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Chan was swinging his hips, dancing around the kitchen. You popped your head around the corner.

“Are you done, yeeeeeet?” You whine.

“Almost,” he turns around, directing a gentle smile at you, “can you get my slippers? They’re under the couch.”

“Please tell me again why your slippers are under the couch?”

“Because they got kicked last time we had a pillow fort.”

“And who did the kicking of the slippers?”

“Nuh-uh, it was you,” he turns and points the spatula at you, hot liquid splattering on the floor. 

When Chan pointedly turns back around to the stove and starts singing to the radio, you just sigh and go back to retrieve his slipper, like the excellent partner you are. Now you will accept responsibility for kicking Chan’s slippers under the sofa, but you won’t say it to him. 

When you reach under the couch expecting to hit soft fluff, your hand instead lands on something of a very…. questionable texture. It was smooth and hard, you know, like a bug. You squeak and harshly yank your hand back your body. 

Against any better judgement, you look under into the darkness and yep! That is a bug, through and through. 

“Chan!” You yell and jump over the couch cushions. 

You can only hear his heavy footsteps as he rushes into the room. You pop your head over the back to look at his concerned face.

“I thought you got hurt or something, ow.”

“Emotional pain, Chan. There’s a bug!” You whine and pout though he can’t see. 

He tilts his head, perplexed, “it’s the middle of winter, and we keep everything closed. How is there a bug?”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!! There was…” you shiver even thinking about it, “something under the couch.”

“There you go, you little buggers who wanted me to do this. They’re hiding behind the sofa.”

You stand up fully but crunch back down when you see the rubber monstrosity still in Chan’s hand. “Who was it?!”

“Who what?” Chan looks at you, eyebrows knitted together.

“The ones who wanted you to do this!”

“Are you going to murder them if I tell you?” He raises one eyebrow. 

You put your hands up over the back of the couch in some gesture of peace, “just a little bit.”

He chuckles, “I’m fairly sure murder is an all or nothing kind of action. And as annoying as they are…”

Thinking about you do agree, and you hum, assuming Chan can hear you. 

You peek your head back over the couch as Chan pockets his phone. “No. Regrets. Just in case you were wondering.”

“I’m gonna make sure your slippers are under the couch every time we have a pillow fort for the next 16 years.”

“Are you really gonna stay with me for that long?” Chan looks at your half-hidden face, a light blush on his face and eyes wide.

You roll your eyes, affectionately, “was that all you got from that?” 

You get up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle. Burying your face in his hoodie, you think briefly about what the next 16 years would look like with him.

“Yeah, I want to. If you’ll have me.”

“We’ll be having this prank war for 16 years, too, then.”

You smack him on the arm, “you suck! You have to feed me now.”

Sure, friend group movie nights are cliche but did that stop you? Of course not. So here you are, songs and quotes filling the room where you all squished together.

At some point people start drifting off and you do as well later on. You had nightmares and they were unfortunately frequent leaving you with a terrible feeling or even unable to fall asleep again. You and Felix hadn’t been together long so you never said anything to him because you weren’t really that close before. 

You fall asleep and it is dark. Not the dark of sleep but more the dark of a room where it seems light is still coming from somewhere. Something touches your back and you jerk, whipping around, though it’s not like you can see anything. Then you fall to the floor with a heavy pressure in your chest and holding your arms. You kick your legs furiously attempting to connect and then there is a sudden light shining into your face. 

Your eyes shoot open but you continue kicking and punching, since your arms are free now, despite some part of you knowing you are awake. 

“Quit beating me up!” Felix whispers harshly into your ear, his voice fully connecting you to the moment. 

You abruptly still and see his phone flashlight on the floor. That must’ve been what that strange light was. 

“Sorry about that Fe, you okay?” 

“Me? Love you almost ended up on the floor you were thrashing so much.”

“Oh. Well, I’m ok now. Go back to sleep, alright Fe?” You go to lay back down but Felix catches your wrist.

