we get home to Korea,â he says, pressing a kiss to her hair, âweâre going to get you your very own kitten. Okay? A real one that lives with us all the time. You can name her whatever you want and sheâll sleep in your room and you can take care of her every single day.â
Noeul sniffles, peeking up at him with wet eyes. âReally? My own kitty?â
âReally,â Felix promises, brushing tears off her cheeks with his thumb. âWeâll pick her out together. She can be your best friend.â
She hiccups, still crying but calmer now. âCan she be gray like Miso?â
âAny color you want,â he says. âGray, orange, black and white, whatever makes you happy.â
Noeul nods slowly, leaning her head on his shoulder again. Her sobs turn into tired little sniffles.
You meet Felixâs eyes over her head. He looks exhausted, in pain, and emotionally drained, but the love in his gaze when he looks at her is brighter than any stage light.
You mouth âthank youâ to him. He gives you a small, tired smile and mouths back, âAlways.â
Noeulâs breathing finally evens out against his chest. Sheâs out cold, worn out from the longest, biggest day of her little life.
Felix stays on the floor a moment longer, holding her like sheâs the most precious thing in the world, which, to him, she is.
The morning they leave for Dallas, Noeul is already clinging to your leg before anyone has even packed the last bag.
âI donât wanna fly,â she says, voice small and wobbly. âMy ears go pop-pop and it hurts and I donât like it.â
Felix is trying to zip her little suitcase, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. His hip is still bothering him from the other day, and the lack of sleep isnât helping. He crouches down slowly, wincing, and tries to smile.
âItâll be okay, princess. Daddy will sit right next to you the whole time. Weâll hold hands and chew gummies and..â
Noeul shakes her head, eyes already shiny with tears. âI donât want to.â
Minho walks in from the hallway at that exact moment, backpack slung over one shoulder, carrying the now-empty cat carrier Miso had been in. He sees Noeulâs face and drops to one knee right away.
âHey, tiny one,â he says gently. âYou scared of the plane again?â
She nods, lip trembling. âItâs loud and my ears hurt last time.â
Minho nods like he completely understands. âYeah, that part isnât fun. But you know what? This plane is a special one for us. Itâs quieter than the last one, and I brought the best noise-canceling headphones just for you. Plus, Iâll sit right there and you can hold my hand the whole time if you want. And if your ears start to feel funny, weâll do the chewing trick together and count to thirty, okay?â
Noeul sniffles, but sheâs listening. âYou promise?â
âI promise,â Minho says, holding out his pinky. âKitty honor.â
She hooks her tiny pinky with his and gives a tiny nod. âOkay⌠Iâll try.â
Felix watches the whole exchange from a few feet away. His jaw tightens. He doesnât say anything, but you can see it, the flicker of hurt, the way his shoulders stiffen. His own daughter had been melting down for him, but the second Minho stepped in with that calm, steady voice, she calmed right down. It stings.
You reach over and squeeze Felixâs hand, but he just gives a small, tight smile and turns back to the suitcase.
At the airport, the private jet is waiting. Noeul sticks close to Minho the whole walk through security, holding his hand instead of Felixâs. Felix doesnât comment, but his limp is still noticeable and his mood is clearly off.
When itâs time to board, Noeul looks up at Minho with big eyes.
âCan I sit with you?â she asks, voice hopeful.
Minho glances at Felix for half a second, then back at her. âIf itâs okay with Daddy and Mommy.â
Felixâs jaw flexes, but he forces a nod. âYeah. Go ahead, princess.â
Noeul beams and climbs into the seat next to Minho, already asking him if she can pick the movie on his iPad.
Felix settles into the row across from them with you, quiet. He stares out the window as the plane starts to taxi, one hand rubbing his sore hip absently.
You lean your head on his shoulder. âShe still loves you more than anything, you know that, right?â
He exhales through his nose. âI know. Itâs stupid. Iâm being stupid. Sheâs five and scared of the plane and Minho just⌠knows how to talk to her sometimes.â His voice drops. âDoesnât make it feel any better when she picks him over me.â
You squeeze his hand. âShe didnât pick him over you. She just needed someone calm right now. And youâre carrying a lot, the pain, the show, everything with the company. She feels safe with all of us.â
Felix nods, but he doesnât look convinced. He watches Noeul across the aisle as she leans into Minhoâs side, already giggling at something on the screen, her earlier tears completely gone.
The plane lifts off smoothly. Noeul doesnât cry once.
The plane had been in the air for about an hour when Noeul suddenly perked up in her seat next to Minho. She unbuckled her seatbelt with his quiet help and toddled across the aisle, climbing straight into Felixâs lap without asking.
Felix blinked, surprised, but his arms came around her right away. His hip was still sore, but having her close seemed to ease something in him.
âHi, princess,â he said softly. âYou okay?â
Noeul nodded, then looked up at him with big, serious eyes.
âDaddy,â she said, âtell me everything about Texas.â
Felixâs eyebrows rose. âEverything?â
âEverything,â she confirmed, nodding hard. âAre there real cowboys there? With hats and horses?â
Felix smiled, the crankiness from earlier melting off his face. âYeah, there are cowboys. Some wear big hats and boots. And yes, there are horses.â
Noeulâs eyes widened. âDo they ride the horses to the store? Like to buy milk and bread?â
Felix let out a soft laugh. âNot usually. They mostly drive cars or trucks now. But sometimes on ranches they still ride horses to check on the animals.â
Noeul thought about that for a second, then asked, âAre there bulls? Like angry ones that go âmooâ really loud?â
âThere are bulls,â Felix said patiently. âEspecially on farms and rodeos. They can be pretty big and strong.â
She gasped. âDo the cowboys ride the bulls?â
âSome do,â Felix told her. âItâs called bull riding. Itâs very brave⌠and a little bit crazy.â
Noeul giggled, then tilted her head. âDaddy?â
âYeah, baby?â
âIs Sandy from SpongeBob really from Texas?â
Felix grinned, unable to hold back a laugh this time. âYes, she is. Sheâs from Texas. Thatâs why she has the accent and loves her lasso.â
Noeul looked extremely satisfied with this answer. âI knew it. She says âyâallâ sometimes.â
You watched them from the seat beside Felix, heart warm. Noeul kept firing questions, âDo they have really big stars in the sky in Texas?â âCan we see a real cowboy hat?â, and Felix answered every single one with endless patience, his voice gentle and full of love.
The earlier tension in his shoulders had completely disappeared. He looked happy. Really happy. Like this, answering his daughterâs random, endless questions about a state sheâd never been to, was exactly what he needed.
At one point Noeul yawned big and snuggled deeper into his chest. âDaddy?â she mumbled sleepily.
âHmm?â
âWhen we get to Texas⌠can we look for Sandy Cheeks?â
Felix chuckled and kissed the top of her head. âWe can definitely look for her.â
The questions finally slowed somewhere over the middle of nowhere. Now her head was getting heavier against his chest. Her little legs, which had been swinging restlessly, stilled. Bbokari was squished between them, one of her hands still loosely curled around Felixâs hoodie.
âDaddy?â she mumbled, voice thick and sleepy.
âYeah, baby?â
âTexas sounds⌠big.â
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. âIt is big. But not as big as how much I love you.â
Noeul made a tiny, satisfied hum. Her eyes fluttered once, twice, then slipped closed completely. Within seconds her breathing evened out, deep and steady, her whole body going soft and heavy in his lap.
Felix didnât move.
He just sat there, one arm wrapped securely around her back, the other resting gently on her leg like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go. The plane hummed quietly around them. The cabin lights were low. Outside the window, the sky was a soft, endless blue.
The tension that had been living in his shoulders since the company said no to the stage appearance, since his hip flared up, since Noeul had reached for Minho instead of him earlier, it had melted away. His face was soft in a way it rarely got to be lately. The corner of his mouth was turned up in the smallest, gentlest smile, and his eyes stayed fixed on her sleeping face like he was memorizing every eyelash, every freckle, every tiny breath.
You watched him from the seat beside them, heart so full it almost hurt.
This was the Felix you fell in love with all over again every single time, not the idol on stage, not the frustrated man arguing with managers, but the dad who would sit perfectly still for hours if it meant his daughter could sleep on him.
He caught you looking and turned his head just enough to meet your eyes. The smile deepened, small and private and full of everything he didnât have to say out loud.
You reached over and brushed your fingers lightly over his arm.
He mouthed, âI love you.â You mouthed it back.
Noeul made a soft, sleepy sound and nuzzled closer to his chest. Felix adjusted his hold automatically, careful, protective, like she was still brand new even though she was growing so fast.
For the rest of the flight he barely moved. He just held her, cheek resting gently against her hair, looking more at peace than he had in weeks.
Felix hadnât moved in almost forty minutes. His bad hip was probably screaming at him, but he didnât seem to care. He just kept one arm wrapped protectively around her back, the other hand gently stroking her hair, his eyes soft and content in a way that made your chest feel too full.
You were watching them both when he suddenly turned his head toward you. He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear so his voice stayed just for you.
âWhat if we give her a little brother or sister?â
You froze. Your eyes went wide as you pulled back just enough to look at him. He was already smiling, that quiet, dimpled, heart-stopping smile that always made your stomach flip, even after all this time.
âFelixâŚâ you whispered, stunned.
He didnât flinch. If anything, his smile grew a little wider, a little more sure.
âWhat?â he murmured, voice low and warm. âWe make great kids.â
You stared at him, heart hammering so loud you were sure he could hear it over the engines. Noeul shifted in his lap with a tiny sleepy sigh, and Felix automatically adjusted his hold, rocking her gently without ever looking away from you.
âIâm serious,â he said softly. âLook at her. Sheâs perfect. And weâre⌠weâre good at this. Even when itâs hard. Even when Iâm limping around and arguing with managers and weâre living out of suitcases. We still made this.â His thumb brushed over Noeulâs back. âI keep thinking about it lately. About giving her someone to boss around. Someone else to love the way we love her.â
Your throat felt tight. You reached up and touched his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips.
âYou really want that?â you whispered.
âI really do.â His eyes were bright, hopeful, a little nervous in the best way. âNot right this second. Not in the middle of tour. But⌠someday soon. When weâre home. When things feel a little more steady.â He leaned in again, forehead resting gently against yours. âI want more of this. More of us. A whole house full of little ones who look like you and laugh like her.â
Noeul made another soft sound in her sleep and nuzzled closer to his chest. Felix smiled down at her, then back at you, eyes shining.
âWe already make the best team,â he whispered. âImagine what we could do with one more.â
You didnât answer with words.
You just leaned in and kissed him, slow, deep, and full of every feeling you didnât have the space to say out loud right now. When you pulled back, your forehead stayed pressed to his.
The Texas heat hits like a wall the second the plane door opens. Itâs thick, sticky, and so humid that Noeulâs curls immediately frizz up as you step out onto the jet bridge. She wrinkles her nose and clings tighter to Felixâs hand.
âItâs so hot, Daddy,â she complains, already sounding grumpy. âLike inside a dragonâs mouth.â
Felix laughs, but itâs tired. His limp is still noticeable as he helps her down the stairs to the waiting van. âWelcome to Texas, princess. Itâs always like this in the summer.â
The drive to the hotel is quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and Noeulâs occasional sleepy questions about cowboys. By the time you pull up to the sleek downtown hotel, everyone is sticky with sweat and ready for a shower and real beds.
