Unbound Lust || hyunlix story

by sankopay

Summary:

In a lively club called Inferno, Hyunjin, leader of The Crows mafia, and Felix, a confident music student, clash as their worlds collide. Hyunjin, used to control, is intrigued by Felix's charm and boldness, while Felix finds himself drawn to Hyunjin's power. As they engage in a dance of dominance and desire, they uncover secrets and vulnerabilities. The intense game of attraction and power between them in the club Inferno leads to a story of passion, exploration, and self-discovery that pushes them to their limits.

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Notice: contains smut, mature content, violence, twisted psychological dilemmas, mental health issues, etc., so reader discretion is advised (whether you don't like any of the themes, or hyunlix in general!)
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cross posted on wattpad by the same name on oct 2024 and is still ongoing!

Chapter 1: Collision in the Night

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The bass pulsed through the walls of the bar, rattling glasses and reverberating off the dimly lit space. It wasn't just any night at Thermo, the underground gay bar hidden deep within the heart of the city—it was a night where shadows mingled with secrets, and the most unexpected encounters brewed like storms on the horizon.

 

Hyunjin sat at the back of the bar, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his black fedora, the sleek line of his coat framing his body as he leaned against the booth. His presence commanded attention, though he was far from the neon-lit dance floor. If anyone dared to look his way, they might catch the sharp glint in his eye—a cold, calculating gaze that reflected years of navigating the underworld's darkest alleys. But no one here knew what he was doing. Not yet.

 

He was the head of The Crows, the highest rank of the most dangerous mafia syndicate in the city. His task tonight was simple: find the informant, get the intel, and disappear back into the shadows. No one was supposed to notice him. It was just another mission.

 

But nothing about tonight would go as planned.

 

The door to the bar swung open with a loud creak, the dim light from outside briefly illuminating the figure stumbling inside. The crowd barely noticed—except for Hyunjin, whose sharp eyes flicked up the moment he heard the commotion. The man who entered looked out of place, his tousled hair a golden halo under the bar's flickering lights. His leather jacket clung to his lean form, and the confident strut in his walk was marred only by the slight sway in his step, an obvious sign that he had been drinking.

 

Felix wasn't supposed to be here. In fact, he had no idea where "here" was. After an insane night of bar-hopping with his friends, they had decided to ditch him, leaving him drunk, irritated, and on autopilot as he wandered the streets. The last thing he remembered was finding the flashing neon sign of Thermo and walking in, thinking it was just another place to crash.

 

He weaved his way through the crowd, eyes scanning the room, though his vision was a little hazy. The thumping beat was like a second pulse in his head, but Felix wasn't the kind of guy who let anything faze him. He was stubborn, headstrong—a dominant force even when he was out of his element. He shoved his way to the bar, completely unaware of the pair of eyes tracking his every move.

 

Hyunjin's gaze narrowed. The newcomer wasn't part of the deal. His contact should have been here by now, but the golden-haired man at the bar caught his attention. Hyunjin didn't like unexpected surprises, and this one seemed to have walked right into his line of fire.

 

Felix finally slumped onto a barstool, ordering a drink with a flick of his wrist. His voice was a deep rasp, roughened by the alcohol but still holding a commanding presence. The bartender gave him a cautious look before setting down a glass of whiskey.

 

"Rough night?" came a low voice from behind him.

 

Felix tensed slightly, feeling the proximity of someone too close for comfort. He turned slowly on the stool, his vision clearing just enough to make out the man standing in the shadows. Black coat, dark hat, a sharp jawline that looked like it could cut through steel. Dangerous, Felix thought. This guy didn't belong here either, but not for the same reason Felix didn't.

 

"Who's asking?" Felix replied, his tone challenging as he set his glass down.

 

Hyunjin smirked. Felix's attitude amused him, a flicker of something interesting in an otherwise boring night. "Just a guy making conversation," he said, though his eyes betrayed something deeper.

 

Felix raised an eyebrow, his confidence slowly returning despite the alcohol still buzzing in his veins. "I don't do conversation," he shot back, leaning slightly forward. "I do what I want. Got a problem with that?"

 

Hyunjin's eyes flickered with amusement, but something darker simmered beneath the surface. He wasn't the type to back down from a challenge, especially from someone like Felix, who clearly didn't know who he was dealing with. "You've got fire. I'll give you that."

 

Felix's lips curled into a grin, but it wasn't a friendly one. "And you've got... what? A fedora and an attitude? Doesn't exactly scream 'threat.'"

 

Hyunjin stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Careful, kitten. You're playing in the dark without knowing the rules."

 

Felix's smile faltered for a fraction of a second. Kitten? Who did this guy think he was? But before Felix could respond, the air between them thickened with tension—dangerous, electric, and undeniable.

 

The night had just taken an unexpected turn for both of them, and neither realized that this one encounter would unravel their worlds in ways neither had anticipated.

 

As the crowd surged around them, unaware of the charged atmosphere at the bar, Hyunjin's phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced down briefly, his expression hardening as he read the message from his contact. The informant was near, but so was something—or someone—else that had just thrown his mission off course.

 

Felix, too stubborn and too proud to back down, held his ground, despite the uneasy feeling curling in his gut. He wasn't sure what was happening, but one thing was clear—this wasn't going to be a normal night.

 

Hyunjin looked up, his gaze locking with Felix's one last time before slipping back into the crowd. Felix watched him go, his heart racing for reasons he couldn't explain.

 

And just like that, their paths were set on a collision course—one where dominance, power, and unexpected desire would clash in ways neither of them had imagined.

 

The club's name wasn't "Thermo"—too tame for a place like this. It was Inferno.

 

Felix had figured that out when his blurry vision cleared enough to read the sign: burning neon red letters with flames licking the edges, bold and unapologetic. It suited the place—dark, hot, and pulsing with raw energy.

 

He could feel eyes on him. Or maybe just one pair. Felix leaned on the bar, swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand, pretending not to notice, but it was hard to shake the sensation. It wasn't until he felt the subtle shift of air behind him that he knew for sure.

 

"Kitten," the voice purred.

 

Felix clenched his jaw, the nickname sending a shiver down his spine despite every rational part of him screaming that he should hate it. It wasn't like he ever let anyone call him that. Ever. But something about the deep, sultry tone Hyunjin used wrapped around his pride and squeezed it tight. His first instinct was to snap back, but for a split second—just a split second—he liked it. And that pissed him off.

 

Without turning, Felix smirked. "Don't call me that. I bite."

 

Hyunjin's breath hitched slightly, just enough for Felix to catch it in the heavy air. For a second, Felix felt that tiny thrill of dominance. His chest swelled with satisfaction. He didn't know this guy's deal, but he liked how he could get under his skin. It was fun, almost intoxicating. Felix liked attention from people who thought they could play with him, liked how they tried to unravel him just to end up twisted in their own threads.

 

Hyunjin, though? He wasn't like the others. There was something about him—like he was a storm Felix couldn't predict. He made Felix's blood heat up, and not in a way Felix was used to. It made him itch for control. Or maybe... he liked the way Hyunjin tried to take it.

 

Felix turned to face him, his golden eyes narrowing playfully as he tilted his head. "Got a real name? Or are you sticking with bad pet names?"

 

Hyunjin's lips twitched into a half-smirk, but something cold glinted behind his gaze. Felix could see it—the way he held himself, so self-assured, yet the effort he put into maintaining control was palpable. It was like a game of tug-of-war, except both of them were tugging at the same invisible line between them. Hyunjin looked at Felix like he was a puzzle he wanted to solve but also a prize he wasn't ready to admit he wanted.

 

"I'm not here for conversation," Hyunjin said, voice low and almost threatening. "But for you... I'll make an exception."

 

Felix snorted, unbothered. "Flattery? Didn't peg you for the type."

 

"I'm not," Hyunjin replied, stepping just close enough that Felix could feel the warmth of his presence, though he still kept his distance. "You're just... unusual."

 

Felix raised an eyebrow. His heartbeat quickened, and the air between them thickened like the tension of a taut wire ready to snap. "Unusual? Or irresistible?"

 

Before Hyunjin could answer, Felix's phone buzzed in his pocket, snapping him back to reality. His friends were long gone, and honestly, he should have been too. What was he still doing here? Engaging in some back-and-forth with a guy who clearly had too many secrets?

 

Felix grinned, but this time it was softer, more calculated. "As much fun as this is, I've got places to be."

 

Hyunjin's smirk dropped just slightly. Was it disappointment? Curiosity? Felix couldn't tell, but whatever it was, it made him feel like he had some power here. Maybe that was why he found himself wanting to stick around, even when every logical part of his brain screamed at him to leave.

 

Still, Felix pushed back from the bar, tossing a glance over his shoulder. "Catch you later, pretty boy."

 

Hyunjin's eyes darkened. Pretty boy. That was a low blow, and Felix knew it. But he didn't care. He liked riling people up, especially people who pretended to be untouchable.

 

As Felix wove through the crowd, trying to shake off the strange encounter, he found himself bumping into someone dancing near the floor. The collision was jarring—body to body, heat against heat, but Felix quickly apologized, moving past with a hasty shrug. His mind wasn't in the dance anymore. Not after Hyunjin.

 

The moment replayed over and over in his head as he stumbled out of Inferno, the cool night air hitting him like a splash of water. What was it about that guy that stuck with him? The nickname? The gaze that felt like it was stripping him bare? Felix clenched his fists, annoyed at himself.

 

It was nothing, he told himself. Just a random guy. A random gay bar.

 

But that low growl of "kitten" echoed in his head like a dark temptation he didn't want to admit he liked.

 

The night streets blurred as Felix wobbled his way home, the remnants of alcohol still buzzing in his veins. He finally collapsed into bed, but his mind refused to settle. It wasn't until hours later that he passed out, and even then, the dreams weren't free of Hyunjin's shadow.

 

Felix's POV (morning after)

 

Felix groaned, his head throbbing as the sunlight slanted through the blinds. He buried his face in his pillow, willing the hangover to disappear, but the ache wasn't just in his head. It was in his gut too—the weird, restless feeling he couldn't shake.

 

He lay there for a while, processing the night. His friends had ditched him. Typical. He'd ended up at some underground bar—Inferno, wasn't it?—and...

 

His breath hitched as the memory slid back into place: the mysterious guy in the hat, his deep voice, and that damn nickname. Felix sat up abruptly, rubbing his face with both hands. "Shit."

 

Why the hell was that encounter messing with him so much? He could barely remember what else happened that night, but he remembered him. Felix's fingers tightened around the bedsheet as he cursed under his breath. He didn't even know Hyunjin's name. Didn't know anything about him except that he had an aura Felix couldn't shake off.

 

It wasn't like him to get hung up on strangers, especially not cocky, dominant types who thought they could boss him around. And yet... kitten. Why did that word keep rattling around his brain?

 

He grabbed his phone and dialed one of his friends from last night. The line rang a few times before they picked up.

 

"Dude, you alive?" came the groggy voice on the other end.

 

"Barely," Felix muttered, wincing at the sound of his own voice. "What happened last night?"

 

"You got wasted. We lost you after the third bar. Did you get home okay?"

 

"Yeah. Fine," Felix replied, though his mind was elsewhere. The memories of last night were fragmented, but one thing was clear: he couldn't get that encounter out of his head. Felix stared at the ceiling, knowing what he had to do.

 

Something was pulling him back to Inferno, and tonight? He wasn't going to fight it.

 

Hyunjin's POV (morning after)

 

Hyunjin sat at the polished mahogany desk, his dark eyes scanning the pile of reports in front of him, fingers tapping lightly against the cool wood. Morning sunlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting striped shadows across his office. The air was thick with the scent of dark, bitter coffee—his usual morning ritual. He took a slow sip, the liquid burning slightly as it slid down his throat, grounding him in the familiar bitterness. His mind, though, wandered back to last night.

 

Pretty boy. The words echoed in his thoughts, and despite his best efforts, a smirk crept onto his lips. Felix's voice had been teasing, sharp, almost a challenge. Hyunjin couldn't stop replaying the moment in his head, the way Felix had tossed the insult like a grenade, waiting for it to explode. And it had. Not outwardly, of course. Hyunjin never let anyone see when they got to him. But internally? It had sparked something.

 

"Pretty boy, huh?" he muttered to himself, swirling the last bit of coffee in his mug. "Let's see about that."

 

Hyunjin was never one to let his guard down, especially not in a place like Inferno, surrounded by unpredictable people. He hadn't been drunk, not even close, but something about Felix—the sass, the boldness—had slipped past his defenses in a way that unsettled him. Not that he'd show it. No, Hyunjin was always in control. Always. But the memory of Felix's eyes, the way they had flashed with challenge, stuck with him. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment, wondering why he even cared. Felix was just another stranger. Just a kid who thought he could play a game he didn't understand.

 

But there was something else. That fleeting moment when Hyunjin had called him "kitten"—he'd seen the way Felix reacted. The way his posture had stiffened, his lips parting as if to snap back but stopping just short. Like he wanted to hate it but couldn't. And that had made Hyunjin curious. What would it take to unravel Felix completely? To make him stop fighting and admit he liked the attention?

 

Hyunjin's phone buzzed, dragging him out of his thoughts. He exhaled sharply, setting the empty coffee mug down with a soft clink. Work called. His routine pulled him back, away from the lingering thoughts of last night. It was time to focus. He slipped back into his usual rhythm—contacts, meetings, negotiations, all wrapped in the heavy weight of the underworld. The mafia didn't wait for distractions. There were deals to be made, orders to be given. His position as The Crows wasn't one he could afford to take lightly. Everyone relied on him to maintain control, to exude the dominance and precision the syndicate demanded.

 

His day was a blur of careful decisions. Meetings with informants, checking on the financial operations, making sure the right palms were greased. He moved through it all with the same cold efficiency he always did, never letting his attention waver. But every so often, between the sharp commands and silent, calculating stares, the memory of Felix would surface. The challenge in his voice. The way Hyunjin had felt an unexpected thrill from the verbal sparring, from the subtle tension that had coiled between them like a live wire. And it pissed him off. He didn't have time for this. Yet here he was, letting some random guy slip under his skin.

 

His smirk returned as he remembered Felix's parting shot. "Pretty boy..." He shook his head, amused at the audacity. If Felix thought he could push Hyunjin like that, he had another thing coming.

 

Felix lay on his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, blocking out the afternoon sun. His head had finally stopped throbbing, but the unease in his chest remained. Why couldn't he shake last night from his mind? He'd met plenty of cocky guys in his time—guys who thought they could intimidate or dominate him. But Hyunjin... something about him was different. Felix had spent all morning convincing himself he didn't care, that Hyunjin was just another face in the crowd, just another guy who thought he could win Felix over with his mysterious act.

 

But kitten. That word. The way Hyunjin had said it, low and dangerous, as if he knew exactly how it would hit. Felix had hated it. Or at least, he should have. Yet, it had wormed its way into his brain, and now, every time he thought about it, his skin prickled with heat. He'd never admit it out loud, but there was something almost thrilling about being called that—by him.

 

Felix pushed himself up from the bed, running a hand through his messy hair. He was being ridiculous. It was one night. One weird, tension-filled moment that didn't mean anything. He wasn't going back to that bar. He had better things to do. But as the hours ticked by, as the late afternoon shadows stretched across the room, the pull towards Inferno grew stronger.

 

He stood in front of the mirror, glaring at his reflection as if it held all the answers. Why do I care what he thinks? he thought, pulling off his wrinkled T-shirt and tossing it onto the floor. He grabbed a clean, sleek black button-up, carefully rolling the sleeves to his elbows, then added a silver chain around his neck, just enough to catch the light. He told himself it wasn't for anyone. But deep down, he knew exactly who he wanted to notice.

 

Felix adjusted the collar, his hands moving automatically, even as his mind remained conflicted. He hated this. Hated that he was thinking about Hyunjin, about going back to that bar sober this time, with a clear head. But a part of him wanted to see if the tension was real. If it was just the alcohol, or if there was something else between them. Something undeniable.

 

He stepped back from the mirror, satisfied with his look. He wasn't going to overthink it. He was going to Inferno because he wanted to. Not because of him. He wasn't trying to impress Hyunjin. Definitely not. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, trying to ignore the knot of anticipation twisting in his stomach.

 

The bass reverberated through the floor as Felix entered Inferno. The familiar heat of the club hit him, but this time, it felt different. He was sober, sharper. His gaze flickered across the crowd, searching without meaning to. He told himself he wasn't looking for Hyunjin. But then their eyes met.

 

Hyunjin was already there, leaning against the bar, his dark coat open just enough to show the fitted black shirt underneath. His presence was like a shadow, commanding and quiet all at once. The smirk he wore when their eyes locked was slow, deliberate, and it made Felix's heart skip a beat despite his best efforts to seem unaffected.

 

Felix didn't break eye contact as he made his way across the room, the tension between them thickening with every step. He could feel Hyunjin's gaze burning into him, and the closer he got, the more electric the air became. It was like they were both waiting for something—some unseen force to snap and pull them together, but neither willing to be the first to give in.

 

"Back for more?" Hyunjin's voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge to it that Felix couldn't ignore.

 

Felix smirked, trying to hide the way his pulse quickened at the sound of Hyunjin's voice. "Maybe I'm just here for the drinks. You're not that special."

 

Hyunjin chuckled softly, but there was something dark in his gaze, something that made Felix's skin prickle. "We'll see about that, pretty boy."

 

The nickname sent a bolt of irritation through Felix, but also something else—something warmer, buried deep beneath his pride. His jaw tightened, but he refused to let Hyunjin see how much it affected him. Instead, he took a step closer, closing the distance between them until he could feel the heat radiating off Hyunjin's body.

 

"You think you've got me figured out?" Felix's voice was steady, but there was a challenge in it, something daring Hyunjin to push further. "Think again."

 

Hyunjin's smirk widened, but his eyes flickered with something more—something hungry. "I don't need to figure you out, kitten. I just need to watch you unravel."

 

Felix opened his mouth to snap back, but the words caught in his throat, the tension between them coiling tighter until it felt like the entire club had fallen silent. The world around them faded into the background, leaving just the two of them standing in the charged air. Felix could feel his heartbeat in his ears, and for a split second, he forgot why he was supposed to be resisting this.

 

And then, just as Felix was about to speak, someone from the crowd bumped into him, jostling him hard enough that he stumbled forward. His chest collided with Hyunjin's, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body. Hyunjin's hand shot out instinctively, gripping Felix's arm to steady him, and the world seemed to hold its breath.

 

They were too close now. Closer than either of them had planned. Felix could feel Hyunjin's breath on his skin, could see the flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. And just when it seemed like the tension would snap, Hyunjin's lips curled into a slow, wicked smile.

 

"Careful, kitten," Hyunjin whispered, his voice low and deadly. "You might end up exactly where you belong."

 

Felix swallowed hard, his heart racing as Hyunjin's hand lingered on his arm for just a second too long before he let go.

 

The night was far from over. 

 

 

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Chapter 2: The Game Begins

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Felix wasn't going to let Hyunjin have the last word. Not after that. The way Hyunjin's voice had slithered into his mind, wrapping around his thoughts like a serpent, made Felix's skin tingle with defiance. He didn't stumble back; he leaned in, narrowing his eyes with a slow smirk curling on his lips.

"Careful?" Felix echoed softly, voice like silk as he subtly stepped closer, deliberately brushing against Hyunjin again. "You talk like you're the one in control." His tone was playful, but beneath it was a challenge, a taunt that dared Hyunjin to react. "But we both know control is an illusion, don't we?"

Hyunjin's gaze darkened. Felix could see the ripple of tension in his jaw, the slight twitch in his fingers where they had rested on Felix's arm just moments ago. Hyunjin didn't respond immediately, and Felix took the silence as his cue to push further.

He leaned in, lips grazing Hyunjin's ear, voice dropping to a whisper. "Or is it that you don't like being reminded you're not the only one who knows how to play games?"

Felix pulled back just in time to catch the flicker of something in Hyunjin's eyes—something sharp, something dangerous. But beneath that danger was intrigue. Felix could feel it. Hyunjin wasn't used to being tested like this, wasn't used to someone trying to pick at the threads of his control. And it thrilled Felix, knowing he could get under Hyunjin's skin just as much as Hyunjin had gotten under his.

"Bold," Hyunjin finally murmured, his voice deceptively calm. But Felix could hear the tightness beneath it, the edge of irritation, the fraying patience. "You've got some nerve."

Felix's smirk widened. "I know."

Hyunjin's POV

Hyunjin felt the slow burn of frustration tightening in his chest. Felix was... unexpected. He had come here to handle business, nothing more. Inferno was just another stop, another part of the job. He hadn't planned on running into someone who could twist his thoughts around like this.

His mind flicked back to Felix's teasing words, the way he had pressed close, testing Hyunjin's patience, his pride. He wasn't supposed to care about this. Felix was just another face, another moment in the endless game Hyunjin played as The Crows. But every time Felix spoke, every time that raspy voice taunted him, it clawed deeper under his skin.

Control is an illusion? Maybe Felix was right in a way. But Hyunjin wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing it. Felix had no idea who he was dealing with, no idea what kind of darkness Hyunjin had mastered.

Pretty boy, Felix had called him. The words echoed, grating at his pride. Hyunjin had spent years crafting his reputation—ruthless, cold, always in control. And yet this audacious music student had the nerve to look him in the eye and call him pretty, as if it was nothing more than a casual jab.

A small smirk curled at the corner of Hyunjin's lips, though it didn't reach his eyes. Let him think he's in control, he thought, leaning back against the bar, arms crossed. Felix's boldness intrigued him, yes. But it wouldn't last. No one ever truly challenged him for long. Eventually, they all realized who held the real power.

Still, there was something... fascinating about the way Felix moved. The way his voice, sharp and raspy, tugged at something in Hyunjin's mind. And that voice—it wasn't just his words that stuck with Hyunjin. There was a depth to it, a rawness that felt like it didn't belong in a place like this. It didn't belong in the mouth of a kid who was supposed to be a distraction.

What are you hiding, Felix? Hyunjin mused to himself. He had spent years reading people, unraveling their intentions, but Felix wasn't easy to decipher. And that... bothered him.

"Tell me something," Felix said, breaking through Hyunjin's thoughts. "What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" His voice was light, almost mocking, as if he already knew the answer but wanted to see how far Hyunjin would go to lie about it.

Hyunjin's smirk deepened. So, he's prying now? Interesting. "I could ask you the same question," he countered smoothly, avoiding the trap Felix was trying to set.

Felix raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "I asked first."

Hyunjin chuckled softly, a dark, throaty sound. "Maybe I'm just here for the ambiance. You know, a little dancing, a drink or two." The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly, his gaze never leaving Felix's. He watched, waiting for Felix to take the bait, to see how far he could push him.

But Felix wasn't buying it. His eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint in them as he leaned in again, close enough that Hyunjin could smell the faint scent of whiskey still lingering on his breath. "Bullshit," Felix whispered, the word dripping with amusement. "You're not the dancing type."

Hyunjin's smirk faltered, just for a split second, but it was enough. Felix had seen through the lie, and he was enjoying it.

"Maybe not," Hyunjin admitted, his voice lowering as he leaned in closer, matching Felix's intensity. "But that's my business, not yours."

Felix laughed, soft and knowing, like he had just unraveled some hidden thread of Hyunjin's carefully constructed mask. "Right. Mafia business, huh?" His tone was casual, but the way his eyes sparkled with curiosity told Hyunjin he was digging deeper than he should.

Hyunjin's smile faded, replaced by a cool, detached expression. "You should be careful where you stick your nose, kitten," he warned, his voice quiet but laced with danger.

But Felix didn't back down. He just tilted his head, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "Or what? You gonna teach me a lesson?"

The tension between them was palpable now, thick and heavy, like the air itself was vibrating with the energy of their back-and-forth. Felix was pushing, and Hyunjin could feel the cracks forming in the walls he had carefully built. He was supposed to be in control. But this... this kid was unraveling him in ways Hyunjin hadn't expected.

