☆𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝐾𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠☆

☆𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔☆ (JeongLix)

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Felix and Jeongin had been the couple everyone admired. They seemed to be inseparable, bringing out the best in each other with a love that felt warm, gentle, and steady. But relationships, like all things, ebb and flow. And sometimes, they reach a point that tests everything you thought you knew about love.

One Friday evening, Felix and Jeongin found themselves arguing in a way they hadn't before. It started over a simple disagreement—who would handle the bills that month. What should have been an easy conversation escalated, with each small irritation from the past resurfacing like a tidal wave. Felix was exhausted from his long hours at work, while Jeongin had been carrying the stress of his own burdens in silence, hoping that Felix would notice his efforts without him having to say a word. But Felix hadn't.

"What are you saying, that I don't care?" Felix snapped, his voice edged with frustration and disbelief.

"That's exactly it!" Jeongin's face was flushed with anger, his voice wavering. "It's like you think I don't do enough! Do you know how hard it's been, juggling everything around here without any help?"

Felix's eyes flashed, hurt and frustration building. "So now I'm the problem?"

"You never listen to me!" Jeongin's voice cracked, revealing not just anger but the pain he'd been holding back. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm just...just here, doing things in the background, while you live your life."

In the silence that followed, both of them looked at each other, shocked at what they had said. Jeongin's face softened, but he couldn't bear the tension any longer.

"I...I think we need space, Felix. Just for a while. I need time to think." Jeongin turned, grabbing a small bag from the closet and hastily stuffing it with clothes, his hands trembling.

Felix stood there, frozen, every instinct telling him to reach out, to ask Jeongin to stay. But pride held him back, and he watched in silence as Jeongin walked out of their apartment, the echo of the door closing cutting through the stillness.

Once alone, Felix sank onto the couch, feeling a mix of hurt, regret, and a strange emptiness. Everywhere he looked, he saw reminders of Jeongin. The photos on the wall, the throw blankets they'd chosen together, even the little corner of the room where Jeongin liked to sit with a book in hand. Felix tried to distract himself, throwing himself into his work, convincing himself that they both needed this time. But as the days stretched on, the silence became unbearable. Even the most ordinary things—making coffee, setting the table—felt incomplete without Jeongin by his side.

Meanwhile, Jeongin was staying with a close friend. He had tried to convince himself that the break was necessary, that he needed to take care of himself without relying on Felix. But he, too, felt the aching loneliness. At night, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying the argument in his head, wondering if he'd been wrong to leave. He missed the comforting familiarity of Felix's presence, the quiet moments they'd shared, even the way Felix would hum absentmindedly while cooking.

One evening, nearly a week after the argument, Jeongin found himself staring at his phone, his heart pounding as he scrolled through old photos of him and Felix. He stopped on one from their last trip, where they'd gone hiking, laughing the whole way up the mountain. The memory washed over him, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the cold emptiness he felt now.

At that same moment, Felix, sitting alone in their apartment, picked up his phone and took a deep breath. His fingers hovered over the keys, uncertainty gnawing at him. But finally, he typed a simple message: Can we talk?

Almost instantly, Jeongin replied: Yes. I'll be there in fifteen.

Felix's heart raced as he set down his phone, his mind racing as he waited. He paced the living room, each step filled with both dread and hope. And when he finally heard the soft knock on the door, he froze, taking a moment to steady himself before opening it.

As the door swung open, Felix and Jeongin's eyes met. They stood in silence, taking in each other's faces, each one changed by the absence of the other. Felix swallowed hard, feeling the weight of everything he'd wanted to say for days.

Jeongin's voice was soft, almost hesitant. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Felix replied, his voice thick with emotion. "More than I can put into words. It was like...like something was missing from everything."

They sat together on the couch, their hands unconsciously reaching for each other. The words flowed easily now, all the pain and frustration finding an outlet as they each shared their feelings. Felix apologized for not paying attention, for letting his pride get in the way. And Jeongin admitted that he'd felt alone, unable to express how much he needed Felix to see him, to acknowledge the weight he'd been carrying.

For hours, they talked, leaning closer as they mended the quiet fractures in their relationship. The raw honesty, the vulnerability—it brought them even closer, reminding them of the strength of their bond.

Eventually, as the night deepened, Jeongin looked at Felix with a small, tender smile. "Promise me, Felix. Promise that no matter how hard things get, we'll work through it together."

Felix leaned forward, gently brushing a hand across Jeongin's cheek. "I promise. I don't want to ever feel like this again—like I might lose you. You're my home, Jeongin."

In the days that followed, they rekindled their connection with a newfound depth. They began to cherish even the small, everyday moments, finding joy in the simple routines of their life together. Felix started leaving little notes for Jeongin around the apartment, tiny reminders of his love. Jeongin, in turn, planned cozy evenings, bringing them both back to the warmth and comfort of each other's company.

One evening, as they lay wrapped in each other's arms, Jeongin looked up at Felix with a content smile. "I don't think I've ever felt happier, Felix."

Felix held him closer, his heart full. "Me too. I know we're stronger for having gone through this. And I'd go through it all over again if it means keeping you."

And with that, they both knew that no matter what life threw at them, they had found something unbreakable. A love that had weathered the storm, emerging even brighter on the other side.

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The End.

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