Thatâs when the front desk drops the bomb. The manager looks mortified as he checks the system again. âIâm so sorry, there was a system glitch with the group block. We only have two suites available tonight instead of three. We can try to comp you, but right now we donât have a third room ready until tomorrow afternoon.â
Felixâs jaw tightens. You can see the flash of frustration cross his face, the hip pain, the long flight, the company stress, all of it bubbling up.
Minho and Han, who had been standing behind you with their bags, exchange a quick glance.
Han shrugs. âWe can bunk up. No big deal.â
Minho nods. âOur suite has two bedrooms and a pull-out couch. Plenty of space for the three of you plus us. Weâll make it work.â
Felix looks like he wants to argue, but Noeul is already half-asleep on his shoulder and the heat is making everyone irritable. He sighs and runs a hand through his damp hair.
âYeah. Okay. Thank you.â
The elevator ride up is silent except for the soft ding of the floors. When you finally step into the suite, itâs nice, modern, big windows overlooking the city, but itâs clearly meant for four people, not five plus a cranky toddler.
Noeul lifts her head groggily. âWhereâs my bed?â
Felix sets her down gently. âWeâre all sharing tonight, bug. Itâll be like a big sleepover.â
She looks around, eyes wide. âWith Lee Know and Uncle Hannie?â
Han grins and flops dramatically onto the pull-out couch. âYep. You get the best roommate in the world. I snore like a dragon, but I also tell the best bedtime stories.â
Minho is already unpacking the cat treats heâd brought for Miso earlier, quiet and calm as always. âWeâll make the second bedroom yours and your parentsâ. Couch is mine. Han can take the floor if he keeps talking.â
Han gasps in mock offense. âRude.â
Noeul giggles despite how tired she is. The sound eases some of the tension in Felixâs shoulders. He glances at you, then at the two members who immediately started making space without being asked.
You catch his hand and squeeze once. âItâs only one night. Weâll survive.â
He nods, but you can tell heâs still a little rattled, the control he usually tries to keep over everything keeps slipping lately. Still, when Noeul tugs on his shirt and asks if she can sleep with Bbokari and her new Pluto plush, he melts instantly.
âYeah, princess. Whatever you want.â
Within twenty minutes the suite has been rearranged. Noeul is in the big bedroom with you and Felix, curled up in the middle of the king bed with both plushies. Minho has claimed the couch with a pillow and blanket, and Han is dramatically declaring the floor âperfectly comfortableâ while setting up a little blanket fort.
Felix stands in the doorway of the bedroom, watching Noeul already drifting off again, and lets out a long breath.
âTexas is off to a great start,â he mutters, voice dry.
You step behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back.
âItâs not perfect,â you whisper. âBut weâre all together. Thatâs what matters.â
He turns in your arms and kisses you softly, the kind of kiss that says thank you and Iâm sorry and I love you all at once.
From the living area you hear Han whisper-yell, âIf anyone snores, Iâm kicking them out the window. Texas style.â
Minhoâs deadpan reply, âYou snore the loudest, Jisung.â
Noeul giggles sleepily from the bed.
Felix smiles against your lips, small and tired but real.
âGuess weâre doing this,â he murmurs.
You nod. âGuess we are.â
The next morning in Dallas feels like stepping into a sauna. The Texas sun is already beating down hard by the time everyone piles into the hotel parking lot with their bags and water bottles. Noeul is half-asleep on Felixâs shoulder, still in her pajamas under a hoodie because she refused to change until the last second. Youâre carrying her backpack and your own, trying to keep everyone moving toward the waiting black van.
The driver starts the engine. It coughs once. Twice. Then it dies with a pathetic sputter and a thin curl of smoke from under the hood.
Everyone freezes. The driver pops the hood and stares at the engine like it personally betrayed him. Management is already on the phone, voices sharp and stressed as they try to get a replacement vehicle sent ASAP.
âYou canât sit inside,â one of the staff says quickly, waving you all back. âItâs already like an oven in there. Weâll wait out here.â
The shade from the hotel awning is barely enough. The air is thick, sticky, and so humid that Noeulâs curls start frizzing instantly. Felix shifts her weight carefully, his hip is still clearly bothering him, and sets her down on the curb beside you.
Noeul rubs her eyes, already cranky from the broken sleep and the sudden stop.
âIâm hot,â she whines, kicking her little feet against the pavement. âAnd I want ice cream.â
Felix crouches down beside her, trying to stay patient. âWeâll get some later, princess. The new van is coming soon.â
âBut I want it now,â she says, voice getting louder. âStrawberry with sprinkles. The big cone. Like at Disneyland.â
You kneel next to her, fanning her face with your hand. âBaby, itâs too hot to eat ice cream right now. It would melt before we even open it. Letâs just wait a little bit, okay?â
Noeulâs bottom lip trembles. The heat, the long flight yesterday, the excitement and then disappointment of not going on stage, the crowded suite last night, it all crashes together at once.
âI want ice cream!â she wails, tears spilling over. âI want it right now! I hate Texas! Itâs too hot and I hate it!â
She drops to the ground dramatically, kicking her legs and sobbing loud enough that a couple of hotel guests glance over. Bbokari tumbles out of her arms and she cries even harder.
Felix looks wrecked. His jaw is tight, pain and exhaustion and frustration all mixing on his face as he tries to pick her up. She flails, not wanting to be held.
âPrincess, please..â he starts, voice strained.
âI WANT ICE CREAM!â she screams, face red and splotchy.
Minho appears from behind the van with a bottle of cold water heâd grabbed from inside. He crouches down and presses the cool bottle gently to her cheek.
âHey, tiny one,â he says calmly. âI know itâs hot. I hate it too. But yelling wonât make the van come faster. Take a sip and weâll get you something cold as soon as we can, okay?â
Noeul hiccups, still crying, but she takes the bottle and clutches it like a lifeline. The meltdown doesnât stop completely, but it quiets to sniffly sobs instead of full screaming.
Felix watches Minho calm her down in seconds and you see the flicker of that same hurt from yesterday cross his face again. He doesnât say anything. He just stands up slowly, wincing at his hip, and turns away to talk to the manager about how long the new vehicle will take.
You rub Noeulâs back while she leans against Minho, still sniffling. The replacement van is supposedly fifteen minutes away, but it already feels like an hour. Everyone is standing in the thin strip of shade from the hotel awning, fanning themselves with whatever they can find. Noeul has finally stopped crying, but sheâs still sniffling and leaning heavily against your leg, clutching her water bottle like itâs the only thing keeping her from melting into the pavement.
Felix is a few feet away, leaning against a concrete pillar with his arms crossed. He hasnât said much since the van broke down. His jaw is tight, his cap pulled low, and every time he shifts his weight you can see the small wince from his still-sore hip. Heâs not pacing, not snapping at the staff, heâs just⌠standing there, staring at the ground like the asphalt holds all the answers.
Minho notices. He hands the now-empty cat carrier to one of the staff, then walks over casually, stopping beside Felix like theyâre just two guys waiting for a bus.
âYou okay?â Minho asks, voice low enough that it doesnât carry.
Felix doesnât look at him right away. He keeps his eyes on the ground for a long second.
âIâm fine,â he mutters. Then, quieter, almost under his breath, âIt just feels like maybe you should raise my kid with Ivy instead of me.â
The words hang there in the thick, humid air. Minho turns his head slowly, one eyebrow lifting. He studies Felix for a beat, then lets out a short, dry laugh, not mean, just surprised.
âNah,â he says simply. âIâm just the cool uncle.â
Felix finally glances over, eyes guarded.
Minho shrugs, leaning back against the pillar beside him. âI like hanging with her. Sheâs funny and she doesnât expect me to have all the answers. But Iâm not trying to take your place, man. Thatâs your job. Iâm just the guy who shows up with snacks and cat facts.â
He pauses, then adds, almost casually, âPlus Iâm into Han. No offense to Ivy.â
Felix blinks. The tension in his shoulders cracks just a little. âWait⌠what?â
Minhoâs mouth twitches into a tiny smirk. âYou heard me. Iâm not trying to co-parent with your fiancĂŠe. Iâve got my own⌠complicated situation to figure out.â
Felix stares at him for another second, then lets out a short, tired laugh and rubs a hand over his face. âYouâre serious?â
âDead serious,â Minho says, still casual. âSo relax. Iâm not stealing your family. Iâm just the cool uncle who happens to be really good at calming down tired five-year-olds in hundred-degree heat.â
Felix exhales, long and slow, some of the rigid frustration finally draining out of him. He looks over at you and Noeul, sheâs now sitting on the curb drawing invisible pictures on the ground with her finger, and his expression softens.
âI know,â he says quietly. âIâm being stupid. Itâs just⌠everything lately. The company, the hip, the stage thing, and then she goes straight to you when sheâs upset. It hits different.â
Minho nods once, understanding without needing more explanation. âShe loves you, Lix. She just needed someone who wasnât also hurting and frustrated in that moment. Doesnât mean youâre doing it wrong.â
Felix is quiet for a long beat. Then he bumps Minhoâs shoulder lightly with his own.
âThanks,â he mutters. âFor looking out for her. For all of us.â
Minho shrugs again, like itâs nothing. âThatâs what family does.â
Across the lot, a black van finally turns in. Noeul looks up hopefully, already asking if there will be ice cream at the next stop. Felix straightens, wincing at his hip, but he forces a small smile for her.
Everyone piles in with audible sighs of relief as the cool air blasts over sticky skin and flushed faces. Noeul scrambles into her booster seat between you and Felix, already looking brighter. She kicks her little legs happily and presses her face to the window, watching the city roll by.
âDaddy,â she says, voice full of fresh wonder, âwhere are the cowboys?â
Felix smiles, the first real, soft one youâve seen from him all morning. âTheyâre out there somewhere, princess. Texas has lots of ranches and farms. Some cowboys still wear the big hats and ride horses.â
Noeulâs eyes go huge. âReal horses? Not just in pictures?â
âReal ones,â he confirms, brushing a curl behind her ear. âBig and strong.â
She bounces in her seat. âCan we see horses? Please? After practice? I want to pet one. And maybe it can wear a hat like the cowboys!â
Felix glances at you, a tired but genuine smile tugging at his mouth. His hip is still clearly hurting, but the simple excitement in her voice seems to ease something in him.
âMaybe,â he says. âIf we finish practice early and everyoneâs not too tired, we can try to find a place with horses. Sound good?â
Noeul nods so hard her whole body shakes. âYes! Iâll be super quiet during practice so we can go fast. And Iâll say please to the horse. And Iâll share my gummies with it!â
Felix laughs quietly, the sound warm and low. âYouâre the best negotiator I know.â
She beams and settles back, already humming her off-key âChk Chk Boomâ again, the earlier meltdown completely forgotten now that cool air and the promise of real horses are on the table.
You slip your hand into Felixâs and squeeze once. He squeezes back, leaning his head against the window for a second, eyes closing like heâs letting himself breathe.
The van glides smoothly through Dallas traffic, the city skyline growing taller outside the tinted windows. Noeul chatters happily the whole way, asking what color the horse should be, whether it will let her ride it, and if cowboys say âhowdyâ in real life.
Felix answers every single question with endless patience, even though you can see the faint lines of pain around his eyes. But heâs smiling. Really smiling.
The practice room in Dallas is air-conditioned, but the atmosphere feels heavier than the Texas heat outside. Noeul is sitting on a folding chair near the mirrors with you, legs swinging, Bbokari on her lap and a juice box in her hand. Sheâs happily humming and waving at Felix every time he looks her way.