Before Hyunjin could respond, Felix's expression shifted, just slightly. A flicker of something softer crossed his face, though it was gone in an instant. "You still haven't answered my question," he said, voice quieter now, less taunting. "Why are you here? Really."

Hyunjin hesitated. For a brief moment, he considered telling the truth. But then he saw the look in Felix's eyes—the curiosity, the challenge—and decided against it. Felix wasn't ready for the truth. Not yet.

"I could ask you the same," Hyunjin said instead, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"

Felix's smirk returned, but this time, there was something more guarded behind it. "You'd be surprised."

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Try me."

Felix took a deep breath, his gaze flickering around the room as if searching for the right words. "Music," he finally said, his voice soft, almost hesitant. "I'm here for the music."

Hyunjin frowned, confused by the simplicity of the answer. "Music?"

Felix shrugged, trying to play it off like it was nothing. "Yeah. I'm a student. I sing. Weird, right?" He laughed, but there was a self-conscious edge to it that Hyunjin hadn't heard before.

Hyunjin's gaze lingered on Felix for a moment, processing the new information. A singer? Felix's voice was unique, sure. There was something raw about it, something that had caught Hyunjin's attention even in the heat of their banter. But for a split second, he found himself... admiring it. Admiring Felix's passion, his confidence in that brief admission.

And that bothered Hyunjin more than anything.

"Not what I expected," Hyunjin murmured, eyes narrowing as he studied Felix's expression. There was something vulnerable in the way Felix had said it, something that didn't match the cocky, bold persona he had shown all night. And Hyunjin... liked that.

Felix's smirk faded, replaced by something more thoughtful. He glanced at Hyunjin, their eyes locking for a moment that felt too long, too charged with things neither of them were ready to admit.

"So," Felix said, breaking the silence, his voice dropping to that low, teasing tone again. "What about you? Why are you here?"

Hyunjin's eyes darkened, his smirk returning as he leaned in closer, his voice like a low growl in Felix's ear. "Maybe I'm here to find someone worth unraveling."

Felix's breath caught in his throat, his pulse quickening as Hyunjin's words sank in. The tension between them, thick and heavy, crackled with something electric, something dangerous.

Hyunjin leaned back, eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge as he let the silence stretch, watching Felix with an unreadable expression. Then, with a low, almost teasing chuckle, he said, "Practice the name 'Hyunjin' in that pretty mouth of yours. You'll need it when you call for me later."

Felix's eyes widened for a split second, but the reaction was quickly masked by a sharp smirk, his pride refusing to let Hyunjin have the last word. But before he could reply, Hyunjin, ever the predator, slid away from the moment with that same arrogant, fluid grace. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, leaving Felix in the thick heat of their unresolved tension.

Felix opened his mouth to snap back, his own name on the tip of his tongue, "Felix—" but Hyunjin was already gone. The words hung in the air between them, unheard. Or so Felix thought. From across the bar, Hyunjin's lips quirked up into a knowing smile as Felix's name echoed in his mind. Felix, he thought, intrigued. I've got you now.

Felix stood there for a moment, feeling the remnants of their encounter coil around him like smoke, wrapping him in an intoxicating haze. He could still feel the ghost of Hyunjin's breath against his ear, the way his presence had ignited a spark within him. It was unsettling and thrilling all at once, like he was teetering on the edge of something dangerous and delicious.

He glanced around the club, the pulsating lights and throbbing bass fading into a blur as his mind raced. He was supposed to be here to enjoy a night out, to lose himself in the music and the chaos. But now, all he could think about was that enigmatic figure who had effortlessly dismantled his confidence. Hyunjin was more than just a pretty face; he was a puzzle Felix couldn't resist trying to solve.

With a deep breath, Felix pushed away from the bar, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to find Hyunjin again. The thrill of the chase, the challenge of matching wits with someone so different from himself—he wanted it. It ignited a fire in him, a hunger for something beyond just a casual night out.

As he moved through the throngs of dancers, the rhythm of the music thrumming in his veins, Felix caught glimpses of Hyunjin's silhouette across the room. He was engaged in conversation with a couple of other patrons, their laughter punctuating the air like sharp notes in a song. Hyunjin exuded a magnetic charisma that drew people in, but there was an undercurrent of danger in his movements, a tension that promised something more sinister lurking just beneath the surface.

Felix approached, the intoxicating mixture of curiosity and defiance fueling his steps. He maneuvered through the crowd, determined to make his presence known. The closer he got, the clearer it became that Hyunjin was not just a mere participant in the night's revelry; he was the conductor of a symphony of chaos, orchestrating the world around him with practiced ease.

"Hyunjin," Felix called out, his voice rising above the music, a challenge lacing his tone. The moment felt charged, electric, as Hyunjin turned to face him. The look in his eyes was inscrutable, a blend of surprise and something darker that made Felix's heart race.

"You're persistent," Hyunjin remarked, a slow smile spreading across his face, one that sent shivers down Felix's spine. "I didn't think you'd follow."

"Neither did I," Felix shot back, his confidence surging. "But you've got my attention. So what's next in your little game?"

"Game?" Hyunjin echoed, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You think this is a game?"

Felix met his gaze, unflinching. "I know it is. I can feel it. You and me—we both like to play."

"Then let's play," Hyunjin replied, his voice low, seductive, sending a thrill through Felix that he couldn't ignore. "But be careful what you wish for, kitten. This game has consequences."

Felix felt a surge of adrenaline as he stepped closer, the atmosphere thick with tension. "I'm not scared of consequences, Hyunjin. I'm just getting started."

Hyunjin's smirk deepened, a glimmer of admiration flashing in his eyes. "You're either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish."

Felix grinned, leaning in, their faces inches apart. "Why not both?"

As they stood there, the world around them faded, leaving just the two of them locked in a dangerous dance of words and intent. Felix could feel the chemistry crackling between them, the air charged with an energy that felt both exhilarating and treacherous.

"Let's see how long you can keep up, then," Hyunjin said, his voice a low promise, each word dripping with challenge.

Felix's heart raced. This was just the beginning—a start of something that felt like it could spiral out of control, something unpredictable and thrilling. But he was ready for it. Ready to dive headfirst into whatever this was with Hyunjin, ready to unravel the mystery that surrounded him, no matter the consequences.

And in that moment, as they locked eyes, Felix knew one thing for certain: he was in way over his head, and he was loving every second of it.

Felix leaned in closer, relishing the way the heat radiated between them. He could feel the energy pulsing, an invisible string tying him to Hyunjin, and he was ready to pull. "I don't think you quite understand what you're getting into," he whispered, voice low and sultry. "I'm not the kind of guy who backs down easily."

"Neither am I," Hyunjin shot back, his eyes narrowing slightly, the smirk never leaving his lips. There was a flicker of something—interest, maybe?—but Felix knew better than to assume. This was a game, and both of them were far too skilled at playing.

"Good," Felix replied, tilting his head, challenging him. "I like a challenge."

Before Hyunjin could respond, a couple of bodyguards stepped forward, their presence looming over them like dark clouds. One of them, a burly guy with a sharp gaze, shot a look at Felix that spoke volumes: stay back.

"Hyunjin, we need to keep moving," the guard said, voice low but firm. "We have to check in with the others."

Felix rolled his eyes, trying to wave them off. "I'm not going to bite, I promise," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Besides, I'm just here for the fun." He took a half-step closer to Hyunjin, deliberately brushing against him, feeling the tension thicken in the air.

Hyunjin's bodyguards shifted uncomfortably, their protective instincts kicking in. "Boss, we really—"

"Let him be," Hyunjin interrupted, his tone commanding yet smooth, sending a thrill down Felix's spine. "He's not a menace. Not yet, anyway."

Felix felt a rush of victory at Hyunjin's words, his heart racing. It was a small victory, but he'd take it. "See? I'm not that bad," he said with a wink, leaning into Hyunjin's personal space just a bit more.

"Just remember," Hyunjin replied, his voice dropping to a low, tantalizing whisper, "you're playing with fire."

Felix feigned innocence, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "I can handle fire. What about you, Hyunjin? Can you handle a little heat?" He let his fingertips lightly graze Hyunjin's arm, feeling the taut muscle beneath the fabric. The contact sent shivers through him, and he could sense Hyunjin's breath hitch just a little, which only fueled Felix's boldness.

"Don't think you can get away with that," Hyunjin said, though his voice lacked the hard edge it should have had. The spark in his eyes betrayed him, a mix of irritation and something darker, something Felix recognized as desire.

Felix stepped back, pretending to look around the bar as if contemplating his next move. "But why would I want to get away? This is the most fun I've had all night." He cast a sideways glance at Hyunjin, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And you seem like a guy who knows how to have fun."

Hyunjin's lips curled into a smirk, though he glanced at his guards, who were now looking increasingly concerned. "You're bold, I'll give you that. But with all these eyes watching us, it might not be the best idea."

"Then let's give them a show," Felix suggested, emboldened. He leaned in again, deliberately close enough for Hyunjin to feel the warmth radiating off him. "What do you say we give them something to talk about?"

The bodyguards exchanged glances, clearly torn between their loyalty to Hyunjin and the obvious chemistry brewing between him and Felix. "Boss, you should really consider—"

"Shut it," Hyunjin interrupted, his tone low but firm. He fixed his gaze on Felix, and for a moment, it was just the two of them in a bubble of intensity. "You're right. It's too crowded here. Let's get somewhere a little more private."

"Now you're talking," Felix said, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

As they navigated through the crowd, Felix couldn't resist the urge to slip his hand around Hyunjin's wrist, trailing his fingers along the sleek fabric of his suit. "You know," he began, his voice teasing, "I kind of like the idea of having you all to myself."

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Is that so? You think you can handle me?"

Felix leaned in, his breath ghosting against Hyunjin's ear. "I think you underestimate me."

Hyunjin halted suddenly, his gaze sharpening as he leaned closer, their lips nearly touching. "And you underestimate me if you think I'll let you walk away without a proper challenge."

Felix's heart raced, excitement coursing through him. "You're on," he whispered, just as Hyunjin pulled away, his expression unreadable but full of promise.

They stepped into a dimly lit corridor leading to a private lounge, Hyunjin gesturing for his bodyguards to follow. "Stay close, but don't interfere," he commanded, his voice low and assertive. The guards nodded, though their expressions remained cautious.

Inside the lounge, the atmosphere shifted, the pounding music replaced by a low hum, allowing the tension between Felix and Hyunjin to simmer to the surface. The walls were adorned with plush fabrics and ambient lighting, a stark contrast to the chaos of the bar below. They had a clear view from the balcony, the crowd below dancing and laughing, blissfully unaware of the charged encounter unfolding above them.

Felix turned to Hyunjin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, this is your idea of a private party? I'm not disappointed."

Hyunjin smirked, leaning against the railing, arms crossed, exuding an air of confidence that made Felix's heart flutter. "Just the two of us, without any distractions. You're free to tease, but just remember who's in charge."

Felix stepped closer, leaning against the railing beside him, their shoulders brushing. "In charge, huh? I thought we were equals in this game."

Hyunjin tilted his head, a challenge dancing in his eyes. "Equals, maybe. But I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

"Like what?" Felix asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. "Threatening me with your bodyguards? They don't scare me."

Hyunjin chuckled softly, leaning in slightly, their faces mere inches apart. "They don't need to scare you. I'm more than enough to keep you in line."

Felix smirked, feeling a rush of thrill at the challenge. "You think you can keep me in line? I don't think you're ready for that."

"Ready or not, you're going to find out," Hyunjin replied, his voice dropping to a low growl that sent a shiver of excitement down Felix's spine. "It's time to see how far you're willing to go."

As they locked eyes, Felix felt the pull of the moment—a magnetic force drawing them closer, igniting something wild and reckless within him. "Bring it on," he said, his voice steady and sure, ready to dive deeper into the tantalizing unknown they had just stepped into together.

 

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AGAAAAAAIN, lmk if you liked it or not, or should i go on or just STAWP right here right now? [yup, im an insecure queen 🥲]

Chapter 3: Dancing on the Edge

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The private lounge hummed with an electric energy, the pulsating beats of the bar below filtering through the floorboards like an intoxicating heartbeat. Felix and Hyunjin sat side by side, the space between them charged with unspoken tension. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the crowd, dancing and reveling in the dark, sultry ambiance of the club.

Felix leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and stealing glances at Hyunjin from the corner of his eye. "You know," he began, his voice light but laced with mischief, "I could get used to this view."

Hyunjin turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "You mean the crowd? Or something else?"

"Oh, definitely the crowd," Felix replied with a teasing grin, allowing his gaze to drift back to the lively scene below. "But I can't help but wonder if you might prefer to see me on that dance floor instead."

"Are you trying to imply you're a better dancer than everyone down there?" Hyunjin shot back, a smirk curling on his lips. "Bold move, kitten."

Felix leaned in closer, the scent of whiskey lingering in the air between them. "I'm not just a pretty face, you know. I have moves that could make even you take notice." He paused for effect, his eyes sparkling with challenge. "But maybe you're too distracted by the crowd to notice."

Hyunjin chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Felix's spine. "Distracted? Hardly. It's just... I'm waiting for you to show me what you've got."

Felix's heart raced at the invitation, but he decided to play coy. "You'll have to wait a little longer then." He stood up from his seat, glancing over at the table beside the door, where a bottle of whiskey sat waiting. "Just getting a drink," he said, feigning innocence as he strolled toward the bar.

Hyunjin watched him move, the confidence in Felix's gait igniting a flame of curiosity and desire within him. "Careful, you might spill it on yourself," he called out, the teasing edge to his voice betraying the intrigue brewing beneath his calm exterior.

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Felix shot back over his shoulder, a playful smile on his lips. He poured himself a glass, taking a moment to savor the rich aroma before raising it to his lips. The sight of him, so at ease and playful, made Hyunjin's stomach twist with anticipation.

Felix took a sip, letting the liquid warmth flow down his throat, and turned back toward Hyunjin, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, there's something about this place that makes me want to... let loose," he said, his voice sultry as he sauntered back, an exaggerated sway in his hips.

"Let loose?" Hyunjin repeated, his interest piqued as he leaned forward slightly. "And what exactly does that entail?"

Felix's smirk widened, and he leaned down, resting his forearms on the table, bringing his face closer to Hyunjin's. "You'll have to find out for yourself," he murmured, and just as he pulled back, he let out a soft, lustful moan that echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

Hyunjin's eyes widened, his body instinctively stiffening at the unexpected sound. The moan hung in the air, tantalizing and teasing, sending a shockwave through him. His bodyguards, positioned just outside the door, exchanged alarmed looks, their instincts kicking in.

The door was nearly swung open, and just before they rushed in, concern etched on their faces. "Boss! Is everything okay?" one of them barked, trying to peek into the room for any signs of danger.

"Everything's fine!" Hyunjin shot back, his voice sharper than intended. He threw a glare at Felix, who was trying to suppress a laugh. "Felix is just trying to umm... giving me a lap dance?" said Hyunjin with a questionable tone, unlikely of his usual demeanor.

The bodyguards paused, their expressions a mixture of confusion and disbelief, before nodding slowly, unsure of how to respond.

Felix mouthed a silent "send them away" to Hyunjin, his playful eyes sparkling with mischief. Hyunjin rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smirk creeping onto his lips before shifting to his serious cold tone. "Seriously, just let us be alone for a minute, alright?"

The bodyguards exchanged another glance before stepping back, albeit reluctantly. "We'll be right outside," one of them said, throwing a wary look to the ceiling.

"Great. Don't listen in," Hyunjin quipped, waving them off with an exaggerated flourish. The door clicked shut again, leaving them alone once again, the tension thickening in the air.

Hyunjin turned to Felix, arms crossed, his expression a mix of annoyance and intrigue. "What was that moan about?" he asked, his voice low and steady, masking the surge of curiosity bubbling beneath.

Felix leaned in, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "Just testing your reflexes," he replied smoothly, tilting his head to the side. "You seemed to need a little... excitement."

"Excitement, huh?" Hyunjin challenged, leaning closer. "And you think moaning in a private lounge is going to achieve that?"

Felix shrugged, his confidence unwavering. "It got your attention, didn't it?"

"Touché," Hyunjin admitted, an amused glint in his eyes. "But if you really want to keep my attention, you might need to do more than just moan."

Felix's heart raced at the challenge. He straightened, swaying his hips playfully as he began to dance, letting the rhythm of the music from below guide him. He wasn't just moving; he was teasing, a sultry invitation as he wrapped his arms around himself, swaying in a way that felt almost intentional, designed to capture Hyunjin's gaze.

"Look at you," Hyunjin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Trying to distract me with some... dance moves? Bold of you."

Felix smirked, leaning forward again, a finger grazing the table as he looked up at Hyunjin through his lashes. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Do I not?" Hyunjin teased back, his own playful demeanor emerging. "Because I think that moan was your way of begging for my attention. Didn't seem very subtle to me."

Felix tilted his head, a sultry smile on his lips. "Maybe I just wanted to see how far you'd go to get me to stop."

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "And what if I want you to keep going?"

"Then I guess you'll have to come get me," Felix replied, his voice a low, taunting whisper as he leaned even closer, their faces mere inches apart. "Show me what you've got, Hyunjin."

With that, Felix stepped back, the dance becoming a playful challenge, and he twirled, allowing the moment to linger in the air between them, thick with unspoken tension.

Hyunjin crossed his arms, watching intently as Felix moved, every sway of his body igniting a fire within him. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want me to lose control," he said, his voice low and challenging.

Felix turned, giving him a sultry smile, his hips swaying in time with the distant music. "What if I told you that control is overrated?"

"Is it?" Hyunjin replied, the tension between them palpable. "Maybe I prefer to be in control. But I can see you're trying to play games."

"Just a little fun," Felix said with a wink, stepping closer again. "I'm not the only one who likes to play."

Hyunjin smirked, leaning back against the railing, his gaze unwavering as he studied Felix. "Alright then, show me what you've got. But don't expect me to let you win that easily."

Felix's breath hitched, excitement coursing through him at the challenge. "I wouldn't dream of it," he said, his voice low and teasing, ready to dive headfirst into the game they had only just begun to play.

The atmosphere in the private lounge was thick with unspoken words and electric tension as Felix and Hyunjin settled into their seats. They leaned against the plush leather sofas, the ambiance dimmed, bathed in soft hues of red and purple that danced against the walls. The music from the club below was muffled yet pulsated through the floor, mirroring the rhythmic thrum in their chests.

Felix broke the silence first, a playful smirk forming on his lips as he tilted his head slightly, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "You know, for a mafia guy, you seem to have a lot of time on your hands. Or is it that you enjoy playing cat and mouse with little ol' me?" His voice dripped with a teasing lilt, deliberately digging for Hyunjin's reaction.

Hyunjin chuckled, the sound low and smooth, but it carried a hint of danger. "It's not my fault you're easy to toy with, kitten. And besides, it's not just about the time; it's about the thrill. Isn't that right?" He leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing playfully. "So tell me, what else are you good at, besides looking pretty and getting under my skin?"

Felix's grin widened, and he leaned back, reveling in the heat of the moment. "You know, I'm a great dancer. Maybe you should see for yourself sometime?" He winked, the challenge hanging in the air between them.

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A dancer, huh? I can't imagine you being graceful enough to keep up with me."

"Graceful? Oh, darling, I'm full of surprises." Felix stood, feigning nonchalance as he sauntered toward the table beside the door. He paused, glancing back over his shoulder with a sultry smirk. "You might just like what you see."

Hyunjin watched, unable to tear his gaze away as Felix moved like liquid, confidence radiating from him in waves. The way his body swayed, the way he tossed his hair back, it was all calculated to mess with Hyunjin's mind.

But Felix wasn't done. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the low light as he raised it to his lips, his gaze locking onto Hyunjin's with an intensity that made the air between them crackle. "What's wrong, Hyunjin? You seem distracted," he teased, a playful lilt to his voice. "I thought you were the one in control."

Hyunjin's eyes darkened slightly, a playful smile creeping back to his lips. "I'm not distracted, just trying to figure you out. But if you want to play games..." His voice trailed off, an invitation laden with challenge.

Felix leaned against the door frame, a devilish smile curving his lips. "Games? I love games. But how about you tell me what you really want?"

Once they were alone in that shuttering silence again, as Hyunjin was still stunned about the moan from earlier, turned to Felix, amusement dancing in his gaze. "A lap dance, huh? So you're telling me you like that kind of attention?"

Felix leaned back casually, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "What's it to you? Maybe I've had a few lessons in seduction. Or maybe I just like knowing I can get a rise out of someone like you."

Hyunjin leaned forward, intrigued, tension simmering beneath the surface. "And what makes you think you can seduce me? Just because you're bold?"

Felix took a step closer, the space between them shrinking as he murmured, "Maybe it's because I know just how to push your buttons."

Hyunjin's gaze sharpened, curiosity and caution battling within him. "Is that so? I'd like to see you try. Show me what you've got, Felix."

Felix tilted his head, an innocent smile on his lips. "You want me to sing for you? Is that what you're hinting at?"

Hyunjin smirked, leaning back, arms crossed as he studied Felix's playful demeanor. "Maybe I just want to hear that pretty voice of yours again. I could use some entertainment."

Felix shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I'm not a trained monkey, you know. But if you really want a demo..." He stepped closer again, teasingly brushing his fingers against Hyunjin's arm, sending a shiver through him. "What if I decided to give you a little taste of what I can do?"

Hyunjin swallowed hard, the tension thickening. "And what exactly do you think you can do that would impress me?"

Felix grinned, a spark of mischief igniting in his eyes. "You're in for a surprise, Hyunjin. Just sit back and enjoy the show."

Before he could respond, Felix began to sway his hips, moving to an imaginary rhythm, every step deliberate and teasing. He didn't break eye contact, the challenge clear in his gaze as he let the atmosphere thrum with sexual tension.

Hyunjin's breath hitched, intrigued and frustrated all at once. "Is this your idea of a dance? Because it's not enough to distract me, kitten."

Felix laughed softly, the sound echoing in the tension-filled air. "Oh, I'm just getting started."

"Lap dance, huh? Do you think I'd actually like that?" Hyunjin pushed back, his voice low and teasing, intrigued by the idea.

Felix leaned in, his voice sultry as he replied, "Depends. Do you like being seduced? Because I know a few moves that might just get your attention."

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, fighting the urge to fold under the allure of Felix's words. "Show me then, Felix. If you think you can handle it."

Felix smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Careful what you wish for, Hyunjin. You might just get more than you bargained for."

And with that, the tension thickened, the air crackling with anticipation, both of them caught in a dangerous game where control was a delicate dance, and neither was ready to back down.

Felix moved like a whisper through the dim light of the lounge, his body a fluid expression of seduction as he swayed to an invisible rhythm, every curve and angle designed to ensnare Hyunjin's gaze. His movements were tantalizingly slow, every twist and turn radiating a bold confidence that left no room for denial. The space between them crackled with an electricity that was impossible to ignore, each step he took drawing Hyunjin deeper into his web.

As Felix danced, he playfully brushed his fingertips along Hyunjin's arms, lingering just long enough to ignite sparks of heat that trailed down his skin. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting against Hyunjin's ear as he whispered teasingly, "Is this what you had in mind when you asked for a show? Because I could give you a lot more..."

With each rhythmic sway of his hips, he let his hands roam just a bit too low, teasingly close to areas that made Hyunjin's heart race. Felix was nothing short of a dark-feathered angel, seductive and ethereal, and Hyunjin felt as if he were on the precipice of losing himself entirely, drawn in by the allure of this unexpected moment.

But it wasn't long before Hyunjin, wrestling with the intoxicating sensation of the dance, stopped him in his tracks, throwing a warning look that carried both urgency and undeniable desire. "Felix, you need to dial it back a bit," he murmured, his voice hoarse with the effort to maintain control. The weight of Felix's lustful yet manly gaze bore down on him, a magnetism that was almost unbearable.

