𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. [𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝘅 𝗙𝗙]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 31

Felix's POV :-

The morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I felt a sense of warmth and peace enveloping me as I lay tangled in the sheets with Hyunjin.

His presence beside me was comforting, his arm wrapped securely around my waist. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him sleep, his features softened by the light of dawn.

At that moment, everything felt right.

I brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, staring at the way he looked so fragile and beautiful in his sleep.

Last night felt like a dream as if we were living in some enchanting fantasy. We danced slowly under the rain for hours, our bodies swaying to the rhythm of our hearts. Soft kisses were exchanged amidst the gentle patter of raindrops, each one igniting a spark of warmth within us despite the cold water soaking our clothes.

As we finally made our way inside, we realized we had no spare clothes to change into. So here we were, nestled on the bed, our skin pressed together under a blanket.

For the first time in my life, I felt truly seen and accepted, flaws and all. He had a way of making me forget my insecurities, of making me feel beautiful just by being myself. And yesterday, as we danced in the rain, I felt a sense of freedom and confidence that I had never known before. It was all because of him and his love for me.

He was perfect.... a little too perfect.

As I lay there, a sense of doubt crept into my mind. Did I truly deserve him? Did I deserve the love and affection he showered upon me so effortlessly? It was a question that lingered at the back of my mind, triggering my insecurities and threatening to destroy the fragile peace we had found together.

On one hand, I longed to be lost in his love, to rest in the warmth of his embrace and the sweetness of his gestures. But on the other hand, a voice inside me whispered that I wasn't worthy, that I didn't deserve the happiness he offered so freely.

It was a battle I fought within myself, torn between the desire to hold on to him and the fear of losing him if he ever discovered the truth, that beneath the surface, I was flawed and broken, unworthy of his love.

I couldn't help but wonder if he saw through the facade I had carefully constructed, if he knew the depths of my self-doubt and insecurity. Would he still love me if he knew the truth? Or would he turn away? Would he still love me if he ever found out how much I truly hated myself?

Suddenly his eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the sunlight coming through the window. "Good morning, baby," he murmured, his voice soft with sleep. At that moment, all the doubts and questions that had plagued my mind melted away.

Returning his gentle smile, I replied, "Good morning, my prince," my voice barely above a whisper.

"What time is it?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, I replied, "It's almost 9 AM."

He groaned softly, shifting closer to me. "Do we have to get up?" he mumbled, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

"Not if you don't want to," I said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "We can stay here as long as you like."

"Sounds perfect," he murmured as he pulled me even closer, a gasp left my lips as I realised what happened.

I lifted my head to look at him, my voice barely above a whisper, "stop moving," I spoke softly. "Why?" He whispered, his breath warm against my skin, as he pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel his hard member.