Felix is not okay. His limp has gotten noticeably worse. Every sharp turn, every low drop into the choreography makes him wince, his face tightening for a split second before he forces the idol smile back on. Heâs trying, really trying, to push through the full setlist, but the pain is obvious to anyone watching closely. Chan notices first. He calls a quick break after the second run and pulls Felix aside, voice low but firm.
âYouâre favoring that hip bad. Sit down. Weâre getting the doctor.â
Felix tries to brush it off. âIâm fine. Itâs just tight from the flight.â
Chan doesnât budge. âYouâre not fine. Sit.â
The tour doctor arrives within minutes, a calm, no-nonsense woman whoâs traveled with them before. She has Felix sit on a bench and carefully examines the hip, pressing, rotating, asking where it hurts most.
Felix hisses through his teeth when she finds the spot.
âMuscle strain,â she says after a few minutes. âPossibly a mild tear. You need to limit use as much as possible. No full choreography today. Weâll adjust the formation so you can mark it or walk through the parts that aggravate it. Ice, rest when you can, and these..â She hands him a small bottle of muscle relaxers. âTake one now and another before the show if needed. But no pushing it. Youâre no good to anyone if you canât walk tomorrow.â
Felix stares at the bottle, jaw clenched. âI can still perform.â
âYou can perform smart,â the doctor says firmly. âNot at the risk of making it worse.â
Noeul has been watching the whole time. She slides off her chair and toddles over, tugging on Felixâs sleeve.
âDaddy, your hip still ouchie?â she asks, voice small.
Felix forces a smile for her and pulls her into his lap, careful not to jostle himself. âA little, bug. But the doctor gave me medicine to make it better. Iâll be okay for the show tonight.â
She nods seriously and pats his chest gently. âIâll be good and quiet so you can rest.â
You stand beside them, hand on Felixâs shoulder, feeling the tension still radiating from him.
The rest of practice is modified. Felix sits out the more demanding parts, marking the moves instead of dancing full-out. He looks frustrated and quiet, but every time Noeul cheers for him from the side, he lights up just a little.
Later, as theyâre wrapping up, Felix leans into you while Noeul is distracted showing Minho a drawing.
âI hate this,â he mutters under his breath. âI wanted to give her the best show. Now Iâm barely even dancing.â
You rub his back gently. âShe doesnât care how perfect the dance is. She just wants to see her daddy up there. And youâre still going to be amazing.â
Felix exhales, resting his forehead against yours for a second.
âYeah⌠I know.â
But the disappointment lingers in his eyes as they pack up to head back to the hotel. The van pulls up to the small private ranch just outside Dallas as the late afternoon sun paints everything golden.
Felix had made the call right after practice, quiet, determined, and ignoring the doctorâs advice to rest. His hip is still taped and heâs moving slower than usual, but the second he saw how Noeulâs eyes lit up at the mention of âreal horses,â he refused to let anything stop him.
âThis is for her,â heâd told you in the car, voice soft but firm. âOne good thing today.â
Noeul is practically vibrating in her booster seat the entire drive, clutching Bbokari and asking every thirty seconds if theyâre there yet. When the van stops and she sees the wooden fence, the red barn, and the actual horses grazing in the distance, she lets out the loudest squeal youâve ever heard from her.
âHorses!â she yells, already trying to unbuckle herself. âReal ones!â
Felix helps her out carefully, wincing only a little when he lifts her. You stay right beside him, one hand on his lower back for support.
A young woman in worn jeans, boots, and a faded cowboy hat steps out of the barn, brushing her hands on her shirt. Sheâs in her mid-twenties, sun-kissed, with a warm, easy smile.
Noeulâs eyes go impossibly wide.
âWow,â she breathes, clutching Felixâs hand. âA real cowgirl! Like Jessie from Toy Story!â
The woman laughs, bright and genuine, and crouches down to Noeulâs level.
âWell hey there, partner. You must be Noeul. Iâm Riley. Welcome to the ranch.â
Noeul nods, starstruck. âYou have a hat and boots and everything!â
Riley grins and tips her hat. âOnly way to run the place.â Her eyes flick up to Felix and you, and her expression shifts into something softer, almost shy. âAnd⌠wow. Felix from Stray Kids. In real life. On my ranch.â She laughs a little, flustered. âIâm a huge fan. Like, embarrassingly huge. My whole playlist is your songs when Iâm working the horses.â
Felix smiles, tired but real. âThank you. We really appreciate you letting us come on short notice.â
Riley waves it off. âAre you kidding? This is the coolest thing thatâs happened here all year. Come on, letâs give this little one the best tour ever.â
Riley walks you through everything slowly so Felix can keep up without pushing his hip too hard. She lets Noeul pet the gentlest horses first, a big brown mare who lowers her head so Noeul can reach her nose.
âSheâs so soft!â Noeul whispers, awed. âLike a giant stuffed animal.â
Riley laughs. âHer nameâs Daisy. She loves kids.â She shows Noeul how to hold her hand flat for treats, then leads them over to the goats and the baby pigs. Noeul is in heaven, giggling at the little goats that try to nibble her shoelaces.
Riley brings out a small, calm pony already saddled up with a child-sized helmet.
âYou want to ride her?â Riley asks Noeul. âHer nameâs Buttercup. Sheâs the sweetest pony we have.â
Noeul looks at Felix with huge, hopeful eyes. âCan I, Daddy? Please?â
Felix glances at you, then nods, the pain in his hip forgotten for a moment. âYeah, baby. Go ride your horse.â
Riley is incredibly patient, helping Noeul into the saddle, showing her how to hold the reins, and walking slowly beside Buttercup while Noeul beams like sheâs on top of the world.
âIâm a real cowgirl!â she shouts, waving at you and Felix.
Felixâs eyes are shining as he watches her. Even with the limp and the exhaustion, the smile on his face is pure and bright. You slip your arm around his waist and lean into him.
âYou did this for her,â you whisper.
He presses a kiss to your temple. âShe deserves it.â
Riley keeps the ride short and gentle, but she makes it feel like the most special thing in the world. When they finish, she helps Noeul down and gives her a little plastic sheriffâs badge âfor being the bravest rider weâve had all week.â
Noeul pins it to her shirt immediately and runs back to Felix, throwing her arms around his legs.
âThank you, Daddy,â she says, muffled against his jeans. âThis is the best day ever.â
Felix crouches down, slow and careful with his hip, and hugs her tight.
âYouâre welcome, princess,â he whispers. âIâd take you to a hundred ranches if it made you this happy.â
Noeul is still talking a mile a minute about Buttercup and the goats and how sheâs going to tell Lee Know all about the real cowgirl she met.
Felix looks at you over her head, eyes soft and full of love. âThis,â he says quietly, âis what I wanted.â
The afternoon sun is still blazing when Minho finds you in the hotel hallway after practice. Noeul is half-asleep against your hip, exhausted from the ranch and the heat.
âHey,â Minho says quietly. âHan and I can take her for the afternoon if you two want some time. The hotel just texted, your original suite is ready now. Whole afternoon, no interruptions.â
Felix looks at you, something warm and hungry flickering in his eyes despite the pain. You nod once.
âThank you,â you say, squeezing Minhoâs arm. âReally.â
Minho just shrugs, already reaching for Noeul. âGo. Weâve got her. She already told me she wants to draw more kitties anyway.â
Noeul stirs long enough to wave sleepily at you both before Minho carries her down the hall toward Han, whoâs waiting with a dramatic âAuntie Han reporting for duty!â
The second the door to your newly assigned suite clicks shut behind you and Felix, the rest of the world disappears.
Felix doesnât waste time. He backs you against the wall, kissing you deep and slow, hands sliding under your shirt like heâs been starving for this since the interrupted morning.
âIâve been thinking about this all day,â he murmurs against your mouth. âAbout you. About us.â
You smile into the kiss, fingers threading through his hair. âYeah?â
He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and serious.
âWhat if we make another baby?â he whispers.
Your eyes widen. âFelix..â
He smiles, soft and sure, dimples showing. âWhat? We make great kids.â
The words hit you square in the chest. You laugh, breathless, and kiss him again, harder this time. Clothes come off in a slow, deliberate trail toward the bed, his hoodie, your shirt, his sweatpants, your shorts. When you push him gently onto the mattress, he winces at the movement but doesnât complain.
He lies back against the pillows, cock already hard and flushed against his stomach.
âCome here,â he says, voice rough. âBut⌠you might have to do the work, love. I canât thrust. Gotta save the hips for tomorrowâs show.â
You crawl over him, straddling his thighs. âI can do that.â
You sink down onto him slowly, both of you groaning at the stretch. He fills you perfectly, hot and thick, and you take a second to adjust, rolling your hips in a slow circle.
âFuck,â Felix breathes, hands gripping your waist. âYou feel so good.â
You start moving, slow, deep rolls of your hips, grinding down on him in a steady rhythm. Every time you take him to the hilt you clench around him, watching his face twist with pleasure. You ride him like that for long minutes, building him up, then slowing right when his breathing gets ragged and his hips twitch like he wants to thrust.
âBaby,â he groans, head tipping back. âDonât..fuck, youâre killing me.â
You smile, wicked, and deliberately slow your pace again, dragging your hips in a lazy circle that makes him curse under his breath.
âYouâre so close already,â you tease, leaning down to kiss his neck. âBut I want to enjoy you.â
He lets out a broken sound when you squeeze around him again. âPlease.. Iâm already injured, donât edge me, I canât..â
You sit up straighter, rolling your hips once more, taking him deep and holding there.
Felixâs fingers dig into your thighs. âBaby, no..donât come on, Iâm already injured please..â
His voice cracks on the last word, desperate and wrecked. You can feel him throbbing inside you, right on the edge, but you keep the pace torturously slow, watching the way his chest heaves and his eyes flutter.
You lean down, brushing your lips against his ear.
âYouâre going to come when I say,â you whisper. âAnd not a second sooner.â
Felix whines, the sound so pretty it makes you clench around him again. You ride him like that for a long time, slow, deliberate, savoring every gasp and plea, until the afternoon light shifts across the room and the only thing either of you can focus on is each other.
Noeul js in a much better mood after her nap, skipping a little as they head toward the waiting car. Minho has the small backpack with her snacks and Bbokari, while Han is already dramatically pretending to be a tour guide.
âFirst stop: the best ice cream in Dallas,â Han announces in a silly voice. âThen weâre going to meet some animals. Sound good, tiny boss?â
Noeul nods so hard her Minnie ears wobble. âYes! Ice cream with sprinkles. And maybe a ostrich?â
Minho chuckles. âWeâll see what we can find.â
The ice cream shop is only a short drive away. Noeul picks strawberry with rainbow sprinkles and ends up with it all over her nose and chin within minutes. Han takes a picture and sends it to the group chat with the caption âfuture idol in training.â Minho wipes her face gently with a napkin, smiling the whole time.
âYouâre a mess, little one,â he says fondly.
âIâm a happy mess,â she declares, exactly the way she told Felix the day before.
The petting zoo is next, a small, shaded spot just outside the city with goats, sheep, baby pigs, and even a couple of fluffy alpacas. Noeul lights up the second she sees the animals. She feeds the goats with careful handfuls of pellets, giggles when a baby pig tries to nibble her shoelace, and spends the longest time petting a gentle gray donkey.
