#szk felix oneshot

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Counting Stars

-Felix x Reader

-fluffy fluff fluffff with some angst (if you could call it that)

-warnings: some curse words here and there

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“Y/n… you’ve been in there for more than 30 minutes, are you sure you’re taking a bath?”

Felix finally knocks on the door after hearing him shuffling around in your shared room for the past minutes, unsure on how to approach you.

You’ve been pretty sensitive lately, and he knows it. Everytime you feel like this, he tries his best to help out but everytime he does, you tell him that you’re fine and don’t need anything.

“Y/n? Baby?” He asks again. You can hear and feel the worry rising up in him now.

“S-sorry, I had my headphones on, I c-couldn’t hear you.” You manage to stutter.

“Yeah right, I have your headphones, remember? Y/n, I’m coming in, okay? Let’s talk… please?” He asks, turning the doorknob.

You don’t answer as you shuffle from your seat on the floor, away from the door. When Felix enters, he stopped when he didn’t see you… until he looked down.

“Oh shit, baby, are you okay?” He drops on his knees and slowly approaches you, making sure you don’t get startled or push him away.

You hide your face on your knees, turning away from him. He flinches as he looks at you, worry and hurt now more evident than ever.

“Did I do anything wrong, sweetie? Please tell me. You’ve been so distant this past week, and I know for sure that you’re not telling me something. I’m worried as heck, baby.” He rambles, careful enough not to let his voice break. He’s been holding on to himself this past few days, careful not to trip you over more than you already are but at the same time, trying to keep you company and trying to make you smile every once in a while.

You look up at his words, exposing your tear stained face. The bags under your eyes are worse than Chan’s now. But you don’t care about those right now. All you care about is his words. You realize that while you were hurting, he was, too.

“It’s not your fault, Lix… It’s… nothing, it’s childish really. Please stop worrying about me.” You manage to say, all while trying to look at him in the eyes but this time, it’s him looking away.

Felix now sits on the floor with you. He bows his head, and stares at his hands.

“I just… I feel useless when I’m not able to help you out, you know? Do you not trust me? I just want to be there for you always but it’s like you don’t want me to be near you this past few days and it’s… it’s hurting me, y/n. “

You know he’s right, but in your defense, you don’t want to burden him with your problems either so you just keep to yourself instead. You tell yourself that you can manage… but you know damn well that you’re at your breaking point right now, especially seeing Felix like this. The urge to burry yourself in his embrace just grows more, but you’re unsure how to manage that emotion right now.

It’s just that you’re so into your dark space right now, and you didn’t want to dim his light.

Silence envelopes the both of you. You lean on the wall, looking at the shower head, dripping water.

He reaches out and touches your hand.

“Y/n, I love you…” he whispers.

You look at him this time, tears threatening to fall again.

“I love you. I swear I do…” he whispers again, inching closer to you, tears threatening to fall from his eyes too.

With that, you allow yourself to break. You start to cry and the corners of his lips finally gave way into one of the saddest frowns you’ve ever seen as he finally moves in to cradle you in his arms. His hands caress your back and comb through your hair as you cry it all out on his chest.

He flinches when he feels you grip on the hem of his shirt and when he hears your cry become a wail. He continues to comfort you and it was only when you hear him start silently sobbing into your hair that you stop.

When you’re done crying, you hear him sniffling, but he still doesn’t let go.

“Felix…” you start.

“Baby you know I get hurt twice when you get hurt… please talk to me… use me as your tissue, your punching bag… anything… just please don’t go through this alone, whatever this is that’s been keeping you from me.”

You start to pull away from his hug but he slides his hands down your arms, holding on to them for balance for you both.

“I didn’t want to worry you, or burden you… I didn’t want to add to the problems you already have.” You tell him, unable to look into his eyes.

“Y/n, I don’t care. Let me carry your worries for you. What is it, hmm? Can you tell me? I won’t force you right now. You can tell me in your own pace, but-“

“It’s my family.” You interrupt.

“Oh, y/n…” he pouts again.

He knows that your family wasn’t really supportive when you told them you wanted to pursue art. This past week, you had your first independent exhibit and you invited them. When they accepted your invite, you though they finally warmed up to your career choice that they wanted to see your works. However, the minute the exhibit closed, they met you in your art room and started telling you stuff you didn’t want to hear.

