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whispering hearts 💓🌟- minlix

Authors note: Guess who's back! Sorry it's been so long, I've been so burnt out because of school so this is a very short one. Hope you still enjoy it though ❤️ Christmas themed to get in the spirit 🤞

(1135 words)
In a small town, Felix and Minho share a deep connection but are hesitant to express their true feelings. Felix, known for his shyness, finds solace in his art, where his emotions are poured onto canvases. Meanwhile, Minho, an aspiring musician, conveys his emotions through melodies. The story unfolds as they navigate their insecurities and the fear of rejection, ultimately discovering the courage to share their love.
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The aroma of freshly ground coffee fills the air as Felix sits in a corner, sketchbook in hand. Fall leaves travel with the cold breeze, he cuddles in closer to his sweater. He watches Minho, who's engrossed in composing music on his laptop at a nearby table.

Felix's pencil moves across the sketchpad, capturing Minho's focused expression. His heart quickens, but he dismisses the feeling, attributing it to artistic inspiration. Minho notices Felix's stares, "Hey, Felix. What are you drawing?"

Felix looks up flustered, "Oh, just... random stuff." Minho pulls up a chair, genuinely interested and smiles at Felix. "Mind if I take a look?". Felix hesitates but then shows him the sketch. Among abstract lines, there's an unintentional emphasis on Minho.

Minho raises his eye brows and smirks at Felix, amused at the drawings. "I see someone familiar". Felix blushes, nervously laughing it off.

"Yeah, well, you're kind of hard to ignore." Minho's gaze meets Felix's, a subtle warmth passing between them. As Minho returns to his music, Felix can't shake the lingering feeling towards his best friend.

Later, at home, Felix flips through his sketchbook, pausing at the drawing of Minho. It hits him—a realization that goes beyond admiration. A smile creeps onto Felix's face. Maybe there's more to this than just art.

A couple weeks later Felix had a showcase of all of his art and paintings, he invited all of his friends (all 3 of them) and his family.

Minho finally walks in and the gallery is dimly lit, showcasing an array of vibrant paintings. Soft murmurs of the attendees create a gentle hum in the air. Felix stands nervously beside his art, glancing at each visitor, hoping to find a familiar face.

Minho, dressed in a simple yet stylish outfit, lights up as he spots Felix's section. He approaches the paintings, captivated by the emotions portrayed.

Felix, noticing Minho, tries to conceal a blush. He pretends to rearrange the paintings, stealing glances at Minho. "I love what you've done, it really feels like each piece holds a secret, an emotion."

Felix hesitates, then musters the courage to speak softly, "Maybe because each one hides a part of my heart." They share a moment of eye contact, the unspoken emotions hanging in the air.

"I'd love to hear the stories behind them." Felix, surprised by Minho's interest, smiles back. "Maybe someday.." Felix says looking at the ground.

Minho nods, understanding the unspoken complexity. As other attendees mill about, Felix and Minho continue to exchange silent conversations through the language of art.

Days go by and Felix can't help but feel that every single one of their interactions has a deeper meaning, maybe it's just his mind playing tricks on him. Or his heart is too full of hope, but he feels a connection with Minho, he can feel it when they look at each other, when their eyes meet and a invisible line links them together. Unable to pull away from each other.

Felix and Minho find themselves alone in a quaint bookstore, surrounded by the comforting scent of aged paper. Soft jazz music plays in the background as they explore the shelves, their hands occasionally brushing against each other.

"I've always loved the stories trapped in these pages." Felix says, looking at a book. Minho smiles to that and replies, "Me too. Each one is like a different world waiting to be discovered."

They share a glance, a subtle understanding passing between them. As they reach the poetry section, Minho spots a book and pulls it out.

"Have you read this one? It's a collection of love poems." Felix's heart races, realizing the significance of Minho's choice.

"No, not yet." Felix replies softly. "Maybe we could read it together sometime." Minho's words and smile encourages Felix to do something he's been so afraid of. He looks at Minho, their eyes locking in a moment charged with unspoken emotions.

"Minho, there's something I need to tell you." Felix whispers. "You can tell me anything, Felix."

Felix looks down nervously before saying, "I... I've admired you for so long. Your music, your kindness. It's more than admiration, though."

Minho takes Felix's hand, a gesture filled with warmth and reassurance. "Tell me."

"I... I love you, Minho. More than words can say." He finally spills it out. Minho's eyes light up with genuine joy.

"Felix, I've been waiting to hear those words." They share a tender embrace, the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted.

"I love you too, Felix." He whispers back.

As they hold each other, the bookstore's ambiance seems to amplify the magic of this moment—a moment where two hearts find the courage to express what they've silently carried for so long.

Fall passes by, winter arrives and so does the snow, the chilly nights and the hot chocolates. The Christmas market is aglow with twinkling lights, festive decorations, and the sweet aroma of cinnamon wafting through the air. Felix and Minho stroll hand in hand, bundled up in warm coats, their breath visible in the crisp winter air.

Felix looks around with sparkles in his eyes. "I've always loved the magic of Christmas markets." Minho squeezes his hand, "It's even more magical with you."

Felix nudges Minho with his shoulder, embarrassed by the cheesy love attempt. They approach a charming carousel adorned with fairy lights. Minho pulls Felix closer, and they watch the vibrant horses go round and round.

"Felix, there's something I've been wanting to do." Minho whispers, felix looks at Minho, anticipation in his eyes. "What is it?" He smiles.

Minho points to mistletoe above their heads. "It's a Christmas tradition. Would you mind if I..." Felix's cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and shyness.

"I'd love that." He says softly.

Under the mistletoe, surrounded by the festive ambiance, Minho leans in, and they share a sweet, lingering kiss. The cold air contrasts with the warmth they feel in each other's embrace. As they pull away, Felix's eyes sparkle with joy.

"Merry Christmas, Minho."
"The merriest, Felix."

They continue to explore the Christmas market, the magic of the season intertwined with the newfound magic of their love.