âLook, Lee Know!â she says, pointing. âHeâs like your kitties but bigger!â
Minho crouches beside her, letting the donkey sniff his hand. âHeâs very polite. Good job feeding him.â
Han snaps more pictures, grinning like an idiot. âWeâre never going to hear the end of this from the group chat.â
They stay until Noeulâs energy starts to dip again. On the way back to the car, sheâs holding both their hands, swinging between them. The sun is lower now, painting everything soft and golden. Suddenly she stops and looks up at Han with a very serious expression.
âUncle Hannie,â she says proudly, âyou should be Lee Knowâs person.â
Han freezes mid-step. âWait⌠what?â
âYou make him happy,â Noeul explains, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âLike Mommy makes Daddy happy. You should be his person.â
Minho coughs, clearly trying not to laugh. Hanâs face goes pink.
âReally?â Han says, voice cracking a little. âYou think so?â
Noeul nods, very sure of herself. âLee Know said youâre his person. But itâs a secret.â She puts one finger to her lips. âShhh. Donât tell anyone.â
Han stares at her, then at Minho, who is suddenly very interested in a nearby tree.
âYou⌠he said that?â Han asks, soft and a little stunned.
âMhm,â Noeul says, swinging their hands again like she didnât just drop a bomb. âBut itâs secret. So you have to be quiet.â
Minho finally glances over, eyes warm and a tiny bit shy. âSheâs got a big mouth for a tiny person.â
Han is still pink, but heâs smiling now, big and real and a little overwhelmed. âI⌠yeah. Okay. Secretâs safe with me.â
Noeul beams, satisfied that sheâs done her important job. She starts skipping again, chattering about the donkey and how she wants to tell Daddy all about it later.
Han and Minho walk on either side of her, quiet for a moment. Then Han bumps Minhoâs shoulder lightly.
âSo⌠Iâm your person, huh?â he says under his breath.
Minho bumps him back, cheeks just the slightest bit pink. âShe wasnât supposed to tell you that part.â
Han laughs softly, the sound warm and happy. âToo late. I know now.â
Noeul looks up at both of them, proud of herself. âYouâre both my favorite uncles. And now you can be happy like Mommy and Daddy.â
The two men exchange a look over her head, soft, a little shy, but full of something real.
By the time they get back to the hotel, Noeul is yawning again, but sheâs still talking about the donkey and the sprinkles and how sheâs going to draw a picture for everyone later. Han carries her the last bit of the way, and Minho walks beside them, quiet but smiling.
Noeul, of course, has no idea she just played matchmaker. Sheâs just thinking about what color she wants her future kitten to be when they get home to Korea.
Űśŕ§ âď¸Synopsis: Aang is very concerned about your emotional well being
°Ëâ´ Warning: None
Itâs been.. well quite a time since youâve been this emotional. The past few weeks have been exhausting. Aang has been busy doing Avatar duties, and yourself has been dealing with other diplomatic issues. The two began to clash. Time alone together became cut short or simply rare, and your hours of sleep has began to decrease as well.
Heâs noticed how exhausted you were, and the loving boyfriend he is, he wanted to stop everything just to hold you and tell you itâd be alright. But there was no time, the anxiety and worry began to eat at him. The boiling point was when you had stopped a crisis between two tribes and got caught in the cross fire. Aang immediately dropped what he was doing in order to go and help you.
Itâd been a day and a half since the incident and your body was still worn out. You hadnât left your quarters in a while, a few members of their respective tribes came to apologize to you, but all messages were taken through Katara. You wereâ emotionally reactive. And she didnât want you to feel any worse. Aang landed, sliding down Appa and approaching Katara. âAre.. they okay?â
Katara gave him this unamused look, âDefine okay.â Aang gulped at that, âUhh? Not screaming and crying? Yelling.. or throwing things?â She sighed, put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. âIâm not sure, she hasnât come out since it happened, I guess sheâs still upset. Just donât say anything stupid.â He nodded and slowly turned the handle.
The sound made you go rigid. You stayed still while you waited for someone to speak. âHey.. you okay?â Thats all you needed to hear. You were immediately sat up with tears in your eyes. âOh honey..â He started walking towards you, but you were quick and already wrapping yourself around his broad shoulders. He nestled his nose into your shoulder, lovingly wrapping his arms around your body and holding you close.
âIâm so tired. I donât want to keep doing this, i want to go home and be with you.â His heart ached, knowing all this distress was mostly caused from the distance between you two.
âI know honey, weâll fix it soon..â He tried to be optimistic, to be hopeful. You cried a little harder, fingers dug into his clothes and your ankles crossed over his back. âIâll stay for a while.â You pulled back and looked at him with a slightly puffy face. âMaybe you should eat something. You look like you havenât been eating well enough.â
His gentleness made you cry again, he went completely still and brushed some of your hair back. âAre you sure youâre okay? Iâm worried.â His big beautiful eyes looked at you with the most honest concern. You told him you were fine butâ he knew otherwise.
He stayed, ate dinner with you and even slept with you the whole night! In the morning, Katara made a list of things he and you should get from the market. She wanted the two of you to do an activity together, just you two, alone time. He took the list and rubbed his hand up your back. âCome on, time to wake up. You wanna come with me to the market? Itâs okay, iâll make sure no one comes up to you okay?â You nodded, wiped your face and changed into fresh clothes.
The walk to the market was peaceful, kids playing here and there but nothing too stressful. Whilst picking out melons, he picked up a nice heavy one, filled with water, just the way you liked it. He knew how sweet you like your watermelons. He showed it to you with a pretty smile on his face. Tears immediately built up into your eyes. He didnât know what to say, stood there trying to calm you down. He realized you were crying because you felt.. overwhelmed by how caring he was being. He had been extremely nice to you, affectionate, and attentive. You hadnât experienced any of that recently. He smiled at you gently, âCome here dummy.â He smothered you with kisses until you laughed.
âLetâs get this back to Katara okay? Iâll stay for longer this time.â He hugged you close, pressing his cheek against your head and walked all the way back with you. The warmth and comfort that followed for the next few days was well needed, for both of you. You sank into his arms every time, and every time he held you tighter.
Summary: You and Link had always been close. But recently he's been drifting a bit, and you're worried about him.
Warnings: none
small warning, this is unedited and not beta-read so...
if there are grammatical errors, have mercy on me
if there are any warnings i missed, please tell me
this is legit word vomit, ngl
hope you enjoy tho
- Diamond
(work under the cut)
Link had been acting strange recently. Stranger than usual at least. At first, you figured it was just⌠Link being Link. Maybe he was having a bad week, or a noble had insulted his common origins again, or maybe a knight had badmouthed the princessâ honor. There were so many little explanations for his behavior.Â
Yet you couldnât shake the feeling that there was more to it than that.Â
Which was ridiculous. If something was bothering Link so terribly, youâd like to believe heâd tell you. Though the more you think about it⌠and who youâre talking about⌠Link probably wouldnât even tell you. Someone he trusted enough to love.Â
The idea made your chest hurt, but you couldnât deny the validity of it. Link has always been horrible at sharing his problems, even with the people who cared about him.
âLink?â You whispered softly, voice echoing through your shared chambers. You received no response. This wasnât uncommon. Link may not appear as such, but he was a deep thinker. His mind was brilliant, and that brilliance had been what had pulled you in, all those years ago. Being little kids in Mabe Village, running around the ranch. You could vividly remember the childish laughter, and how quickly it turned into hushed whimpers as the others hid from the guards that had come to collect Link. To take him far away from home.Â
So far it took you years to finally find him again. Despite his fame as the hero, all you could see is that brilliant young boy with eyes bluer and brighter than the lake that youâd visit with the other ranch residents.Â
âLink,â you called again, footsteps echoing alongside your voice as you stepped closer to where he sat on the bed, prepared for what would be a⌠restful sleep.Â
âStarlight,â he finally breathed as you sat next to him, his eyes meeting yours as he was dragged out of the haze heâd been stuck in for the past few days.Â
âYouâve been⌠unwell these past few days, is there something wrong?â You ask, hand brushing over his knuckles as he entwines your fingers together.Â
âItâs⌠nothing you need to worry about, Starlight,â Link assures you, breathing out a sigh as he brings you close, bringing you into his arms. âIâm just worried that the Disaster will come, and we wonât be ready,â Link admits, arms tightening around your shoulders.Â
âSunshine, youâve been training for this all your life⌠even if you think youâre not ready yet, well, I know youâre ready for whatever comes your way. Whether it be divine wrath or a man with a pitchfork,â you answer, pressing your forehead to his, hands cupping his cheeks as he stares into your eyes with admiration⌠and doubt.Â
âHow can you be so sure?â Link questions, voice soft, eyebrows furrowing.
âBecause I know you, Sunshine. Youâre someone who never gives up, who never backs down, and has a mind so brilliant, Iâm not sure how I got so lucky,â you speak, gently brushing away the mussed up hair from his face. Link smiles lightly, gaze softening as he looks into your eyes, bringing you into a crushing hug.Â
âYou always know just what to say, dontcha, Starlight?â Link chuckles as you press your face into his shoulder, memorizing his scent and the feeling of his warmth surrounding you. What you couldnât see was the way his smile falls, the soft look in his eyes replaced by something unreadable.Â
âÂ
âThe hero is missing!â
âWhat?â
âHe disappeared!â
âWhere could he have gone?â
âDid he abandon us?â
âHow could he!â
âThat traitorâŚ!â
â
â...Your Highness,â you mumbled.Â
âGood evening, dear knight,â she greeted, voice tender, eyes filled with the same warmth you could recall in her gaze every time you had met. â...You heard the news, didnât you?â Zelda questioned, and your silence told her everything.
âMy deepest, sincerest apologies, my dear knightâŚâ Zelda murmurs as she wraps her arms around you, quietly soothing your sobs as the night passes on.Â
âÂ
âBlack blooded monsters? That is⌠quite unusual,â Zelda comments as you bring her news of what your latest travels had uncovered. âPerhaps⌠he has something to do with this? The same way he had corrupted the Guardians⌠Do you believe youâll be able to grant us an audience with one of them? I believe weâll need to discuss this with them,â Zelda requested, eyebrows furrowed in thought.Â
âOf course. Iâm sure Nayadra would be more than willing to help,â you nodded, a hand grasping at the strap of your leather bag.Â
âI greatly appreciate this, Iâll have to inform the guard to be wary of these monsters. They appear smarter, more powerful compared to the usual monsters weâre accustomed to, no use risking an encounter,â Zelda answered, dismissing you shortly after that.Â
Sighing, you wandered away from the castle, heading toward the peaks of Necluda, a place of freezing cold temperatures⌠and the Guardian of Wisdomâs favorite place to linger. First, however, you wanted something to eat before you hit the road. Cooking on the road may be delicious, and you liked to believe youâd developed some decent cooking skills⌠nothing could be a local restaurant. Not when it came to the Castletown businesses.Â
You found a stand selling some food, and decided that it was best you grab some to-go food instead of dining it.Â
âThatâll be 30 rupees,â the shopkeep said as you sighed, digging through your wallet to grab the thirty rupees. It wasnât expensive per se⌠but still. You could only hope the food was worth the price.Â
Walking to the outskirts of the city, you smiled at the sight of your loftwing peacefully resting near the stables. âHey girl, ready for a trip to Necluda?â You greeted the bird, who gave a low coo in return, unraveling from her place near the stables. âThank you for taking care of her,â you bowed to the stablekeep, who waved you and your extra rupees off.Â
Once out of the city, you mounted your loftwing, and you suddenly found yourself with a foreboding feeling.Â
It was probably nothing.Â
â
This is definitely not nothing, you thought as you stood next to the usual spot that the Guardian of Wisdom liked to hang out at. The peaks of Necluda. For some odd reason, you couldnât find any traces of the Guardian around.Â
What you did find was a portal that was swirling purple, accompanied by the overwhelming urge to enter it.Â
Still, what kind of hero would you be if you randomly entered every suspicious portal you encountered? So, seeing as Nayadra wasnât around, you attempted to settle down at the Necluda peaks for the night, your loftwing flying off and away from the freezing temperatures she was not made to withstand.Â
Of course, your attempts to ignore it were⌠futile. As the pulling and tugging in your chest turned into a yanking sensation that knocked you off your feet.Â
âFuck fuckâ okay! Okay! Geezâ... what do you want now, White Goddess?â You cursed, fumbling as you did your best to resist the journey the White Goddess was attempting to send you on. No way you were going on another one. The first two had already been worse than the depths of Dinraalâs recklessness.Â
No way, not by the Golden Goddesses, would you willingly go on another one.Â
âIâm afraid she isnât giving you much choice,â a familiar, collected voice cut through the snow storm.Â
âNayadra!â You exclaimed before their words registered. âWait, what does that meanââ Before you could even finish, a portal opened up underneath your feet, and you found yourself swept away and into a brand new adventure. One you were sorely unenthused about.Â
. . .
