You and Felix were curled up on the couch, the warm glow of the lamp spilling gold over his freckles. In a few days, he’d be flying back to Seoul for a busy week, and the thought of him being so far away made you restless and clingy. You kept stealing glances at him, memorizing his face—the soft curve of his smile, the shadows cast by his lashes, and the faint scent of his cologne that felt like home.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Felix murmured, voice low and teasing, though sadness glimmered in his eyes. “You’re making it harder for me to leave.”

You shifted closer, pressing your cheek to his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. “Then don’t leave.” You whispered, half-joking, half-serious.

He let out a soft chuckle, fingers threading through your hair “If it were up to me, I’d stay right here forever.”