Felix smirked, undeterred, his confidence undiminished by the warning. "Why? Are you scared you might enjoy it too much?" He continued to tease, his voice dripping with a playful arrogance that sent shivers down Hyunjin's spine.

It felt like the world outside had vanished, leaving just the two of them, caught in a moment where everything else faded into obscurity. The rhythm of the club below echoed like a heartbeat, yet all Hyunjin could focus on was the way Felix moved, each step a seductive challenge, each glance a silent dare.

As Hyunjin fought to resist the pull of the dance, he blurted out, "Maybe I could use another drink because I'm way too sober for all of this." His words came out more desperate than he intended, but it was the only way he could think to shield himself from the intoxicating allure Felix exuded.

Felix chuckled, the sound a silky tease. "Sober? You're going to need something stronger than whiskey if you plan to keep up with me," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he approached the bar.

But instead of pouring himself another drink, Felix turned, a sudden shift in his demeanor as he leaned against the bar with an air of casual intimacy, drawing Hyunjin's gaze back to him with a quiet intensity. "But let's see if I can get you tipsy on something else first," he murmured, his voice low and sultry, an invitation wrapped in allure.

The shift in atmosphere caught Hyunjin off guard, the previous lustful tension softening into something that resonated deeper within him. Felix cleared his throat and began to murmur a melody, a soft and heart-wrenching song he had penned not long ago, the lyrics spilling from his lips like honey, each note tinged with raw emotion.

"How've you been?
I guess you're fine
It's been pretty long
Since we've last seen
Honestly
Throughout my life
Deep inside
I never felt alive
The way you used to touch my soul
Was always so sweet and lovely
No matter how far apart we were
You'd always pick up the phone
But now I'm truly all alone in this world
I miss the way you felt so close to my bones."

The lyrics hung in the air, wrapping around Hyunjin like a warm embrace, and he found himself transfixed, the earlier tension giving way to something more profound as he absorbed the weight of each word. The heartache threaded through Felix's voice was palpable, each note pulling at Hyunjin's heartstrings, awakening a sense of vulnerability he hadn't expected to feel.

Hyunjin swallowed the whiskey he had poured earlier, the burn in his throat matching the tumult of emotions swirling within him as he blinked rapidly, trying to reconcile the playful seduction with the sorrowful yearning conveyed in Felix's song. The juxtaposition left him in a state of bewildering awe; he could hardly believe the same person who had been teasing him moments ago was now laying bare his soul through song.

Felix's gaze was unwavering, filled with an intensity that made Hyunjin's breath hitch. "Do you feel that?" Felix asked softly, his voice almost a whisper, the atmosphere thick with unspoken truths.

"Feel what?" Hyunjin countered, his voice steadier than he felt, a playful spark in his eyes despite the heaviness in the air.

Felix took a step closer, the tension between them igniting anew as he leaned in, their faces mere inches apart. "That moment when everything shifts? When you realize you're not just dancing around each other but actually getting to know what lies beneath?" He paused, a playful glint in his eyes. "I mean, if you want me to keep going, I might just lose my train of thought and end up seducing you completely."

Hyunjin smirked, masking the emotional turmoil roiling within him. "You think you can seduce me with just a song and some dance moves? You might be underestimating me, Felix."

Felix leaned back slightly, a sultry smile playing on his lips. "Oh, Hyunjin, it's not just the song or the moves. It's the entire package. Don't you get it? I'm here to push your buttons."

"Careful, or I might just push back," Hyunjin shot back, his voice teasing but laced with genuine intrigue.

"Then why don't you let me show you exactly what I can do?" Felix challenged, his voice low and inviting, daring Hyunjin to cross that line.

And as the night wore on, they danced along that thin line, flirtation and tension swirling in a delicate balance, each moment a push and pull, a tug of war for dominance that neither seemed willing to relinquish just yet.

Hyunjin leaned against the sleek bar, the warm glow of the ambient lights playing tricks on his vision, casting flickering shadows that danced across the surface of his mind. With each sip of whiskey, he felt a delightful buzz spreading through him, but suddenly, the world tilted just a fraction too far. He shook his head slightly, trying to recalibrate his senses, but the lightness in his head had morphed into a dizzying tilt, leaving him off-balance and unsure.

"Whoa," he mumbled, gripping the bar for support as the room spun. His heart raced, not from fear but from the sudden realization that the whiskey had affected him more than he had anticipated. In that moment of vulnerability, he locked eyes with Felix, who had just finished another teasing shimmy, completely unaware of the change in Hyunjin's demeanor.

Felix's playful expression faded into concern as he noticed Hyunjin's unsteady posture. Without thinking, he rushed across the room, his heels clicking against the polished floor, an urgency in his movements that seemed out of place in the playful atmosphere of the lounge. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice a mix of genuine worry and lingering flirtation.

Hyunjin attempted a smirk, but it faltered under the weight of his tipsiness. "Yeah, just... feeling a little light-headed," he admitted, his voice low as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"Do you need to sit down?" Felix pressed, stepping closer, his concern palpable as he reached out, fingers brushing against Hyunjin's arm.

"Just—just call for a bodyguard," Hyunjin managed, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. "I need to get home." The words slipped out more quickly than he intended, the realization that he might have overindulged settling uncomfortably in his stomach.

Felix stood awkwardly, his bravado fading like mist under the morning sun, leaving behind a surprising vulnerability he hadn't anticipated feeling. The playful tension that had filled the air moments ago evaporated, leaving them both hovering on the edge of something uncharted.

Hyunjin gestured to one of his bodyguards, who immediately approached with a practiced efficiency. "Take me home. And make sure Felix comes along," he commanded, his tone firm and unyielding, almost bossy in its decisiveness.

Felix blinked, caught off guard. "Wait, what?" he stammered, his mind racing. It was way past midnight, and he had been so wrapped up in the moment that he had completely forgotten it was the weekend. There was a lingering unease in his gut, an instinctive warning that this wasn't just another night out with friends. "I—um, do I have to?"

Hyunjin's gaze softened momentarily, though it still held that commanding edge. "You should. It's late, and you're a college kid. I'm sure your family is worried sick about you."

The implication of Hyunjin's words weighed heavily in the air. Felix was suddenly aware of how strange this all felt—riding home with a mysterious man he had just met, a member of some dangerous mafia group, and yet here he was, being swept along in a whirlwind of emotions that made his head spin even more than the whiskey had.

"Okay, fine," Felix finally replied, almost sheepishly, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. It felt like a fever dream, surreal and intoxicating in equal measure.

As they stepped out of the bar, the cool night air hit them like a splash of cold water, snapping Felix back to reality. The ride to Hyunjin's luxurious flat was enveloped in an eerie silence, the bodyguards upfront maintaining a vigilant watch while Hyunjin leaned back against the plush seat, the soft glow of the interior lights casting a warm halo around him.

Felix fidgeted in his seat, the weight of the tension still lingering in the air like an unspoken promise. He couldn't shake the feeling in his gut—the one that told him he was treading on dangerous ground. "So, what's your place like?" he ventured, attempting to bridge the silence with a casual tone that belied the rapid beating of his heart.

"It's just a flat, really. Nothing special," Hyunjin replied, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he regarded Felix. "But it's home." There was an underlying sincerity in his voice that Felix found oddly comforting, yet disconcerting at the same time.

"Right," Felix nodded, forcing a casual demeanor even as his stomach churned with uncertainty. "Do you often bring friends home this late?"

Hyunjin's laughter echoed softly in the confines of the car. "Friends? Is that what we are?" The way he said it was teasing, yet there was a glint in his eye that suggested he enjoyed the implications of the question far too much.

Felix couldn't help but grin, though the tension between them hung thick in the air. "Well, we did just share a dance and some deep conversations about our emotional traumas. Isn't that what friends do?"

"Deep conversations, huh?" Hyunjin quirked an eyebrow, his playful banter masking the sudden seriousness of his demeanor. "You have no idea what kind of depths I could take you to."

Felix swallowed hard, a flicker of heat coursing through him at the suggestive undertone. "You mean... like deeper conversations or something else?" he shot back, the flirtation now laced with a hint of bravado, daring Hyunjin to respond.

"Maybe a bit of both," Hyunjin replied smoothly, the tension crackling like static electricity between them, an undeniable attraction simmering just beneath the surface.

Yet, Felix couldn't shake the bad feeling in his gut, even as he leaned into the banter, pushing back against the wave of uncertainty that threatened to wash over him. He was in over his head, and deep down, he knew it. But there was a thrill to it, an intoxicating dance of danger that made his heart race faster than ever.

As they approached Hyunjin's flat, the bodyguards began to speak amongst themselves, their voices a low murmur of concern and caution. "Hyunjin, are you sure about this?" one of them asked, casting a wary glance at Felix. "We can't be too careful with unknown risks—"

Hyunjin waved a dismissive hand, his expression cold and authoritative. "He's with me. He's not a threat." The words held an unyielding finality, silencing any further objections from his team as they pulled into the driveway of the opulent building.

Felix's heart raced as he glanced around, a sense of both awe and trepidation washing over him. This was Hyunjin's world, and for better or worse, he was about to step inside as the night's events pressing heavily upon him. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving a strange cocktail of uncertainty and anticipation in its wake. Felix glanced over at Hyunjin, whose eyes were closed, his face a study in composed serenity even in his tipsy state.

"Why did you want me to come along?" Felix finally asked, breaking the silence. He'd been running through possibilities in his mind, but none seemed to make sense.

Hyunjin's eyes fluttered open, and he smirked, the cockiness creeping back in as if he'd never left. "Do you really want to be left alone at this hour? Besides," he shrugged, "I wasn't done with you yet."

Felix felt a rush of heat crawl up his neck, unable to look away from Hyunjin's piercing gaze. "You make it sound like you're in control of everything," Felix replied, his voice a mixture of challenge and curiosity. "But let's not forget, you're the one who stumbled after just one drink."

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "I let you see that on purpose. Don't think I'm not aware of every little game you're trying to play."

Felix rolled his eyes, but the playful exchange calmed the erratic rhythm of his heart. It was clear that this wasn't just another night. They were both teetering on a knife's edge, neither willing to back down, neither fully in control. But there was something comforting in that shared chaos, a magnetism that kept drawing them closer, even if only to push each other away again.

The car pulled to a smooth stop outside Hyunjin's building, and the bodyguards exited first, casting watchful eyes over their surroundings. Felix hesitated for a moment, not sure if he was ready to enter whatever world Hyunjin had waiting for him behind those doors. But as Hyunjin stepped out, he extended a hand, his face a mask of arrogant charm that Felix couldn't help but find infuriatingly alluring.

"Come on," Hyunjin called, his voice commanding yet somehow inviting. "You didn't think the night was over, did you?"

Felix took a deep breath, pushing down the hesitation, and stepped out, feeling that familiar rush of excitement return. Whatever lay ahead, he knew one thing: he wasn't ready to let this strange, captivating dance end just yet.

As the unexpected intimacy pressing down on him, making his heartbeat thrum in his chest, the silence was comfortable yet fraught, an undercurrent of unspoken words lingering in the air as they neared Hyunjin's place. Felix stole glances at Hyunjin, who seemed deep in thought, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, as though he was entertained by the night's twists and turns.

When they arrived at Hyunjin's flat, Felix hesitated at the threshold, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The place was nothing like he had imagined—sleek and minimalistic, with dark, modern decor that suited Hyunjin's aura perfectly. Felix looked around, taking in the expensive art pieces and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline, casting long shadows across the room.

Hyunjin poured himself a glass of water, his gaze never leaving Felix. "You're quiet," he remarked, an amused tone in his voice. "Not what I expected after that little show you put on."

Felix smirked, shrugging off his initial discomfort as he stepped further into the room. "Just taking it all in," he replied, his tone steady as he turned to face Hyunjin. "Didn't expect the mafia life to be so... stylish."

Hyunjin chuckled, leaning casually against the counter. "It has its perks," he said, his eyes scanning Felix with a curious intensity. "But enough about me. You still owe me that song. I want to hear you sing again, like you did back there."

Felix's expression softened, the vulnerability he had felt earlier resurfacing. He took a deep breath, surprised at how much Hyunjin's request affected him. Despite the bravado, there was something disarming about the way Hyunjin looked at him—like he was peeling back Felix's layers, leaving him exposed.

For a moment, Felix felt as if they were back in that private lounge, wrapped in the warmth of whiskey and soft lights, the tension between them unbroken by the passage of time or space. He opened his mouth, the words of a song spilling out, raw and unfiltered, as he sang from the depths of his heart. His voice was a steady thrum, echoing softly in the silence, as he allowed himself to be vulnerable in a way he had rarely ever done before.

Hyunjin stood still, his gaze unwavering as he listened, captivated by the haunting beauty of Felix's voice. It was as if Felix's song had wrapped around him, a thread that tugged at something deep within, binding them in a way that neither had anticipated. When Felix finished, a silence settled between them, weighted and significant, filled with a thousand things neither dared to say.

Hyunjin took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Felix's. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "you're full of surprises."

Felix swallowed, a hint of uncertainty flickering across his face. "Yeah? You're not so predictable yourself, Mr. Mafia Boss."

Hyunjin smirked, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Felix's face. "Guess we both have our secrets," he whispered, his hand lingering, a moment of charged silence passing between them.

For the first time, Felix felt as if he had met someone who could keep up with him, match him, challenge him. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, a whirlwind that threatened to consume them both. As they stood there, inches apart, Felix knew that he had crossed a line, one from which there was no return. And, deep down, he didn't mind. Not one bit.

 

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Chapter 4: Unspoken Boundaries

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The conversation flowed effortlessly between them as Felix took in his surroundings, feeling a strange sense of ease despite the night's unexpected turn. The dark, sleek interior of Hyunjin's flat matched the mystery that clung to him. Felix couldn't help but notice how different it felt from the cold opulence he'd expected; it was understated but elegant, much like the man himself.

 

Hyunjin had casually offered for Felix to make himself at home, brushing off the inherent tension with a dismissive wave. "Relax, Felix. No need to act like you're in a lion's den," he'd said, a crooked smirk playing on his lips. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, the tipsy gleam in his eyes barely masking the underlying control that defined his every movement.

 

Felix matched Hyunjin's casual air, masking his nerves as he sauntered toward the window. Outside, the city sprawled below them, the lights twinkling like a thousand little secrets. He let out a low whistle, glancing back at Hyunjin. "Quite a view you've got here," he said, his voice laced with mock admiration. He was just drunk enough to feel bold, teetering on the edge of audacity.

 

Meanwhile, outside the door, Hyunjin's bodyguards exchanged wary glances, their stance tense as they debated silently among themselves. Hyunjin's uncharacteristic choice to bring a stranger into his space wasn't sitting well with any of them, and they resolved to confront him about it in the morning.

 

Back inside, Hyunjin studied Felix, his gaze lingering a bit too long. "You know, you're not what I expected," he murmured, a thoughtful look crossing his face. Felix raised an eyebrow, returning his gaze with equal intensity. "Oh? What did you expect, exactly?"

 

The playful banter gradually dwindled into comfortable silence, both of them too aware of the lingering tension and perhaps a little too drunk to trust where it might lead.

 

"I think it's best if we call it a night," Hyunjin finally said, rubbing the back of his neck as if to shake off the fog of whiskey. He led Felix to a guest room, his movements still graceful despite the alcohol. After a few clipped words of goodnight, he disappeared behind his own door, the lock clicking firmly into place. Felix chuckled to himself, noting the irony of Hyunjin's precautions even now.

 

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Felix awoke to the faint sound of muffled voices and the clinking of weights coming from another room. Blinking against the unfamiliar surroundings, he sat up, momentarily disoriented. It took him a second to remember where he was, and with that, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Right," he muttered to himself. "The mafia boss's guest room. Good one, Felix."

 

He ran a hand through his hair, catching his reflection in a mirror across the room. Even through the fog of last night's whiskey, he could see the faint smudges of eyeliner under his eyes, remnants of a night that had taken an unexpected twist. He let out a chuckle, grabbing a bottle of water from the nightstand and taking a swig before reluctantly pulling himself out of bed.

 

Meanwhile, in the private gym, Hyunjin was in his element, completely absorbed in his routine. The rhythmic clang of weights was therapeutic, a way to ground himself after a night that had left him feeling—unexpectedly—off balance. Felix had a way of slipping under his skin, not unlike the way his glances lingered a bit too long or the unexpected depth of his voice when he sang. It was unnerving, but Hyunjin relished the challenge, the allure of someone who didn't shrink under his gaze or sway under his words.

 

After an hour of rigorous exercise, he headed to his office, where his bodyguards were already waiting. He gave them a nod, his demeanor slipping effortlessly back into that of a calculated leader, though his mind still buzzed with thoughts of Felix. The guards exchanged knowing glances as they filled him in on their concerns from the night before.

 

"Sir, with all due respect, we need to discuss the risks," one of them began, hesitating under Hyunjin's cold, assessing stare.

 

"Felix is just someone I'm... keeping an eye on," Hyunjin replied with a dismissive wave. "I don't need any of you jumping to conclusions. But," he added, his gaze sharpening, "no one is to lay a hand on him. Consider him a special case. Keep your distance, but remain vigilant. He's not your concern unless I say so."

 

The guards nodded, though their expressions remained cautious. With that, Hyunjin brushed off their concerns and refocused, diving back into the day's work. But as he shifted through stacks of documents, Felix's words and laughter from the night before played in his mind, stubbornly refusing to be ignored.

 

Back in the guest room, Felix was piecing together the events of the night, a grin splitting his face as he remembered Hyunjin's tipsy banter. He'd seen the guarded look in Hyunjin's eyes, the way he tried to hide behind that aura of invincibility. Felix had to admit, it was refreshing to meet someone who was as impossible to shake as he was.

 

As he slipped on his jacket and prepared to leave, he paused by the window. The sun was just starting to rise, casting a golden hue over the city skyline, and Felix allowed himself a moment to take it all in. For all his bravado, there was something unnervingly addictive about this world Hyunjin inhabited—a blend of danger and allure that made Felix's heart beat just a little faster.

 

But he couldn't stay lost in it, not yet. There was college, friends, and the usual mundane realities waiting for him outside. Still, as he stepped out of the flat and into the cool morning air, he found himself already craving the next time their paths would cross. With one last look back, he disappeared into the waking city, his mind unwilling to let go of the mysterious man he'd left behind.

 

As Felix made his way through the familiar chaos of the college campus, he noticed the subtle looks and raised eyebrows from his friends as he joined them in the common area. He was known for his unpredictability, but even they weren't used to seeing him quite like this—disheveled, his mind clearly somewhere else.

 

"Morning, Felix." His friend Chris gave him a knowing grin, tilting his head in curiosity. "Rough night?"

 

Felix smirked, brushing it off with a shrug. "You could say that. Just... had a lot on my mind." He avoided the details, though the glint in his eyes betrayed more than he intended. It was true; even as he sat among his friends, he felt Hyunjin's lingering presence, like an uninvited but unshakable ghost that had taken up residence in his thoughts.

 

In between classes, he found himself pulling out his phone, almost on instinct, his fingers hovering over the screen as if to send a message. But to who? He didn't have Hyunjin's number—not that he'd ask for it in the first place. "Get a grip," he muttered to himself, shoving the phone back into his pocket. Still, no matter how much he tried to concentrate on the day's lessons, his mind kept drifting back to the way Hyunjin had looked at him, the weight of his gaze both intoxicating and terrifying.

 

Back at the flat, Hyunjin was hardly faring any better. Between meetings and paperwork, his mind kept wandering to the memory of Felix, the way he'd stood by the window, eyes dark and unreadable against the backdrop of the city lights. He prided himself on his ability to read people, to size them up within minutes, but Felix had thrown that confidence into disarray. For someone who seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve, Felix had secrets, and Hyunjin wanted to know every single one of them.

 

"Hyunjin, we need your approval on this." One of his lieutenants interrupted his thoughts, placing a document in front of him.

 

He signed it without a second glance, nodding at the man before dismissing him with a flick of his wrist. Once alone, he leaned back in his chair, frustration mounting as he realized just how deeply Felix had gotten under his skin. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He was Hyunjin—he controlled the game, dictated the terms. But Felix had shown up like a wild card, slipping into his world and leaving him questioning everything.

 

By midday, he could no longer ignore the urge gnawing at him. With a sigh, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he reached one that could help him dig a little deeper. A few moments later, he sent a brief message:

 

Find out everything you can about Felix.

 

He hesitated, then added: But don't let him know. I just need information.

 

Satisfied, he set the phone aside, a strange sense of calm washing over him as he returned to his work. This wasn't the first time he'd done a background check on someone, but something about Felix felt different, like he was treading uncharted waters. The realization stirred something within him—an unfamiliar thrill, mixed with a sense of vulnerability he wasn't used to.

 

As the afternoon wore on, Felix found himself sneaking glances out the window during class, his mind drifting back to the night before. A part of him wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all—how he, of all people, had ended up in a mafia boss's flat. But he couldn't deny that he was intrigued, maybe even a little enchanted. Hyunjin's world was dark, dangerous, and far removed from his own, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he belonged there, even if only for a moment.

 

The day passed in a haze, both men moving through their respective worlds but each tethered to the memory of the other. By the time the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the city, they found themselves alone once again, the distance between them only serving to deepen the connection they felt.

 

Hyunjin, now back at his flat, looked out over the city with a rare sense of anticipation. He didn't know where this path would lead, but for the first time in a long time, he found himself willing to find out. And Felix, miles away, couldn't help but feel the same pull, as if Hyunjin's presence was calling to him across the expanse of the city.

 

As night fell, they both knew one thing for certain: whatever had begun between them wasn't over—not by a long shot.

 

As the night wore on, Felix sat at his desk, his textbook open but untouched, his mind wandering back to Hyunjin again and again. The thrill of the past nights replayed like a tantalizing montage, making it hard for him to focus on anything else. He knew he should've been working on his assignments, but the adrenaline and lingering questions about Hyunjin were simply too distracting.

 

He glanced at his laptop, biting his lip as a thought crept in. A quick search wouldn't hurt, would it? He began typing "Hyunjin," pausing momentarily as he realized he had no surname, no tangible lead on the mysterious stranger. Despite that, Felix was resourceful—he'd always had a knack for finding information when he needed it. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he tried different combinations, piecing together whatever he could.

 

But, frustratingly, there was nothing concrete. There were no matches, no clear connections. It was as if Hyunjin had somehow erased himself from the digital world, leaving only the vaguest traces behind. Felix leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples, sighing with frustration. His curiosity only grew; now, the challenge of uncovering more made his thoughts fixate on Hyunjin even more intensely.

 

"What are you hiding?" Felix muttered, staring at his blank screen, the city lights casting long shadows across his room. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was so much more to Hyunjin than he'd glimpsed so far.

 

Meanwhile, across town, Hyunjin sat in his own quiet room, scrolling through the digital dossier his insider had sent him. The background check had produced more than he'd anticipated, and he skimmed over Felix's information with an oddly growing fascination. He found Felix's social media profiles and, with a single click, was suddenly face-to-face with Felix's carefully curated snapshots—videos of him laughing with friends, clips of him singing with that deep, resonant voice that had captivated Hyunjin from the very start.

 

There was something electrifying about Felix's confidence and his unabashed boldness. As Hyunjin watched, his heart beat just a little faster, a flicker of something he wasn't quite ready to acknowledge surfacing within him. He tried to dismiss it, scrolling through each post as if he were merely satisfying his curiosity, but the more he looked, the deeper his fascination grew. He swallowed, feeling an unexpected flutter in his stomach, and closed his phone, trying to push the thoughts away.

 

But in the quiet solitude of his room, the pull was undeniable. The echo of Felix's voice and the intense look in his eyes remained with Hyunjin, refusing to be dismissed. For a moment, he let himself imagine what it might be like to pull Felix even closer, to explore whatever it was that kept drawing them together despite the odds.