âThat⌠that fucking hurt!â You hissed, hands on your knees as you breathed in and out. A harsh glare was aimed at the river youâd landed in. It just had to be a running one too, didnât it? Was this some sort of retribution for your attempts to resist her? You swore you were so gonna tell Zel about this when you got home. At least she could lower the amount of sacrifices that year. Thatâll teach that damned goddess a lesson.Â
Before you could properly assess more about your current location, you heard the sound of approaching footsteps. And they didnât sound very friendly. In fact, heavily armored was more like it. Well, one heavily armored person. The rest of the armor sounded lighter to you.Â
When you turned, still disorientated by the wonderful little dip youâd just taken, you almost jumped out of your skin at what you saw.Â
Űśŕ§ âď¸Synopsis: How each member would âsoft launchâ you
°Ëâ´ Warning: Not the most well written thing! Might be not extremely accurate
.âď¸ ÝË Chan:
- Doesnât really âpostâ because he wants to protect you, you took a picture of him mid nap and put it on his bubble with no context. and only laughed when someone asked who took the picture. twitter had a field day
- If he does âpostâ itâs probably the most boyfriend coded pictures ever like the ones Changbin took, however this time fans didnât get a look of who took the photos.
.âď¸ ÝË Minho:
- Posts a picture of his cats but in the very corner your hand is slightly visible in the cats fur.
- Indirectly talks abt you on bubble but itâs so confusing that no one gets it. Heâs always so random so no expects any different
.âď¸ ÝË Changbin:
- Would post cute gym pictures like two yoga mats beside each other or matching water bottles. This man is so good to you, he has matching keychains on his bag wherever he goes
- Would post a picture of himself holding two bags, outside a restaurant known for couples dining.
.âď¸ ÝË Hyunjin:
- Lets you pain his nails and posts them to his story with a sappy love song.
- Posts matching hoodies on his story, nail sets that look like they should be matching with another person, and probably posted a bouquet at least once.
.âď¸ ÝË Jisung:
- Random aah doodles like usual but this time he drew extra silly ones that looked like two hands holding.
- Wrote a cute verse about you and put it as his insta caption but didnât specify.
.âď¸ ÝË Felix:
- Bakes/cooks for you, posts it to his bubble claiming its for a âspecial personâ but doesnât elaborate further
- Heâs like chan in the way he wants to protect you as much as possible which usually means the most secretive posts EVER
.âď¸ ÝË Seungmin:
- Posts two differently styled bracelets on his story, also could definitely see him making âjokesâ here and there only you would get. Some people catch on, but itâs never enough to point fingers
- Makes an odd smirk whenever someone talks about his future or the possibility of him being with someone
.âď¸ ÝË Jeongin:
- Probably posts odd looking plushies and one of supposed to be you lmao. Jokes about it on bubble and people post it to twitter thinking heâs just hilarious
- Posted himself in your clothes and people definitely noticed how it didnât fit him in the chest and shoulders. He was asked about it twice and just smirked
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Űśŕ§ âď¸Synopsis: Youâre obsessed with the way your boyfriend smells
°Ëâ´ Warning: short!
â°â¤ Reqs: open
You absolutely love the way Felix smells, itâs addictive. Itâs like you canât find it anywhere else even though youâve smelt his perfume, it justâ isnât the same. Felix smells like pure vanilla and something else you canât quite place. At first you tried to be subtle about it, but Felix caught on quietly. He loved that you found comfort in the scent, so he never mentioned it and let you crawl all over him any time you saw him.
The body contact and attention he was getting made him extremely happy. And sometimes people said he looked like he was in an even better mood than usual. Felix might be the kind to sniff his food, praising how good it smells before devouring itâ but seeing you do that to him made him realize just how affectionate it was. When heâd come home from an event, smelling like different kinds of perfumes or colognes, he would see that flash of disappointment in your eyes. Sure he smelled nice, but it wasnât him. So he started wearing the vanilla scent more and more, even started using different vanilla scented lotions and body oils.
The effect was immediate. He came home that night after a meeting with management and coming in through the door was like a big shift happened. The house felt warmer, a little more comfortable and relaxed. Seeing your face perk up into a sweet smile while you hugged him was the highlight of his night. Youâd shove your face into his neck and heâd tilt his head to give you more access. Cuddling and other close proximity activities became more and more frequent. Felix being obviously a very physically affectionate and open person, was definitely more than welcoming of this fact.
The smell never fully came out of the blankets, pillow cases, or anything else in the house. But thatâs what made it so memorable.
Űśŕ§ âď¸Synopsis: You have back pain just like Felix, meaning the both of you take care of each other!
°Ëâ´ Warning: None
Having a debilitating hip and back pain wasnât something either of you were a stranger too. Felixâs pain was due to an injury in a car accident, yours however was chronic pain. He knew better than anyone how painful it could be, how much of a hurdle it was to get through every day. Which us why there was so much patience and stability in your relationship.
There was times on stage, during a fan meet, where Felixâs pain just became too much. He needed relief, but with so many people watching it felt impossible. While the crowd watched Hyunjin and Chan do something together, Felix came and stood in front of you while you were sitting in your stool. Pretending to fix his clothes, you pressed your thumbs into his lower back and made circles. You felt his body jerk, you shushed him gently and kept going.
A few cameras caught the interaction, the way Felixâs face scrunched in pain yet still softened when you spoke to him. The clip went semi viral with the concern of both of your healths. Although it was never spoken out loud was obvious that the two of you were very close and knew how to manage each otherâs pains.
In a recent skz vlog, you lay on the floor, accidentally haven fallen asleep to music. Jeongin, sat beside you and pat your back while you slept. Felix however, had just came back from getting water. Seeing you on the floor, laying on your stomach was a given. He sat over your legs and brushed your shirt up. The pressure of his palms made you whine in pain, but itâs common knowledge that Felix is extremely good in massages. His warm hands worked your hips and around your tail bone. Eventually the whining stopped and began to help. Jeongin asked him questions about your pain, Felix answered a few but didnât give every detail incase it wasnât something you wanted others to know.
At home, this same behavior continued. When the pain became just too much, he was there to help. When you dropped something and could bend over at all? Felix was there to help you. If Felix was frustrated because it hurt to sit? Youâd adjust all the blankets in the bed to support whatever position felt the best. And if both of you were in pain, the day was filled with affection and gentle reminders. âItâs okay sweetheart, make sure you stretch later. Please drink water.â Heâd gently shush you if the pain began to make you cry.
âI know, I know. Let me help you shampoo.â And when you were finished? Youâd put some shampoo on your hands and begin to wash his hair as well.
Going to the beach together was another thing, laying on a soft towel, warm sand over your feet and the sun hitting the aching joints in your body made a bit more bearable. The sand molding to your position. That night, when the two of you are in bed and the exhaustion kicked in, the peacefulness finally settled. The gentleness, the patience, and the love never went awayâ never faltered.
a/n: sorry itâs short iâll work on something bigger soon
Űśŕ§ âď¸Synopsis: Felix and you go on a little trip together!
°Ëâ´ Warning: none
You know those tiny car living videos you see on xiaohongshu? Yeah well Felix got obsessed with them over the very last week of his events and come up with this whole plan in his head. He wanted to rent one of these mini chinese vans, drive out of city for a day or two and just relax in nature. Maybe even go on a hike or two just to really experience everything. As soon as he got home he started to rent the van, he totally forgot to ask you first.
About an hour later he comes into your shared bedroom and announces, âOkay you need to pack.â You looked confused and startled so he started again, âOkay so I had an idea.. Why donât we rent those tiny vans and go stay somewhere for a night where we can see the stars. Just us.â He sounded so gentle and excited that you couldnât refuse him, thank god because he had already rented the van and started making an order for everything the two of you would need. âGreat cause.. I already did it.â That sweet awkward smile showed up on his cute face.
âLix!â He shrugged and smiled, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your face. âItâll be fun.â You had no doubt that itâll fun, sounds cozy, the two of you are perfectly fine with sleeping and living as velcro to each other. âOkay really, start packing, only a couple pairs of clothes and stuff like shoes.â That night, he was basically wiggling with excitement when the two of you got into bed. He was so happy, heâd been watching these videos for months now. If it werenât for you cuddling up to him then he probably wouldnât have been able to sleep all night.
In the morning, the two of you ate breakfast and bought some things like fruits, veggies, and other quick meals. He was so excited. And seeing him happy was warming. It was still cold out and even more so at night, so the two of you packed a bunch of blankets and socks, as well as the projector for entertainment. As you guys drove off into a quiet area away from the city and into a campground, he got the back of the van cozy and ready for the first night. Felix took the mini grill out and started to prepare dinner, you cut some vegetables and laid them on the grill.
After eating under the stars, the ambiance of nature, and each otherâs company it was finally time to lay down. With the curtain open and the windows slightly cracked for air flow, the two of you laid in the back of the van, cuddled up to each other. The coolness of outside and the warmth of your bodies created a calm atmosphere for the both of you. âI like it when itâs just us.â Felix paused before continuing. âI mean.. I like spending time with you alone because that way it feels so much more intimate and special. I love these moments.â
âWe should do this more..â You said as you pulled him impossibly closer. He smiled softly at you, tucked hair behind your ear. âThatâs the goal sweetheart.â The night came over the both of you and eventually fell asleep in each otherâs arms. The bright stars stayed present, witnessing the love the two of you shared. His hand gently traveled over your skin throughout the night. Sometimes his hand would find its way under your shirt and feel up your sides. And other times his hand would be gently stroking your thigh. The tiny space was enough to keep both of you comfortable but still tiny enough that the two of you needed to cuddle close.
As night stretched on and morning began to rise, Felix started to wake up slowly. He kissed your forehead and ran his hand over your back. After some time he kissed your cheeks and eventually your lips. You slowly began to wake up, seeing those lovey eyes.. warm expression and freckled face first thing in the morning was heaven. âGood morning!â The even deeper voice jolted you more awake. He laughed but there was barely a sound, his voice was still coming back from sleeping. He leaned it and kissed your forehead. âBacon or eggs?â He pushed the air around upper face back and admired your eyes.
