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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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Most of the next couple of days were all nice and memorable in their own way. The soft sun against skin as they woke up. Early morning breezes brought in by open windows, the fluffy blankets shielding them from the cold.
Cooking breakfast with his mother while Changbin watched cartoons with his little cousins. Bonding and laughing with the children. Leaving droplets of love around Felix, sparking the wooden floors with fire, with passion.
There were many times they were left alone in the house or out and about around town. But Felix loved it all the same. The flourishing feelings and growing domesticity between him and Changbin. Waking each other up by laying on one another, helping getting their day started by bringing coffee to each other. Or silent words exchanged in the dining room over breakfast.
It wasn't anything outrageous. They weren't in Hawaii at the most grandest resorts. They were in Felix's childhood home with wooden floors soaked with memories. Dents in walls that brought back so many good memories. If you stayed quiet, they'd whisper to you, muddied under the night breeze and crickets.
He wondered if Changbin had heard the mumbled memories? If he felt the memories within the fibers of the sheets and blankets. If he replied with heavy sighs in the morning or his quiet steps against the tiles of the bathroom or wooden floors of the kitchen. Did he mingle with the murmurs of the air around him? Felix could only wonder.
Here wasn't a beautiful town with perfect white homes on a hill overlooking a wondrous sea. Sometimes the road cracked, the rain created dark murky puddles. The grass overthrew some neighborhoods and wild animals roamed the night. Cars drove too fast when it rained, soaking your shoes and Jean's if you were in their line of fire. Sometimes old ladies would scream at you for taking to long in the grocery store.
It was home nonetheless. Even with the not so perfect nature of it. The vestige of his youth and now replaced by his burgeoning adulthood.
However, in a short moment that little playground trip had changed things as well. Brought them closer together. Like open paths in a game, unlocking more endings between them.
The night they came home they both talked more. The silent home full of sleeping people, and the mere whispers shared between them over mugs of hot tea. Words he remember in forgotten order. Yet they impacted him them deeply.
Like flowers growing through the cracks of rock and concrete. Slicing through and sprouting. Bursting with feelings and emotions. They stayed and festered, filling the cracks with more buds and greenery.
Changbin was that flower, sprouting within Felix and bursting at his seams. Raising up through his pores and consuming him. Yet he felt comforted, felt safe. Even as the thorns scraped his flesh and kneaded him like pliant dough.