“My mom could have just said my artworks were good, you know? She didn’t have to add ‘but it won’t get you anywhere’ to her statement.” You sulk.

He remains silent, a sure signal for you to continue talking.

“…and my aunts told me they could just download online instead of asking me to paint for them or buying from my works and-“

“That’s bullshit.” He blurts out suddenly, which caught you off guard.

You know he can be unfiltered sometimes, but this is the first time he cursed at an idea from your family.

“W-what?”

“You do you, y/n. That’s it.” He starts.

“You don’t have to listen to everything they tell you. Like, HAVE YOU SEEN THE REACTIONS OF THE PEOPLE WHO CAME TO YOUR EXHIBIT?”

You smile a bit, your first time in a while. “Maybe that was because Stray Kids graced the event?” You joke.

“Nope. Nah. That’s all you darling.” He softens finally, now that you’re smiling again. He sits beside you now, that your shoulders are touching. He grabs your hand and draws lazy circles on the back of your palm.

You watch as his thumb danced on your hand. You feel lighter now that you’re able to rant a bit, but it seems like Felix doesn’t want to hear the rest of it. As much as he respects your family, especially your parents, it still doesn’t sit right with him that they can’t support what you love.

“I think I’m okay now, Lix.” I finally say, hinting in my voice that we should get up from the bathroom floor and move back inside our room.

Without saying anything, he gets up first and offers you his hand. You take it, and you both go out. However, instead of settling down, he took you all the way to your balcony sofa bed. He laid there first, ushering you to follow. You smile at him and do so, and now you’re both cuddled into the sofa. Felix grabs the throw blanket nearby and covers you both. It’s the dead of night, so it’s dark outside, but the stars in the sky serve as your light.

“I still think we have a lot to talk about, y/n…” Felix breaks the silence after some time.

You place your hands on top of his that rests on your tummy, as he had his arms wrapped around you.

“Okay… I’m sorry.” You replied.

He shifted a bit and gently turned you to face him.

“You don’t have to be sorry for things you can’t control, baby.” He whispers assuringly, caressing your cheek.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like that when I was hurting too…” you explain.

Felix draws you to him and he plants a kiss on your forehead. He stayed there longer than usual.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m okay. We’ll be okay.” He whispers.

You smile and snuggle closer to him. You look up to find him looking at you too.

He reached out to caress the corners of your eyes, trying to feel for any more trails of your tears. You lean in to his touch.

“I just really can’t take it when you cry alone…” he kisses the corner of your left eye, then your right.

You reach out this time to caress his cheek. Your thumb trails along his freckles.

“You and your stars…” you wonder out loud, which he smiles to.

He watches you intently as you trace along his freckles, drawing random constellations. Without warning, you lean in and kiss his stars in little butterfly kisses.

You feel him smile as you visit his stars, then he stops you by cupping your face gently into his hands, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“What’s that for?” He chuckles.

“A thank you.” You reply.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… because without your stars, I would still be stuck in the dark. Thank you.” You mutter.

He smiles, and this time, it’s his turn to pepper your face with little kisses.

In turn, you let him connect the beauty marks scattered all over your face. He goes over them slowly, lulling you to sleep.

He notices it, so he says “Go ahead and sleep my love. I’ll be here…”

“Hmm… let’s fall asleep together…” you mumble, sleep slowly taking over you as he continues kissing your stars. HIS stars, he said.

“Let me fall inlove with you over and over again first before I fall asleep.” He chuckles, as he plants one soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

You smile as he parts from you, but sleep got a hold on you now.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be here until you wake…” he whispers, as he pulls you in closer, resting his chin on top of your head as he allows himself to fall asleep as well.

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Hey hey!

It’s almost 1am here, but I couldn’t go to sleep until I get to finish this random idea again. I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS!

I don’t know if I did this right this time, since I’m really just exploring right now, but I hope you still like it!

AND BY THE WAY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR APPRECIATION TOWARDS MY LAST HYUNJIN X READER AU LAST TIME OMG 🥺 you made me super happy~

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