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jeondesu · 2 days ago

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LITTLE HANDS, BIG HEARTS — ꒰ 스트레이 키즈 ꒱

⌯ a collection of short stories following along the journeys of you and your marriage + sweet moments with your little family !

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ dad!skz x f!reader ˒˓ established relationship 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. pure fluff, very wholesome and cute domestic vibes, mentions of food and kissing, i think that’s really it.. 𝔀ords. 3.8k

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — ok so this turned out completely different than what i was originally envisioning on doing but i personally liked this idea way more idk >< i’m still battling w my writing abilities so pls go easy on me guys, i actually spent hours working on this so i’d love to know your thoughts if you have any :’) <3

방찬/BANG CHAN.

Raising four-year-old twin girls was most definitely not for the weak. There was never a dull moment in your household, and today would be no different. You already knew it was going to be a long morning the minute you caught Hyewon attempting to put sunscreen on the dog.

Before she even had the chance to empty the bottle on his tail, you quickly scramble to grab it. “Wonnie, no- no, that’s for you, not Berry,” you say gently, letting out a mini sigh of relief to yourself. Meanwhile, Haerin, was sitting quietly over by the front door, tightly clutching her beloved plush bunny, Tokki, like her life depended on it.

“She’s gonna drop it in the ocean,” you whisper worriedly to Chan as you zipped up the beach bag with last minute necessities. “Or forget it in the sand. You know how she gets—”

Chan looked up from packing the cooler and gave you a soft, slightly teasing smile. “Yeah, but you know how she gets without Tokki.”

Deep down, you knew he was right, and it was only a matter of time until you eventually caved in and agree. Haerin lights up like a thousand fireflies, hugging Tokki to her chest with a tiny, “thank you, Mommy.”

Somehow, miraculously, you managed to herd the two whirlwinds out of their pajamas, into their matching strawberry-print swimsuits and get everyone buckled up in the car. Chan was adjusting his sunglasses, worn with the world’s most offensively bright Hawaiian shirt, gifted by his own dad years ago, and grinned as he pulled out of the driveway.

The drive was filled with nothing but carseat chaos and boisterous laughter, Hyewon was demanding ‘Sunflower’ on repeat, Chan’s belting it at full volume with animated hand gestures, and Haerin’s quietly humming along, stroking Tokki’s ear as the wind from the cracked window tousled her hair. Your heart was overflowing as you leaned your head against the window, trying to cover your smile with your hand.

By the time you’ve arrived, the beach was already packed with loads of other families and umbrellas, but you were able to find a spot close to some shade thanks to a large palm tree. Towels were spread out, snacks scattered around haphazardly, and tiny sandals flung off with excitement. The girls ran around squealing while Chan chased after them, sand sticking to his calves, shirt clashing beautifully with the ocean behind him. You snapped photo after photo— Hyewon with melted ice cream on her nose, Haerin making the tiniest sand castle in intense silence, Chan holding both girls’ hands as they shrieked when waves nipped at their toes.

It was perfect.

Until, on the walk back to the car, Haerin suddenly gasped. “Tokki!” Her eyes wide, brimming with tears, bottom lip already trembling. “She’s gone!”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Chan hands you the car keys and gave a quick peck to your forehead before jogging back towards the beach like a man on a mission. After twenty-ish minutes or so, he comes back with Tokki triumphantly in his hand, sweat on his brow, and sand salting his hair.

“I found her under a bench,” he huffed, nearly out of breath, and grinning like he’d just won an Olympic gold medal. Haerin squealed, her little legs running up to go hug him with all the strength she could muster, happy to be reunited with her favorite stuffie, while Hyewon was clapping like she’d just witnessed a magic trick.

You smiled at the three of them, bathed in sunlight, cheeks rosy and eyes bright— like something out of the sweetest dream, and you couldn’t stop thinking ‘this is everything i could’ve ever wanted.’

Even if you still weren’t sure how he made that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt look good.

리노/LEE KNOW.

You should’ve known something was up the second Minho walked into the bedroom that morning, a big grin plastered on his face like he’d just hit the jackpot.

“Don’t be mad,” he started, crawling into bed beside you, “but I told Junseo that today is Yes Day.”

You blinked, confused. “Yes Day as in..?”

“As in, I say yes to whatever he wants. There’s no rules. No limits. Just for one day.”