“Nope. You’re coming with me, no couch for you tonight.” He pulls you up and away to his room. 

He sits on his bed and gestures for you to join him. “That was a pretty violent nightmare. Do those happen often?”

“Well. Violent ones like that, not really. Normal ones happen like… a couple times a month?” You try to keep your voice casual despite how disruptive these nightmares sometimes are. 

Felix sighs, looking at you like he already knows how badly these can affect you. “C’mere love. You stay here with me tonight and I’ll keep any nasty monsters away.” He grins a his own cheesy words as you groan. 

“Disgusting. Truly awful.” You say but you still cuddle up next to him. 

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Felix is awake and he’s very aware of how dark it is. Why is he awake, it’s not like he set an alarm and it’s too early for yours. He gets an answer when he feels a sudden hit against his back from your hand and another one a moment later from your leg. 

“Hey, stop it!’ He says, assuming you were awake and just trying to mess with him. When you don’t answer and kick him again he sits up and turns to you. 

When he turns on the lamp he expects a bright, mischievous smile but instead your face is tear-stained and scrunched as if in pain.

He pauses when he sees you but quickly goes to wake you up. Most of the time you’re particularly difficult to wake up during a nightmare, he’s experienced more of this than he’d like. He wants to be there for you during these but he much prefers you don’t have these terrible nightmares at all. 

Eventually your cries quiet but you don’t open your eyes. Instead you fumble for Felix’s hand, press your head into his shoulder and mumble.

“What was that love?” He mumbles back, the quietness but not calmness of the room seeping in. 

“Tell me you need me,” You plead, looking into his eyes “Please.”

“I do need you. I don’t know what I’d do without you love. I love the boys but I’m absolutely in love with you.” 

You’re both quiet for a couple seconds and then you speak, hesitant.

“I had a bad dream again. It was so much worse though because it- it was you. You- you.” Your voice breaks off as you recall the dream and tears well up. 

Felix pulls you close to anchor you with him instead of the dream. He cradles your head close to his chest, close enough to hear his heartbeat loud and clear.

“You left me. You walked out that door and told me I was nothing. Nothing to you. It wasn’t real but I could feel it.” 

“No, no, no, no, no, love. You are everything to me and I could never even think of doing that.” He speaks, his low voice comforting in your ear. 

“Please, just… let’s go back to sleep.” 

Felix looks at your face. Your eyes are glassy, looking up at him pleadingly and your face is just tired.

Felix had a reputation around the school and it was not a particularly good one. He was mostly known for piercings, mouthing off basically every time a teacher spoke to him, and occasional mischievous activities. Only a small group knew what he was really like, you were a member of that small group. The real Felix. The one who would do anything to protect his friends. Who gets in fights, but not for fun, usually, but to stand up for people. 

That sense of morality was how you ended up meeting. You knew him from school, everybody did, but seeing him like this was different. He didn’t hesitate to step in after hearing the creepy guy next to you making less than appropriate comments. He hesitated even less in making it physical when the guy showed no signs of stopping. You wanted to say thank you but you were still a little fearful, come on he basically just destroyed that guy. He could tell and quickly left without a glance back. 

However; you were determined. So much so that you went up to his little group, that were known for generally ignoring strangers, when he wasn’t there to ask what you should do for Felix. They all agreed that food was the best way, particularly rice cakes (tteokbokki). 

Felix was a little confused when you showed up with a container for him the next day. You weren’t really surprised he forgot you but it did sting a little. 

As you were walking away he called out, “hey! Meet me at the gate after school!”

Everyone looked at him, and you, but you ignored them smiling and giving him a thumbs up in affirmation. 

From then on Felix consistently showed his soft side to you. He made extra effort to take care of you when you were ill, even if he had to climb through the window because your parents wouldn’t let him in. He pretty much knew how to treat any bad physical days but bad mental days were an unknown. So far on bad mental days you just avoided him by saying you had a lot of homework to do and he would just distract you. Not entirely a lie but you just never ended up doing that homework.

Apparently today that wasn’t flying. 