 

Hyunjin's resolve wavered, and he almost reached for his phone again, his thumb hovering over Felix's profile as he tried to convince himself this was all a casual interest. But deep down, he knew there was more to it than that.

 

 

 

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Felix sighed, closing his laptop with a frustrated snap. He tossed his pencil onto the desk, spinning in his chair as his thoughts raced. No matter how hard he tried to push Hyunjin from his mind, the mysterious man kept slipping back into his consciousness like an unsolvable puzzle. It was maddening.

 

With a groan, Felix flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. He tried to distract himself with music, scrolling through his playlist aimlessly before giving up. His brain was buzzing, torn between wanting to know more about Hyunjin and the strange sensation of being pulled towards him, as if Hyunjin had left an invisible mark on him.

 

"Why am I so obsessed with you?" Felix muttered, half-joking, but the question hit him harder than he expected. The answer, however, wasn't as clear. Was it the thrill of the unknown? The danger that lurked behind Hyunjin's perfectly curated exterior? Or was it something else—a connection that defied logic?

 

Felix shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. But no matter what he did, his mind drifted back to the way Hyunjin had looked at him, those dark, piercing eyes that seemed to strip away all pretense and see him for who he really was. The way Hyunjin could stand so calmly, so collected, and yet make Felix's heart race with just a glance.

 

Feeling restless, Felix picked up his phone and, almost without thinking, searched for any information on the mafia, particularly anything that could connect to Hyunjin. It was all still an assumption, but Felix's instincts told him there was more to Hyunjin than just his cold exterior and well-tailored suits. His suspicion about the mafia wasn't far-fetched, given the way Hyunjin carried himself, the guarded nature of his surroundings, and the intimidating bodyguards who followed him.

 

Felix scrolled through articles, absorbing what he could about organized crime, the dangers, the power structures, the rivalries. He read about notorious gangs, hidden dealings, and the leaders who ruled with fear and respect. It fascinated and terrified him all at once. And the more he read, the more he found himself mentally placing Hyunjin in those scenarios, imagining him as one of those powerful figures.

 

But the search yielded little in terms of concrete proof. Hyunjin's name was nowhere to be found in any report, article, or rumor. It was like trying to chase a ghost. Frustrated, Felix tossed his phone aside and lay back down, closing his eyes.

 

Yet, no matter how hard he tried to focus on something else, his mind kept circling back to Hyunjin—his sharp jawline, the way he seemed to command any space he entered, the intensity that lingered beneath his smooth words.

 

As the night stretched on, Felix gave in to the thoughts, allowing himself to imagine Hyunjin again, feeling the pulse of attraction he had tried to bury. It was more than just a physical pull now; it was something deeper, something dangerous. And the worst part was, he wasn't sure if he wanted to resist it anymore.

 

Across town, Hyunjin sat at his desk, the glow of his phone illuminating his face as he stared at Felix's photos once more. He had scrolled through almost every image, his eyes lingering on each one, studying the details of Felix's features, the way his confidence bled through even the most candid shots.

 

Hyunjin had seen countless people come and go in his life. He was no stranger to fleeting connections, to the thrill of someone new. But this—this was different. Felix had managed to slip past the walls Hyunjin kept so carefully constructed, and now, no matter how much he tried to brush it off, there was a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach that wouldn't go away.

 

His eyes flickered over a video of Felix singing, his deep voice smooth yet raw, filling the small space around him. Hyunjin watched in silence, his breath catching slightly as he felt an unfamiliar warmth bloom inside him. It was ridiculous. Felix was just some college student, and Hyunjin had far more important things to worry about—like running one of the most notorious mafia groups in the city. But every time he tried to rationalize it, to shove Felix into the box of 'just another distraction,' something gnawed at him.

 

He clicked off the video, placing his phone face down on the table, rubbing a hand over his face. He couldn't afford to be distracted, not by some pretty-faced stranger he barely knew. And yet, the pull was undeniable. Even now, as he stared at the dim room around him, he could still see Felix's eyes, hear that voice, feel the tension that crackled between them.

 

His mind wandered back to the earlier message from his insider, detailing Felix's background. There wasn't much—just enough to confirm that Felix was no ordinary kid. He had a certain spark, a boldness that intrigued Hyunjin more than he cared to admit. But Hyunjin wasn't one to let his guard down easily. He knew better than to allow anyone, especially someone like Felix, to get too close.

 

And yet... those pictures, those videos... Felix's bold, unflinching gaze. Hyunjin felt his stomach churn, not in discomfort, but in a way that made him restless, almost... excited. He clenched his fists, feeling the temptation crawl up his spine, the urge to revisit those photos, to indulge in the strange, electrifying fascination Felix ignited in him.

 

No. He couldn't let himself fall into that trap.

 

Hyunjin stood up abruptly, pacing the length of his room, trying to shake off the thoughts that clung to him like shadows. He had to stay in control. He was Hyunjin, leader of The Crows, not some lovestruck fool who got distracted by the first pretty face he encountered.

 

But as he finally sank back onto his bed, closing his eyes, Hyunjin couldn't deny the truth that lingered in the back of his mind—Felix had gotten under his skin. And the worst part was, he wasn't sure if he wanted to shake him off.

 

Hyunjin leaning back comfortably in his bed, the flickering glow of his phone the only light in the room. He felt the familiar cold confidence slip from his mind, replaced by an odd sense of vulnerability. It was strange, almost unnerving, the way Felix seemed to reach through the screen and shake the foundations of his self-control. His fingers hovered over another video, Felix singing with that deep, resonant voice, every note laced with raw intensity.

 

As he played the video, a slow, gnawing sensation curled up inside him. The sway of Felix's body, the fire in his eyes—it was all so vivid, so dangerously intoxicating. Hyunjin's heart raced, his breaths coming faster as he found himself glued to the screen, unable to look away. His skin tingled, a heat pooling low in his belly, making it difficult to ignore the simmering tension that had started to tighten his muscles.

 

He ran a hand over his face, trying to regain some semblance of control. But the temptation was relentless. His gaze drifted back to the image on his phone—Felix's sharp features, the way his lips parted when he hit a high note, the confidence that poured off him like a challenge.

 

"Damn it," Hyunjin murmured, feeling a tug he could no longer resist. He found his hand drifting downward, tracing over his stomach, fighting against the desire that was now a relentless ache.

 

But just as he was about to give in, his phone pinged with a notification, cutting through the hazy fog of his thoughts. It was a message from his right-hand man.

 

"Boss, we need to talk. Urgent update on a possible threat. Found some intel. Meet tomorrow."

 

Hyunjin sat up, snapping out of the trance. The sudden alert was like ice water thrown over him, cooling the heat in his veins. He quickly pulled his hand away, cursing under his breath. The distraction had nearly cost him, but he was the leader of The Crows—he couldn't afford slip-ups, not for anyone.

 

As he took a steadying breath, Hyunjin's mind raced, a mixture of lingering desire and sudden unease. He knew he'd crossed a line, let himself get too close, let himself feel something. But whatever was coming next, he'd have to be ready. His life—and Felix's—were now tangled in ways he hadn't anticipated.

 

And in the back of his mind, one thought pulsed like a drumbeat: whether he liked it or not, he wasn't letting Felix go. Not now. Not ever.

 

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## this seems like a total filler, but i really need some encouragements from yeorobun-Stays! lol see what i did there? hope its aight/correct ((((:

Chapter 5: Tangled Thoughts

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Felix kicked a pebble off the path as he made his way back to his flat, his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. The cool breeze carried the faint scent of rain, though it hadn't started yet. He huffed out a breath, watching it cloud in front of him in the chilled air. No matter how much he tried to focus on anything else, his mind kept circling back to one thing—one person.

 

Hyunjin.

 

His presence lingered like a stubborn melody Felix couldn't shake. The man was like a drug, pulling him back into that strange night with every step. He should've been able to shrug it off, chalk it up to a wild encounter and move on. But there was something about Hyunjin—his sharp words, those heated glances, the tension that seemed to coil between them—that kept him tangled up inside. He hadn't asked for this, hadn't planned on running into someone like him. Yet now, here he was, unable to shake the thought of Hyunjin's smirk, his piercing eyes... the way he called him kitten.

 

Felix snorted to himself as he unlocked his door and stepped inside, kicking off his shoes. "What a night," he muttered, flicking on the lights. The quiet of his apartment felt almost too still, too ordinary compared to the whirlwind that had been his life recently. He needed something to ground him, to pull him out of the fog Hyunjin seemed to wrap around his thoughts.

 

After changing into something more comfortable, Felix headed into the kitchen, his movements on autopilot as he pulled out ingredients to bake brownies—his go-to when his mind was all over the place. The rhythmic motion of mixing the batter, the smell of chocolate, it helped ease some of the buzzing in his head. He set the tray in the oven, glanced out the window, and saw the first few drops of rain tapping against the glass. Perfect weather for coffee, he thought, setting up the machine to brew a fresh pot.

 

As he waited for the coffee to finish, his phone buzzed on the counter. Felix wiped his hands on a towel before glancing down at the screen. An unknown number.

 

He hesitated. He hadn't been expecting any calls, and definitely not from an unknown number. Maybe it was a telemarketer, or worse, some random drunk dialing the wrong person. Still, something urged him to pick up. With a slight frown, he swiped to answer, bringing the phone to his ear.

 

"Hello?"

 

There was a pause, and then a familiar voice, smooth and casual but laced with something mischievous. "Oh, did I call the wrong number?"

 

Felix's eyebrows shot up. "Hyunjin?" he asked, his heart skipping a beat despite himself.

 

A low chuckle came through the line. "Hmm, seems like I dialed the right one after all."

 

Felix rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth tugged upward in a reluctant grin. "Didn't expect to hear from you. How'd you get my number?"

 

"I have my ways," Hyunjin replied, voice dripping with that usual cocky charm. "Surprised? Or maybe you were hoping I'd call."

 

Felix's sass kicked in automatically. "Oh, please," he scoffed. "What makes you think I'd be sitting around waiting for you to call?"

 

There was a brief silence on the other end, and Felix could almost picture Hyunjin's grin widening, his sharp eyes lighting up with amusement. "I dunno, maybe because you're baking brownies on a rainy day, probably thinking about me the whole time."

 

Felix froze, his pulse quickening. How the hell— He glanced over at the brownies in the oven, feeling a flush of heat crawl up his neck. "Lucky guess," he said, trying to sound unbothered.

 

Hyunjin hummed in response, the sound sending an unexpected shiver down Felix's spine. "Maybe. Or maybe I just know you better than you think." His tone was teasing, playful, but there was a darker edge beneath it, like he enjoyed knowing how much he got under Felix's skin.

 

Felix leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he stared out at the rain pattering against the window. "Don't flatter yourself," he shot back, though his voice wavered slightly. Hyunjin had a way of twisting things, making Felix's confidence shake without even trying.

 

"I'm not flattering myself. I'm just being honest," Hyunjin purred. "Anyway, what are you wearing right now, kitten?"

 

Felix almost choked on air, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question. "Excuse me?" he replied, both shocked and amused. He quickly regained his composure, his voice lowering into a playful tone. "Why, you wanna know? Thought you already knew everything about me."

 

"I'm curious," Hyunjin responded, his voice dropping a note, dangerously smooth. "And I'm sure you wouldn't mind satisfying that curiosity."

 

Felix laughed softly, shaking his head at the boldness. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" But his mind had already started racing, that familiar thrill creeping in as he considered playing along, if only to keep the upper hand. He smirked, his eyes narrowing as he leaned back against the counter. "Let's just say... I'm a little overdressed for someone making brownies. How about you? Suit and tie, I'm guessing? Or are you lounging around in your mafia gear?"

 

Hyunjin chuckled, low and sultry. "Maybe I'm not wearing anything at all."

 

Felix's heart skipped again, heat rushing through him despite himself. "Bold of you to assume I care." He tried to sound indifferent, but the spark between them crackled through the line.

 

"Are you sure about that, Felix?" Hyunjin's voice turned softer, more intimate, like a velvet whisper against his skin. "Because I can tell you're interested. I can hear it in your voice."

 

Felix bit his lip, trying not to let his mind wander too far. He wasn't about to give Hyunjin the satisfaction of knowing just how much he got under his skin. But still, the way Hyunjin played with him, the effortless flirtation, the bold teasing—it all stirred something wild inside Felix.

 

He let out a breath, deciding to throw the ball back into Hyunjin's court. "You must be really bored if you're calling me just to flirt," he quipped. "What, no mafia business to attend to tonight?"

 

Hyunjin laughed again, a deep sound that sent tingles down Felix's spine. "Maybe I'm just in the mood for something more... interesting than business." There was a pause, a heavy silence, before Hyunjin added, "Like you."

 

Felix swallowed, the heat between them suddenly intensifying over the line. It was like Hyunjin had found a crack in his defenses, slipping through with every word. But Felix wasn't about to let himself fall so easily into the trap. Not without a fight.

 

"You're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to impress me, Mr. Mafia Boss," Felix teased, his voice light but with a challenge underlying it.

 

"Oh, don't worry," Hyunjin's voice dipped into a dark promise, "I intend to."

 

Hyunjin paced slowly around his flat, phone pressed to his ear as Felix's voice flowed smoothly through the line, that deep, ocean-like tone seeping into his skin, making him shiver. Felix had been quick to respond with sass, and it was driving him wild. Most people would buckle under Hyunjin's boldness, folding into submission or fumbling for words, but not Felix. No, Felix stood his ground, flirted right back, and even dared to mock him.

 

He's built different.

 

Hyunjin found himself smirking, leaning against the kitchen counter, fingers tapping against the marble in time with the rising tension between them. He could hear the faint hum of Felix's coffee machine in the background, the soft pitter-patter of rain against the window, and then... Felix's laugh—a low, teasing chuckle that seemed to wrap itself around Hyunjin like a vice, tightening with every word that left his lips.

 

"You're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to impress me, Mr. Mafia Boss."

 

That challenge. That daring tone. Hyunjin's pulse quickened, his mind racing to keep up with the tug-of-war Felix was pulling him into. It wasn't often someone intrigued him this much. Usually, people were too predictable, too easy to control. But Felix was a puzzle—one Hyunjin wasn't sure if he wanted to solve or simply indulge in until he couldn't stop.

 

His breath hitched slightly, the sound subtle enough to be hidden in the tension of their conversation. Felix didn't miss a beat, though. It was like he could sense how much he was getting to Hyunjin, and that only fueled his boldness.

 

"You think I'm trying to impress you, kitten?" Hyunjin's voice was smooth, but he felt a flicker of something else, something less controlled, sneaking into his words. "Maybe you're the one trying to impress me. You've got that voice of yours working overtime right now."

 

Felix laughed again, and Hyunjin swore his stomach twisted in knots at the sound. It wasn't just the words—they were good, sure, but it was how Felix spoke. That deep, resonant voice, dripping with confidence and flirtation, left Hyunjin feeling... what? Nervous? Excited? It was hard to pin down.

 

Normally, Hyunjin had the upper hand in situations like this. He was the one who got into people's heads, broke down their walls, made them crave him. But Felix? Felix was standing tall, pushing back, throwing the tension right back at him without breaking a sweat.

 

His grip tightened on the phone as Felix's voice continued to hum in his ear, the teasing tone sending shivers down his spine. He was tempted—so tempted—to throw on his coat, head over to Felix's place, and sneak up on him. He imagined the surprise in Felix's eyes, that flicker of vulnerability when he caught him off-guard. But then again, Felix wasn't the type to be easily shaken, was he?

 

The idea of Felix in his world—his perfectly chaotic, dangerous world—was... intoxicating. Hyunjin found himself biting his lower lip, mind wandering through scenarios where he could explore more than just Felix's boldness. He wanted to dive in—figure out what made Felix tick, unravel every little secret he held behind that death stare and flirty grin. The temptation was strong, almost overwhelming.

 

Why can't I stop thinking about him?

 

It wasn't just the physical attraction, though Felix was gorgeous. There was something else, something pulling at him like an unseen force, making it impossible to ignore. He wasn't used to this—the feeling of being curious about someone. Felix was starting to get under his skin, and it wasn't clear if that was a good or bad thing. Was it just an obsession? Or something more? Hyunjin couldn't tell, and that uncertainty was frustrating in a way he wasn't used to.

 

His thoughts drifted back to Felix's words—how easily he flirted, how naturally he pushed back. Hyunjin wanted to project that feeling back onto him, make Felix the one obsessed. He wasn't sure if it was possible, but if anyone could do it, it was him. He smirked, knowing exactly how to play his cards.

 

"You know," Hyunjin started, his voice dropping lower, smooth like silk, "I have this way of getting into people's heads, Felix. Making them think about me even when they don't want to. You'll probably be dreaming about me tonight, whether you like it or not."

 

There was a pause on Felix's end, just long enough for Hyunjin to imagine him biting his lip, thinking of a response. Hyunjin's smirk widened, feeling the shift in power again, but this time, it felt different. He wasn't just playing a game anymore. He was projecting his own tangled obsession onto Felix, hoping it would stick, even though he wasn't entirely sure where his own thoughts ended and Felix's began.

 

Felix's voice came back, smooth but laced with sass. "You think I'm that easy to control? Dream on, Hyunjin. If anyone's getting in anyone's head, it's me. But, hey—good luck trying."

 

Hyunjin's heart skipped a beat. He didn't want to admit it, but Felix was right. He already was in Hyunjin's head, and no matter how much he tried to deny it, the idea of Felix, the thought of him sitting alone in his flat, thinking about Hyunjin just as much... it was intoxicating. Dangerous.

 

"Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy," Hyunjin replied, his voice hushed now, more intimate. "But you'll see. I always get what I want."

 

The line buzzed with silence, heavy and electric, before Felix let out a soft, amused hum. "We'll see about that."

 

Hyunjin leaned back, holding the phone loosely as Felix's last words hung in the air, that taunting, confident tone sparking something inside him. He wasn't used to this kind of bold back-and-forth. Most people crumbled, but Felix? He thrived on it, as if their flirtation was a game he enjoyed playing just as much as Hyunjin did.

 

"I always get what I want, kitten," Hyunjin repeated, his voice laced with teasing. "You better keep that in mind next time we meet."

 

He could almost hear Felix smirk on the other end. That silence, thick with unspoken tension, had become a staple in their conversations. It felt like both of them were walking on the edge, daring the other to make the next move.

 

Hyunjin grinned to himself, feeling satisfied but... restless. As much as he enjoyed toying with Felix, a strange pull tugged at him, a curiosity that hadn't gone away since their first meeting.

 

His phone buzzed again—this time, one of his men calling.

 

"Boss, you there? We need to finalize the shipment details. Are you paying attention?"

 

Hyunjin snapped out of his trance, realizing how long he'd been holding the line with Felix. He almost forgot his men were expecting his attention. Work. He had mafia business to deal with, not just some boy he'd met in a bar.

 

But before hanging up, he couldn't resist one more playful jab. "Sweet dreams, pretty. Don't think about me too much."

 

And with that, he ended the call, the smirk still playing on his lips as he shifted his focus back to reality. But even as he tried to push Felix to the back of his mind, he couldn't fully shake off the sensation. Felix had gotten under his skin, more than he cared to admit.

 

Hyunjin forced himself to concentrate. The world he controlled demanded his full attention—at least for now. He straightened his back, stepping into his role as the leader of The Crows, his sharpness returning as his mind switched back to business mode. But the temptation lingered, Felix's voice echoing in his thoughts, leaving him strangely distracted as the day unfolded.

 

On the other side of the city, Felix stared at his phone as the call ended, finally letting out a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. The tension that had coiled in his chest slowly unwound, his heart still racing from the flirtation that had only moments ago filled the air.

 

"Phew," he muttered under his breath, leaning back against his couch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

 

Hyunjin was relentless. Felix wasn't one to back down, but even he had to admit the back-and-forth between them left him feeling light-headed. That man was intoxicating, drawing him in like a gravitational force Felix couldn't seem to resist. Every conversation, every little remark—it was like Hyunjin had a direct line into his head, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

 

But now? Now Felix needed a break. He stood up, stretching his arms over his head, feeling the tension ease slightly. He walked over to his small kitchen and poured himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee. The rich scent filled the air, comforting him as he moved to grab the brownies he'd just baked.

 

A soft rain had started tapping at the window, the quiet patter soothing, though it couldn't quite drown out the thoughts swirling in his mind. With his plate of brownies in one hand and the coffee in the other, Felix made his way back to the living room. He plopped down on the couch, taking a deep sip of the warm drink, its heat grounding him.

 

He needed a distraction. Something to take his mind off of Hyunjin, off that smoldering voice and those piercing eyes that seemed to linger in his thoughts even when they were apart.

 

Grabbing the remote, Felix started scrolling through his film options, mindlessly flipping past titles. But then his thumb hovered over one movie in particular—a mafia movie. The poster caught his attention, though he wasn't sure why at first. It showed a man with raven-black hair, his back to the camera, standing against a dark cityscape.

 

No way, Felix thought, his breath catching slightly. There was something about the figure that seemed... oddly familiar. It wasn't Hyunjin, obviously. But the way the character stood, the sharp line of his posture, the black hair—the resemblance was uncanny.

 

Curiosity got the best of him. Felix pressed play.

 

The movie started with a slow introduction—a seemingly ordinary guy doing normal college stuff, attending classes, working a part-time job. Everything about him was plain, uneventful. But there was this underlying sense of something darker brewing. Felix sat up a little straighter, his focus sharpening as the plot unfolded.

 

Then came the turning point. The guy found himself caught in an accident, and there, through the smoke and chaos, a black caravan pulled up, filled with masked men wielding machine guns. The tension thickened, and Felix's eyes widened as a man with tattoos on his neck stepped out of the vehicle.

 

Felix's pulse quickened. There, walking towards the camera, was a man with raven-black hair, tattoos crawling up his neck, a sharp, dangerous aura surrounding him. His features—so strikingly similar to Hyunjin's—had Felix's breath catching in his throat.

 

"No way," Felix whispered, shifting in his seat. His stomach flipped, a weird mix of excitement and unease creeping through him. The resemblance was too strong. The sharp eyes, the cold, calculating smirk—it reminded him too much of Hyunjin. His mind whirled, the lines between fiction and reality blurring as he watched the scene unfold.

 

Felix tried to brush it off, tell himself it was just a movie, but something inside him stirred. His thoughts kept drifting back to Hyunjin—the way he spoke, the way he looked at Felix like he was a puzzle he wanted to solve, the way he flirted so easily. It was messing with his head, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

 

He shifted in his seat again, suddenly feeling the warmth of his body intensify. His heart raced, and he felt a strange heat crawl up his neck. Felix's hands gripped the edge of the couch as the movie continued, his mind replaying Hyunjin's words over and over, the tension between them still fresh in his memory.

 

Felix swallowed hard, trying to push the feeling down, but it wasn't working. The sight of the raven-haired man on-screen only fueled the fire, reminding him too much of Hyunjin. The way the actor carried himself, the way he commanded attention—it was driving Felix crazy. He could feel himself getting too invested, his pulse quickening, his thoughts racing in circles, always leading back to Hyunjin.

 

He rolled his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but his mind wouldn't let him off the hook that easily. Felix's body betrayed him, that familiar tension winding through him once more as Hyunjin's voice from earlier echoed in his head, teasing, daring him to fall deeper into the obsession that was forming between them.

 

Felix's gaze stayed glued to the screen, but his mind had long wandered away from the plot. His thoughts were filled with Hyunjin, swirling around in uncontrollable loops. The movie was just a backdrop now—just noise. It wasn't the actor's performance that had his pulse racing, but the eerie resemblance to the real-life enigma who had started haunting his thoughts: Hyunjin.

 

The tension built inside him, not just in his mind but throughout his body. He shifted in his seat, the warmth of the coffee now a forgotten memory as something more urgent simmered within. His eyes drifted down, his breath catching when he realized the tightening in his pants. He could feel the hardening pressure, the weight of his arousal making itself known. It was like a dam had broken, and all the thoughts he'd tried to suppress about Hyunjin—their flirtation, his mysterious air, the magnetic pull between them—flooded his mind.

