Fics like mon amie la rose

Hyunjin swallowed hard before he spoke again, voice barely more than a whisper—breathless, soft, but trembling with neediness, “I think about you all the time” Hyunjin murmured, like he was afraid to even admit it, “Even when I shouldn’t. Even when I know it’s wrong”. Felix didn’t respond, but his breath hitched and Hyunjin felt it, the small tremor in his body where their shoulders were touching. His nose brushed Felix’s neck again, this time gently, like he was grounding himself, “You drive me fucking crazy, Felix” he said, quieter now, “With that- God… with how soft you look. The way you walk around like you don’t know what you’re doing to me”. or rather: a messy, chaotic fairytale figuring the cunty, pregnant editorial director of the most famous fashion magazine in Paris and his idiot, fuckboy-looking new stagista who's head over heels for him.

Fics like mon amie la rose

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