You groaned, looking at him as if he’d gone crazy, which in your defense— he quite literally has. “Minho, are you insa—”

“Too late,” he sang. “The king has already declared it.”

In the next room, you could hear your five-year-old son, Junseo, already shouting something about “pajama adventures” and “waffles forever”, that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the day.

By 10 am, your husband and son were decked out in matching dinosaur pajamas and sunglasses, strutting into the grocery store like they owned the place. You followed behind in actual clothes, pretending not to know them while Minho loudly asked one of the employees, “excuse me, where’s the section for super awesome dads and coolest kids alive?”

Then came the living room trampoline hour, aka “couch jumping time,” where Minho taught Junseo how to perfect his “butt bounce.” You watched them from the kitchen, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

“Minho, that couch was expensive.”

“Yeah, but did you see his airtime? Couches are replaceable, this moment isn’t!” He shot back proudly.

Lunch was popcorn with chocolate drizzle, gummy bears, and a juice box taste test. Dinner? Dino-shaped waffles eaten in a blanket fort lit up with fairy lights.

“I cannot believe you’re encouraging this,” you shook your head as you wiggled inside the fort with them.

Minho was lying flat on his stomach, sipping fruit juice from a neon green twisty straw. “What? I’m just following orders. I’m an employee of Junseo Industries.”

Junseo nods, a dried patch of syrup present on his chin. “You’re fired if you say no!”

Minho gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare.”

The night ended off with a sing-along dance party in the living room, Minho flailing around with a dish towel as a makeshift cape while Junseo’s half laughing and screaming as he tries to copy his dad’s questionable dance moves. You just stood there watching everything unfold, in utter disbelief that this was the man you married.

Later, after Junseo passed out mid-sentence on the couch, Minho gently scoops him up and and tucked him in for bed, brushing flyaway strands from his forehead with the most endearing look in his eyes.

He returned to your shared bedroom and he whispered, “he said it was the best day of his life.”

You sigh softly, leaning into him. “He’s not the only one.”

When Minho wrapped his arms around you, still in pajamas and smelling faintly of maple syrup, you realized something very true.

Your husband might be a child in disguise… but he was all yours— and the best dad in the entire world.

창빈/CHANGBIN.

“Welcome to the Nari Salon!” Your daughter announced with both hands in the air, a pink plastic makeup case clutched under one arm and a sparkly sticker decorating her forehead. “Today’s special is princess makeover. Only brave daddies allowed.”

Changbin’s sitting cross-legged on the floor in sweatpants and a nervous smile, glancing over at you for backup. You were curled up on the couch with your phone, already recording.

“Why only daddies?” He wonders, trying not to laugh.

“Because mommies already have pretty faces,” Nari replied with absolute conviction, opening her case like she was real makeup artist. “You have no sparkle.”

“Ouch,” Changbin pouts, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. “Roasted by my own child.”

Nari didn’t flinch. “Sit still, Appa. This might tickle.”

The next fifteen minutes was pure chaos.

Glitter eyeshadow ended up on Changbin’s eyebrows. Blush was aggressively swirled onto his forehead. Lip gloss was applied… to his teeth? Then at some point, a butterfly sticker was slapped onto the middle of his nose like a finishing touch.

“You’re doing amazing, baby,” you cooed, trying not to cry from laughter, “he’s never looked better.”

“I know,” Nari boasts with the utmost pride, stepping back to look with her hands on her hips. “He’s a glittery king!”

Changbin struck a pose, face glowing brighter than a disco ball. “How do I look?”

“Fabulous,” you said, barely holding it together. “Like someone who’s never getting that lip gloss off his eyelids.”

She climbed into his lap and cupped his cheeks, smushing his glittery face between her tiny hands. “Appa, you’re sooooooo beautiful.”

Hearing that made Changbin instantly melt into a puddle. His arms wrapped around her smaller form, expression softening beneath the rainbow mess on his face. “You made me beautiful, Nari. Only you could.”

“You’re welcome,” she giggles, humming to herself as she opens the bottle of nail polish.

Before she could start painting his knuckles purple, he looked up at you with sparkling eyes— part glitter, part happy tears. “She really said I had no sparkle.”

“She fixed you, honey,” you teased, grinning.

“Thank God for the Nari Salon,” he praised once again, pulling her in for another bear hug while she squealed with joy.

By this point, you were smiling like an idiot. Watching the two of them— your fierce little girl and your big, soft husband, covered in sparkles and love, it was almost too much for your heart to handle.