 

He let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling faster as the images of Hyunjin's intense gaze flashed through his head, mixing with the raven-haired actor on the screen. It's just a movie, he tried to tell himself, but his body didn't seem to care. The tightness grew unbearable, and with a soft curse, Felix glanced down at the bulge in his pants. He swallowed hard, feeling the heat between his legs spike, his heart pounding in rhythm with his unrestrained thoughts.

 

His fingers twitched, hovering over the waistband of his jeans as if fighting a battle he was already losing. He leaned back on the couch, head falling against the cushions, his eyes fluttering closed as he exhaled slowly. The tension was too much, the images too vivid. All he could think about was Hyunjin—the way his voice wrapped around Felix's mind earlier, teasing him, daring him. And now, it was driving him crazy, making it harder to hold back.

 

Felix's hand finally moved, sliding down to palm himself through the fabric of his pants. A low moan slipped from his lips, unbidden, as he started to rub, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His hips shifted, trying to find more pressure, more release, but his thoughts were clouded with Hyunjin—only Hyunjin. The way his lips curved into that cocky smirk, the way he called Felix 'pretty' like it was a game, the way his eyes held a thousand secrets, one more enticing than the next.

 

"H-Hyunjin..." Felix breathed, his voice coming out as a whimper, barely above a whisper. It felt so wrong, but so right. His mind was tangled, his body betraying him as his hand pressed harder against the growing bulge. The soft moans turned into desperate whines, his body trembling with the need for release.

 

He could barely focus on the screen anymore, his vision blurred, head falling back as he arched into his own touch. His hips jerked involuntarily, and with every breath, every movement, Hyunjin's face lingered in his mind. It wasn't the actor. It was Hyunjin—only Hyunjin. His hands, his lips, his voice, all of it was wrapped around Felix's thoughts, pulling him deeper into his own desire.

 

Felix bit his lip, trying to stifle a louder moan, but it slipped out anyway, echoing in the small space of his living room. His free hand gripped the edge of the couch as his body began to tremble, the heat pooling in his stomach, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the tension built to an unbearable peak. His mind was hazy, lost in the fantasy of Hyunjin—his dominance, his teasing words, his powerful presence, all wrapped up in Felix's overwhelming need.

 

Just as he felt the tension snapping, something prickled at the edge of his awareness. His eyes flickered open for a moment, his breath hitching as a strange sensation washed over him—a feeling like he was being watched. His gaze darted to the window, but all he saw was the faint reflection of his own flushed face. His heart pounded harder. Am I imagining things? he wondered, but the feeling of someone's eyes on him remained.

 

He hesitated, his hand slowing, but the tension inside him was too far gone to stop. Felix let his head fall back again, unable to fight it anymore. His body craved release, and his mind was too tangled in the idea of Hyunjin to care about anything else.

 

His hands moved faster, his hips jerking into his own touch as his breathing became ragged. "Hyunjin..." Felix moaned louder this time, the name spilling out from the deepest part of his desire. His thoughts were consumed by the mafia leader, by the tension between them that only seemed to grow stronger every time they crossed paths.

 

Just as he felt himself tipping over the edge, his body trembling with the release he'd been chasing, that same sensation of being watched flickered through him again. His eyes opened lazily, scanning the room, but his vision was blurred, clouded by the intensity of his arousal and exhaustion. The rain outside the window was now just a steady hum, the dim light casting shadows in his apartment.

 

Felix blinked, his body going limp as the tension finally broke, his chest rising and falling as he lay there, panting softly. The sensation of being watched faded, leaving him in a strange haze, his mind still buzzing with thoughts of Hyunjin. He tried to shake the feeling, but exhaustion washed over him, and before he knew it, his eyes fluttered closed.

 

Meanwhile, from the shadows outside, a figure stood still, watching. Hyunjin, hidden in the dim light, felt his own pulse racing as he observed Felix through the window. His throat tightened, the sight of Felix, lost in pleasure, sending shockwaves through him. He'd tried to push these thoughts away, to focus on his work, but he'd failed.

 

And now, as he stood there, staring at Felix's form through the glass, he realized he might have crossed a line he could never uncross.

 

Hyunjin's breath hitched. He couldn't look away. The temptation was overwhelming. But for now, he would keep his distance, just observing, even if the sight in front of him stirred something dangerous deep within.

 

Felix stirred slightly on the couch, a small, satisfied sigh leaving his lips, but he remained unaware of Hyunjin's presence. As the rain fell harder outside, and Felix drifted into sleep, Hyunjin finally turned away, slipping into the night, leaving behind more questions than answers.

 

******

 

p.s. sorry guys for keeping you waiting, i was just in some tangled thoughts just like this chapter's title lol, but all in all, hope y'all enjoy reading these.

 

p.s. 2 also i try to keep the chapters long, and i will update couple chapters at a time, hope y'all stick around and maybe help my story grow a bit more please? share, like, comment, support me as much as you want, i already appreciate whoever's reading this, and please tell me if it's any good so far, i feel like it's too cliche of a plot, but i try to keep it spicy? (;

Chapter 6: Infatuation

⚠️⚠️⚠️ ( AGAIN warning: this chapter contains some sexual content, so dont read if you're not comfy with it, dont at me later cuz im just warning ya on spot!) ⚠️⚠️⚠️

 

 

 

 

Hyunjin stepped into his apartment, the dim lighting doing little to soothe the storm raging inside him. His head was spinning, heart still racing from the scene he'd just witnessed at Felix's flat. It had felt surreal—like something out of his own twisted fantasy—but he knew deep down it had been real. Every moment, every movement of Felix's body, the way his lips had parted, the unmistakable way his name had spilled from Felix's mouth even though he hadn't heard it. He'd read those lips. He was certain.

 

Hyunjin rubbed the back of his neck, pacing across the living room, trying to shake the image out of his head. It clung to him, a weight that settled in his chest, one he couldn't just shrug off. Fuck... He cursed under his breath. His mind flashed back to Felix, the way his body arched, the desperate, needy look on his face as he tried to control his pleasure. And he'd been thinking about him—moaning for him.

 

Hyunjin's chest tightened. He felt turned on in a way that made him almost uneasy, his control slipping away like sand between his fingers. He tried to shake it off, telling himself it was just the exhaustion of the day messing with him, that the sight of Felix had triggered something primal. But the ache between his legs told him otherwise. He could feel the strain, the heat building inside him, as his mind replayed those moments over and over again.

 

With a frustrated growl, Hyunjin made his way to the bathroom. He needed to clear his head. Fast. A cold shower would do the trick—had to do the trick. He stripped off his clothes except his boxer, letting them fall haphazardly onto the floor as he stepped under the water. The initial shock of the cold spray hit his skin, jolting his senses, but it did little to wash away the vivid images of Felix in his head.

 

He leaned forward, resting his forearm against the cool tiles, head hanging down as the water cascaded over him. His muscles ached from the tension, his mind unable to focus on anything else but the way Felix had looked so vulnerable, so needy, so fucking irresistible.

 

Get it together, Hyunjin tried to tell himself, shaking his head under the stream of water, but every second made it worse. The heat pooled lower in his body, tightening. His free hand slipped to his stomach, brushing over his abs, water dripping down his skin. The ache in his boxer was undeniable now, pulsing and growing with each image that flashed in his mind.

 

His fingers flexed, curling into a fist against the tile as he fought the urge to give in. He could still see Felix, the way his lips had parted, his chest heaving with each breath. Hyunjin's grip on the tile tightened, his body shaking as he tried to push it all out of his head. But it was too much. He couldn't ignore the growing desire, the undeniable urge to release the tension that Felix had so easily ignited inside him.

 

With a groan of frustration, Hyunjin's hand slipped lower, brushing over the bulge in his boxer. His breath hitched, the sensation sending a shiver through his body. Fuck, why does it have to be him? His fingers pressed harder against the fabric, and a low moan escaped his lips before he could stop it. He cursed Felix under his breath, his name slipping out like a growl, but the heat building inside him refused to be ignored.

 

The water streamed over his body, his mind clouded by the memory of Felix's whines, his moans, the way he'd looked so desperate for release. Hyunjin let out a soft curse, his hands trembling as they moved over the fabric of his boxer, fingers sliding down to grip himself fully.

 

"Felix..." His voice was barely above a whisper, but the sound of his name on Hyunjin's lips sent a shudder through his body. The feeling was overwhelming, too strong to fight anymore. He let his hand move faster, the friction sparking a wave of pleasure that only seemed to heighten with every stroke.

 

Hyunjin's head fell back against the tiles, his lips parting as he moaned softly, his hand gripping tighter around his bulge. It felt like he was losing control, and for once, he didn't care. The hot water poured over him, mingling with the sweat that beaded on his skin as his body trembled from the overwhelming desire. All he could think about was Felix—how his lips had moved, how his body had squirmed on that couch, how his voice had probably sounded moaning Hyunjin's name.

 

His free hand reached out, bracing himself against the wall as he started to stroke himself harder, faster. The ache in his body intensified, and with every moan that escaped his lips, Felix's image grew clearer in his mind. Hyunjin cursed under his breath, his breathing ragged as the tension inside him coiled tighter.

 

He could feel it now—the release he craved, the release that Felix had ignited inside him. His hips bucked slightly into his hand, the pressure building so fast he barely had time to catch his breath. "F-Fuck... Felix..." Hyunjin groaned, the sound of the name pushing him further, until he couldn't hold back anymore.

 

His moans echoed off the bathroom walls, mixing with the sound of the shower as his body jerked forward, his hand moving in rhythm with the pulse of pleasure that consumed him. He was too far gone, the image of Felix pushing him over the edge as his body tensed and finally, with a broken moan, he found his release.

 

Hyunjin leaned heavily against the wall, panting, the hot water still beating down on him, but it wasn't enough to wash away the feeling—the raw desire that still lingered. Felix had gotten under his skin in a way Hyunjin couldn't explain. The tension between them, the way Felix had pushed back against him, had gotten him hooked.

 

But as Hyunjin stood there, catching his breath, he realized something even more unsettling. It wasn't just about the physical attraction anymore. This was different. And that, more than anything, scared him.

 

Hyunjin closed his eyes, the water still running over his body, but all he could see, all he could think about, was Felix.

 

After being so frustrated with himself without being able to get over it any time soon, Hyunjin finally stepped out of the shower, the water no longer able to cool the heat that still burned inside him. He stripped off the last of his clothes, glaring down at the mess he'd made. A frustrated sigh escaped him as he discarded his boxers, cursing himself under his breath for letting things get so out of hand. It was ridiculous—the effect Felix had on him, the way that one boy had unraveled his control with nothing more than a look and that damn tempting mouth of his. Felix had practically performed a show just by existing, and here he was, falling into that allure like an amateur.

 

Hyunjin threw on a pair of fresh boxers and a shirt, trying to shake off the lingering haze. He ran a hand through his damp hair as he made his way to his bedroom, mind racing with frustration. He opened his phone, sending a quick message to his bodyguards to tighten up tomorrow's schedule, throwing in a few more meetings to crowd his day. He needed a distraction—anything to shake Felix from his thoughts.

 

And yet, in the back of his mind, Felix lingered like a ghost, his smirk flashing back in quick, dizzying memories. The kid had an attitude, a confidence that infuriated Hyunjin to no end. But damn it, if that wasn't part of the attraction. Hyunjin sighed, leaning back against his bed, his mind struggling to settle. "Enough, Hyunjin," he muttered to himself, forcing his eyes shut, willing the boy out of his head. Tomorrow, he resolved. Tomorrow he'd have a tight schedule—one that would leave no room for lingering fantasies or tempting thoughts.

 

Meanwhile, across the city, Felix lay sprawled across his couch, the cool night air breezing through the room. Slowly, he blinked awake, feeling groggy as he realized he must've passed out during the movie. The TV was still on, casting a faint glow across the room, but the film had long ended, leaving only the quiet hum of the screen as background noise.

 

Felix shifted to sit up, noticing the mess of his own doing—a clear reminder of the way his thoughts had spiraled into wild, forbidden places before he drifted off. He cursed softly, the embarrassment flooding back as he replayed the memory of his own desperation. Over him... really, Felix? he thought, scoffing as he ran a hand over his face. All that over a guy who thought he owned everything in sight, that bratty confidence that seemed to say he could control everyone and everything. Felix cursed under his breath, standing up and trudging to the bathroom, muttering as he went. "Rich, cocky, bossy..." he trailed off, brushing his teeth with a vengeance, determined to scrub any trace of Hyunjin from his mind.

 

But even as he stood there, glaring at his own reflection, the night's events looped in his head. He wanted to hate the guy, forget every single smug look and dark gaze Hyunjin had thrown his way. But with every attempt to banish him from his mind, his thoughts circled back, leaving him more tangled and frustrated than before.

 

Felix closed his eyes, pressing his hands against the sink as he exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow, he'd dive into his classes, his music, anything to clear his head. He'd put this whole strange pull out of his mind and go back to life without this magnetic chaos.

 

But as he stood there in the silence, a soft, nagging feeling remained—a feeling he couldn't shake.

 

*****

 

The next morning, Felix's day unfolded as normally as it could. Classes filled his mind with distractions, though every so often, an unruly thought of last night would worm its way back in, reminding him of just how absurd his infatuation with a certain bratty mafia leader had become. But by the time the afternoon rolled around, his hunger pangs grew louder than his internal dialogue. He had a two-hour break before his next lecture and, despite typically avoiding heavy lunches, he decided a quick coffee and donuts with his friend Nick might be just the thing he needed.

 

As they strolled through the bustling streets, Felix focused on the sights around him. Tall glass buildings, pristine designer storefronts, and the polished atmosphere of central Seoul passed them by. They joked about classes, gossiped about a few shared friends, and tossed around theories on the new professor's social life, laughing as they went. Eventually, they arrived at Mystical, a modest coffee shop with an unassuming sign hanging above the entrance. It was close to Inferno, that same club where he'd stumbled into Hyunjin's world just days ago. Felix felt a pang of something strange—both a slight embarrassment and a flicker of excitement—as the memory surfaced. He shook his head quickly, shrugging it off before stepping inside with Nick.

 

They found a quiet corner to chat, with Felix grumbling lightly about student budgets and overpriced coffee, though the warmth of the space eased him as they sipped and ate, enjoying the brief pause in their day. Nick leaned in, whispering conspiratorially about a new dating scandal on campus, and Felix snickered, glad to be distracted for a moment from his own.

 

Meanwhile, just blocks away, Hyunjin leaned against the tinted window of his sleek black car, deep in thought. He'd wrapped up most of his duties early today and needed a break, but the idea of heading to Inferno at this hour sounded more trouble than it was worth. Instead, a coffee sounded just right. He tapped his cigarette lighter, sparking up the cigarette between his fingers, taking a drag as he stared out over the crowded street. His driver pulled up just outside Mystical, a small coffee shop he'd only heard of in passing.

 

As he entered, his gaze drifted over the shop's quirky interior, taking in the mismatched chairs and eclectic décor. The name felt almost ridiculous to him, as if it were some grand, mythical place when, really, it was just a standard coffee shop. Still, he chuckled to himself at the thought and took a moment to breathe in the rich aroma of coffee around him. It was refreshing to step away from his usual spaces. But then, as he walked further inside, he caught sight of someone familiar—a certain figure seated near the back, lost in conversation with another guy.

 

Felix. His pulse quickened involuntarily, a blend of intrigue and irritation settling over him. Just seeing him here, laughing and relaxed, was both oddly gratifying and maddening, after everything that had unfolded the night before. Careful not to draw attention, Hyunjin slipped into a booth with his back facing Felix, making sure his posture and attire wouldn't catch his eye. He let his gaze flicker toward Felix, trying to mask his intrigue behind a neutral expression.

 

Felix's friend, however, noticed Hyunjin's arrival almost immediately, nudging Felix under the table as he practically drooled over the stranger across the room. "Do you see that guy?" Nick whispered, eyes wide with admiration. "I mean, how can anyone look that good?"

 

Felix glanced in the direction Nick subtly pointed, his interest feigned with a roll of his eyes. Nick's enthusiasm was a bit much, especially since Felix knew all too well the allure of a dark-eyed stranger and the problems they came with. He tried to shake off Nick's comment with a smirk. "Oh, please, Nick. There are a million guys in this city who look just like that," he said, dismissive, though his gaze involuntarily lingered on the back of the suited man in question.

 

Something in the stranger's aura felt familiar, a sense of command and calm that was unmistakably Hyunjin-like. But Felix quickly pushed the thought aside, reminding himself he was better off not thinking about him, let alone imagining him here.

 

Unbeknownst to Felix, two of Hyunjin's bodyguards had followed him into the café, slipping in to sit quietly at a table near the window. Their presence was discreet, a quiet assurance that their boss was covered, yet no one would suspect a thing. They gave no acknowledgment of Hyunjin or Felix, blending into the background as they ordered their own drinks.

 

Hyunjin kept a careful eye on Felix, subtly watching the animated way he talked and laughed, the way he'd throw his head back when Nick said something particularly funny. It was infuriating how even the simplest gestures from Felix seemed to captivate him.

 

As Felix and Nick enjoyed their afternoon coffee, Felix tried to stay attentive to his friend's gossip, but Hyunjin's smirk and fierce gaze kept slipping back into his mind, making him zone out intermittently. He scolded himself each time, reminding himself that he had a life to focus on, one that didn't involve a brooding, mafia-affiliated enigma in red silk.

 

Without a second thought, Hyunjin motioned for the waitress and slid his card across the table, speaking quietly. "I'd like to pay for the table in the corner, the one with the two students." He paused, pulling a pen from his jacket pocket and scribbling a quick note on the napkin that the waitress handed him. He'd written it quickly, the words forming in his mind as easily as they'd rolled off his tongue: "You're strangely on my radar. Next time, maybe you'll recognize me, kitten." He handed it over with a subtle smirk and leaned back, satisfied with his stealth.

 

Then he quickly tucked the napkin away, his lips curling in a slight smile. He finished his coffee, threw a lingering glance in Felix's direction, and strode out of Mystical, his exit as silent as his entrance. Felix, blissfully unaware of the note's existence, continued to listen to Nick's excited chatter.

 

"Honestly, I'll bet he's, like, a model or something. There's no way someone that gorgeous isn't famous," Nick said with a slight pout, recounting Hyunjin's mysterious aura to Felix. "And don't even get me started on the suit. Guys like that know they're hot, you know?"

 

Felix rolled his eyes, brushing Nick off, though a small smirk escaped him. He knew better than to linger on Hyunjin's image, even if his pulse had involuntarily picked up at Nick's words.

 

Then, the waitress approached with a warm smile, setting down the folded note next to Felix. "Courtesy of the gentleman who just left," she said, nodding in the direction of the door before heading back to the counter.

 

"Wait, what?" Felix muttered, frowning as he unfolded the napkin. His friend peered over with raised brows, eagerly waiting to see the contents. Felix hesitated before finally glancing down.

 

"You're strangely on my radar. Next time, maybe you'll recognize me, kitten."

 

The words seemed to melt off the napkin and straight into his brain, each syllable more teasing and deliberate than the last. He swallowed, feeling his pulse spike in an unsettling mixture of thrill and shock. Nick leaned in, reading over his shoulder.

 

"Oh my god, Felix! That's..." Nick's face flushed with excitement, a stark contrast to the confusion flooding Felix's mind. "Who leaves a message like that? That's almost...dangerously hot."

 

Felix's expression tightened as he fought to keep calm, his face betraying none of the surprise twisting in his stomach. Hastily, he tucked the note into his pocket, trying to play it cool as he shrugged. "Probably just some random trying to be mysterious," he mumbled, though his tone lacked conviction.

 

Nick gave him a dubious look but shrugged it off, returning to their conversation. Felix tried to focus on his friend, but the message tugged insistently at the back of his mind. He turned over every detail of Hyunjin's aura and demeanor, his memory aligning perfectly with Nick's description.

 

After a few more minutes, Felix couldn't take it any longer. "Actually, I think I need some air," he said, forcing a smile before excusing himself.

 

Without sparing another glance at the café, he rushed into the busy streets, scanning the sidewalks and intersections with a frantic energy, looking like a man on a mission—or perhaps, a chase.

 

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The disappointment still lingered in Felix's chest as he walked back into his last class, seating himself with a deliberate silence, his thoughts tangled around Hyunjin. While the lecture droned on, his mind drifted to the note, the mysterious aura of the man who had slipped into his life like a shadow and lodged himself firmly in his mind. He knew he should be focusing on the class, on anything but Hyunjin, but the thought of him—dark, enigmatic, and frustratingly alluring—refused to fade. There was something about him that pulled Felix in, like a magnetic force beyond his control, and a part of him wasn't sure he wanted to resist.

 

By the time class finally ended, Felix felt both restless and exhilarated. He slipped his earphones in, selecting a playlist filled with classics he could lose himself in as he made his way home. With the soft melodies pouring into his ears, he tried mentally choreographing to the slower tunes, shifting his focus to contemporary dance. Each beat, each lyrical phrase had a rhythm he wanted to capture in movement, something that let him stay grounded in his art, away from Hyunjin's persistent memory.

 

But as he rounded the corner to his street, his mind betrayed him, flickering back to that folded note tucked carefully away in his pocket. The words, as strange and cryptic as they were, clung to him with their raw edge: "Next time, maybe you'll recognize me, kitten." He let out a quiet, frustrated laugh, sliding off his backpack once inside his flat. After kicking off his shoes, he sank onto the couch, retrieving the note and unfolding it slowly, studying it again with the same unshakable curiosity and a tinge of thrill.

 

Staring at it for nearly a minute, he eventually sighed, pulling out his phone in a half-hearted attempt to solve the mystery. He scrolled through his recent calls, landing on the unknown number from a few nights back. For a moment, he entertained the idea of calling it—hoping he could somehow trace this shadow of a man. But as he tried, his phone returned nothing but dead ends. Of course, he thought, mentally face-palming, what was I expecting?

 

Meanwhile, Hyunjin's bodyguards received the security alert, immediately contacting him about the number's exposure. Yet, the call was unnecessary. Hyunjin was already standing a mere hundred feet from Felix's door, his smirk widening as he confirmed he was aware of the "risk." He chuckled as he ended the call, slipping further into the shadows just outside Felix's flat. In a quiet thrill, he realized how much he'd broken his own promise to stay away from Felix. It was as if the distance he'd vowed to maintain only made his draw to Felix sharper, like two opposite poles, bound to meet despite logic and reason.

 

As he watched Felix's silhouette moving inside, he toyed with the idea of leaving—but the urge to see Felix's reaction to his arrival grew. His thoughts wandered back to last night's forbidden sight, that raw, unfiltered vulnerability Felix had shown, unknowingly, through the window. And now, here he was, again testing the invisible boundaries he'd set.

 

Finally, he stepped forward, his footsteps soft as he approached the door. He raised his hand, hesitating for the briefest second, then rang the bell, the soft chime of it almost drowned by the rustling trees outside. He turned his back just as he heard Felix's footsteps approaching the door.

 

Felix swung it open, curious yet unsuspecting, his eyes narrowing as he took in the tall, dark figure, clothed in black from head to toe. It took a heartbeat for him to recognize the aura, the unmistakable silhouette that had haunted his dreams and waking thoughts alike. Felix swallowed, his pulse picking up as he took in the perfect arch of Hyunjin's shoulders, the way he stood with that controlled elegance, a hint of daring mischief emanating from him even before he turned.

 

Hyunjin pivoted slowly, his gaze meeting Felix's with an intensity that made the space between them feel charged. A single red rose hung loosely between his fingers, a subtle twist of charm that caught Felix off guard, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly masked his surprise.

 

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" Felix managed, aiming for a dry, unimpressed tone, though his curiosity and intrigue shone through in his eyes. The sight of the rose felt oddly intimate, something so unexpected yet fitting coming from someone as unpredictable as Hyunjin.

