Lee Felix

☃️🎄 Title: "Under the Mistletoe" Felix always thought Christmas felt a little bit like hope—sparkling lights on frosted windows, the quiet hush of snow, the familiar warmth of friends who knew you best. For as long as he could remember, Y/N had been by his side: from elementary school fundraisers to midnight sled races, from cocoa-fueled sleepovers to every inside joke that lingered between them. He told himself he liked it that way—just friends, nothing more. But somewhere between seventh-grade snowball fights and this year’s last-minute Christmas party, Felix's feelings shifted. He caught himself watching her laugh with someone else and felt something sharp in his chest. He remembered every time their hands brushed in the dark, every time he almost told her how he felt, but never quite did. The party was a blur of ugly sweaters, mismatched socks, off-key carols, a kitchen overflowing with cookies, and a room crowded with people he and Y/N had known for years. He was content to fade into the noise—until, suddenly, he wasn’t. It all happened too quickly: He and Y/N stepped into the kitchen at the same time, both reaching for the last candy cane. Their friends’ voices rose in a chorus of teasing cheers. “Under the mistletoe!” someone shouted. Felix looked up, heart in his throat, and saw the green sprig dangling above them, red ribbon trailing. Y/N blinked, cheeks pink, caught between laughter and something else. The room spun. It was just the two of them, the world narrowed to their own heartbeats and a tradition that felt like a dare. Felix realized he was out of excuses. The question was, did Christmas still mean hope when everything you wanted was standing right in front of you?