#hehe >:) I know I'm just building up to it since Felix is terrible at this stuff

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첫눈 (the first snow) | lee felix

lee felix x female reader

genres: romance, fluff

warnings: none

this was requested by @vickyxmelonlove thank you so much for requesting this! I'm sorry that it took so long to write this and that it’s so short, but still i hope you like it :) and merry christmas everyone!! this is kind of like a christmas special hehe

foreword;

“Do you believe in it? That if you’re out in the first snow with someone you’ll find true love with that person?”

“No, it’s just plain superstition that your kdramas exploit to make money.”

Felix Lee had never been a believer in superstition.

Certainly not Korean superstition. There was one in particular, your favourite one, that he scoffed at on countless occasions whenever you told him about it— that if you’re out in the first snow with someone you’re romantically interested in, true love will blossom between you two.

Having been born and bred in Australia, it both fascinated and cracked him up that such superstitious beliefs existed. It cracked him up even further when he found out that you, an 18-year-old teenage girl only a few months younger than him, actually believed in those superstitions. He thought people his age tended to be cynical and challenge such old-fashioned notions.

That was until he met you.

He remembers the first time he met you. He had just moved to Korea, because his parents had suddenly woken up one day feeling like they needed to get back in touch with their roots, and they figured it would do him good to mingle around his Korean family more so he’d feel more connected to his Korean heritage or whatever. He was still feeling bitter about it; he missed his friends in Australia, he didn’t like Korean food, and he hated his Korean name. His relatives insisted on calling him Yongbok even though he introduced himself as Felix— apparently his English name was too exotic, too strange on the tongue to his aunts and uncles whom he never even knew existed. He had been at home while the rest of his family was out doing more visiting, feeling miserable and homesick.

The doorbell rang and he reluctantly got up, dragging himself to the door before yanking it open. He was about to say a quick ‘hi and no thank you’ in case the person were a salesman but instead it was you, a girl around his own age, your hair in pigtails, shirt so long it reached your knees.

You smiled at the handsome boy in front of you and stretched out your hand for a handshake.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. My parents heard that you guys just moved in and they asked me to invite your family over for dinner tonight.”

It was as simple as that, a mere neighborly gesture, and then you two became inseparable.  

You were the first friend he made in Korea. Since you two lived right next to each other, hangouts were as simple as Netflix and popcorn, and occasionally you forced him to watch Kdramas with you despite his vehement protests. You helped him with Korean, kept him up to date on all the latest trends and hottest hangout spots in Korea, took him out on tours of the city, and he told you stories about life in Australia.

You had been friends for three years now, and though you both would never admit it, you both knew you were best friends. You told each other your dreams, your fears, your complexes, things you never thought you’d tell a soul or even speak aloud. It’s strange how this boy who just moved from Australia could understand you better than your other friends whom you grew up with since you were in diapers.

And it was obvious how much you mattered to him; you were the first friend he made in Korea, the one who made him finally feel at home in this country. The one who extended a hand of friendship and made him feel welcome and accepted as a foreigner. Because of you, Felix stopped wishing every day that he could go back to Australia; he was content to make Korea his home, as long as you were with him.

One night, you two were seated on the couch in Felix’s apartment, his family having gone to Busan to visit some relatives. You were watching Goblin with him, a drama that never failed to make your heart melt, and never failed to make him fall asleep within the first episode.

“You idiot— wake up, it’s the scene of the first snow!”

Felix, having watched this drama with you so many times he could practically recite their lines, groans. You always get excited whenever this scene came up, where the male and female lead would kiss under the falling first snow, but he could never comprehend your excitement over such a cheesy scene.

“Great. Thanks for waking me up from a perfectly nice nap just for this,” he complains, but he lays his head on your lap, props his feet up and decides to keep his eyes open just for your sake. He knows how much you love this scene, and he knows you love it even more when he watches it with you.

“It’s so beautiful,” you murmur, hands unconsciously wandering to Felix’s curly locks, playing with them and smoothing out tangles. Felix hums in contentment.

“Do you believe in it? That if you’re out in the first snow with someone you’ll find true love with that person?”

“No, it’s just plain superstition that your kdramas exploit to make money.”

“Shut up, Yongbok,” you say, knowing that he hates it when you call him by his Korean name, and reaches up to pinch your cheek in mock annoyance.

“I want a confession like that,” you moan, pointing sulkily at the television. Felix rolls his eyes, waiting for you to launch into your customary lamentation about being forever alone and remaining old spinster your whole life, but then you suddenly grow oddly quiet. When he looks up, he realizes that you’re not even watching the show anymore. Instead, your gaze is drawn to outside the window, a faraway look in your eyes.

“What’re you looking at?”

“Just, you know.” You sigh, unsure of how to start.

“C’mon, tell me what’s wrong,” Felix says, sitting up attentively and turning your face towards him. The troubled look in your eyes worries him.

“It sounds so stupid, but… I want to fall in love.”

“You want to what?”

“I want to know what it feels like to love someone. I want to build snowmen and have snowball fights and watch the first snow with someone I love. And… I’ve confessed several times to serious crushes that I’ve had, but I get rejected every time. I don’t even know why— am I really that unattractive?” You laugh, trying to play it off as a silly joke, but then Felix detects the underlying seriousness in your voice and he knows that you’re not really joking. And this is the first time you’re talking to him about your love life, which intrigues him because you’ve always kept quiet about it.

A part of him feels a little upset that you wanted to fall in love with someone else— wasn’t he enough for you? Then again, he didn’t even begin to hope that you would view him in a romantic light. You saw him as a friend and nothing else.

“You’re not unattractive. Y-You’re really pretty,” Felix stammers, praying that you wouldn’t notice the redness searing across his cheekbones.