This was your life now. Glittery, loud, messy, but you wouldn’t change a single thing.

현진/HYUNJIN.

“Appa,” Seola says loudly between bites of Cheeto puffs, “I wan’ it to sparkle a lot. Like, super sparkle.”

Hyunjin, sleeves rolled up and brows furrowed in pure concentration, didn’t even look up. “I got you, princess. This castle is gonna outshine the sun.”

You peep your head around the corner from the kitchen, suppressing a laugh. The dining table was littered with various sheets of colored paper, glue sticks, markers, pom-poms, and without a doubt, looked like a glitter war zone. Your daughter who’s in first grade now, sat with her little legs swinging aimlessly under the chair, one sock is halfway off, happily munching away as Hyunjin diligently glued yet another swirl of gold glitter onto the cardboard turrets of her art project.

“Babe.. is this her assignment or yours?” You teased.

“She’s the visionary,” he replies without missing a beat, “I’m just the hands.”

“I said the glitter goes on the windows,” Seola chimed in, dramatic as her father, pointing a cheesy finger at the paper castle.

“Yes, ma’am,” Hyunjin responds with a mock salute, tongue slightly poking out as he carefully traced the edges of the cardboard windows with more layers of glue. “I’m just your humble servant.”

You shook your head, smiling so hard you could feel your cheeks starting to hurt. He looked completely ridiculous— dried glue on his hoodie sleeve, glitter dusting his cheekbones like highlight, and yet somehow still managed to look stupidly handsome. Meanwhile, your daughter’s living her best life, alternating between bossing him around like the little diva she is and licking cheese dust off her fingers.

At one point, she dropped her snack, and Hyunjin immediately reached for it. “I’ll get it, baby. Don’t touch your masterpiece with chip hands.”

“I wasn’t gonna!” She huffed, even though she most definitely was.

They bickered sweetly for another twenty minutes while you watched, heart swelling with something too warm to name. Every once in a while, Hyunjin would sneak a glance at you, eyes crinkling like he couldn’t believe this was real life— married to his best friend, helping his daughter craft the shiniest art project in the class.

When the glue was finally drying, Seola yawned and leaned against Hyunjin’s side, a glittered pom-pom still stuck to her hand.

“Appa, I love you.”

Hyunjin almost cried, kissing the crown of her head and holding her close. “I love you more, my little artist.”

You walked over and wrapped your arms around both of them, resting your chin on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “If her teacher gives her anything less than an A, I’m emailing the school.”

Hyunjin chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ll bedazzle the email.”

한/HAN.

“Okay, but hear me out,” Jisung was holding up the Lego Medieval Castle like it was his firstborn. “What if we need this one because it has a working drawbridge?”

You quirked a brow, folding your arms over your chest as you survey the overflowing shopping cart that’s filled to the brim with Lego sets— dinosaurs, spaceships, a sushi restaurant, two different Star Wars builds, and a suspiciously tiny Minecraft keychain your five-year-old son, Taemu, was cluthing onto since you’ve got here.

“Babe, that’s literally the fifth set you’ve added in the last ten minutes.”

“It’s not for me,” he rebuttals, blinking innocently. “It’s for our son. Right, Taemu?”

Taemu nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Mommy! I need the dragon and the pizza truck!”

You squinted. “Since when do dragons eat pizza..?”

“Since now,” Jisung said confidently. “Plus, look! This one comes with a guy who has tiny armor. Tiny. Armor.”

You swap looks between the two of them, your son beaming up at you with big doe eyes and your fully grown husband doing the same, holding up the box of Lego ninjas like his life wouldn’t be complete without it.

“Please, Mommy,” they both say in unison. Jisung even adding a little pout.

You sighed out dramatically. “You two are the worst.”

“But the cutest,” Jisung grinned, kissing your cheek.

“Ugh, fine,” you muttered, tossing it into the cart. “But if I step on even one of these bricks at home, I’m throwing them all into the ocean.”

Taemu gasped. “Not the ocean! That’s where sharkies live!”

Jisung leaned down to whisper, “Don’t worry, bud. We’ll build a submarine next time.”

As you made your way to the checkout, the two of them started excitedly whispering about their build order, as if they’re discussing some kind of war strategy.

“Okay, so we do the dragon first, obviously,” Jisung suggests, nudging Taemu.

“But then the spaceship after. ‘Cause we need to fly away if the dragon gets mad,” Taemu added seriously.

