Minho had just returned from the usual practice, and taking off his shoes and socks, he went to shower. Washing up, he soon cleaned himself up and changed into his pajamas, and sat on his and Yiren's shared bed. He turned on the television in hopes of killing his boredom, but seeing nothing interesting, he turned it off with a sigh.

He knew that Yiren was probably in flight at the moment, returning home to him, and he couldn't be more exhilarated. However, she wasn't home yet, and he was fighting the urge to video call her again. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to answer and that she would be tired as heck, to begin with, he resisted his overgrowing urge to call her. 

That was when his doorbell rang. 

He was startled; Yiren still had a few hours to land, right? 

But as soon as he stepped closer to the main door and opened it, he was met with a familiar squeal and two arms wrapping around his form, and he knew who it was. 

"I'M HOME!" Yiren squealed, and he hugged her back tightly, "Welcome home, Yirenie." 

The two stood in that stance for about a minute, until he realized that she was perhaps tired. So he broke the hug and carried her luggage inside, saying, "You can freshen up. Did you have dinner?" 

"The airplane food wasn't that good, but I did," she smiled, and then yawned. 

Minho chuckled, "Want me to cook you up something, sleepyhead?"

"Nah, I'm..." she yawned again, "...Good." 

Having wheeled in her luggage, he shut the door and then turned to her, and she instantly leaned into his arms, sleepily muttering, "I missed you so much, Min." 

He loved how he didn't even have to call her in for this embrace, "I missed you, too." 

"And the video calls were so not enough..." she was definitely tired, judging by her voice and the pace. 

"I know," Minho spoke, and then scooped her up in his arms, whispering, "Now let's get you to sleep." 

"Getting the princess feeling right now," she lazily chuckled, not even protesting against the sudden manhandling -- the gentlest form of it that there was. 

He carefully placed her on the bed, and covered her with a sheet. Then he walked over to his side of the bed and laid down, getting into the sheets along with her. Yiren, who was already half-asleep, wiggled closer to him and wrapped an arm and a leg around him, just like she always did, and he wrapped his arm around her petite figure to pull her to his chest.

And just like that, he knew that she was home. 

---

And just like that, he knew she was home. 

After all, how wouldn't he? Felix knew that as soon as Amy got home from the library, she would malfunction at the sight of him having gotten out of the shower, with only sweatpants on, his hair still dripping, and his freckles -- which she loved -- on display. 

Felix loved knowing that he had such power over her. He hadn't expected any of this to have happened, though; especially knowing that she was his crush for the majority of his life. 

Amy and him were in the same grade in school, back in Australia, and she was the one who always gave him the notes of the classwork whenever he went to practice singing or for sports. He had been crushing on her since they were 11 years of age, and when he went to South Korea, all that feeling washed off. 

Or so he thought -- because when Amy landed in Seoul four years ago, for higher studies, and he accidentally saw her while he was sneaking out with Hyunjin and Jisung for a trip to the supermarket, he knew that he was down bad. 

She instantly recognized him; not because of the fame, but because: "Hey, Felix, right...? You were the one who always took my notes! How're you doing?" 

Hyunjin and Jisung had then given him the side-eyed look, and Felix had pulled Amy into a deserted aisle to talk to her, and once she had gotten to know that he had become a K-pop idol, her eyes had gone wide and her mouth agape. 

"You're telling me that you're an idol now?" 

"Yeah!" 

"...I need a moment!" 

He had looked at her hands and had felt the absolute urge to grab them, but he controlled himself... until she herself grabbed his in excitement and jumped in the middle of an aisle, lowly squealing, "FELIX! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" 

And looking at their intertwined fingers, he was again a middle school kid in love... 

...Except, this time, he got her to be his; of course, with the course of time. 

And now, as she gaped at his bare torso like she did every time, he shyly chuckled, giggling, "This isn't your first time looking at me like this!" 

"Yeah, but..." she trailed off, and gently ran her fingers across his abs, making him laugh, "That tickles! Stop!" 

Amy laughed, "That's what you get for being such a meal, Lee Felix." 

(a/n: I have college today, and I really don't wanna gooooooo >:( 

But yeah! I think I'll write some more before I go hehe 

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