“Maybe it’s my personality then,” you sigh, completely missing the hint.

“What? No! You’re amazing, Y/N. If no one wants you I’ll keep you all for myself, so don’t even worry about being left on the shelf,” he says, joking, but also not really.

You pout and look away from Felix, unable to hide your gloominess.

“But come on, why didn’t you ever tell me about this?” Felix asks, a little hurt that you never confided in him earlier.

“I don’t know… it just seemed so stupid. Like I’m desperate for a boyfriend. But I just want to know what love feels like.”

Felix can’t bear seeing you so upset. He pulls you into a big bear hug, caressing your hair gently.

“You’ll find love soon, I promise.”

—

y/n: felix

y/n: LEE YONGBOK

Felix: WHAT

y/n: i have a crush and i think he likes me too

y/n: i’m gonna confess tmrw i think it’s finally gonna work out well omggg wish me luck!!

Felix: if he rejects you he’s blind don’t worry babygirl

Felix: but

Felix: (deleted message)

y/n: BUT WHAT

Felix: nothing atb!!

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But I can’t say that I’ll be happy if you do get a boyfriend.|

—

Felix is going sick with worry.

You haven’t answered any of his calls or texts in the last 24 hours, and when he tries ringing your apartment no one answers.

He wonders if this has something to do with you confessing to your crush. What if you did get rejected? His heart plummets with panic at the thought.

Though he couldn’t imagine why on earth anyone would reject you. You were cute, hilarious, caring, and a great person overall. And if he had the guts to confess to you earlier, he suddenly thinks, his heart sinking with self-reproach, then maybe you would have been happier.

He takes to the streets to find you, feeling personally responsible for you. He had to make sure you were okay no matter what.

It’s a terribly cold day, and the wind is harsh and biting, slapping at his cheeks uncomfortably. With his hands in the pockets of his topcoat, he walks briskly on the sidewalk, keeping his eyes peeled for you. He remembers the weather reports forewarning that the first snow would fall any day now. He thinks that today would be a terrible day for that to happen, with you missing.

Just as he’s about to turn into the street where your favorite cafe was, hoping to find you there, he sees a lone hooded figure walking towards his direction from a dark alley. He recognizes your cartoon tote bag hanging from your arm and he calls out to you immediately.

“Y/N!”

You look up and he immediately runs over to you, and without thinking twice, crushes you to him in a tight embrace. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your honey-and-milk shampoo that always reminded him of caramel popcorn.

“Hey, where the heck did you go? Do you know how worried I was?”

That’s when he pulls away and notices that your eyes are red-rimmed, traces of wetness around the lids.

“Did it not go well?” He sighs, before removing his scarf and wrapping it around your neck, securing it tightly before proceeding to take your hands in his.

“It’s just as well,” he mutters unthinkingly. Then his words dawn on him and when he sees the expression of shock on your face, he recoils. “N-No, I didn’t mean it that way! Shit, I’m so sorry—,”

“Felix,” you say, your voice a mere whisper, “look.”

Felix looks upwards, following the direction of your gaze.

Petals of soft, white snow drift downwards in alluring spiral-like motions, twirling gracefully through the air, flirting coquettishly with the wind, before finally coming to rest on your upturned palms and forming white specks in your hair.

“The first snow,” you whisper in awe, enchanted by the sight.

Through the falling snow, you sneak a gaze at Felix. He looks absolutely ethereal, with the snow falling around him and creating soft white flecks in his bright copper hair. His eyes twinkle with a certain unidentifiable emotion that you can’t quite put your finger on, and the way he smiles at the sight around him makes your heart melt. How had you never noticed how good-looking Felix was before?

And as you stare at him amidst the falling first snow around you, it suddenly hits you. It hits you, clear as day, bright as the sun. The one you’d been looking for this whole time, the one you’d been destined to find true love with, has been right by your side this whole time.

“I-I have something to tell you,” Felix suddenly says, interrupting you from your hazy daze of swirling thoughts.

“Maybe this is a sign,” he says, gesturing to the falling snow around him, “maybe… we were destined to be true lovers. I love you, Y/N, and I have for a long time now.”

You’re too stunned to speak.

Finally, you manage to choke out a, “I-I thought you didn’t believe in superstition.”

“I don’t believe in superstition, but I believe in us,” Felix says, before instantly turning red. “God, that was so cheesy, what the heck was I—,”

And that’s when something in your heart clicks, shattering all your inhibitions, your fears of never being able to fall in love, and you step forward and press your lips against his, tangling your hands in his hair.

It takes him less than a second to respond, and soon he’s kissing you back, lips moving tenderly against yours, his hands roaming your back, fuelled by a desire to be as close to you as possible.

It feels like absolute magic, and you feel a flurry of fireworks explode in your heart, giddy elation and sheer euphoria coursing through your veins.

You feel him smile through the kiss and you smile too, finally pulling away from him and letting him rest his forehead on yours as he wraps his arms around you tightly, hugging you close to him.

“Thank you,” you breathe, as the chilly embrace of the fluffy snow wraps around you both, “for making my dream come true.”

“Maybe it’s time to start believing in superstitions after all. Or maybe I’m just psychic. I did tell you that you’d find love soon,” Felix says, and you both laugh, your laughter like the melodic sound of tinkling windchimes in the cold wind. 

So this, you think to yourself, this is what love feels like.

a/n; i actually had the privilege to be able to witness the first snow in korea this year, and it was really beautiful <3 snow was falling one morning when i woke up and it was so thick that apparently it set a new record or something;; it was a really special experience for me ^^ but walking around the slippery, icy ground in sneakers was NOT fun lmao