You just went along with it in silence, heart ridiculously full.

Back at the car, Jisung helped load the trunk, humming a made-up Lego anthem while Taemu echoed every lyric in the backseat.

“Y’know,” you said, watching them with quiet affection, “I think you might be more excited than he is.”

Jisung makes his way over to you, caging his arm around your waist. “I just never grew out of the Lego phase, but luckily enough for me, I married someone who still loves me anyway.”

You leaned into his hold, laughing softly. “Yeah, yeah. I married two children.”

As you drove home with a trunk full of bricks and a car full of joy, you kept replaying it all your head— even through all the goofy smiles, an unreasonable amount of money spent, and more Legos than shelf space, this was exactly the kind of life you’d always dreamt of.

필릭스/FELIX.

The kitchen smelled like vanilla, flour dust lingered in the air, and there was already an ungodly amount of sugar coating the floor. Your daughter, Minji, stood on her little step-stool in a pastel pink apron that had “Mommy’s Little Baker” engraved on the front, sleeves bunched up, hair in uneven pigtails that Felix had proudly done himself. A smear of cinnamon clung to her cheek as a badge of honor.

“Okay, now we roll it gently,” you remind, guiding her small hands over the dough.

“I am being gentle,” Minji declared, dramatically squishing her palms into the dough with utmost concentration.

Felix snorted behind you, leaning against the marble countertop with streaks of flour across his black t-shirt. “Gentle like a baby elephant,” he teased.

Minji looks back, affronted. “Appa, ‘m not an elephant! ‘m a chef!”

“Yes, Chef Minji,” he said with a bow, laughing as he kissed the top of her head. “The most powerful cinnamon roll maker in the whole universe.”

“And Mommy is the assistant,” she added seriously, pointing at you with a cinnamon-covered finger.

“Oh, excuse me,” you giggled, saluting her. “I live to serve.”

The three of you moved in messy harmony— Felix sneaking pinches of brown sugar into his mouth, Minji narrating every step like she was filming her own little cooking show, and you trying (and failing) to keep everything somewhat tidy. Somewhere between spreading the butter and sprinkling the cinnamon sugar, Felix laced his arm around your waist, pulling you close and whispering, “still can’t believe I got to marry you.”

Your lips curve upward, feeling your face heat up. “You say that everytime we bake.”

He embeds a kiss to your temple. “Because everytime, it hits me again. Like, boom. You’re really my wife and we created the most beautiful family together.”

“Appaaaaa,” Minji groaned dramatically, scrunching her nose. “No kissy stuff while we’re cooking!”

Felix just grinned. “You’ll understand one day.”

They both looked at you with matching eyes; bright, golden, and full of the same affection that all started when you were sixteen and scribbling hearts on each other’s notebooks. It was the kind of joy that hadn’t dimmed since graduation day, when you two got married at the courthouse with nothing but dreams and cheap rings.

You watched as Minji proudly rolled up the dough, lopsided and chaotic, but beautiful, and placed it on the tray with such care.

“Do you think this one will taste like love?” She asks, peeking up at you with cinnamon-sticky fingers.

Felix ruffled her hair, smiling so wide his dimples made in appearance. “Sweetheart, with you in the kitchen? It already does.”

And just like that, your heart’s already melting faster than the frosting you were about to drizzle.

승민/SEUNGMIN.

The sun had barely risen, but Seungmin’s already pacing the living room in his Team Tigers dad cap, holding your son’s tiny glove as if it was made of gold.

“Do you think I should bring the big camera and my phone?” He debates, squinting at both intensely like he was holding a press conference and not going to a T-ball game full of six-year-olds who still ran to third base by accident.

You sipped your coffee, watching your husband buzz around like a fly, being the world’s most enthusiastic sports dad that he is. “Babe, you’re not shooting a documentary. He’s going to hit a foam ball with a plastic bat.”

Seungmin looked at you offended. “Excuse you. This is Tigers vs. Bulldogs. Game of the century.”

Your son, Sunwoo, walked in with his oversized jersey practically drowning him with mismatched socks peeking out of his cleats. “Appa, can I bring my lucky froggy?” He asked, holding the lime green plush for dear life.

“Absolutely,” Seungmin nodded seriously. “Every MVP needs a mascot.”