No one was home other than you at the moment so Felix was free to go straight to your room. You didn’t even hear him, instead only feeling the dip of the bed when he sat next to your blanket lump self. 

“Darling, are you awake under there? Do you want to talk to me or do you just want silence and some junk food?”

You appreciated how well he knew you because at the moment you had no energy to speak. Probably because you really hadn’t eaten much. Wiggling a hand out the blanket you held up a 2. 

You hear his sock padded feet walk away and then come back a few minutes later. Accompanied by the delightful sound of crinkling wrappers and clanging metal spoons. 

“So I have some granola bars since you would need something kind of good for you. I can’t cook but also you probably weren’t up for soup or whatever anyways. I also have ice cream!" 

You lay there, unmoving, for a few more moments while you listen to Felix opening the wrappers and ice cream. 

"Can you come out of the blankets or should I just let you be?" 

You could have sworn you felt tears well up because of how sweet Felix was being, also maybe because of how down you were feeling. Shuffling out of the blankets you blink at the sudden brightness of both the general room and your boyfriend. Felix abruptly looked up when you groaned and covered your eyes and gasped when he realized. He hurried to close the curtains a little. 

"Oh no, darling I’m sorry I didn’t even think.” He rushed back towards you concern all over his face. Stopping abruptly just in front of you and asks “can I touch you?" 

You gave a small nod. He wrapped his around you and plants a quick kiss on your forehead.

"It’s o-,” you attempted to speak but your voice fails and you coughed, throat feeling like sandpaper. “It’s ok, Lix." 

He pulled away to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. He fully retreated to grab the ice cream container and spoons, turning back around to you, bright smile on his face. 

"Ice cream, cuddles, and Netflix?” He said it like a question but both of you know you would never decline. You’d have to be out of your mind to decline Felix of cuddles. 

You curled up into his lap while he scrolled aimlessly. Eventually he stopped on some series that looks like interesting enough you could watch it but just mindless enough you could miss a few minutes and be ok. Just what you need to be distracted.

Felix snaked his arms around your waist to hold and play with your hands and rested his chin gently on your shoulder. You both settled in to discover the mildly engaging plot. 

After a while you have left behind your turbulent thoughts and were enjoying the time with your boyfriend. Felix occasionally talked over things he finds ridiculous. Though with the nature and budget of the show it still happened quite often.

At the end of the third episode Felix exited and scooted back to face you. 

“Do you want to tell me about it?” He said softly. He looked concerned and you didn’t like that you were the cause of that.

You extended your arms towards him. “Hold me and I’ll tell you. Fair warning I’m still drained so I might fall asleep.”

Felix willingly came and wrapped you up. He was warm like always and it seemed appropriate for his personality, always sunny and hospitable. 

You talked about how it was just your general mental health that causes these bad days but school can get overwhelming which makes them happen more often. You ranted about how the year has barely started how do the teachers have the heart to do this to the students. Felix was solid, emotionally and physically, which was a nice reminder of how supportive he is. 

You eventually drain yourself of words and energy and Felix pulls you closer. You were grateful for how he took this all in stride despite never seeing you like this. You would tell him that later, you could already feel yourself falling asleep.

“Go to sleep, angel. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

You fell asleep with those words filling your heart.

You woke up some time later. The curtains were open but it wasn’t too bright. Felix was sitting on the floor and you studied him for a moment. You wondered how he deals with the same things you do but does so much better. 

“Feeling better?” You blinked rapidly and realized he’s looking at you.

“Uhh, yeah. I didn’t think you’d still be here. How long has it been?” You shook your head slightly, looking for your phone to check the time. 

“I said I’d still be here didn’t I?” He stood and haphazardly pushes several notebooks into his bag. “I should get home though, my mom should be texting me about dinner soon.” As if on cue his phone pinged in his back pocket. 

You got up to hug him, hoping to indicate your overwhelming affection and gratitude

“Thank you, Lix.” 

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t support you? Just call me next time this happens and I’ll be there.”