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They're complete opposites, that doesn't mean they can't fall in love. Plus, Changbin isn't as intimidating as he looks, so it's no surprise when Felix falls head over heels.
Countryside Felix x Cityboy Changbin
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Felix was blessed to live the life he had.
His parents were happily married, college lovers who had both amazing jobs they both loved. He had two older sisters that were happy and living comfortably back at home, next door to the same home he grew up in with them.
He was a proud countryside boy. Growing up in a small town where everyone dressed in loose shirts and random graphic tees. They wore cheap flip flops and swam under bridges where rivers lied during the summer. There were no local beaches or lakes around, only available if you were ready to drive out for hours to get to it and hours back after.
Local restaurants were all family owned, remembering every order for almost everyone. A place where no one locked their doors. It was that type of neighborhood.
Felix knew the store clerks, family dogs and extended family of people he wasn't even friends with. Just people he grew up around and parents he had talked to. It was the kind of town where you walked home barefoot on the warm streets. The lingering sun soaked into the asphalt, wearing you friend's hoodie that smelled like them, like home.
He knew the back roads like the back of his hand. Each house he looked at he had shared memories in, the passing red home with white embellishments of one whispered of a day he sat outside on its porch on the hammock. He smiled even now at the memory, of the darkening sky and the rough fabric against his sun-kissed skin.
It was a place you could never get lost in.
Felix's childhood was a large yet limited space, like an over cluttered closet you never reorganized. You only got familiar with its shapes and size, knew how to work around it. That was his home in a way, like a realm, with narrow halls and limited halls yet familiar in every way. His parents and siblings, love and strictness, model behavior, the childhood neighborhood which made up one realm.
It wasn't until he moved into a more urban area that he understood what it was like to see tall buildings. No fields of grass for miles, no one he knew. The streets were cold and the buildings never whispered to him, they yelled and screamed silently. Taunting him, reminding him that this isn't he really fit in or belonged.
Such feelings, words and descriptions matched those of Hermann Hesse, which he could relate to the most when he moved. The tale of the two realms of day and night. It was like he lived within the pages of his works, like he was a part of that story. He knew of the other realm; he knew of the city and what it contained.
Though, when he moved to the city fresh out of high school, big dreams laced his every action. He wasn't really ready.
It was a giant slap to the face of reality. Like his cluttered closet had tumbled over in front of him and he was left to clean up the mess he created. Ignorance was bliss, to never have to think about the subway trains or the abundance of taxis.