 

Hyunjin's lips curved into a small, confident smirk. "I like to keep you on your toes." His voice was low, each word slipping out in a soft, taunting rhythm that sent an involuntary shiver down Felix's spine.

 

Without breaking eye contact, Hyunjin offered the rose, the delicate crimson petals contrasting sharply with his dark attire. Felix accepted it hesitantly, the thrill of it making his pulse race, though he hid it behind a carefully nonchalant expression.

 

"What brings you here, anyway?" Felix asked, raising an eyebrow as he held the rose up, examining it as if unimpressed. "You lost on your way to one of your high-stakes meetings or something?"

 

Hyunjin chuckled softly, leaning in just slightly, his gaze never wavering. "Oh, kitten, I never lose my way. Especially not when I'm exactly where I intended to be."

 

Felix's breath caught, but he masked it with a quick roll of his eyes, clutching the rose a little tighter. "You know, I don't appreciate being stalked."

 

"Stalked?" Hyunjin feigned a wounded expression, his tone teasing. "So dramatic. But... if it's you, I'll admit to being tempted."

 

Felix scoffed, looking away as he fought the smile tugging at his lips. "Well, don't let it happen again," he muttered, his tone betraying the excitement simmering beneath his words. Hyunjin's mere presence seemed to heighten every sense, every nerve ending.

 

Hyunjin leaned back, slipping his hands into his pockets, his gaze softening, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "You seem to forget that you're just as much on my radar as I am on yours."

 

With that, he took a step back, casting one last look at Felix, the mischievous curve of his lips hinting at a promise, one that left Felix standing in the doorway, heart racing, a thousand questions swirling in his mind.

 

And then Hyunjin was gone, his silhouette swallowed by the shadows, leaving Felix standing there, rose in hand, a slight flush coloring his cheeks.

 

 

 

 

p.s. also tell me what you think? is it doing any good?? also something im wondering, y'all want a halloween-themed chapter exclusively for the day coming ahead?

Chapter 7: Whispers and Shadows

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Felix's heart pounded, a mixture of curiosity and defiance fueling his next move. He watched Hyunjin's silhouette disappear down the hallway but couldn't just let him go, not without a proper send-off.

 

Feigning a nonchalant tone, Felix called out, "Leaving so soon? Didn't take you for someone who just shows up, drops a note, and vanishes like a ghost." He crossed his arms, a sly smile curving his lips as he leaned casually against the doorframe. "But I guess that's what people who can't handle rejection do."

 

Hyunjin stopped mid-step, and a glint of intrigue sparked in his dark eyes as he glanced back, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. Slowly, he turned to face Felix fully, one eyebrow arched. "Pardon?" His voice carried a tone so laced with amusement and challenge that Felix had to suppress a shiver.

 

He shrugged, looking Hyunjin up and down with a half-bored expression. "Well, I just assumed you had the guts to stick around a bit longer. But if you're really that scared, no hard feelings." Felix threw in an extra smirk, the daring glint in his eyes hard to miss. "Then again, if you were serious about...staying, I suppose I'd let you in. Wouldn't want you out in the cold, looking all...desperate."

 

Hyunjin's laughter was low and dark, echoing softly in the empty corridor as he slowly approached. He stopped close enough that Felix felt the heat radiating off him, his scent intoxicating, like a dangerous lure. He leaned in, his voice a mere whisper as he replied, "Desperate, hmm? Let's get something straight, kitten." He tilted his head, letting his eyes rove over Felix with an intensity that made him blush despite himself. "I can know everything there is to know about you with a snap of my fingers. Address, family history, what you had for breakfast last Thursday... It's all accessible to me. But I'm here, at your door." His lips twisted into a lazy smile. "Make of that what you will."

 

"Oh?" Felix managed, his heart pounding even as he matched Hyunjin's gaze. He uncrossed his arms, folding his hands casually into his pockets, and turned slightly, gesturing toward the inside of his place. "Well then, come on in. Unless you're worried about crossing that line."

 

As Hyunjin chuckled, a low, seductive sound, he stepped inside Felix's flat, his dark eyes flicking over the space. The moment he crossed the threshold, Felix felt a ripple of anticipation race through him. Hyunjin's presence was electric, like a storm rolling in, and Felix fought to maintain his composure.

 

"Nice place you have here," Hyunjin remarked, his tone casual yet teasing as he surveyed the modern décor. His gaze lingered on the small statues of Greek gods and muses strategically placed around the room. "Very artsy. I suppose it suits your colorful personality. Or should I say, your sweet side?" He turned to face Felix, a playful glint in his eye that sent heat pooling low in Felix's stomach.

 

Felix couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed casually. "Thanks. I try to keep things interesting. Unlike some people who prefer their lives all black and white." His voice dripped with mock innocence as he stepped closer, a spark of mischief dancing in his gaze. "But then again, it makes sense you'd like to keep things...dark."

 

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh? You think you've figured me out? Just because I'm dressed in black doesn't mean I'm not colorful in my own way." He took a few steps deeper into the flat, his presence dominating the space, and Felix couldn't help but feel like a moth drawn to the flame that was Hyunjin.

 

"Sure, if by colorful you mean brooding," Felix quipped back, his voice light yet edged with challenge. "But I can appreciate a good dark vibe. It adds...depth, don't you think?" He felt the tension simmering between them, thickening the air as if it were a living thing.

 

Hyunjin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're bold, I'll give you that. But maybe that's what I find most intriguing about you." He pushed off the wall and approached Felix, deliberately invading his space, closing the distance between them. "Tell me, what does it take to really get to know you, kitten? What's behind those sweet smiles and sassy remarks?"

 

Felix felt a thrill run through him, but he refused to let it show. He tilted his chin up defiantly, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "You'll have to stick around to find out. Care for some tea or coffee?" He turned to the kitchen, trying to ease the simmering tension by shifting gears. "I promise I have a pretty good blend. It's not all art and statues here; I can whip up a mean cup of something warm."

 

"A bitter coffee sounds perfect," Hyunjin replied, his voice smooth, teasing. "I wouldn't expect anything less from someone with your artistic flair. Sweet, colorful coffee seems more your style." He leaned against the counter beside Felix, their shoulders brushing, the warmth radiating from Hyunjin's body almost overwhelming.

 

Felix's breath hitched slightly, but he maintained his composure. "Well, I guess you can call me a contradiction then. Sweet on the outside, maybe a little bitter on the inside." He turned to prepare the coffee, purposely keeping his back to Hyunjin to steady himself. The lingering memory of last night's events flashed in his mind: the way they had both danced around each other, the tension thick and palpable.

 

Hyunjin watched him intently, the playful banter only sharpening the atmosphere around them. "I like a little bitterness," he mused, leaning closer as Felix fumbled with the coffee maker. "Adds a bit of spice to life, don't you think? You're a lot more interesting than I expected."

 

Felix poured hot water over the coffee grounds, letting the rich aroma fill the air. "Interesting is one way to put it," he replied, keeping his tone light as he tried to disguise the nervous flutter in his chest. "I mean, who wouldn't find it intriguing that a mafia boss is casually hanging out at an art student's flat?" He poured Hyunjin's coffee into a sleek black cup and turned to hand it to him, their fingers brushing against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through the air.

 

Hyunjin took the cup, his gaze lingering on Felix's face. "And who wouldn't find it fascinating that a bratty art student has piqued the interest of someone like me?" he shot back, his eyes dark with intention. "But I'm sure you know that already, don't you?"

 

Felix felt the heat rise to his cheeks again, but he refused to back down. "Maybe I'm just as interested in you, then. But let's not pretend you're the only one with a few tricks up your sleeve." He leaned back against the counter, arms folded again, challenging him. "You say you can have access to all my secrets, but can you handle what you find?"

 

Hyunjin took a sip of his coffee, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "Oh, I can handle it. It's you I'm not so sure about." He stepped closer again, the teasing edge to his voice sending shivers down Felix's spine. "What if you find that I'm more than just a pretty face in a dark suit?"

 

Felix laughed softly, the tension between them thickening even further. "Then I guess we'll just have to keep testing those boundaries, won't we?"

 

They settled into an unspoken challenge, the air around them charged with the thrill of competition. As Felix turned to grab his own cup, he could feel Hyunjin's gaze lingering on him, the intensity almost palpable. He was drawn in by the mystery that surrounded the man standing in his kitchen, and every teasing word they exchanged only deepened the magnetic pull between them.

 

But the lingering memories of the night before were still fresh, each stolen glance and playful jab stirring the tension in the air. Felix found himself wanting to explore this dynamic further, to unravel the layers of Hyunjin's intrigue, even as a part of him hesitated to dive too deep.

 

Finally, Felix broke the simmering silence, his voice laced with a teasing undertone. "So, what now? We just stand here and sip our drinks like we're not both thinking about... whatever it is we're pretending doesn't exist?" His boldness lingered in the air, crackling with unspoken tension, leaving him intrigued by the enigmatic man standing before him.

 

Hyunjin's smirk widened, his dark eyes glimmering with mischief and something deeper. "I suppose that's the question, isn't it? Or are you too afraid to find out what else might happen?" His tone dripped with challenge, as he leaned in slightly, closing the gap between them, the faintest trace of vulnerability flickering behind his confident façade.

 

Felix rolled his eyes playfully, trying to mask the rush of excitement coursing through him at Hyunjin's boldness. "I'm not afraid of anything," he shot back, meeting Hyunjin's gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "Especially not of you." He took a step closer, feeling the heat radiate between them, the air thick with possibilities.

 

Hyunjin's breath hitched imperceptibly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as Felix boldly closed the distance. The tension was electric, a tightrope stretched between them, and both men danced on the edge, daring each other to take the plunge. Felix leaned in just a fraction more, teasingly challenging Hyunjin's control, feeling the intoxicating thrill of the game they were playing.

 

"Really?" Hyunjin replied, the teasing tone in his voice only heightening the palpable atmosphere. "Because from where I'm standing, you seem pretty fascinated by the dark and dangerous type." His confidence was unwavering, yet Felix could sense a slight hitch in Hyunjin's breath, a subtle sign of the powerful magnetism pulling them together.

 

Felix couldn't help the smirk that danced on his lips. "Fascinated? Maybe. But I'd say you're the one who seems a bit... captivated." He stepped even closer, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from Hyunjin's body, the intoxicating scent of him mixing with the aroma of coffee, creating a heady concoction that sent Felix's pulse racing. "Careful, or you might just end up lost in the charm of a simple college kid."

 

A flicker of uncertainty passed through Hyunjin's eyes, and for a moment, Felix thought he had caught him off guard. But the moment was fleeting, as Hyunjin straightened himself, adopting a more authoritative stance. "Simple? You? I'd say you're anything but." He watched Felix with an intensity that made Felix's skin tingle, the tension in the air thickening like fog.

 

Felix could see the conflict in Hyunjin's expression, and it only emboldened him further. He took another step closer, their bodies almost touching now. "If you're so curious about what I'm like, why not come closer? Maybe then you'll really find out what's behind the sweet façade." The invitation was laced with a teasing undertone, a game of dominance they were both determined to play.

 

Hyunjin's breath caught in his throat, and for a brief second, the usual confidence flickered as he felt the rush of Felix's playful challenge. The allure of the college kid before him was intoxicating, and Hyunjin found himself drawn to the youthful spirit radiating from Felix. "You're bold, I'll give you that," he replied, his voice low and smooth, yet it trembled ever so slightly. "But don't think I'll let you get away with charming me too easily."

 

Felix grinned, sensing the shift in power as he leaned in closer, invading Hyunjin's space. "Maybe I don't want you to get away with it," he murmured, a playful challenge lacing his tone. "Perhaps I want to see just how far we can push each other."

 

As the atmosphere thickened around them, both men felt the tug-of-war of dominance. They stood their ground, the air charged with unspoken desires, each one daring the other to make the first move. It was a dangerous dance, and Felix reveled in the thrill of it all.

 

"I wonder how you'd handle a little chaos, then," Hyunjin teased, his lips curling into a half-smile. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "What if I were to say I want to stay a little longer tonight? Just to see what kind of chaos you can whip up."

 

Felix raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance as he bit back a grin. "You think you can just waltz in here and claim my space?" he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest, a gesture of defiance that only added to the tension simmering between them. "You're welcome to stay, but I won't make it easy for you."

 

Hyunjin chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. "I wouldn't expect anything less. But let's be real; you wouldn't want me to leave just yet." There was a glimmer of something in his eyes, an unspoken understanding that this back-and-forth was only beginning.

 

Felix couldn't deny the thrill of having Hyunjin lingering at his threshold, the idea of him spending the night sending butterflies racing through his stomach. "You might just be surprised at how well I can hold my own." He leaned against the counter, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Just know that I won't be going easy on you, Hyunjin."

 

"Trust me, I wouldn't want you to," he replied smoothly, his confidence returning as he took a small step back, giving Felix a taste of distance only to draw him back in with his words. "But I think you underestimate how much I enjoy a challenge."

 

As the weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, Hyunjin let his phone buzz softly in his pocket, the distraction a brief reprieve from the magnetic pull between them. He glanced at the screen, seeing a message from one of his bodyguards, alerting him to stay vigilant tonight. His mind briefly flickered to the danger of his position and the oddity of his fascination with a college student, but the thrill of being here, teasing Felix, was far more enticing.

 

Hyunjin's fingers danced over his phone screen as he replied, instructing his guards to remain on high alert but not intervene unless absolutely necessary. "I'll be fine," he sent back, knowing his men would be perplexed by his desire to remain close to Felix, a kid he'd met just days ago. But there was something about Felix that drew him in, something intoxicating that made the risks feel worth it.

 

Returning his focus to Felix, he raised an eyebrow, his smirk playful and challenging. "So, if I were to stay, what exactly would you have planned for us? More of this lovely banter?"

 

Felix leaned in closer again, their bodies almost brushing. "Oh, I have plenty of plans. A movie, maybe? I'm sure you'd enjoy the view." His voice dropped to a sultry whisper, the invitation laced with undeniable heat.

 

"Is that so?" Hyunjin replied, his breath hitching ever so slightly at the implication. "What kind of view are we talking about?" He leaned in closer, his voice low and inviting, the tension between them coiling tighter with each passing second.

 

Felix bit his lip, feeling emboldened by the proximity. "The kind that involves a very charming mafia boss getting lost in the chaos of a little college kid's world." He smirked, drawing back just enough to gauge Hyunjin's reaction, a hint of boldness in his voice.

 

Hyunjin's heart raced, his thoughts momentarily scattered by the playful challenge. "Then I suppose I'm in for quite a night."

 

As the minutes stretched on, both men found themselves caught in the magnetic pull of the evening, a dangerous dance of teasing, flirting, and unspoken attraction that left them breathless. Each word, each glance, each brush of their bodies only intensified the heat swirling around them, wrapping them in an intoxicating spell. The night was still young, and neither was ready to back down.

 

 

 

 

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Sorry everyone, this chapter would be a bit of a filler chapter rather a real long ass one lol, just adding up to the spice for the future chapters to come hahahaaaa... 😈😈😈

Chapter 8: Veiled Obsession

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The low hum of Felix's TV buzzed softly as he sifted through his stack of DVDs, finally selecting a classic action thriller he'd seen a dozen times but that always managed to keep him entertained. A sly smile played on his lips as he held up the case for Hyunjin's approval, raising an eyebrow challengingly. "I hope you're not afraid of a little adrenaline."

 

Hyunjin returned his smile, that familiar glint of mischief lighting up his gaze. "Adrenaline doesn't scare me, kitten." His tone was low, teasing, but Felix could feel the weight of it, a slow crawl over his skin that left his cheeks a shade warmer. Not to be outdone, he smirked, brushing off the small flutter in his chest.

 

He spun around, heading to the kitchen to make popcorn, glancing over his shoulder. "I'll be back," he called, grabbing a large bowl and loading it up with buttery kernels. As he waited for the popping sounds to slow, he set out an assortment of snacks, feeling a slight pang of self-consciousness about his setup. He couldn't imagine someone like Hyunjin getting excited over popcorn and candy, but he shrugged it off, piling it all onto a tray. Tonight, he was going to keep this banter going; after all, he had a feeling Hyunjin didn't back down easily—and neither did he.

 

Returning to the living room, he found Hyunjin watching him, a playful yet guarded expression hovering just below his usual impassive gaze. Felix walked over, setting the tray between them on the table. Without glancing at him, he settled onto the couch across from Hyunjin, leaning back as he placed the popcorn on his lap, trying to keep the evening casual even though his mind kept reminding him of what had transpired just last night in this very room.

 

Hyunjin chuckled softly, his voice breaking through the silence. "Don't worry," he teased, his tone edged with that infuriating confidence, "I don't bite. You can sit closer."

 

Felix rolled his eyes, his heart skipping a beat. "I'll take my chances," he shot back, unable to suppress the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He shifted closer, tucking his legs up on the couch and trying to ignore the low thrum of his pulse. Offering the bowl with an indifferent shrug, he murmured, "Here, though I doubt this is your kind of snack."

 

He felt Hyunjin's gaze linger on him, a subtle, almost possessive look that made Felix shift uncomfortably. "I'm not as predictable as you think," Hyunjin replied, taking a handful of popcorn, his fingers grazing Felix's just briefly. The contact was innocent, but Felix's pulse raced all the same, an electric spark in the small brush of skin.

 

As the movie started, the flickering light cast a warm glow over the room, and Felix found himself struggling to stay focused on the screen. His mind drifted to the events of last night—the scenes he hadn't even been able to fully process. The intensity of the lead character, whose features eerily mirrored Hyunjin's, had drawn Felix in. He'd indulged himself far too freely, lost in the imagined darkness that Hyunjin himself now occupied, unaware his own quiet walls had been witness to his desires. But now, with the real Hyunjin beside him, the unspoken shame washed over him in waves. Every fiber of his being fought to brush those memories aside, yet his cheeks warmed with every replay in his mind.

 

Hyunjin shifted beside him, stretching his legs in that broad, lazy sprawl, and Felix could sense his gaze, steady and assessing. Hyunjin's mere presence had Felix's heart hammering, the confidence with which he commanded his space a tangible force that made it impossible for Felix to relax fully. The air felt thick, each of them caught in their thoughts while they pretended to watch the film.

 

Hyunjin leaned forward, grabbing a handful of popcorn, his fingers brushing against Felix's again. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips. "You look tense, kitten," he whispered, his tone laced with dark amusement. "Didn't think a movie would get you this worked up."

 

The teasing sent a shiver down Felix's spine. He fumbled, trying to keep his tone light. "I'm just focused," he muttered, his voice tighter than he wanted. He shifted his legs, trying to get comfortable, but the intensity of Hyunjin's stare only made it harder to concentrate. He cleared his throat, attempting to pull himself together. "And it's not like this movie's... special."

 

"Oh, I know," Hyunjin murmured, stretching his arm along the back of the couch, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "It's not like it reminds you of anything recent... right?" His words hung in the air, an invisible weight pressing down on Felix, whose blush deepened as he tried to decipher if Hyunjin was hinting at something more.

 

Felix's gaze snapped to Hyunjin's face, his mouth parting slightly. "W-What's that supposed to mean?" he challenged, masking his nervousness with a flash of sass.

 

Hyunjin's eyes glinted, and he gave a slow shrug. "Just saying. I tend to notice things, kitten. Call it an observation." The smirk playing on his lips was almost infuriating, sending another wave of heat through Felix.

 

Forcing a laugh, Felix leaned back, meeting Hyunjin's gaze without backing down. "Well, I'd hate for you to be disappointed by my... lack of surprises," he replied smoothly, crossing his arms defiantly.

 

"Disappointed? Not a chance." Hyunjin's eyes traveled over him, taking in every detail, the way Felix's flushed cheeks betrayed him despite his bold exterior. There was something undeniably thrilling about watching Felix squirm, and Hyunjin leaned in, lowering his voice to a murmur. "Besides, I enjoy finding surprises in... unexpected places."

 

Felix's heart pounded, his breath catching, but he held Hyunjin's gaze with determination, refusing to be outdone. "Guess you'll have to keep looking, then." He turned back to the screen, his pulse racing at the intensity of Hyunjin's gaze.

 

The movie played on, each scene drawing Felix deeper into memories he was desperate to push back, yet he couldn't shake the nagging thought of Hyunjin sitting so close, seemingly aware of everything he wanted to bury. Every brush of their hands, every shared glance, and every quiet breath felt charged with an intensity Felix hadn't experienced before. And then there was the constant, gnawing sensation that Hyunjin might know... about last night.

 

Hyunjin, on the other hand, found himself transfixed by Felix's nervousness, the way he subtly shifted in his seat, trying to hide the discomfort. Hyunjin was well aware of what had transpired on this very couch just a night ago. It made sitting here, beside Felix, all the more tantalizing, his mind racing with thoughts he dared not let slip. He stretched slightly, crossing his legs to ease the tension that tightened every muscle. There was no denying the rush he felt, no denying that Felix had inadvertently captured his interest far more than he ever anticipated.

 

As the movie reached a particularly intense scene, Felix's fingers absentmindedly tightened around the bowl of popcorn, his expression betraying just a hint of tension. Hyunjin's gaze flickered from the screen to Felix's face, noticing the faint blush that had crept up his cheeks. Unable to resist, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Felix's ear.

 

"Feeling a little flushed, aren't we?" he murmured, his voice dripping with playful intent. "Wonder what's got you so riled up."

 

Felix turned to him, his eyes narrowing in defiance, his voice laced with a hint of challenge. "Only thing riling me up here is you and your smug attitude," he shot back, trying to ignore the heat pooling in his stomach. He could feel his pulse racing, could feel the tension in the air as thick as fog. He hoped his nerves weren't as obvious as they felt, yet Hyunjin's piercing gaze seemed to see right through him.

 

Hyunjin chuckled, a dark, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I think it might be a bit more than that," he whispered, his tone both dangerous and inviting, sending a shiver down Felix's spine that he struggled to hide.

 

The silence that followed was thick with anticipation, each man's breath uneven as they continued their silent standoff.

 

Felix leaned forward, meeting Hyunjin's gaze head-on with a playful smirk, deciding it was time to push back. There was something about Hyunjin's subtle, almost sneaky hints that had gnawed at him long enough. He arched a brow, his eyes glittering with mischief, refusing to give Hyunjin the upper hand.

 

"So, what's your deal here, anyway?" he asked, voice low and challenging. "You don't exactly seem like the movie night type, and yet..." He paused, letting his words sink in, observing the way Hyunjin's smirk wavered slightly, as if taken aback by Felix's blunt approach. Felix caught a flicker of surprise in Hyunjin's eyes, a split-second flash of uncertainty, and felt the satisfaction of finally turning the tables.

 

Hyunjin shifted, leaning back on the couch and crossing his arms with a faux-casualness that didn't fool Felix in the slightest. "I could ask you the same, kitten," he drawled, his tone tinged with a mix of playful defiance and something almost hesitant, as though he were struggling to regain control of the situation. "You're quite comfortable here, aren't you? Or maybe... maybe not as comfortable as you seem?"

 

Felix tilted his head, unimpressed, his lips curling into a teasing smile. "Avoiding the question, are we?" he whispered, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned in closer, his gaze tracing the faint tension in Hyunjin's jaw. "Because from where I'm sitting, it seems like you're the one who's a little... ruffled."

 

Hyunjin's jaw clenched subtly, and Felix couldn't help but notice the faint rise and fall of his chest as he took a deeper breath. Felix had anticipated this—had waited for the moment he could finally get under Hyunjin's skin. He shifted on the couch, closing the distance between them, his confidence radiating as he watched Hyunjin try to regain his composure.

 

Hyunjin chuckled, though the sound came out lower, more restrained, as he leaned in to meet Felix's gaze, his voice a soft murmur. "Ruffled?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow as he drew closer to Felix's ear, his breath hot against Felix's skin. "Interesting choice of words... especially considering how much this couch has seen, hmm?" He paused, the mischievous gleam returning to his eyes. "Think it's ever caught you doing something... strange?"

