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The remnants of a dream cling to Felix. Visuals of wide smiles and sun rays dance behind his eyelids as he begins to wake up. Warm touches and milkshakes. Echoes of laughter get lower in volume the more he awakes.
He cracks one eye open to see how early it is, and turns out the sun wasn’t just a dream. Light floods the room, shining brightest right where his head rests on his pillow.
It is way too early and way too warm to be alive, Felix decides, and he shuts his eye again as he turns away from the brightness and towards—oh.
It wasn’t a dream. It was a memory.
Chan sleeps soundly next to him, Felix’s childhood comforter pooled around their waists.
They’re actually home.
Emotion wells up inside Felix again, and he swallows it down by scooting closer to his hyung.
Chan sleeping is one of his favorite sights. Felix stares while he has the chance, not caring how creepy that may be. He nudges a foot in between Chan’s, wanting closer.
It’s weird not hearing Chan’s signature snores, the surgery his boyfriend had gotten just days prior fixed his snoring. Felix misses it.
Chan stirs a bit at Felix’s shuffling, but opens his eyes completely when Felix presses a thoughtless kiss to his jawline.
“Morning,” Chan rasps, yawning immediately after he says it.
“Morning,” Felix giggles at him, giddiness filling him. They’re home .
They’re home together .
Felix connects their lips without another thought.
Chan makes a surprised noise, but accepts easily. He wraps Felix in his arms, as they kiss slowly, like they have all the time in the world.
They don’t. Too soon they’ll be back in Korea, back to reality. But right now, in Felix’s tiny bed in Australia, at the edge of daybreak and morning— reality can’t touch them.
Time seems to slow down and everything melts away around Felix. All that fills his head is Chris and home .
He gets a little carried away, and before he knows it he’s straddling Chan fully, licking into his mouth with increasing intensity. Chan’s hands rest on the back of his thighs, toying with the hem of his sleep shorts but not quite slipping underneath the fabric like Felix wants. Felix meant to keep the kisses innocent, but now he wants Chan as close as he can be.
Chan breaks the kiss to speak, their foreheads locking together like magnets, “What is it, baby? So needy.”
Felix whimpers, moving his mouth down to Chan’s neck. “Love you, hyung,” Felix mumbles into his skin.
“I love you,” Chan groans before pulling Felix back up to kiss him again.
The air feels charged. Felix is moving eagerly against Chan, whose hands have finally slid where Felix desires. Chan kneads the flesh there, keeping Felix as close as he can.
“ Chris ,” Felix gasps when Chan nips at his neck. Felix’s hands grip Chan’s hair, holding him there while he rocks against him still, “ Ah , hyung-“
Knock, knock, knock .
“Felix, Christopher! Breakfast!”
Chan and Felix freeze at Felix’s mother’s voice, right outside the door.
Felix clears his throat as best as he can, “Coming!” He winces at his voice as well as his choice of words as he calls out to his mom, sounding a little too wrecked for his liking. Chan’s hands are literally still in his pants. He’s mortified.
His mom accepts his response, and he listens for her footsteps to retreat before he breathes.
His eyes find Chan’s, and they look at each other for all of one second before they start laughing.
“Oh my gosh,” Chan says, pulling his hands away finally, “Lix, your face-“
“Shut up,” Felix whines, “I feel like a teenager again, getting walked in on by my mom, what the fuck-“
“That’s what we get for sinning under her roof,” Chan giggles, hugging Felix close to him again.
Felix just groans into his neck as a response.
“Don’t worry, Lixie. One day we’re gonna have our own house here and we can have lazy morning sex every day if we want. No interruptions.”
Felix smiles against Chan’s neck, fond at the idea of living with Chan forever, “Our kids would interrupt us.”
“Nah, they sleep like they’re dead. Don’t even wanna wake up for school.”
“One of our five dogs then. They need to go outside, don’t they?”
“Why five?”
“Why not five?” Felix retorts, lifting his head to raise an eyebrow at his boyfriend.
“Why not six?”
Felix laughs, “You want six dogs?”
“I want everything with you.”
Felix melts. He can tell Chan means every word he says and it makes his heart threaten to beat out of his chest, “What would we name them?”
“There’s six of them so after the members, of course. Minnie, Binnie, Jinnie, Hannie, Minnie, and Innie.”
“Minnie squared?”
“Yeah, like Thing One and Thing Two. But it’s Minnie One and Minnie Two.”
Felix laughs again, so incredibly fond, “I love you.”
Chan beams, “I love you the most. C’mon,” he says, patting Felix’s thigh before helping him to his feet, “We got a home-cooked meal waiting for us.”
“Home,” Felix echoes.
It’s so good to be home.