By the time you stepped onto the field, Seungmin had already introduced himself to the coach, made friends with two other dads, and claimed a spot along the fence with the best view. He pulled his phone out, ready to record like it’s opening day at a major league stadium.

“There he is! That’s my boy!” He shouts excitedly, zooming in as Sunwoo adjusted his cap and ran to the outfield with a tiny determined pout.

When Sunwoo missed a catch and accidentally bonked another player with his glove, Seungmin winced. “That’s okay, buddy! Nice effort! So proud of you!”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re acting like he just pitched a no-hitter.”

“He will, one day,” Seungmin voiced confidently. “Mark my words.”

When Sunwoo finally made contact with the ball, which was more of a thud than a hit, sending it rolling about five feet— Seungmin leapt to his feet like your son had just hit a grand slam.

“YES, SUNWOO! GO, GO, GO, RUN LIKE THE WIND, BUDDY!”

The other parents chuckled as your son sprinted to first base, grinning so hard his helmet slid halfway down his face. You watched Seungmin film it all, eyes shining, narrating like a proud coach.

After the game, Sunwoo ran into his arms, sweaty and smiling. “Did you see me, Appa?! I hit it!”

“I saw everything,” Seungmin beamed, crouching down to Sunwoo’s level. “I got it all on video. You’re a legend.”

You also snapped a photo of them, Sunwoo in his muddy cleats, Seungmin still in full proud dad mode, holding the phone up high with the evidence to prove it.

Right then and there, just watching them both glow under the sunlight, you knew this, exactly this, is what love is supposed to look like.

아이엔/JEONGIN.

“Appa,” your son whispered, tugging on Jeongin’s sleeve and pointing toward the crowded game booth, “I need that Snorlax.”

Jeongin followed his gaze to the oversized plush, which was nearly the size of your son himself— lounging behind a wall of neon prizes, looking as unbothered as ever. “Snorlax, huh?” He confirms, cracking his knuckles. “Say no more.”

You raised a brow. “You don’t even know how to play that game.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jeongin replied, already marching over with unbridled confidence. “For our son, I’m a man of many talents.”

You stayed back with your giggling boy, watching your husband take aim with a beanbag and dramatically miss by about two feet.

“So close!” You called out, choking on a laugh.

“That was a warm-up throw!” Jeongin shouted, waving his arms.

Four failed attempts and two near misses later, the booth worker took pity and decided to give him an extra turn. Jeongin narrowed his eyes, summoning all his dramatic flair that lead up for this moment and by some miracle, knocked the last can clean over.

He turned to your son with wide eyes. “Did you see that?!”

“I SAW IT!” Hajoon screamed, jumping up and down, flaring with excitement.

Moments later, Jeongin was parading back with a triumphant grin and an enormous Snorlax draped across his shoulders. “Mission complete.”

“You look like Snorlax’s Uber,” you teased.

He puffed out his chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Afterward, you spent hours wandering around the park, riding kiddie coasters, playing games, and sharing snacks. Jeongin disappeared to “go get water” and came back suspiciously sticky-lipped and a little more upbeat than usual.

Unbeknownst to you, he’d eaten three sticks of cotton candy behind the funnel cake stand.

By the time you buckled everyone into the car, Hajoon’s already dozing off with Snorlax in his lap, Jeongin was absentmindedly tapping his fingers to a silent beat and softly humming what sounded like the theme song from Pokémon— for the third time.

You gave him a little side-eye. “You good?”

“I’m great!” He assured, sounding way too enthusiastic. “Did you know cotton candy is just, like, magic? Sugar magic? I feel like I could fly home!”

“…How much did you eat?”

He looked out the window. “That’s not important.”

On the drive home, he pointed out every billboard, sang along to every dumb commercial jingle, and randomly turned around to whisper “Snorlax is watching you” to your sleeping son.

You were somewhere between exhausted and in love.

Later that night, when your sugar-crashed husband snored softly next to you, arm wrapped loosely around both you and Hajoon with Snorlax wedged somewhere at your feet, you smiled to yourself.

Even through all the chaos, sugar highs, and loudness.

