Art Gallery ~ minsung

25th August

Felix's POV

It was finally Changbin's birthday, the day I keep waiting for months after Valentine's day. I love making Changbin happy to an extent that I always involve way too much when it comes to making a day special. 

I would literally sell my lungs, if that made Changbin happy. 

Not many people noticed, but his smile, his real, private smile, could really light up this whole universe. I don't know when I first noticed it, when I first started to love him. He pulled me out of a depressed period and I suddenly realised I had completely fallen, head over heels for him. 

The fun fact is, after years, I'm still head over heels for him. 

While we were laying on my bed, days before, I had this idea to have a double date with Jisung and Minho. Maybe it would ruin the whole day, or maybe it would make it even better. Changbin was trembling in excitement to have a double date, so of course I couldn't stop myself from organising everything.

Something others didn't know, was that Changbin was actually the sweetest person ever. He treated me like a diamond, covered me from all the problems that may afflict me, often covered me in kisses as well. If I needed to give space to my enormous fragility, I would always call him over. He never judged me for feeling so empty inside sometimes. He never judged me for always being smiley and acting like a child. 

I took the T-shirt Changbin wanted to wear and placed it on top of our bed. Yeah, it wasn't even mine anymore. He walked out of the bathroom and came up to me, already smiling as soon as he saw me. I bet he was smiling even before I met his gaze, but mine soon walked down to his chest, to his muscular arms. Ah, my greatest weakness. 

"You remembered." He muttered, already opening his arms. He knew I just wanted to hug him for a while, it was my way of energizing for the day. 

I nodded against his skin, cuddling onto him like a little cat. I breathed in the scent of our body wash, yeah, even that wasn't mine anymore. 

If I had been a cat, I would have probably stuck to his side, continuously, and I wouldn't have been able to sleep in another place that wasn't the end of his bed, and I would have purred every time he would come back home, bumping the top of my head against his leg.

"Cutiepie, we really need to prepare ourselves, we are already late."

But it was so relaxing to be in his arms, feel those muscles embrace me. "We are not late, yet." I mumbled. 

"Only two more minutes, then I'll need to get dressed and you'll have to take the shower you wanted to take." He affirmed before leaving a kiss on my cheek. 

He was right though, we really needed to step out of the house in less than half an hour and I was still in my pajamas. You know, being in the house all morning, playing around, watching a film and lazily cooking felt way better in comfortable clothes, and with the person you love to join your childish laziness. 

And so we went two different ways before meeting up again. It was a rom-com, the one I was living with him, really. Every day we spent together was a serotonin boost and a complete disaster at the same time... like that one time we almost made the flour package explode in the kitchen, but that's another story.

We stepped out of the house hand in hand. Sometimes I forgot that, while we shared so many things, this house was still mine, and it sadly will always be. It will never be ours. I just wish the world could realise that love really cannot be categorized nor taught. It's innate, inside of us, and each one of us has a different conception of it. You just need to be lucky enough to meet a person that has a conception of it similar to yours. And I had met Changbin. I had been blessed.