Lee Felix

He never knew why he hated his freckles, he just… did. As a kid he’d try to rub them off in the mirror, not liking the way they’d stick to his face as if they were permanent mud stains. He always hoped one day, he’d wake up and finally be rid of them, that he could finally have a clean face, one without those pesky spots all over it.

It didn’t stop once he became an idol, either. Yes, he was praised for his looks, and occasionally his freckles would be left out for others to see, but during most photoshoots and concerts, they’d be covered by expertly applied layers of makeup or editing, and he was grateful for that fact. He didn’t want to be seen with them, he wanted a clean face, one that he would be proud to have on the cover of magazines.

This was how he thought for a long time, how he’d stare into the mirror for much too long, scratching at what he thought of as one of his biggest flaws; misprints, on what should’ve been a clean face.

He never knew why he hated them so much, especially not anymore, not when he was looking out of their balcony, counting the stars with her, yet when he looked over to her, he found her eyes focused on him instead. He was confused for a moment, they were meant to be counting the stars, and yet here she was, staring at his cheeks with a concentrated face.

Felix yelped in surprise as he was pulled close to her, her hand gripping his chin as her eyes studied his face. He let out a content sigh, leaning into her palms as she cupped his face in her hands. He shivered as her thumbs traced his cheek, her lips coming to kiss each one of the freckles that littered them, looking at him as if he were a work of art.

He couldn’t help but melt into her touch, practically purring as she caressed his cheekbones, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. It was then that he realized what she meant when she said staring at him was like looking into a galaxy, so easy to get lost in the stars. She was speaking about the many little stars that littered his face, the ones he tried so desperately to extinguish, but to her, still shone so bright. He looked up at her, eyes shining with adoration as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him and resting his forehead against hers. “I love you.” He murmurs, leaning in and placing a chaste, sweet kiss against her lips. “More than I can put into words.” He mutters, a cheesy smile on his face.

If his cheeks were a galaxy, a constellation of stars, then in his eyes, she was the goddess that had meticulously hung them on his face.