It truly was the perfect day.

it’s literally 3 am and i wanna cry rn, i’m actually so sleepy and i feel like i can never finish ANYTHING at a reasonable hour but i’m happy to be finally done w this 😖💗

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ybklix · 2 days ago

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young and beautiful

𐙚 pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: The love of your life, and you begin to reflect on your future. ౨ৎ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔: fluff, suggestive smut, established relationship, idol felix implied. ⊹ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 3k

young and beautiful by lana del rey

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wen’s note: hot summer nights, mid july... 🚬 (it's art, i love lana so much and i couldnt miss the chance of another year without writing something around this song at the right timing lol, happy mid july!); it reminded me when hyunjin showed felix this song and he was falling asleep to lana's voice lol

Felix had thought it through enough. He had considered it enough, gone through enough silent crises, but now he knew—he had always known—but this time he was extremely determined. You are the love of his life.

And everyone around him, in his world and close circle, knew that he loved you intensely.

So, with his heart almost in his throat, his skin pale and his mouth dry, he invited you on this trip. He used the excuse that he wanted a vacation with you and had organized everything in secret to surprise you with the news, hoping you wouldn’t question him.

You didn’t. You knew your boyfriend was spontaneous, absent-minded, but when it came to serious things, things he truly took seriously, his expression changed completely; he smiled little and looked at you intensely as he said, “I know your schedule is free these days and we’re supposed to rest here, but since my schedule is also free... but how about going to France with me?”

That time, you examined his face, his serious expression, the way he breathed, and you thought then that it was a trick... Your mind immediately deceived you, and your chest tightened a little, thinking that he was about to tell you that he suddenly had business in France, something to cover with the luxury brand he worked for, and that his invitation was his subtle way of telling you that he would be busy but needed you with him. Just as he had done many times before, and you always adapted to him.

“France?” you replied, “Did something suddenly come up that you have to go?”

At least you were direct that time. But Felix was doing his best not to tremble with nerves right in front of you, as he really didn’t want you to suspect anything at all.

“No. Of course not. I mean, I planned a trip for the two of us.”

And those were the most wonderful days, although Felix had to admit that he was still quite nervous. How was he supposed to know what to do next? Every part of him felt like he was about to faint and lose consciousness.

You… you had no idea, you were having a great time, falling more in love with Felix with every second you spent with him, spending the first two days in Paris and, on the second day, to start the third day of your trip, he suggested you pack again, not believing what he was saying. Another spontaneous trip to another place far from the busy city, a place abundant with nature, beautiful lakes, and all the bright and beautiful things that, to Felix, made you look even more beautiful surrounded by them: flowers, natural landscapes…

He was very specific with you, telling you that he wanted you to wear that pink dress he suggested you pack from the beginning, using the sweet excuse, “Oh, I have a suit with pink details and I want us to match! We can take lots of pictures together, honey!” And then he proceeded to kiss you tenderly, so you packed it, without the slightest suspicion of his true intentions.

However, you were certainly beginning to notice some strange behavior in Felix, as if he seemed paranoid or was very attentive to his surroundings, and you thought it was because you were both taking a dangerous risk by going out in public to enjoy your time together like any normal person. But Felix wasn’t just any normal person, not in the eyes of others, not in the eyes of the public. But the thought was short-lived, because every night he was the same again, the same vulnerable Felix in your arms, the one who has to hug you to sleep well, the one who tells you every one of his jokes and waits to see your smile at every moment. He was your boyfriend again, the love of your life, whose closeness and touch made you swoon and question over and over again how it was possible that you could love someone so much? How could you feel so intensely whenever you were with him?

The two of you moved each other’s worlds in the sweetest, purest, and best way possible.

Upon arriving at the place, you were completely amazed. It was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but have a lot of questions for your boyfriend: “What? Why? Felix, what is this place? How long have you been planning this? Where did you even find it?”

“I just want this trip to be so special and unforgettable.”

You had no idea that he had been planning this beautiful trip for months—and the other and most important thing, and the real purpose of the trip—because someone like Felix couldn’t just leave the city where he worked as often as he pleased. And then, you began to appreciate his effort, and an almost inhuman burden of tenderness filled your soul. He was loving you, spoiling you… but why so suddenly? Why during the middle of a hot July summer? Why did you think your boyfriend was so attached to the idea that this particular trip together, unlike the others, would be particularly perfect?

You could see it and feel it, Felix’s determination and focus. You knew him so well. Something was up, but you couldn’t exactly point your finger at what.

But you began to suspect something when you saw how gorgeous Felix looked in that suit he didn’t show you at first, but just did a moment ago. In addition to doing everything he could to style his hair properly—since he was used to the hard work of his stylists—he asked you for a little help and also nervously asked you, with his big, bright, tender-hearted eyes, if he would look good in the photos looking like that, without makeup.

