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Honeymoon pt.2

smut uwu

beginning is kinda sad though, I wrote this whilst listening to a compilation of Chan singing on vlive so I was feeling super soft and emotional (I cried LOL) but I hope you enjoy <3

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To say Chan was feeling elated would be an understatement.

This was the first time Felix ever mentioned his feelings, the two always just understanding each other without words, the simplest gaze, smile, touch conveying all their unspoken words.

However this didn't mean Chan preferred their loud actions- he was the type to always need confirmation and for the other to be straightforward with him before his mind thought of endless possibilities.

So hearing Felix say 'I love you' silenced his thoughts and soothed his heart.

He released a shaky breath at this, smiling as he fell limp in Felix's arms and calming the redhead by combing through his damp hair and letting him cry all his emotions.

Chan understood how the other felt- falling in love was freefalling and hoping, praying the other was falling with you. And to finally acknowledge such feelings were overwhelming. Especially to someone like Felix, who grew up surrounded by a cruel and heartless order such as the mafia.

It was clear his father tried his best to protect Felix for as long as possible, but his mother, not so much.

He remembered Felix, drunk and sobbing hysterically, laughing maniacally and choking on his tears when he recalled how his mother wasn't afraid to hold him at gunpoint- her own son, just for money and power.

Felix still loved her though. It's hard to let go of someone you trusted blindly. So maybe that's why he still bought her favourite flowers- Purple hyacinths. 'Sorrow- I am sorry. Please forgive me' - that's what they meant.

Chan still didn't know if Felix was the one feeling sorry, or if he hoped his mother was regretful.

Either way, she wasn't alive anymore- Iseul made sure of that and born was Lee Felix, the infamous mafia leader of South Korea who took lives with a smile on his face.

But to Chan, Felix would always be the freckled, lost boy who carried so much confidence and sass and maybe (definitely) the brunette's heart too.

His train of thought was broken when Felix pulled away with wet eyes, a red nose and a scowl pulling his lips down.

"Okay you can get off me now, you're heavy."

Instead, the brunette melted further against his lover, smiling evilly when he wheezed.

"You're going to fucking kill me asshole,"

Chan giggled, littering Felix with baby pecks down his neck, " but you love me~"

"No, I take it back," he all but rasped.

Taking mercy on the suffering male, Chan lifted himself onto his elbows, hovering above his husband and watched him gasp for air dramatically. 

The older couldn't help but pause and take in the view, grinning fondly. "I love you too by the way."

This caught Felix's attention, the two gazing at each other. "I know," Felix whispered, tugging Chan closer to let their lips meet, passionate exchange of tongue and moans. "And thank you. For doing this, I don't know what I would have done if it had to be anyone but you," he uttered, letting his fingertips trace the outline of his wolf tattoo above his collarbone.