The strangest thing from his point of view, however, was that Hyunjin started kissing him - just like that.

For example, when the silver-haired wanted to get up in the morning - sometimes only very briefly and gently, another time degenerating into a make-out session. However, always only in private.

He wasn't quite sure when it had really started - it just happened one afternoon and another one and another one, then sometimes in the morning, then sometimes in the evening, and at some point, it was just something ordinary - just like this whole thing that's going on.

And Felix thought it was harmless enough for their, well, friendship and part of him even thought it was cute and enjoyed it. Besides he really didn't want it to give it more thought than necessary. Because once he would start overthinking this, there was no stopping.

So the weeks passed by.

And slowly Hyunjin could let go of Jisung as a former relationship. And little by little a good friendship began to develop between them again. It eventually came to the point where Hyunjin asked Jisung if they wanted to meet along with Minho - his now boyfriend. Alone and for the first time without the large group of friends, at which meets Minho had already been a few times.

The next day, Felix came to see him. He had no intention of interrogating the other about the meeting - although he was curious. He just wanted to spend a chilled afternoon with him, after he had gone clubbing with Chan, Changbin, Jeongin, and Sungmin the day before.

So he surprised the blond with freshly bought Sushi and two Iced Americanos, who was visibly delighted, therefore. Because when Felix stumbled into his apartment - literally since the entrance area was cluttered with canvases - Hyunjin was working on a piece of art he seemed to be stuck on.

"Dude, I was starvin' already... this fucking thing is frustrating as hell," the blond mumbled with his mouth full. He had traded his paint-stained dungarees for sweatpants and simply tossed them to the mess of painting utensils on the taped floor, next to the huge painting.

"I see.", Felix laughed as he made his way through the chaos to at least tilt the windows - since they couldn't be opened due to the height of the apartment. Cause the smell of paint was heavy in the air and made the younger a little dizzy.

He sat down with Hyunjin at the kitchen counter and it wasn't long before the older was gushing about the meeting with Jisung and Minho. And Felix listened intently as he leisurely ate his sushi.

"So you'd say that the meeting was actually really enjoyable. Minho seems like a nice guy who makes Jisung happy and you guys are already getting along pretty well. All in all, you think you'll be able to become friends with him and are not opposed to meeting up again," Felix summed up what Hyunjin just had said.

The latter nodded contentedly, slurping out the rest of his Americano. "Mmm."

"That sounds great," the Silver-haired beamed. They had long since finished the sushi and moved to the sofa. The sun was already setting, bathing the apartment in a warm orange hue. Hyunjin had some 80s playlist still playing from painting, when Felix interrupted the cozy atmosphere again with a giggle. "I was going to tell you that before, but you were so into yesterday's story that I couldn't possibly interrupt you."

"What is it?"

Felix leaned forward with a grin, resting one arm on the back of the sofa behind Hyunjin and lightly nudging his nose, left cheek, and right temple. And if the sunlight hadn't been as orange-red as it was at that moment, he could have seen Hyunjin's cheeks turn slightly pink. "You still have dried paint stuck all over there."

When he had washed up earlier, the blond had only paid attention to his arms and hands, but he didn't care about it at the moment. What had priority for him right now was Felix, who in the warm light, with his messy hair, wide grin, sparkling eyes, and thousands of freckles on his cheeks, looked like the most beautiful painting.

With a slight movement, he had pulled the Australian onto his lap and began to kiss him with a smirk. Felix wasn't really surprised anymore and leaned further into the touch - his heart still skipped a beat, letting his blood rush warm through his veins. The kiss was so gentle, slow, and tender - he couldn't help but get lost in the moment.

He buried his fingers in Hyunjin's fluffy hair as the latter's hands gently caressed his back and neck - delicate and innocent, neither of them was out for anything more.

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