But of course, there was absolutely nothing to worry about with you. He knew you would look stunning in any photo, wearing anything. You were the most beautiful woman in his eyes, and his heart beat intensely every time he saw you wearing makeup and that dress, taking his breath away and making his mind fantasize about the sweet idea... that in the future, that emotion of his and that image of you that he was treasuring forever in his memory would transform into a warmer and more unforgettable day. A moment forever, once in a lifetime.

You laughed, thinking he was overreacting, that it would just be a couple of photos taken with your cell phones. You kissed the bridge of his nose and appreciated his freckles, telling him that he looked beautiful just the way he was.

And finally, Felix’s plan was set in motion. A romantic and unforgettable dinner, still with the light of day supporting you on what would be, for Felix, his most difficult day so far.

“It’s... very nice, Felix, really, why are you trying so hard to surprise me?”

The scenery was beautiful. A beautiful garden, surrounded by flowers, with a romantically decorated table and chairs, the table set with food, ready for you two lovers to sit down, enjoy, and chat. It was like a fairy tale.

Felix was truly overwhelmed, nervous, not even sure if he could eat a bite, but he had to act like he was fine. Until now, the most genuine of his emotions had been loving you.

“We needed this kind of date... planned, beautiful, not just on special occasions like our anniversary, Valentine’s Day, or our birthdays... I just want to spoil you,” he replied, coming closer to you, taking you by the waist, and looking at you adoringly. “I love you.”

And being with you certainly made everything easier for Felix. You never failed to impress him with how you softened his soul, if that was even possible, and if it was, you were the only one capable of that and much more... of awakening in him something so pure and overwhelming that he never wanted it to stop; the feeling was sweetly addictive. It was you. It was love.

But after finishing eating and chatting, and after drinking a little wine, he felt the pressure again; it was becoming real.

He was going to do it.

“Should we explore the place?” he said suddenly, nervous and swallowing, his Adam’s apple moving in his throat.

“Sure,” you replied, worrying slightly about him.

Felix quickly got up from his chair and took your hand. The beautiful garden impressed you, and the lovely sight of your boyfriend walking through it was simply wonderful, so between giggles, compliments, and gentle caresses, you took pictures of him, without even knowing that you were capturing a before and after for him and for both of you, a special transformation in who you were, in your relationship, and in your love.

He guided you around the place, telling you a little about how his French friend had suggested the perfect place, that he had been planning it since March to relax with you, and all the little things, telling you only the surface of the truth. Because the truth was that Felix and you had been boyfriend and girlfriend for a long time, you had gone through many ups and downs, sometimes the downs were so strong and destructive that they overshadowed the ups, but you stayed together because you loved each other and couldn’t leave each other, because you knew exactly what you were getting into when you got involved with someone like him, and you both discussed it, knowing that his life was hectic and revolved around perfection... and yet you took the risk, you tried, and you both fought for the connection you had, which is still very strong and lasting to this day.

And even though his life was seemingly perfect, for him, there was nothing better than being with you. So... he thought about it a lot, had many crises, questioned everything, because in the end, you were both still very young and he was at the peak of his career... but the feeling and thought kept him awake at night. He loved you too much, he couldn’t imagine a life without you, you had known each other for years, you had been together for years... was it the right time to take the next step?

Felix thought it over many times, spoke seriously with his sisters, his father, his mother, seeking advice, comfort, and support. He was desperate, but the only thing he was sure of was how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and if that meant an official ceremony to seal your love—in front of the church, which fascinated him more than anything—alongside your closest family and friends, he would do it. He will marry you.

Even though you had already had that kind of conversation, openly and genuinely confessing that one day you would get married, live together, and spend the rest of your lives with each other. At first, it was corny, those confessions you used to make in your most vulnerable moments, when your heart seemed to rule your brain, and it stayed that way for a while. Then it became more serious, confirming that you did want to marry each other, and you talked seriously about it, that in a couple of years... when he turned past 25, when he will be maybe 27, 28, and getting married before 30 was the ideal plan for both of you; that you would love an intimate proposal, without excess, without exaggerated decoration, that it would be a unique, magical moment, just you and him. You were planning your future together, with racing hearts, shining eyes, and words full of hope.

But he couldn’t wait any longer. And he knew you couldn’t either. You were still too young, but it all just felt right. A life together with you.