âBacon.. but not too crunchy.â Your soft answer made him huff a laugh, this time more audible. He sat up and took out the mini grill, something Chan got him one year for a gift exchange. Today would be a good dayâ nice weather, good company, food, and a peaceful hike. Heâd be sure to make more plans like this in the future.
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Űśŕ§ âď¸Synopsis: Traveler falls into a deep sleep, like he once did after the cataclysm.
°Ëâ´ Warning: suggestive joke at end
It was a normal day in Mondstadt, well for the most part. You had been doing commissions like normal, after collecting your rewards you decided to take a nap in the fields near Stormterrorâs Lair. The soft grass, no monsters, no tasks. Just peace and the nice blow of the wind. It was rare you took naps unless they were the teapot. You could hear trees moving in the distance, grass dancing beside you, you curled up. Sleeping became easy when it was with Venti, so the wind brought you company. It lulled you to sleep with its gentleness.
In the beginning, you dreamed of many things. The god that stopped you and your sister from passing, waking up after hundreds of years, meeting your companion and touching your first statue. The dreams began to merge in this confusing, messy, cinematic piece. Like different memories were talking over each other. Your body and brain began to get overwhelmed and started to shut down. All of the dreams suddenly stopped.. and it was quiet for a while.
As you fall into a deeper sleep state, the anemo powers began to fluctuate. Dvalin sensed this fluctuating power and came to investigate. As the large creature circled the air, analyzing your body on the grass, he decided to stay with you. As he watched over you longer he realized this wasnât any ordinary sleep. You were resting abnormally. There was zero activity in your body, most of your functions had slowed or stopped completely. Itâs almost like Venti back when he was in his dormant state.
Dvalin curled around you, laid his wind over you to protect you from the sun, and watched for however long he needed to. He stayed there for quite some time. The large companion had already eaten his fill a few days ago, he wouldnât need another meal for a while. This was fine. After almost a day of taking care of you, he felt the winds shift. This was no longer a gentle breeze. It was sharp and changing from no winds at all to high speeds. Then he heard a lyre. âThere he comes.â Dvalin knew âBarbatosâ would come shortly.
âDvalin, I canât find Windblume! No one has seen him in days!â He started frantically, his senses had been thrown off by the fear settling in himself. âCalm yourself, Barbatos. Your rationality is wavering. Heâs fine.â Dvalin slowly pulled his wing back. And there you were. A curled up traveler. Ventiâs face immediately softened, he took a step forward and his hands twitched like he desperately needed to reach out. Dvalin closed his wing back over you. âCareful. I donât know the state heâs in. Itâs possible heâs gone dormant. A star, a traveler from another world. You know as well as I do, Barbatos. You too have gone dormant.â Venti huffed from his nose, already preparing his attitude.
âIâm a god, I left for the good of my people. The people of Mondstadt were not in need of a present god. Now they flourish meanwhile I suffer without my Windblume.â Always so poetic. However this seems a little out of taste for our large friend. âBarbatos, his body and mind needs healing. Nearly all functions have already began to stop. Itâs best you let this take its course.â After an eye roll and a sigh from Venti, the sarcasm wore off and he seemed genuinely stressed. âBut how long will it take..â Dvalin looked at him closer this time, this time with more sympathy. âIt will be fine. He will wake when his body is ready. I know it. Take him home now.â
Venti took you into the teapot. He was worried, he missed you. He carried you into the bathroom, gave you a bath and put you in fresh clothes. Laying you down on the bed was what made him break down. He curled against you, cupping your cheek and crying into your shoulder. After a few hours, late into the night, he was just admiring you. He did that for a while before eventually falling asleep in your warmth.
For days, Ventiâs routine became less and less of his own and more of yours. He took up your commissions and collected crystal flies. Coming home was the most difficult, seeing you lay there unresponsive made his chest hurt. Heâd spend hours with you, he still gave you a goodnight kiss. Venti spoke to Albedo and Sucrose to create an alchemy based food that can be absorbed through skin rather than physical food. He wanted you to keep your strength.
It got to the point people were sending you letters, complaining that they needed help with things. The letters made Venti irritated enough that he threw them into a box so that you wouldnât see them first thing waking up.
After two weeks of this mess, you finally shifted. Venti was coming back from finishing your commissions. âWindblume Iâm-â He immediately paused when he saw you slowly push up to rest against your arms. âmm hi.â Your voice was so quiet.. so tired. He immediately pounced on you and tears filled his eyes. He smashed his lips onto yours and nudged your head back. You leaned into the kiss, he was kissing with intensityâ but you were slow still. Your body still felt so tired. âWindblume.. I missed you.â You saw the tears in his eyes. âIâm sorry.. Iâm here now.â He pressed himself all the way against you, just to make sure you werenât going anywhere.
âWindblume, what happened?â He looked at you with this sad frown on his face. You gave him a gentle smile and a small shrug. âI was sleepy.â He huffed a laugh of both amusement and disbelief. Your eyes started to feel heavy again, he cupped your face. âNo no no, Windblume donât go back to sleep.â You did this tiny sleepy giggle, his lips kissed over your cheeks. âLooks like I have to keep you up somehow.â You noticed the way his voice dropped, his hands traveling over your waist. You suddenly looked more alert than ever. âThat got your attention.â Venti had that stupid smug expression while you rested your head on his shoulder.
Űśŕ§ âď¸Synopsis: Felix is a stay at home husband!
°Ëâ´ Warning: None
Felix is the the definition of the nurturing type, he loves cooking for you, cleaning for you, giving you all the affection and attention you need. After being an idol for years, he knew the kind of pain and strain work can put on your body. For that reason, he loves giving massagesâ well thats also for his own enjoyment. He likes feeling the muscles youâve built up from doing your job. He loves feeling your warmth under his hands. The way you sigh while his hands travel over your body makes him smile with this dumb satisfaction.
Today was exhausting, every step you took today was more and more painful. Your body was aching with the result of your physically demanding job. You opened the front door, placed your bag on the floor and your knees literally almost collapsed out from under you. Felix had heard the door open and walked towards you, ready to give you a hug but instead had you catch you while you fell. âWoah, are you okay? Honey you needâ a day off or something.â You could hear the worry in his voice. You slowly stood all the way up again, âIâm okayâ I just need to sleep.. and eat.â He rubbed your back, and stopped you from pulling away just yet. âEat first. Dinners ready. I made your favorite already, okay? Go wash your hands.â
He watched you walk away, he was so worried. He made your plate and your drink, when you came back from the bathroom he kissed your face. âI know, itâs gonna be okay.â He sat with you while you told him about your day. He spoke to you gently and reassured you. He led you into the bathroom and helped you prepare for a shower. His hands were gentle while he washed your hair and massaged your shoulders. When both of you were out of the bathroom, he grabbed a clean pair of pjs, and some lotion. âWhatâs the lotion for?â He smiled softly. âCan I give you a massage? Just to help, please?â You couldnât say no to those precious eyes. So you laid down in your fresh pajamas with your shirt pulled up while you laid on your stomach.
âItâs gonna be cold.â You yelped as he put some lotion on your back. He started moving his hands over your back, focusing on your shoulders first and the muscles that were tensing around your spine. He pressed the palms of his hands into the muscles between your shoulder blades. His heart ached when you whined in pain. âI know, Iâm sorry. A little more.â He kept going, targeting all the places in pain that needed to be handled. You were out of breath by the time he finished your upper back. He got more lotion on his hands and worked on your lower back, pressing his thumb into your hips. Soon after, the massage was done.
Your body felt sore, limp, exhausted but in the best way possible. He laid beside you, hand on the skin of your exposed back. You feel asleep soon after, he gently tugged some of your shirt down to make sure you werenât cold. His hand traveled up and down your back, gently scratching to lull you to sleep. He fell asleep laying half on top of you and the blanket still bunched around your knees.
Felix woke up earlier, gently slipping out of bed to let you sleep in. He made sure to sign you out for the day and started getting the house tided up. He loved how free you felt when the house was clean, he loved seeing you wrapped up in freshly cleaned blankets and walk around the house without worrying about something on the floor. He cleaned your favorite parts of the house first. Starting with the laundry and the living room. Youâd been sleeping for a while now, and he nearly cleaned the whole house. He had breakfast slow cooking on the stove, he came back into the bedroom, softly laying back beside you.
âSo sleepy hm?â Youâd basically slept in the same position all night. He got closer, held you to him and rubbed your back. Some fair fell in your face so he gently brushed it away from your face. You made a sound that urged him to go back to rubbing your back, and he listened. âSorry sorry.â He stayed with you for awhile before gently kissing you awake. âCome on, food time.â Breakfast was nice, you seemed calmer and relaxed. He gave you the day to just sleep and spend time with him, he focused more on you than getting things done in the house. It was therapeutic to provide, he loved that you got to come home to a relaxed environment rather than a chaotic one.
While you laid in bed, watching your phone, he came in the room with a spoon. âWhatâs that?â you looked up at him. âSay ah.â He waited for a few seconds before putting the spoon in your mouth. âOhâ what is that?â He raised his eyebrows like the expression man he is and responded smoothly. âHoney. Iâm not letting you get sick.â And then he left the room like that, taking the spoon with him to prepare dinner. You laughed softly and went back to your phone. Peace was wherever Felix was, it was his voice, presence, and love that made him so easy to be vulnerable with. Coming home after a hard day felt better than ever, because he was there. And being there for you is something heâs very good at.
an: iâm tired boss also iâm sorry if this sucks i ran out of creative juice half way
In the pre debut or just debut era 9th member male reader is from Japan (optional idc) and was gaming online in his childhood so heâs basically fluent in English, but when he started training to be an idol he put that skill in his back pocket and didnât tell ANYONE. So when all the kids came together and the survival show started, he decided to not share the skill even tho he wanted to talk to Chan and help w Felixâs Korean.
Flash forward to a few years later, he and Felix are on live theyâre talking in Korean, someone saysâspeak Englishâ and reader switches seamlessly, and Felix is reeling from the switch. Felix asks why reader didnât tell anyone he knew English, reader tells the story and Felix smiles so wildly cuz now they can both rage over loosing in video games
Ofc you can always not write it, but if you do take your time!
You Speak English??â Of Course I Do.
⤡ Type: Felix x Male! Reader
.đĽ Ý Ë Genre: humor/fluff
°Ëâ´ Warning: none
You never told anyone that you spoke english, you were from Japan. You were fluent in English , you grew up speaking it whilst you playing video games online. English was a skill you had kept to yourself, you were currently training to become part of the group Stray Kids. As far as Felix and the boys knew, you only spoke Korean and Japanese. You helped Felix learn Korean, getting closer to him everyday without letting any of them know your hidden ability.
Every game show, every interview, every red carpet was treated like a translation fair. Theyâd look to you and translate the English into Korean. Theyâd teach you how to pronounce English words they didnât know you already knew. Chan would look at you with you with this dad-like-hope in his eyes every time you spoke one word in English. 3Racha gave you the least amount of English parts in the songs.
Felix did everything to support you, heâd translate everything for you, buy food for you so you didnât have to âstruggleâ speaking English. He was the gentlest soul. He was quite affectionate with you too, despite being a touchy person in general he was significantly much more verbally affectionate with you as well as physically. It was no secret that Felix loved muscular men, and now that itâs been a few years since debut, youâd obviously grown into yourself. He always tried to bite your arms or feel up your shoulders. The relationship between the two of you had blossomed.