 

Felix's stomach flipped, his mind racing as he caught Hyunjin's subtle hint. His face warmed, and for a brief second, a flicker of nervousness crossed his gaze. But he quickly masked it, refusing to let Hyunjin gain the upper hand. With a wicked grin, he leaned back just slightly, his eyes narrowed as he sized Hyunjin up, and then—boldly—he reached forward, his hand gripping the edge of Hyunjin's shirt, tugging him close so that their faces were mere inches apart.

 

"Seems like you're imagining things," Felix murmured, his voice laced with dangerous confidence. His lips brushed Hyunjin's ear, and he let his voice drop, his tone taking on an edge that was both playful and daring. "But if you want to know the real me... you'll have to try a little harder than that."

 

The words sent a jolt through Hyunjin, his composure wavering as Felix's low murmur seeped into his thoughts, stirring something dangerously close to losing control. He shifted, his breath catching just slightly, caught off guard by Felix's unexpected boldness. Felix's fingers still held his shirt, tugging him closer with a casual confidence that Hyunjin hadn't quite expected.

 

Hyunjin tried to keep his usual dark, teasing smirk, but the flush that crept up his neck betrayed him. "You seem confident, kitten," he managed, his voice strained as he struggled to stay grounded, unable to ignore the way Felix's breath brushed his skin. "But confidence can only get you so far... unless you're up for a real challenge?"

 

Felix's smile turned wicked, the sight of Hyunjin's usually steely exterior cracking fueling his own confidence. He leaned in even closer, his lips just a breath away from Hyunjin's, his words soft and dripping with defiance. "Challenge? Oh, I'm all in." He paused, his gaze raking over Hyunjin's face, reveling in the sight of Hyunjin's composure slipping. "Question is, are you?"

 

For the first time, Hyunjin's voice faltered, and Felix noticed the faintest hitch in his breath, a slight clench of his jaw. And just like that, he knew he'd struck a nerve.

 

Felix smirked, savoring the heady thrill of having Hyunjin on the back foot, his dark confidence radiating between them. He let his gaze drift from Hyunjin's sharp, captivating eyes to his plump, luscious lips, the very ones that had been teasing him for what felt like ages. With each passing second, he closed the gap, inching closer until their breaths mingled, igniting an electric tension that crackled in the air.

 

"Hyunjin," Felix breathed, his voice a sultry whisper, almost daring. "You don't seem so tough now, do you?" The playful challenge hung between them, and Felix felt the heat of Hyunjin's gaze as it flickered between his lips and his eyes, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air.

 

In response, Hyunjin's expression shifted, a flicker of something deep and intense sparking behind his dark eyes. He swallowed hard, his heart racing. Despite being the one usually in control, he found himself caught off guard by Felix's audacity. But he refused to let it show. With a newfound determination, he reached out, fingers tangling in Felix's short black hair, brushing against his forehead and cheek, as if trying to reclaim the upper hand.

 

Felix's breath caught, a thrill shooting down his spine as Hyunjin's fingers danced through his hair. "Careful, you might pull too hard," he teased, his voice dripping with mock innocence, even as he leaned in closer, challenging the boundaries of their dance.

 

"Maybe I want to," Hyunjin replied, a low growl in his voice, his impatience rising with each heartbeat. He tugged gently at Felix's hair, pulling him closer, reveling in the way Felix's breath quickened, the flush of heat creeping into his cheeks.

 

The world around them seemed to fade, the cold night outside forgotten as their hearts raced in tandem. As Felix leaned in, he could feel the heat radiating off Hyunjin, the tension building like a storm ready to break. He closed the distance with a slow, deliberate move, his lips hovering just above Hyunjin's, teasingly close, igniting a fiery desire that burned in the pit of his stomach.

 

But Hyunjin, now impatient and fully aware of the chemistry crackling between them, couldn't wait any longer. With a sudden, decisive pull, he closed the gap, capturing Felix's soft, plump lips with his own. The kiss ignited like a wildfire, consuming them both in a wave of passion and urgency that felt both intoxicating and dangerous. It was a kiss that spoke of hunger—of desires that had been building beneath layers of teasing and banter, now unleashed in a fevered embrace.

 

Felix melted into the kiss, his body instinctively responding as he wrapped his arms around Hyunjin's neck, pulling him closer. They kissed like they were starved for one another, an urgency guiding their movements, lips moving against each other with a fervor that was both passionate and uncontrollable.

 

Every brush of their lips sent shivers down Felix's spine, igniting flames of longing and unspoken words they had danced around for too long. Hyunjin's grip tightened in Felix's hair, holding him captive as their mouths moved in perfect harmony, exploring the depths of a desire neither of them had fully acknowledged until now.

 

Felix could feel the world around them dimming, leaving only the two of them locked in this moment—lost in the taste of each other, in the heat that swirled like a tempest, threatening to consume them entirely. It was reckless, exhilarating, and utterly intoxicating, and for that moment, nothing else mattered.

 

As they finally broke apart, breathless and dazed, Felix's heart raced, a wild mixture of exhilaration and disbelief flooding his veins. He met Hyunjin's gaze, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "So, was that what you were expecting?" he asked, teasingly.

 

Hyunjin chuckled, his breath still mingling with Felix's, a glimmer of triumph shining in his eyes. "Not quite what I had in mind, but I can get used to this." The challenge hung in the air once more, a new layer added to their twisted game of dominance, and Felix couldn't help but feel an exhilarating rush as he realized just how deep their obsession had become—though both of them would remain blissfully unaware of how completely they were falling for each other amidst their tangled flirtations.

 

As they pulled apart, breathless and stunned by the intensity of what just transpired, Felix couldn't help but chuckle, a teasing glint sparkling in his eyes. "What was that, Hyunjin? Almost shy away from me? I thought you were the dominant one," he teased, his voice dripping with playful sass, thoroughly enjoying the way Hyunjin seemed to be still gathering himself from their passionate kiss.

 

But Hyunjin was too busy trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that had just overtaken him. He could still feel the warmth of Felix's lips lingering on his, the taste of him intoxicating. Just when he thought he had regained some semblance of composure, Felix shifted, surprising him completely.

 

In a swift, bold move, Felix climbed onto Hyunjin's lap, straddling him, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The air thickened with tension as Felix kissed him again, harder and more passionately this time, not allowing Hyunjin a moment to catch his breath. Their lips crashed together as Felix's tongue invaded Hyunjin's mouth, hungrily exploring every inch, as if he were trying to devour the very essence of him.

 

"Felix—" Hyunjin gasped, his hands instinctively finding purchase on Felix's hips, trying to steady himself against the overwhelming wave of desire crashing over him. But Felix was relentless, their mouths moving in a heated rhythm, and Hyunjin found himself losing track of everything but the taste and feel of Felix beneath him.

 

Felix's body was now glistening under the soft, dim light of the living room, sweat beading at his brow, his chest heaving with exertion. He looked like a hot winged angel come to life, and it drove Hyunjin wild. The sight of Felix, with his flushed cheeks and desire-filled eyes, was almost too much to bear.

 

"God, you're hotter than I thought," Felix whispered breathlessly between kisses, his voice dripping with a mix of seduction and mischief. "Who knew you could handle this?" His playful taunt was laced with a hint of challenge, pushing Hyunjin's boundaries further.

 

But before Felix could continue his teasing assault, Hyunjin gently but firmly halted him, a serious glint flashing in his eyes. He was panting, taking in the moment as he tried to regain control, though it was slipping through his fingers like sand. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he breathed, the words tumbling from his lips in a mix of awe and raw desire. "And who knew you could be this horny and thirsty, Felix?"

 

Felix's breath hitched at the unexpected compliment, a rush of heat flooding his cheeks. The sincerity in Hyunjin's voice made him shiver, and for a moment, the playful banter faded into something deeper, more intense. There was a vulnerability in Hyunjin's expression that made Felix's heart race, pushing aside any remaining teasing facade.

 

"Maybe I've been inspired," Felix murmured, leaning in closer, their foreheads nearly touching as he searched Hyunjin's eyes, seeking the same hunger that was coursing through him. He could feel the heat radiating off Hyunjin, could sense how much he wanted this as much as he did.

 

And just like that, their lips met again, igniting a fire between them that felt impossible to contain. Each kiss was more fervent than the last, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Hyunjin's hands roamed Felix's sides, exploring the curves and contours of his body, tracing the line of his waist as if he were mapping out every inch of the angel before him.

 

Every second felt like an eternity, and with each kiss, they were both getting more turned on, their bodies responding to the electric tension that filled the room. Felix could feel himself growing harder against Hyunjin, and the thrill of the chase, the dance of dominance they had been playing, suddenly morphed into something more primal and urgent.

 

Hyunjin's heart raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions coursing through him. He was both captivated and overwhelmed, completely entranced by Felix's boldness, yet equally challenged by the undeniable chemistry they shared. The heat radiating between them was palpable, and he found himself desperately craving more.

 

As Felix's hands slid into Hyunjin's hair, their bodies pressed together, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, entwined in this intoxicating dance of passion and desire. The air was thick with unspoken words and raw need, and neither was willing to back down, both savoring the delicious tension that crackled around them.

 

 

 

 

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can someone please encourage me a bit? im slowly losing some interest in the plot line, and feel like this is all repetitve boring shit already written before. can y'all please share and like this one and leave some comments?

Chapter 9: Ravishing Flames

A/N: yeah sorry i updated sooo late, but i really like to add those muscial/pictorial additions to my story like other authors, it feels tasteless like this idk y'all have any suggestions for some this story to add up the spice?

 

btw y'all can rest back and listen to taste or red lights (hyunlix version) readin this chapter yup...😏😏 

 

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The living room was awash in dim, sultry light, casting golden shadows that painted their glistening skin with an ethereal glow. Felix's breath came in heavy gasps, his eyes dark with hunger and intent, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his flushed lips. Hyunjin lay beneath him on the plush couch, his hair splayed like black silk against the fabric, lips swollen from their fervent kisses, and yet his defiant gaze burned bright—unyielding, challenging, and maddeningly irresistible.

 

Felix straddled him tighter, his thighs framing Hyunjin's lean waist as his hands roamed greedily over Hyunjin's chest. The soft material of his white shirt did little to shield him from Felix's touch. With every bold stroke, every teasing press of Felix's fingers, Hyunjin's sharp breaths betrayed his mounting arousal.

 

"You're far quieter than I thought you'd be, Hyunjin," Felix teased, his voice sultry, dripping with a mix of mischief and lust as he leaned closer. His lips ghosted over Hyunjin's jaw, deliberately slow, the faintest graze of his teeth igniting a low groan from Hyunjin's throat. "Who would've thought the great Hwang Hyunjin could be so easily undone?"

 

Hyunjin's eyes narrowed at the provocation, his hands flying to Felix's hips, gripping them tightly as he pressed up against him. "Undone?" he murmured, his voice a deep, silken drawl, despite the breathless edge it carried. "Hardly, kitten. I'm letting you play—for now."

 

But Felix was relentless, his confidence growing with each ragged breath he coaxed out of Hyunjin. He tilted his head and latched onto Hyunjin's neck, his hot lips sucking insistently as he marked his territory. Hyunjin's sharp intake of breath only spurred Felix on, his teeth grazing and nipping at the soft skin until it bloomed with dark bruises.

 

"Letting me play?" Felix's voice was a low growl against Hyunjin's collarbone, his fingers already working on the buttons of Hyunjin's pristine shirt. He peeled it apart with deliberate slowness, exposing Hyunjin's sculpted chest to the cool air and his ravenous gaze. "You're enjoying this far too much to call it charity."

 

Hyunjin exhaled sharply, his head falling back against the couch as Felix's lips descended once more, tracing fiery paths along his collarbone and chest. The sensations were intoxicating, overwhelming even, and yet he refused to let Felix see just how much power he was wielding over him.

 

Hyunjin smirked through his haze of desire, his hands tangling in Felix's short, dark hair as he tugged him back just enough to meet his eyes. "Bold of you to assume I'm not still in control, pretty boy," he rasped, his lips curling into a devilish grin.

 

Felix's deep chuckle reverberated through the room, a sound both confident and dangerous. "Control?" he echoed, leaning in until their lips were barely a breath apart. "We'll see who's in control by the time I'm done with you."

 

And with that, Felix dove in again, his mouth capturing Hyunjin's in a searing kiss that left no room for hesitation. His tongue slid against Hyunjin's, coaxing him into a desperate, hungry rhythm that neither seemed willing to break. Felix's hands wandered lower, his touch teasing and deliberate as he pushed Hyunjin further toward the edge of losing his composure.

 

Hyunjin's resolve faltered momentarily, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as Felix bit down on his bottom lip, tugging playfully before releasing it. The sound sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through Felix, who only pressed closer, determined to leave Hyunjin completely unraveled beneath him.

 

The fight for dominance was relentless, their movements growing rougher, their kisses more feverish as Felix's hands roamed with unrestrained need. Hyunjin's shirt hung open now, his flawless skin marred with the evidence of Felix's hunger. Yet even in his dazed state, Hyunjin refused to let Felix take full control, his hands sliding down Felix's back, nails dragging just hard enough to earn a soft gasp.

 

"Careful," Hyunjin whispered, his voice a mixture of warning and invitation. "You're playing with fire."

 

Felix smirked, leaning down to murmur against his lips, "Good thing I don't burn easily."

 

The tension between them burned hotter than ever, a volatile mix of desire and defiance as Felix pushed Hyunjin further, refusing to let up. And Hyunjin, though stunned by Felix's boldness, was beginning to wonder if surrendering might not be such a bad idea after all.

 

Felix's sharp, teasing grin widened as he pressed Hyunjin deeper into the plush cushions beneath them. His hands were firm yet delicate as they captured Hyunjin's wrists, pinning them above his head with a commanding force that was at odds with his angelic appearance. The friction between their bodies sparked heat, Felix's movements deliberate as he straddled Hyunjin's hips. Their breaths mingled, heavy and uneven, both intoxicated by the battle of wills unfolding between them.

 

"Still think you're in charge, hyung?" Felix taunted, his voice a deep, molten purr that sent shivers through Hyunjin's spine. Without waiting for an answer, Felix leaned closer, his lips tracing a fiery path along Hyunjin's jawline, stopping only to nip playfully before moving to his neck. There, Felix's teeth sank just enough to leave a mark—a vivid, possessive bruise blossoming against Hyunjin's pale skin.

 

Hyunjin's eyes fluttered shut momentarily, his breath hitching. But he wasn't one to yield so easily. "You'll regret this, kitten," he hissed, his tone laced with both warning and arousal. His hips bucked upward in defiance, meeting Felix's with a force that sent a jolt of pleasure ricocheting through both of them.

 

Felix chuckled, low and sultry, refusing to back down. His free hand tangled in Hyunjin's dark hair, tugging hard enough to tilt his head back, exposing more of the tantalizing expanse of his neck. Felix took full advantage, his lips and teeth leaving trails of heat and marks that would linger for days.

 

When Hyunjin let out a breathy moan—a sound that was half-frustration, half-surrender—it was all the encouragement Felix needed. He adjusted his position, grinding down harder against Hyunjin, the friction unbearable yet addictive. Hyunjin's hands twitched against their restraints, his muscles straining as he tested Felix's grip.

 

"Impatient, aren't we?" Felix whispered, his lips brushing against Hyunjin's ear. The Australian's accent curled around the words, making them all the more provocative. He moved lower, his kisses tracing a path down Hyunjin's chest, lingering on the curve of his collarbone before continuing his descent.

 

Hyunjin growled, his control fraying. Summoning strength from somewhere deep within, he twisted his wrists free from Felix's hold, grabbing the younger man's chin and forcing their eyes to meet. "If you think I'll let you win that easily, think again," he rasped, flipping their positions in one fluid motion. Now it was Felix who found himself pinned beneath Hyunjin, his arms trapped above his head as Hyunjin's knee pressed between his thighs, adding its own maddening pressure.

 

The tension crackled, neither willing to relent. Their lips clashed again, this time with more urgency—teeth grazing, tongues battling for dominance in a kiss that was as much a fight as it was a surrender. Felix arched beneath Hyunjin, the friction of their bodies igniting a fire neither could extinguish.

 

Hyunjin's smirk widened as he flipped their positions, his movements fluid yet commanding, like a predator cornering its prey. Felix found himself pressed back against the couch, Hyunjin's lithe frame hovering above him, their faces mere inches apart. Felix's breath hitched, but his defiance glimmered in his hooded eyes, refusing to surrender even as Hyunjin's long fingers ghosted down his chest, igniting trails of heat with every touch.

 

"You think you're so untouchable, don't you?" Hyunjin whispered, his voice a low rumble, tantalizingly close to Felix's ear. His lips found the sensitive curve of Felix's neck, biting just hard enough to leave a faint mark before soothing the spot with his tongue. Felix let out an involuntary gasp, his hands gripping Hyunjin's arms as his resolve wavered, yet his pride remained unbroken.

 

Felix growled softly, his hands tangling in Hyunjin's jet-black hair, yanking it back with just enough force to earn a low, guttural sound from him. "You're good, but not good enough to tame me," Felix shot back, his voice trembling with a mixture of challenge and raw desire.

 

Hyunjin chuckled darkly, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Who says I'm trying to tame you?" he countered, his hands slipping down to Felix's waist, pressing him further into the couch as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down his jawline and throat, his sharp teeth occasionally grazing the skin. Felix squirmed beneath him, his breathing erratic, his body betraying his stubborn will.

 

The room seemed to blur around them, the dim light casting elongated shadows as Hyunjin's hands explored further, gripping Felix's hips firmly to hold him in place. Felix arched slightly, his body caught in a mix of resistance and surrender, his low whimpers betraying the battle raging within him.

 

"You're awfully quiet for someone so bold," Hyunjin teased, his tone dripping with mockery as his lips descended lower, finding the edge of Felix's shirt and toying with the hem. Felix bit his lip hard, his pride battling with the intoxicating sensation Hyunjin's touch evoked.

 

But just as Hyunjin leaned in, pressing Felix deeper into the plush fabric of the couch, the world around Felix shifted. Hyunjin's expression softened suddenly, the dominance and intensity replaced by something gentler, something real.

 

"Felix," a voice called, distant and hazy, pulling him from the feverish haze. A gentle shake on his shoulder jolted him fully awake, and Felix blinked rapidly, his vision clearing to reveal Hyunjin sitting beside him, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The glow of the television flickered across his face, casting soft shadows.

 

"You okay there, dreamer?" Hyunjin asked, his voice laced with amusement as Felix realized his head had been resting on Hyunjin's lap, his body sprawled across the couch in a tangle of limbs.

 

Felix flushed, his mind racing as the vivid sensations of his dream lingered. "Huh? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he muttered, sitting up too quickly, his movements awkward and uncoordinated.

 

Hyunjin arched a brow, clearly entertained by Felix's flustered state. "Didn't know I was so entertaining," he teased, his voice low and velvety, sending a shiver down Felix's spine.

 

"Shut up," Felix snapped, his voice sharp but his cheeks betraying him with a faint pink hue. He avoided Hyunjin's gaze, but his mind was already replaying every tantalizing detail of the dream.

 

The movie played on, its plot entirely lost on Felix as he tried desperately to shake off the remnants of his dream, only to find that Hyunjin's presence beside him made it impossible. Every casual brush of their arms, every fleeting glance, felt electric, igniting a storm within him that he couldn't control.

 

And Hyunjin? He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, leaning back comfortably, a small, knowing smile on his lips as if he could see straight into Felix's thoughts.

 

Felix blinked away the remnants of his dream, his cheeks flaming as he sat up, still slightly dazed. Hyunjin's smirk was already in place, sharp and teasing as his dark eyes narrowed with playful scrutiny. He leaned against the back of the couch, arms draped over the top like a king surveying his domain, and Felix felt his stomach twist—not just from the remnants of his dream but from the way Hyunjin's presence practically filled the room.

 

"That must've been some dream, huh?" Hyunjin quipped, his voice low and velvety, laced with mischief. His gaze lingered a second too long, making Felix squirm under its intensity.

 

"What are you talking about?" Felix shot back, voice defensive as he crossed his arms, trying to keep his cool.

 

Hyunjin tilted his head, his grin widening as if he'd just discovered a secret. "Oh, nothing. Except... you were making these little noises. Almost like moans." His words were a dagger dipped in playful malice, his tone light but devastating.

 

Felix's heart stopped before launching into overdrive. "I did not," he snapped, his voice pitching higher than he intended. He wanted to disappear into the cushions, but there was no escape from the way Hyunjin was looking at him—as if he'd caught him red-handed.

 

"You sure about that, dreamer?" Hyunjin pressed, his grin turning wicked. "I mean, you were practically spread out on my lap. And the way you said my name... breathless, needy..." He trailed off, his eyes glinting with wicked glee.

 

Felix felt like his body was on fire. "You're making that up," he retorted, but even he didn't sound convinced.

 

Hyunjin leaned closer, closing the already small gap between them. His voice dropped, teasingly soft, as he added, "Am I?"

 

Felix's throat went dry. He could see it now—the smug look in Hyunjin's eyes, the slight quirk of his lips that practically screamed I know exactly what you dreamed about.

 

Felix narrowed his eyes, fighting to regain control of the situation. "You seem pretty interested in what I was dreaming about," he said, his tone turning bold, though his pulse betrayed him. "What's the matter, Hyunjin? Afraid you're the star of my fantasies?"

 

Hyunjin didn't flinch. If anything, his grin deepened. "Oh, I'm very interested," he purred, his voice a tantalizing mix of curiosity and mockery. "Because, well... the theory I've had for a while? It's starting to feel pretty confirmed."

 

Felix raised a brow, his heart hammering in his chest. "And what theory would that be?"

 

Hyunjin's smirk turned lethal. "That I'm already living in that pretty little head of yours."

 

Felix felt his composure slipping, but he refused to let Hyunjin win so easily. He leaned forward, his voice dripping with defiance. "If I'm the one dreaming about you, then what does that make you, huh? Sitting here watching me sleep, clearly listening a little too closely?"

 

Hyunjin's playful expression faltered for a split second, but he recovered quickly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Can't a guy be curious? You're full of surprises, Felix. Every noise, every movement—it's fascinating."

 

Felix tilted his head, his lips curving into a smirk. "Fascinating, huh? You're awfully invested in my life for someone who's supposedly above it all."

 

Hyunjin leaned back, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "What can I say? You're intriguing. But the real question is..." He paused, letting the tension hang in the air like static electricity. "Have you been thinking about me, Felix? And if you have, what exactly were you thinking?"

 

Felix's breath hitched, but he masked it with a confident smirk. "I could ask you the same thing," he shot back, his voice daring. "You're the one who seems a little too familiar with how my mind works. Makes me wonder..." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned closer, their faces inches apart. "Have I been in your head too? And if I have... what did you do to deal with the urge?"

 

Hyunjin stilled, his dark eyes locking onto Felix's. The air between them turned molten, the teasing ebbing into something more charged, more dangerous.

 

A slow smile spread across Hyunjin's face. "You think you've got me figured out, don't you?" he murmured, his voice like silk brushing against Felix's skin. "But let me tell you something, dreamer..." He leaned in, his lips ghosting over Felix's ear. "If you've been in my thoughts, you'd know exactly what I'd do."

 

Felix shivered, but he refused to back down. "You talk a big game," he said, his voice steady despite the heat coursing through him. "But actions speak louder than words, Hyunjin. Or are you all bark and no bite?"

 

Hyunjin's grin turned feral. "Careful, Felix. You might just get exactly what you're asking for."

 

The room buzzed with the electricity of their standoff, neither willing to back down, both teetering on the edge of something they couldn't quite name. The movie on the screen went forgotten, its flickering light casting shadows that danced around the room, reflecting the unspoken tension that hung between tFelix wasn't the type to back down from a challenge, especially not one dangling so temptingly in front of him. The lingering tension from Hyunjin's teasing had simmered into a molten heat, and now, fully awake and emboldened, Felix decided it was time to turn the tables.

