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"How much of self respect do you lack to ask me to fuck you just to prove a point?"
"You are hot too." He adds like it makes a difference.
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In a world where a writer, Hyunjin struggles with lack of inspiration for his books, so he de...
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As the dawn begins to set in, Felix finds himself sitting on a Parisian Balcony overlooking the heart of the city. He glances at Hyunjin, sleeping peacefully, covered in white sheets and hugging his pillow tightly, then Felix's gaze falls on the sky, with shades of pink, lavender and gold.
Felix slowly reaches for his cigarettes and a lighter on the little coffee table next to him. Puts a piece between his lips and lets the smoke suffocate his lungs. Uh, he smoked too much today, even though the sun is not even up yet.
After checking in the hotel, they talked about whole bunch of nonsense, which was nice. Then Hyunjin fell asleep and around 4am, Felix checked every article about famous Korean writer and his blue haired twink on the internet. Out of all the names, this is what they had to choose to put in the headlines?
As the sun continues to rise, Hyunjin slowly rises on bed, looking at his boyfriend smoking on the balcony and smiling to himself before he approaches him and wraps his hands around Felix's waist, chin on his shoulder, both looking at the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
"You can't help but feel a sense of connection to the countless others who have appreciated this same view throughout the centuries." Hyunjin whispers in a low voice, making Felix smile as he turns around in Hyunjin's arms to face him.
"You have a way with words."
Hyunjin smirks, "of course, I'm a writer."
"Well, what does writer do in the middle of Paris? Do we have plans?" Felix questions, putting his cigarette out on the ash tray as he slowly walks back into room.
"I want to take you to Museum, then dinner, then I don't know, anything?"
"It's 4am, do we have nothing to do before Dinner and Museum?" Felix whines. The need to distract himself from those harsh words on internet hits harder than it ever has.
Felix throws himself on the bed, face down, trying to not show how he's feeling. He never really liked himself, always wondered why Hyunjin did in the first place, and now everyone on the internet was questioning the same thing Felix questioned since the day they met in the bar.
Suddenly, the surface beside him sinks, and he realizes it's Hyunjin's hand right next to him. So he turns around to face him, only to be met with Hyunjin hovering over him, leaning on his hand for balance as the other hand gently caresses Felix's blonde locks.
"Tell me what's up with you." He asks with a reassuring smile, with the one he uses, when he wants you to know that he's there for you no matter what. Felix knows that small smile all too well.
"Nothing." He simply answers.
"You didn't sleep on plane, nor in hotel, smoked more than a package. I think I know you enough to know something's up." Hyunjin softly explains, his fingers traveling down on Felix's freckles. "Your freckles still look like stars."