Felix stopped dead in his tracks. It was the right place. In front of the pond, nature filling the air with its scent and decorating your bodies. It was the perfect shot.

“I have something very important to tell you.”

He said that, nervously. It was time. He stood in front of you, took your hands, looked at the ground, licked his lips, and looked up to stare at you. He was almost trembling.

You nodded, signaling that you were listening attentively. You admired Felix; he looked so handsome today, and you thought about how perfect this trip had been, that there was nothing more Felix than this, his romantic dates, tinged with beautiful flowers and the perfect undertones of a fairy tale. It was typical to think about taking you to Paris, to explore the place popularly known as romantic... but he was still himself, gave it his touch, he made it more magical, beautiful. You felt like a princess right now.

A few seconds of silence passed, and his serious, sparkling gaze and tense body perpetuated everything and made your world spin. Your heart began to race, and you almost trembled beside him. You couldn’t believe it was true, but you knew exactly what it was.

“You know... I love you so, so much,” he almost began to stammer, his pulse betraying him, “and...”

Felix blinked, thinking, right, this is the part where you kneel, Felix; feeling overwhelmed that he was about to give his speech standing in front of you.

You watched him do it, slowly, and your world stopped right there. You opened your eyes in surprise, and suddenly every particle in your body became so sensitive, and you felt your blood flow drop abruptly from your body. It was happening. You looked at Felix, vulnerably kneeling in front of you, struggling to form words, his eyes shining when he saw you.

“I just can’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it. I want you in it—in my life, forever. I want to grow old with you, plan every little move I make... together with you, I want to love you, take care of you until my last breath. I want you to love me like you do forever and be by my side... Y/n, please—”

Felix was about to cry, his voice trembling with a lump in his throat, letting out thoughts he had kept locked away in his mind and heart. He sometimes found it hard to cry, sometimes it was so easy, being vulnerable with you became his favorite thing. He didn’t know how to truly express himself at that moment; he even wrote a speech in the notes on his phone, prepared himself, memorized it, wrote down what he loved most about you, but he completely forgot it when he was standing there in front of you. He knew you understood.

It was a sweet speech... in which he reflected on his strict and hard life and how your arrival was the most sincere proof of love. Felix, in his world of glamour, had seen and felt it all, lived a brilliant world of luxury, experienced love in many areas—the public adoring him... but there was nothing like the different world you made him feel; absolutely nothing compared to you and your warm soul, the way you saw the world, the way you loved him.

He finally took the engagement ring box out of his pocket and showed it to you—the most beautiful and exquisite diamond—his hands trembling, on the verge of the sweetest collapse. But the ring was no more dazzling than the question and the memory that will always live in your mind until the end of your days. From the precious image of the love of your life saying:

“Will you marry me?”

You felt dizzy, then the adrenaline rushed through you. A flood of emotions all at once, only to be summed up in a happy:

“Yes! Felix, yes!”

He stood up, almost staggering from the lack of strength, but he felt a great relief as soon as you leapt at him and felt your warm arms around his body. As soon as your bodies touched and you breathed in each other’s scent, you broke down completely, sweet sobs of happiness, warm tears of love decorating each other’s cheeks.

He held you tight, holding on to that moment.

“I love you so much, Felix,” you confessed, hugging him tightly and in a weak whisper, you were so fragile and vulnerable.

Felix respected your wish. The proposal was intimate, just you, him, and the beautiful memories, and a very private photographer he hired to hide behind a bush and capture the sweetest of moments.

With the ring on your finger, your bodies trembling and your souls vulnerable, you both spent your first night as each other’s fiancés. Felix promised to spend the rest of his life with you.

And as you both got ready for bed, you couldn’t help but blurt out, still stunned by the idea of being with him, walking down the altar... growing up, starting a family, having a home...

“Are you really going to love me even when I’m old? Wow, it’s just that—I’m speechless.”

In the superficial world Felix lived in, with beauty surrounding him wherever he went... all that lost its meaning. What good was that beauty if it made him feel so lonely in his saddest moments? What good was that beauty if what he admired most about you was your soul, and he knew that you would evolve as a person—alongside him—you would grow... but you would always remain the same person he fell in love with.

That night, your bodies became one, your hands on his back with your ring brushing against his skin and naked body. You yielded to each other, whispering and panting each other’s names, writhing in pleasure and love until you fell deeply exhausted.

One of many nights of passion and intense love for the rest of your lives, in the future.

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