The both of you chose to do a live on Felixâs instagram, itâd been a while since youâd done any lives besides OT9 or scheduled ones by staff. Felix had been translating English comments for you for about an hour now. You watched him repeat the same steps of reading a comment, translating, and then giving you the cutest hopeful eyes ever. The way his hair fell around his face, his gentle smile, the light in his eyes. You paid attention to the way his hand stayed on your thigh out of camera view.
You answered the question in Korean and continued to watch his face. He smiled at the live and read some comments about how cute or funny it was to watch you process. After a few minutes a couple of âEnglish pleaseâ comments came through. You wanted to roll your eyes, but instead you instantly switched over, hiding the smile on your face as you did so. âSo anyway, continuing on with what I was saying. I think itâs fun we do those kinds of interviews.â Felixâs whole face dropped, his head whipped towards you quick with wide eyes. He had that cute crease between his eyebrows as he said, âYou speak english??â
âOf course I do.â You smiled at him gently, oddly proud of yourself for keeping it a secret for that long. âYou never told anyone? Sunny why?â You laugh, shifted around and caught a glimpse of chat but decided to ignore it for now. âIâve spoken English since childhood. I grew up playing video games online. I just.. never mentioned it.â You were a little nervous, what if Felix was mad? But instead the biggest smile was on his face. If it werenât for the live stream, heâd definitely pull you in and smother you with all sorts of affection and teasing, but for now he just tackled you down. You laughed and pulled him closer, the hug lasted for a few moments before he spoke. âAh now we can play together, we can both be angry, we can rage quit.â He was so thankful, happy, extremely so that now heâd have the ability to spend time with you doing something he loved. Anything that was bonding between the two of you was automatically his favorite thing.
For now, your english is a secret to the other members. Just something special the two of you could share, having deep conversations in his native language while also being able to express affection in that language privately. Especially when the two of you room together, you often end up just sharing one bed anyway.
âI wish we had done this the whole time, itâs nice. I was worried that you would never be fluent. But you are, and this is one of the greatest surprises you couldâve given me. Every word that comes from you is extremely important to me, and now, Iâll get have those in english too. Thank you sweetheart.â The depth, the raw emotion in his voice was what made you move closer. Just to hold him a little closer tonight. It was peace. It was something only he could have with you, and he wanted to keep this new bonding form for as long as he could.
°Ëâ´ Warning: imbalanced hormones, weight gain, attachment style, suggestive
You had always been an affectionate man toward Felix, but recently thatâs intensified. See, itâs a known fact that Felix has a thing for bulky men, well you wanted to provide him that.. and you started bulking as well as going to the gym. Sure, your muscle gain was impressive even for the short period of time youâd been doing soâ however there were some changes. Your body wasnât used to eating the way were you now, you were meal prepping, more meat, more grains, more in general and that took a hit to your hormones.
Felix noticed about a week after the behavior change, you were clingier, more verbally affectionate, emotional, and ultimately attached. Itâs not like he didnât like the attention and affection but he was deeply concerned. You couldnât handle not being in the same room with him anymore. Your exhaustion was noticeable and he was struggling to place why you were acting this way.
After about a week and a half of this behavior, he made you dinner. It was extremely well balanced, had different sources of protein packed into one dish. The two of you ate happily together, laughing and talking like normal. And then after an hour of digestion.. you were feeling affectionate and needed connection. You pressed yourself into him while he laid in bed, watching something on his phone. He turned his phone off and rubbed your back. âHave you been feeling okay recently?â He felt your face get warmer against his shoulder. âYeah, just tiredâ you huffed and wrapped your arms around him. He stayed silent for a moment thinking of what to say.
He felt so warm and comfortable under your newly gained weight, he grabbed and rubbed up your sides and received a whine in doing so. He had this cheeky smile on his face while he rubbed up your torso as much as he can. The position the two of you were in was extremely comfortable, you were lying on top of him, face in his shoulderâ while he laid back against the pillow. You started to fall asleep but your eyes opened as Felixâs hands slowly crept down to grab your ass. You didnât mind, you closed your eyes and relaxed on top of him.
âHow has the diet been, baby?â You smiled against his shirt, his care was obvious. âGood, I just feel likeâ I need to be with you all the time. I miss you constantly.â
âSweet boy, itâs possible youâre having a hormone imbalance and itâs causing all of these things..â You nudged deeper into his body, âReally?â
âIâve noticed that youâve become much more attached and expressive recently. Youâve been resting a lot, more than usual. Your body is trying to balance itself.â His hands slipped under your shirt and scratched your back gently. âIts okay, your body just has to get used to the new diet, then your hormones will balance.â He kissed your forehead and you wrapped your arms around his waist.
âThis is nice.â He felt up your arms and upper shoulders. Even though youâd been exhausted for days you still somehow managed to get to gym every day. You unwrapped your arms around him to stretch and in doing so he took a tiny playful bite to your bicep. You looked down, âAnd Iâm needy?â He laughed and pulled you back down. âYouâre so soft, all that new muscle.â You let him basically do whatever, you were just happy to spend time with him. He kissed your lips, holding your face and then moved to kiss all over. He squeezed you tight, the cutest smile on his face.
You admired how he smiled when he felt your arm flex. You pressed your nose into his neck, he giggled and wrapped his legs around you. Soon after, he got up to wash dishes. But you followed him, he turned around noticing you following him everywhere. âOh sweetheart..â Felix kissed your cheeks. âIâm not going anywhere, just to wash dishes okay?â you had this sad expression on your face, he sighed. âCome here you sillyâ he let you stand next to him while he did the dishes.
He hated that he couldnât help you, he couldnât fix what your body was doing, he could just be there and accommodate for you. Which was all you needed, soon your body would adjust and youâd slowly go back to normal. However the next day he had dance practice and you really wanted to come. So you sat on the floor and watched, it was cuteâ seeing you watch so attentively. Going home that afternoon was interesting, you held onto him since you got through the door. âWe have to make up for the time.â He laughed and kissed your neck.
Few days later, the group was filming a new episode taking care of these really cute kids. Well.. taking all that in along with your hyper emotional state right nowâ all you did was hold them and cry about how cute they were. Felix rubbed your back and tried to calm you down. But any time the kids did or said something funny, you couldnât hold it in. That night when the two of you returned to your hotel room, he held you a little closer this time. âBaby, how about we change up the diet a little, just so your body can slowly adjust. Okay?â You nodded and pressed closer against him. He was your safe space.
He loved the physical affection, itâs his love language, but he also didnât want you to become so anxiously attached that you couldnât have fun and do other things. He supported you without restricting you. For the next few days, you combined the two diets, both your original one and the protein-heavy-filled diet you were on. Slowly, as the two weeks went by, your body had started to become more accustomed to the new routine. You started sleeping regularly again, your muscle gain was more prominent, and you could spend a couple of hours without needed to be connected to Felix.
Felix came home after getting dinner with Seungmin, he basically pounced on you. You let out a tiny laugh and he gripped your waist. âYou look like you feel better.â His hand was wandering over your shoulders and patted your chest. âHey heyâ hands.â He smiled cheekily and pulled you in close. âIâm glad it worked out you look so healthy, soft, and so full of energy. Youâre gonna need that later.â You thanked him before you could even realize what he meant, âWait what?â He just smiled at you, you felt both nervous and excited. âIâll go change..â You turned around and went to walk towards the bedroom. He smacked your ass while you walked away, you left the room protecting yourself from another smack.
an: this is based on a personal experience, lowkey donât know if this is normal but it okay
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°Ëâ´ Warning: Love confession, paparazzi, news headlines, panic attacks, not proofread
All of this began because Felix found your instagram after watching your free skate at the Grand Prix Final. He thought you were admirable, a young star with an amazing story and talent. At first, the two of you started off as casual friends, two people who admired each otherâs art. You loved his music and he loved your performances. The truth was, both of you were fans of each other, and that helped build a close bond over time. Now you were becoming an Olympian, on the big stage for the first time.
You had many titles but never would you have imagined âOlympianâ to be one of them. It was an honor, and regardless of wining or losing, this was an opportunity. Your coaches were through the roof with joy, and your family gave you the most support you could ask for. Your team booked all the flights, new blades, extra boots, and worked in practicing times. While your coaches gave you a pep talk after practice, you got a message from Felix, you opened it and immediately smiled. âYouâre an Olympian now! Iâm so proud silly!â The two of you had a cute conversation back and forth, your coaches looked at you with raised eyebrows.
âWhat?â You looked at the both of them, turning off your phone and putting it in your lap. âTrust me, we know boys. And you are invested.â Your two male coaches are like gay uncles, you laughed. âSeriously? Iâm not crazy invested I just like having friends.â They looked unimpressed with that answer. âFriends? And is that why you asked if we could get one more ticket to Milan? So you could bring your âfriendâ?â The sass one of them put into leaning on one leg. âWellâ he was busy anyway so itâs not like it matters.â You crossed your legs and arms, your guards were on your skates since you were off the ice. Your other coach spoke up, âSo the other day you were doing all of these triple luxâs because you.. werenât happy he texted you?â That shut you up quick. Okay maybe you did have more energy recently but it canât be all because of Felix.. right?
Wrong. When you got home that night, propped your phone up and face timed Felix while you packed for your flight in the morning, you realized just how much time you spent talking to him. âMake sure you donât forget anything, I know itâs hard for you to think sometimes.â You gave him this unenthusiastic expression to his sarcastic comment. You folded your clothes, packed toothbrushes and all of your necessities for your time in Milan. The rest of the night was filled with researching places in the Olympic village for some things to do later on while waiting for competition. âYouâre going to do good, donât worry yourself okay? Youâre strong just by being there.â You felt your heart melt, the two of you joked around a lot but there was always affection.
You had fallen asleep, your phone somehow laying against a pillow, he could still see your face. You slept so comfortably though, and he took so many face time screenshots. He liked how every time he pressed the button your screen would flash a little and light up your face. He sat there in his hotel room, watching you sleep comfortably before eventually falling asleep himself. In the morning, your alarm went off at 4:30 and you jolted awake. You looked over at your phone and saw Felix, still on the phone, snoring very quietly. It felt wrong to hang up, so you muted and started getting ready for the airport.
You were dropped off at the airport with your family, phone in your pocketâ still muted and one headphone in your ear. Your family gave you hugs and well wishes before you went to the gate to meet up with a few of your teammates. As you sat in your seat, looking at your phone, you didnât want to hang up. But you had too, soon youâd have to go on airplane mode. âIâm sorry, planes gonna go soon. Sleep well, iâll text you when iâm on the ground again.â You sent the message and turned your phone off. The wait to Milan was long, you kept thinking about Felix, if he was up by now or if he saw your text.
The first thing you did when you landed was turning your phone on and opening messages. The first day was hell, busy, room number and schedules. You were exhausted by the time you got in your room. You turned on your phone, âIâm really tired. Today was busy.â He comforted you, he knew the feeling of exhaustion and busy schedules. Felix felt understood with you, he felt like he could sit quietly or be loud and free, he didnât have to worry about your perception of him. He felt so light with you, and you felt so welcomed with him. It felt like he just opens up to you, like heâs a warm embrace and you just so happen to fall in every time.
The first couple of interviews were exciting, you spent time with your teammates and make jokes with the hosts. You were really concerned though, after a while Felix stopped replying. âYou okay?â Your coach came up to you, placed a hand on your shoulder. You never gave him a clear answer but it was obvious you were anxious. Some interviewers thought it was pre-game anxiety. When you got back to your room, dropping your bag on your bed, you sighed. You heard the door click behind you and at first you thought it was one of your coaches. You turned around and your eyes immediately softened when you saw Felix in the doorway. You ran up to him and hugged him tight. âOof. Silly, you miss me that much? You okay?â He rubbed your back and hugged you close. His nose found its way against your shoulder, this was everything he wanted. You close, calm atmosphere despite distant chaos, and quality time.
