To Be Loved... (BOOK 1)

I Love You

Felix was half asleep on my chest, exhausted from practice. I was so proud of him, I know he's been really pushing himself. Although it's a lot of work, he seems to be really enjoying it. I love being able to support him and cheer him on.

"Hey, red." He whispered.

"Don't call me that." I smiled, kissing the top of his head.

"Alright, Hyunjin."

"Don't call me that either." I whined.

"Is that not your name?" He teased. I shook my head. "Does 'my love' work for you?" He peppered my neck with kisses making his way up to my lips.

"Yup." He sat up on my hips and rested his hands on my chest. "What's up?" He suddenly seemed uneasy.

"Do you think we could talk about something?"

"Of course." I held onto his wrists and rubbed them lightly.

"Hyunjin, I love you so much." I was starting to feel uneasy myself. Whenever I hear that someone wants to talk about something, I automatically assume the worst. "And I think that-"

"Choi San! Watch the wall!" Wooyoung's booming screams interrupted Felix.

"Ignore him." I scoffed.

"We can talk about it later, it's okay." He smiled. He got up off my lap and left my room to see what all the yelling was about.

"God damn it, Woo." I mumbled, following Felix. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Was my immediate reaction once I spotted Wooyoung and San trying to carry a ten foot tree into his room. Apparently the Christmas tree in the living room wasn't enough for him.

"I wanted it." He strained. "It's fake, don't worry."

"Yeah, I can see that. Why did you need another tree?"

"This is San's." He smiled brightly, leaving his boyfriend to set the tree up himself. "They don't celebrate Christmas in his house."

"Yeah and then you threw a fit once I told you." San was trying to catch his breath, hooking his arm around Wooyoung's shoulder.

"It's just unethical, that's all."

"I don't know what you expected from my dad honestly."

"I'm with you." I nodded. "My parents would get more presents for Kkami than me."

"What?" Felix actually sounded mad. I didn't even think that was possible. Wooyoung just sighed, probably remembering all the past Christmas's where I'd give him a call and say 'hey, it happened again'. Of course he always had an obnoxious amount of gifts waiting for me so it wasn't all bad.

"Best thing I ever got were those black combat boots I always wear."

"Oh, those are hot." Felix nodded, knowing which pair I'm referring to.

"Let's go, Sannie. We have a tree to decorate." Wooyoung jumped on San, expecting to be carried. He groaned as he caught him, lifting him again to get a better grip. Wooyoung closed the door while hysterically laughing.

"He's such a spoiled brat." I looked down at Felix to see the purest smile and shining eyes. "Do you want to be carried too?" I laughed. He nodded, holding his arms up. I rolled my eyes and picked him up. He rested his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Does this make me a spoiled brat?"

"No, I'll always carry you, you're my baby. That menace in the other room just jumps unprovoked  and expects to be caught every time." I sat us down on the edge of my bed as he rested on my lap. "So what were you saying before?" Felix paused, trying to think of what to say.