 

He leaned in slowly, letting his breath fan over Hyunjin's ear, deliberate and tantalizing. "You want me," he whispered, his voice a raspy, seductive melody, "to put all my dreams in motion?"

 

Hyunjin's breath hitched audibly, his confident exterior faltering for a fraction of a second. Felix caught it—savored it—and smirked to himself. Without giving Hyunjin a chance to respond, Felix's fingers tangled into the jet-black strands of his hair, tugging just enough to draw a sharp gasp from him.

 

Hyunjin's wide eyes locked onto Felix's, but there was something behind them now—an unspoken war between shock and desire. Felix used the moment to his advantage, swinging one leg over until he was straddling Hyunjin's lap. The leather of Hyunjin's pants squeaked slightly beneath them, the only sound in the electrified silence.

 

Felix leaned in even closer, their faces now just breaths apart. His lips ghosted over Hyunjin's cheek, teasingly close but never quite touching, as his hands slid down to Hyunjin's shoulders, gripping them firmly. "Cat got your tongue?" Felix teased, his tone dripping with playful dominance.

 

Hyunjin finally blinked, his composure snapping back into place like a mask. "You're playing with fire," he murmured, his voice lower, darker now, though his hands remained at his sides, gripping the couch cushions as if grounding himself.

 

"Maybe I like the burn," Felix shot back, his lips curving into a wicked grin. He shifted slightly, the movement intentional and provocative, drawing a low, involuntary sound from Hyunjin that sent a shiver down Felix's spine.

 

For a moment, Hyunjin was silent, his gaze tracing every inch of Felix's face as if trying to regain control of the situation. But Felix wasn't giving him the chance. He pressed in closer, letting his fingers trail down Hyunjin's chest, his movements slow, deliberate, and maddening.

 

"You think you've got me all figured out," Felix murmured, his voice a soft growl, "but I see through you, Hyunjin. All that teasing, all those games... it's just you trying to distract yourself."

 

"Distract myself from what?" Hyunjin asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his usual cocky demeanor crumbling under the weight of Felix's intensity.

 

"From me," Felix replied simply, his eyes locking onto Hyunjin's with a fiery certainty that left no room for denial.

 

Hyunjin's lips parted slightly, a soft exhale escaping as he struggled to process the shift in power between them. But then, just as he seemed ready to snap back into control, his phone buzzed violently on the coffee table, shattering the moment like glass.

 

The sound dragged both of them out of their charged haze, though Felix didn't move from his position atop Hyunjin's lap. Hyunjin cursed under his breath, his jaw tightening as he reached for the phone, his bodyguard's number flashing on the screen.

 

"Not now," Hyunjin growled into the phone, his tone sharper than Felix had ever heard. But whatever was being said on the other end clearly wasn't something he could brush off. His expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes as he ended the call and set the phone down with more force than necessary.

 

Felix raised a brow, still not budging. "Trouble in paradise?" he asked, his voice light but edged with curiosity.

 

Hyunjin's eyes flicked back to him, the fire from before still smoldering but now tempered with something colder. "Business," he said curtly, his usual confidence returning in a wave as he placed his hands firmly on Felix's hips, his grip strong enough to send a thrill through him. "Unfortunately, you'll have to wait to finish what you've started."

 

Felix narrowed his eyes, his lips curving into a defiant smile. "I don't wait for anyone, Hyunjin."

 

Hyunjin leaned in, his lips brushing against Felix's ear in a move that sent shivers racing down his spine. "Oh, you will," he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr. "Because when I come back, kitten, it'll be my turn to finish what you started."

 

And with that, Hyunjin slid Felix off his lap with infuriating ease, leaving him breathless and craving more as he grabbed his coat and strode toward the door.

 

Felix watched him go, his mind racing as his body buzzed with unspent energy. "This isn't over," he called after him, his voice steady despite the heat coursing through him.

 

Hyunjin turned at the door, his smirk sharp enough to cut. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

 

The door clicked shut, leaving Felix alone in the room, his heart pounding and his thoughts spinning as he replayed every electrifying moment of their encounter. Whatever game they were playing, it was far from over—and Felix had every intention of winning.

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 10: Waking Embers

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The sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains in Felix's room, diffusing into a soft glow that bathed the space in a deceptive calm. His lids fluttered open reluctantly, heavy with the remnants of fragmented dreams that slipped away like water through fingers. A groan escaped his lips, deep and husky from sleep, as he twisted lazily in his sheets, the cotton cool against his bare arms.

 

The weight of the previous night pressed faintly on his chest. Memories surfaced in fragments—Hyunjin's sharp, haunting gaze, the tantalizing brush of tension so thick it felt tangible. Felix exhaled sharply, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, his feet meeting the chilled floor.

 

The mirror by his dresser caught his attention, reflecting his disheveled state: messy, coffee-colored locks tousled in a way that could pass for effortless style, and a faint flush still warming his cheekbones. A smirk ghosted his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, chuckling softly.

 

"Falling from grace already, Hwang?" he muttered, the words more to himself than anyone else.

 

The notion that Hyunjin—polished, calculated Hyunjin—had willingly entered his home and let his guard down was enough to stoke Felix's competitive fire. He could still feel the echoes of that moment, the magnetic interplay of dominance and defiance.

 

Rising, Felix padded toward the bathroom. Each motion felt deliberate, almost like a ritual as he washed his face and stared into the mirror again. "You're winning, Lix," he whispered, voice dripping with determination, though his thoughts betrayed him.

 

Across town, the stark, modern architecture of Hyunjin's mansion stood against the morning light, its clean, imposing lines a reflection of its owner's ironclad image. Inside, the air was electric with tension as his bodyguards hovered, their sharp suits and alert postures a stark contrast to the languid elegance with which Hyunjin descended the marble staircase.

 

"Boss."

 

The word came out clipped, almost hesitant, as the group turned to face him. Hyunjin's eyes, dark and piercing, flickered over them. His jet-black hair was tied back loosely, a few errant strands falling over his forehead, framing a face that was equal parts intimidating and exquisite.

 

"Good morning," Hyunjin drawled, his tone bordering on amusement as he slid his hands into his pockets.

 

"Sir, you were... unreachable," one began, his voice edged with concern.

 

Hyunjin arched a brow, his gaze narrowing slightly. "Am I not allowed a moment's respite?"

 

The guards shifted uncomfortably; their unease evident. One of them, bolder than the rest, stepped forward, handing Hyunjin a sleek tablet.

 

"Respite or not, sir, there's been movement. A shipment was intercepted near the southern docks. Rival groups are testing boundaries, and there's been chatter about—"

 

"Later," Hyunjin interrupted, his voice smooth but carrying an undeniable edge. "I'll address it when I'm ready."

 

The guards exchanged glances. One cleared his throat, his tone measured. "With all due respect, sir, the boy—Felix. He's... unpredictable. Dangerous, even."

 

At this, Hyunjin's lips curled into a smirk, sharp and knowing. "Felix?" he repeated, almost lazily, as if tasting the name. His voice dropped lower, each word deliberate. "Felix is... curious. A puzzle. Nothing I can't handle."

 

But even as he dismissed their warnings, Hyunjin knew the truth. Felix was more than curious. He was a spark threatening to ignite something Hyunjin wasn't prepared to confront.

 

Felix dressed quickly, pulling on a fitted sweater that clung to his frame in just the right places, paired with slim jeans that accentuated his lean, toned figure. He chose his accessories carefully—a silver chain that glinted subtly against his collarbone and a pair of blue-tinted contacts that added a hint of mischief to his gaze.

 

As he tied his sneakers, his mind wandered, replaying Hyunjin's smirk, his intense, calculating eyes. He shook his head with a scoff, muttering, "Get out of my head, Hwang."

 

Yet the idea of calling him lingered, a tempting thread he refused to pull. He knew better than to give Hyunjin the satisfaction. The man's private number was untouchable, a power play Felix both loathed and begrudgingly admired.

 

Meanwhile, in the vast, dimly lit expanse of Hyunjin's office, the mafia leader sat behind a mahogany desk, skimming through reports. The room was opulent, every detail meticulously curated—from the Persian rug beneath his chair to the abstract art adorning the walls. A crystal decanter of whiskey sat untouched on the sideboard, the amber liquid catching the light.

 

As his guards debriefed him on various matters—the docks, intercepted communications, an internal mole—Hyunjin's mind drifted. He traced the edge of a folder with a gloved finger, Felix's face flashing unbidden in his mind.

 

"Focus, Hyunjin," he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible.

 

But the longing was undeniable. The spark Felix ignited within him refused to dim, no matter how many fires he extinguished elsewhere.

 

Two days passed in a torturous limbo. For Felix, the hours dragged as he threw himself into mundane tasks—baking batches of brownies, sketching half-formed ideas, and wandering the rain-slicked streets of the city. For Hyunjin, it was a relentless cycle of meetings, decisions, and strategic moves, all of which felt hollow.

 

Until he decided enough was enough.

 

Standing in his walk-in closet, surrounded by an array of tailored suits and polished shoes, Hyunjin selected his armor for the evening: a black, double-breasted blazer with a silk lapel, paired with sleek trousers and a crisp white shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease. He fastened a single onyx cufflink, his movements precise, calculated.

 

"Inferno," he said to his assistant as he emerged, the word laced with command. "We're hosting tonight. And make sure Felix gets the message."

 

As the night descended, the city came alive, and the game they played stepped into its next, unpredictable act.

 

The sharp notes of Inferno's playlist echoed down the glistening streets, mingling with the low hum of expensive engines pulling up to the club's discreet entrance. The building stood as a beacon of decadence—a towering monolith cloaked in black, with only the occasional flash of red neon cutting through the darkness. Velvet ropes cordoned off the entrance, guarded by men in sleek suits whose expressions promised consequences for stepping out of line.

 

Inside, the atmosphere was alive with opulence. Chandeliers of crimson crystal refracted light across the cavernous space, casting shadows that danced on walls lined with deep velvet and golden filigree. The air was thick with the scent of amber and leather, undercut by the faint burn of liquor.

 

Hyunjin stepped through the arched threshold, his presence immediately commanding attention. The crowd parted instinctively, like moths retreating from a flame too hot to bear. His fitted black suit sculpted his frame with unnerving precision, the white shirt beneath teasing a sliver of his chest, an almost deliberate imbalance to his otherwise meticulous ensemble.

 

As he ascended the private staircase to the mezzanine, his gaze swept over the room below—an ocean of swaying bodies, clinking glasses, and whispered secrets. Yet he sought one person.

 

The plan was simple: bait Felix out of his stubborn game, lure him into Hyunjin's controlled domain, and see how he fared under pressure.

 

Meanwhile, Felix stood in his apartment, staring at the invitation that had been hand-delivered to his doorstep. The black card was heavy in his hand, embossed with gold that shimmered under the faint glow of his bedside lamp.

 

The message was succinct, bordering on cryptic.

 

"Inferno welcomes you. Be seen."

 

A scoff escaped his lips, yet his heart betrayed him with a quickened beat. Hyunjin's game was so obvious, and yet, Felix couldn't resist the urge to play.

 

He turned to his closet, considering his options. The look had to be perfect—enough to rival Hyunjin's overwhelming presence and claim control of the narrative. After a moment of deliberation, he chose a midnight-blue shirt that shimmered like silk under the light, paired with high-waisted black slacks that hugged his frame just right. A silver chain and subtle rings completed the look, adding a touch of edge to his bold sophistication.

 

Felix stared at his reflection, his lips curving into a smirk. "Your move, Hwang."

 

The moment Felix stepped into Inferno, the room seemed to shift. Heads turned, whispers ignited, and the tension thickened as if the very air had been charged with electricity. He walked with deliberate confidence, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd before landing on the mezzanine.

 

Hyunjin was already watching him.

 

Their eyes locked across the expanse, the distance between them collapsing in an instant. Felix's smirk widened, daring, almost mocking, as he ascended the staircase with measured strides.

 

"Inviting me here just to watch from afar?" Felix quipped as he approached, his deep voice laced with playful defiance.

 

Hyunjin leaned back against the velvet armrest of a chaise, legs crossed with the effortless grace of a king surveying his kingdom. His lips quirked into a smirk, his dark eyes glittering with equal parts amusement and challenge.

 

"I was curious if you'd come," Hyunjin replied, his tone smooth and unbothered, though the sharp edge beneath it betrayed the calculated nature of the invitation.

 

Felix crossed his arms, leaning against the railing as he peered down at the writhing crowd below. "And here I thought you'd run out of games to play."

 

Hyunjin chuckled softly, the sound low and velvety. "Games are only as fun as the opponents, kitten."

 

The nickname landed between them like a spark, and Felix's jaw tightened briefly before he forced himself to respond with nonchalance.

 

"Cute. But let's not pretend you're not just dying to lose for once."

 

Hyunjin tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "I don't lose."

 

Felix turned to face him fully, the sharpness in his gaze softened only by the flicker of intrigue dancing behind his blue contacts. "That so? Guess tonight's full of surprises."

 

The air between them grew heavier, the tension building like a coiled spring. Felix knew he was dancing dangerously close to the edge of Hyunjin's patience, and yet he couldn't bring himself to stop. There was something intoxicating about the way Hyunjin's jaw clenched, his composure fraying ever so slightly.

 

"Careful, Felix," Hyunjin warned, his voice dropping to a low purr. "You might not like what happens when you push me too far."

 

Felix leaned in closer, his lips curving into a mischievous grin. "Maybe I do."

 

The challenge lingered between them, the night teetering on the precipice of chaos.

 

Felix moved with deliberate precision, each step a calculated blend of mischief and seduction as he made his way across the lounge. The low lighting carved soft shadows across his form, accentuating the sharp lines of his midnight-blue shirt, which shimmered like liquid silk against his torso. The fabric hugged his figure, draping sensually over his toned shoulders and dipping just enough at the collar to reveal a teasing glimpse of his smooth collarbones. The high-waisted black slacks he wore cinched perfectly at his hips, flowing downward to highlight his long legs and their graceful, almost predatory movement.

 

Hyunjin's eyes never left him. From his vantage point on the velvet armchair, his lips quirked into a dark smirk, his gloved thumb brushing lazily against his lower lip as though testing his patience. His fitted suit emphasized every angle of his chiseled frame, the stark black fabric almost sculptural in how it contoured his broad chest and narrow waist. Even the faint sheen of the leather gloves stretched across his hands seemed intentional, adding to the dangerous edge of his aura.

 

Felix paused just shy of Hyunjin, the tension so palpable it felt like the room had hushed itself. Before he could speak, Hyunjin's bodyguards moved closer, their presence an unspoken barrier. They glanced at Felix with wary disapproval, their shoulders tightening as though ready to intervene at a moment's notice.

 

"Stand down," Hyunjin murmured, his voice low and commanding, laced with a quiet confidence that brooked no argument. "I've got this."

 

The guards hesitated, their loyalty warring with the order, but a subtle flick of Hyunjin's gloved fingers dismissed them.

 

Felix tilted his head, his eyes narrowing playfully as he raised a hand and gave the bodyguards a flippant wave. "Bye-bye, boys," he said, his tone dripping with sass.

 

As the guards retreated reluctantly, Felix turned his full attention back to Hyunjin. His expression shifted into something unreadable—part amusement, part hunger, part challenge. It was enough to make Hyunjin pause, though he masked it well behind the casual, relaxed tilt of his head.

 

"You've got an interesting gaze, kitten," Hyunjin drawled, his thumb pressing lightly against his teeth as his eyes roamed over Felix. "Feels like you're scheming something."

 

Felix didn't respond immediately, instead stepping closer with an almost lazy confidence, the silk of his shirt catching the dim, crimson light and casting faint glimmers across his chest. He stopped just shy of Hyunjin's legs, close enough that their proximity felt electric.

 

Hyunjin's eyes flicked downward, taking in the subtle curve of Felix's slim waist, the way his pants emphasized the taut lines of his thighs. A predator assessing his prey—or perhaps the reverse.

 

"Maybe I am," Felix finally replied, his voice low, almost a purr.

 

Hyunjin tilted his head further, watching intently as Felix's movements became bolder. His thumb lingered at his lips, the faint press of his teeth against the leather a testament to his thinly veiled restraint.

 

"You know," Hyunjin mused, his smirk widening, "there must be something in the air tonight. Seems to have you going wild. My untamed kitten."

 

The teasing moniker landed like a spark. Felix's jaw tightened momentarily, his blue-tinted eyes narrowing in mock indignation. But rather than rising to the bait with irritation, he leaned into it, taking another deliberate step forward.

 

"You think I'm the wild one?" Felix challenged, his voice soft yet edged with daring.

 

Before Hyunjin could respond, Felix pushed forward again, the tips of his legs brushing against Hyunjin's crossed thighs. Hyunjin arched a brow at the contact but didn't flinch, holding his ground with an infuriatingly calm demeanor.

 

Felix, however, wasn't finished. With a sly grin, he reached down, nudging Hyunjin's legs apart, forcing him to uncross them. Hyunjin's smirk faltered just slightly as Felix pushed further, coaxing his thighs into a broad, manspread position that left Hyunjin looking both commanding and vulnerable.

 

Felix leaned down until their faces were inches apart, his breath ghosting over Hyunjin's lips as he rested a hand against the back of the chair for balance. "Now," Felix murmured, his voice dripping with teasing venom, "who's wild again?"

 

Hyunjin's eyes burned into Felix's, dark and molten with a mixture of desire and amusement. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze trailing over Felix's face, lingering on the sharp angles of his jaw and the way his blue-tinted contacts gleamed like flames in the dim lighting.

 

"You really like to play with fire, don't you?" Hyunjin murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

 

Felix only smirked in response, the corner of his lips curving upwards as he swung one leg over Hyunjin's lap and straddled him effortlessly. The motion left no room for pretense, their bodies pressed close, the heat between them almost unbearable. Felix reached out, grabbing a fistful of Hyunjin's shirt, pulling him closer until there was barely an inch between their faces.

 

For a moment, neither spoke. The air crackled with tension as their gazes locked, Felix's blue eyes challenging and fierce, Hyunjin's dark and consuming. Felix leaned in slightly, the tip of his nose brushing against Hyunjin's as his lips parted ever so slightly.

 

Hyunjin's breath hitched, but he recovered quickly, his hands coming up to grip Felix's wrists, his gloved fingers wrapping around them like steel. "Careful, kitten," he whispered, his voice a dangerous rumble. "You're playing a game you might not win."

 

Felix tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Who said I came to win?" he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

He leaned closer still, his lips brushing against the shell of Hyunjin's ear before ghosting down to his jawline. The contact was brief but deliberate, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Felix's breath fanned over Hyunjin's skin as he whispered something low and provocative, the exact words lost in the cacophony of music and tension.

 

Hyunjin's grip on Felix's wrists tightened, his composure beginning to crack as a faint growl rumbled deep in his chest. His legs spread further beneath Felix, as if instinctively grounding himself against the onslaught of Felix's boldness.

 

With a low chuckle, Felix pulled back slightly, his smirk triumphant as he met Hyunjin's gaze again. But before he could say another word, Hyunjin's patience snapped.

 

In one swift motion, Hyunjin pulled Felix closer, his gloved hand cupping the back of Felix's neck as he crushed their lips together in a kiss that was anything but gentle. The collision was all heat and dominance, both of them refusing to yield even as their movements grew more fervent.

 

Felix responded in kind, his hands threading through Hyunjin's hair, tugging slightly as he deepened the kiss. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating push and pull of their battle for control.

 

The kiss deepened, a feverish clash of wills as neither Felix nor Hyunjin relented, their dominance colliding like sparks against steel. Felix angled his head slightly, his lips parting just enough to tease Hyunjin further, a soft growl escaping him when Hyunjin tugged him closer by the neck.

 

Hyunjin's gloved hand slid down Felix's back, the smooth leather a tantalizing contrast against the silk of Felix's shirt. His touch was firm, commanding, yet there was an underlying reverence in the way his fingers traced the lines of Felix's body, as though he were savoring every moment of their heated exchange.

 

Felix's lips curled into a smirk even as they moved against Hyunjin's, the audacity in his expression unmistakable. His free hand trailed down Hyunjin's chest, fingers ghosting over the buttons of his fitted suit jacket, before gripping the fabric at the lapels and pulling him even closer. The motion made Hyunjin lean back slightly, his body molding into the chair as Felix pressed forward, taking full advantage of his position atop Hyunjin's lap.

 

The dim lighting played tricks on their features, highlighting the sharp curve of Felix's jaw and the faint sheen of sweat gathering at Hyunjin's temple. Felix's blue-tinted eyes glimmered like twin flames, the faintest trace of amusement in their depths as he broke the kiss just enough to speak.

 

"Tell me, Hyunjin," Felix murmured, his voice a low purr that vibrated against Hyunjin's lips. "Still think I'm the kitten?"

 

Hyunjin's dark eyes narrowed, a dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head, leaning closer until his lips brushed against the shell of Felix's ear.

 

"Untamed," he corrected in a whisper that sent a shiver down Felix's spine. "But a kitten, nonetheless."

 

Felix let out a low, breathy laugh, the sound laced with equal parts defiance and allure. He leaned back just enough to look Hyunjin in the eye, his hands still gripping the fabric of Hyunjin's suit jacket. His gaze was intense, unwavering, the smirk on his lips daring Hyunjin to say more.

 

And Hyunjin did, his tone dripping with mockery and heat as he added, "You've got claws, I'll give you that. But even the fiercest kitten knows when it's outmatched."

 

Felix's eyes narrowed, his smirk growing sharper. Without a word, he shifted his weight, grinding his hips against Hyunjin's in a movement so deliberate it left Hyunjin's breath hitching, his calm veneer cracking ever so slightly.

 

"Outmatched?" Felix echoed, his voice smooth, dripping with mock disbelief. He leaned in once more, brushing his lips against Hyunjin's jawline, his breath warm against Hyunjin's skin. "You sure about that, pretty boy?"

 

Hyunjin's hands moved again, one gripping Felix's wrist with a firmness that spoke of control, the other sliding up to tangle in Felix's hair. His smirk returned, sharper this time, his voice low and laden with intent.

 

"Careful, Felix," Hyunjin warned, his tone both teasing and predatory. "You're playing with fire. And I don't burn easily."

 

Felix's lips curled into a grin, his confidence unshaken. "Good," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I don't intend to stop."

 

Their gazes locked again, the room around them forgotten as the tension between them mounted, electric and all-consuming. Felix leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against Hyunjin's earlobe in a fleeting kiss before trailing down the sharp line of his jaw, each movement deliberate, calculated to elicit a reaction.

 

Hyunjin's grip on Felix tightened, his composure fraying as a low growl escaped him. His legs spread further under Felix, an instinctive movement that betrayed his growing desire to dominate the situation even as Felix continued to press forward.

 

Felix chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against Hyunjin's skin. "Looks like you're enjoying this as much as I am," he whispered, his tone laced with wicked amusement.

 

Hyunjin's response was immediate. He pulled Felix even closer, his gloved hand sliding down to rest firmly at the small of Felix's back, anchoring him in place. "You're bold," he murmured, his voice a dark, velvety promise. "But boldness doesn't equal control."

 

Their lips collided again, the kiss deeper, rougher this time—a battle neither intended to lose. Felix's hands moved to Hyunjin's shoulders, gripping tightly as he matched every ounce of Hyunjin's fervor with his own. The push and pull of their dominance played out in every movement, every breath, every kiss, neither willing to submit, both determined to leave the other undone.

 

For a moment, it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand, their movements so perfectly matched, their desire so raw and unrelenting. Felix's hands slipped to Hyunjin's tie, pulling it just enough to assert his presence, his smirk never wavering even as Hyunjin's gloved fingers trailed up his spine in a touch that was both possessive and reverent.

 

In the dim light of the lounge, they were a picture of untamed passion—a collision of fire and ice, each daring the other to surrender, neither willing to give in.

 

 

 

 

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