He went out of his way to be able to stay in Milan with you. His hands moved down your back and moved into your sides, he gently squeezed you beneath the fabric of your âOlympicâ hoodie. âYou smell really good.â He felt you pull him closer. âI brought the nice stuff for you. Well.. the nicer stuff.â He did that cute high pitched laugh and rubbed the side of his head against yours. âHave you eaten today?â His voice was quiet and gentle, he knows the industry, he knows the restrictions they put on athletes. âNo.. I havenât really had time. Iâve been so busy with interviews.â He kissed the top of your head.
âLetâs go get dinner. You looked at the restaurants in the Olympic village right? You need food.â You felt him pull you in the direction of the door. The two of you left the housing building and went to the village. Seeing him smile, the streets busy and the way he looked at you, it made you weak a little. Dinner was amazing, you found the best place to get tiramisu and the best sea food youâve ever had. Returning to your dorm was refreshing, he slept in your bed with you. Both of you were so exhausted that having someone there was comforting. Tucked against each other, the warmth in and keeping the cold out, the occasional blanket rustling. Both of you were at peace, just hearing his breathing felt so much better than hearing it through a screen.
Practicing got more real, more intense. Everything lead up to the official short program and then the free skate. The night before your short program, you started to have a nervous breakdown. The kind where youâre shaking and overthinking. He understood, Felix understands how hard it is to perform in front of so many people. He held your hands to his chest and repeated âYou are okay.â He shushed you gently, bringing you back down to a stable level. âItâs hard. And thatâs okay. Because youâre going to do your best, have fun, and no matter what that score is youâre still a winner.â His hands rubbed your arms and then settled back on your waist to hug you closer. âI love you.â
He held you, just happy to know he could be the one there for you. His heartbeat was racing.
âI love you too.â Your reply was so gentle and raw that it made him start to tear up. He sniffed it back in through his nose and laid the both of you down on the bed. Neither of you elaborated on this, both of you knew what this meant. Devotion. And both of you had proven that to each other after months of talking. Maybe even almost a year? He held you close while you fell asleep, tomorrow heâd make sure you were ready for competition.
When you woke up, things were in motion but also slow, he didnât want to overwhelm you but he also didnât think stressing you out by doing nothing was any better. After about an hour of casual conversation and direct affection, he got you breakfast and ate with you the whole time. He watched you do your practice skate, he was absolutely entranced. The stadium was mostly empty, he didnât have to worry about paparazzi.. yet.
A few hours later it was your turn do deliver your short program. Jump pass after jump pass, combos and turns, you had delivered your best free skate yet. The stadium was loud, cheers and presents being thrown onto the ice. You were out of breath, everything was out of focus. Your coaches were already cheering and helping you off the ice while you tried looking around the stadium seats for Felix. They sat you down at the table while your score was calculated. You won first by 12 points. You had this big sigh of relief, you started to cry, your coaches hugged and squeezed you. Felix sat in the crowd, cheering and clapping. A few people had taken pictures, posting them with captions about him being there.
After your program, an interviewer had shown you a picture of both you and Felix out at dinner together. You gulped and smiled awkwardly. âUm, he was in the area, we hung out..â She raised an eyebrow, but asked you questions on other matters. You looked around awkwardly for your coaches to help you. You laughed and didnât say much after. After all, you had just won Olympic gold! Fans took pictures and lined up timelines of possible events where the two of you couldâve been meeting up. They compared your schedules and noticed there were some similarities, meaning this probably wasnât the first time the two of you had met up.
Dating speculations spread fast and quickly reached the two of you. You were lying in bed with Felix laughing at all of the comments on a post about the two of you, your hair was still damp from the shower and Felix hadnât changed into his pajamas yet. âLook at this one, âIf this is true then Felix is dating an Olympic Medalist btwâ sounds so cool.â You smiled and continued scrolling, however after thinking about it moreâ it would be cool. One of the biggest k-pop idols and an Olympic Medalist? He subtly thought about it too, but instead he got up and went to the bathroom to change into pjs. The two of you slept soundly, warm, no concerns beyond the room you were sleeping in. Relief washed over you.
Your next programs, including your final free skate, was much easier on your shoulders. Youâd felt better now that you came and accomplished winning a medal. Your jumps were soft and you werenât tense at all. Winning gold on the free skate wasnât the intention, however you achieved more than you set out for and came back to Felix as the Olympic champion. In the hallway of the dressing rooms, you both shared a hug, neither of you were letting go. You continued to enjoy the moment, unaware that anyone could potentially see this moment.
âIâm proud of you, youâre strong, and talented. Youâre too hard on yourself but your motivation is so inspiring and I canât imagine you not being here. With me, I mean. Youâre important, not just because youâre a medalist or because youâre a person but.. because I value you more beyond that. I bring me so much joy and warmth into my life, I cherish you, and I love you.â You paused, you were unsure of what to say. You felt tears building in your eyes, he looked down to check your reaction but immediately started comforting and panicking when he saw your tears. âHey, no please donât cry.â He held your face and did those stupid soft eyes that made you melt every time.
You sniffled and pulled him back into a hug, âAw silly, itâs okay. Take your time Iâm not going anywhere.â His gentle words and the way he rubbed your back made you finally speak. âI love you too, thank you for being here for me.â He smiled, pulled you in close and kissed all over your face and sneaked in a kiss on the lips. It felt natural, like he had been doing it for months despite this being the first time. The genuineness of the kiss was something memorable, something neither of you would be able to forget. And neither would the media because a wondering person who couldnât find the bathroom had stumbled upon you two and took a picture of the kiss. Cute moment, right? Yeah wellâ Felix would have to call Chan later that night to explain the situation and asked him to work it out with JYPE before he got back to Korea.
The news loved it. The idea of two media public figures being together was the creation of something absolutely magical for the media. And fortunately this saved the two of you from being ridiculed, however this also meant everyone wanted to know the love story and the details. Felix would get red in the face and laugh it off, but when interviewers asked youâ youâd stand there awkwardly.. you werenât media trained like he was. Now that the Olympics were over, you had the ability to travel to events with him. Which also meant more quality time, as your relationship became stronger the more information you slowly started telling the public. Tiny mentions here and there, maybe a movie you guys watched together over the weekend or funny stories of the other person. Everything that he is and you are made this relationship one of the most functional public relationships. He admired you with every single part of him, he loved your passion, your sport, your processâ everything. You tried to get him to skate but he kept slipping which meant pulling you down with him every time. He was always so entranced watching you move like it was easy. Every movement you made was etched into his brain, how could he not stare? Well your coaches noticed, would tease him about the staring and how he would position his feet wrong on the ice.
For the both of you, these new beginnings, brought peace and solidarity into your livesâ along with two gold medals.
an: i feel like im sorta lacking in my writing, i need to add more dialogue lmao i just feel like its super awkward but iâll try promise
.đĽ Ý Ë Genre: slight angst, comfort/fluff, lots of affection
°Ëâ´ Warning: Might be suggestive, mentions of body image issues, weight gain etc
Since the ending of the tour, Felix has gained a little more weight. Eating home cooked meals and relaxing with you all day has made some changes in his weight. You didnât notice much, you thought he was definitely glowing more than usual, looked much more relaxed and healthy. But he thought otherwise. It first started bothering him after he got the shower and saw that the skin of his hips were plushing over the edge of his boxer band. He noted how his teenager chubby cheeks were coming back, his shoulders looked different. He was noticing tiny things.
You however were absolutely in love with it, youâd grab his waist and rub his skin, he loved it tooâ just not knowing that he had gained a few pounds. He noticed how much you clinged to him, how much you seemed to love his healthier form. You started leaving bites on his collar bone and shoulders. It was pretty late in the night, the two of you were laying in bed with the lights off, the moonlight bled into the room. He pulled you closer, he started to overthink about his weight, how hard it would be to get back to normal when tour starts up. What if you didnât actually like the change?
You pressed yourself closer, rolling against him and pushing your face into his neck. He rubbed your back, sighed, and tried not to think about it. âYou okay, lix?â He nodded against you, âYeah Iâm okay.. itâs bed time. I love you, good night.â The two of you slept throughout the night, yet Felixâs thoughts still lingered. In the morning, he made this decision to go back to his old diet and start living how he used to. When you got up from the bed and walking into the kitchen you saw many snacks on the counter like he was moving things around and deciding what he should and shouldnât keep.
Felix was making himself breakfast, dates, eggs, avocado. Sounds balanced right? Well yeah until you realize that Felix hasnât eaten like this in months, heâs been eating much more than that. And actual meals not deconstructed breakfast plates. âBaby, what are you doing?â You approached him slowly, he looked panicked and tired at the same time. âJustâ getting ready.â You raised an eyebrow, âFor what?â He looked around nervously for a brief second, âTour.â
There was silence for a few seconds, then you gave this slow sigh. âLix. You donât have tour or any events for a couple more weeks, please.â He still looked nervous, like he wanted to cry but also wanted to be strong. âI just.. gained weight.â He could tell you didnât like that answer, your sad expression matched his own. He felt like he would look terrible if he didnât start dieting now. âOh sweet baby.â You cupped his face and started kissing all over until he smiled.
âHey! Thatâs a lot!â He loved it though, his face was red and his smile was growing by the second. You held his waist, pressed him into the counter and kissed his lips. Neither of you wanted to pull away from the kiss, it continued for a while until he needed a breath. He was still so red, heavy breathing and nervous expression. âSo.. the weight isnât bad? You like it? I just thought, maybe I should be normal again.â You shook your head and started kissing his neck.
He let out this little sound, closed his eyes and just let you. Feeling your hands hold his body, cherishing it, and giving it affection was the best feeling ever. You kissed his cheeks, those beautiful puffy cheeks you havenât seen since he was younger. His big eyes watched you with so much love and affection, he was paying attention to every micro expression. âIf this is the healthiest version of yourself then Iâm proud of you because you deserve to be healthy. You deserve to have a clean and healthy body that supports you.â He couldnât hold it in anymore, he started to cry, his hands covered his eyes as his ears turned red.
âMy lix, itâs okay sweetheart. People love you for you, and no matter your weight or your appearance, I chose you always.â He pulled you into a hug, a tight one. You rubbed his back and ran your fingers through his hair while he calmed down. Eventually, relaxed and kissed your face. He pressed his forehead against yours and smiled. âIâll do better this time. Iâll get myself to where I need to be, and not diet or restrict myself this time. Iâll eat better instead of nothing.â You kissed his nose, he laughed but you kept going. You left a couple of bite marks over his collar bone, he couldnât stand still while you did them, he kept squirming.
âYouâre so soft.. and warm. Never leave.â You pulled him really close, he relaxed instantly. This is exactly where he wanted to be. Knowing how much you loved him despite everything brought him so much comfort. He felt safest with you, felt like the world was kinder when you are in it. Time slowed down while the two of you stayed holding each other in the kitchen. After a real breakfast, the both of you went right back to bed for a nap. He slept comfortably knowing that this time it would be okay to take things slow and naturally instead of draining his body. All thanks to you, his best supporter.
a/n: Iâm sorry if I didnât do this topic justice, I didnât want this to become super angst heavy or really personal. Also he looks so good in that first picture aughhh