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Hyunjin didn’t know who leaned in first. He just knew his hands ended up on Felix’s waist, and Felix didn’t shove him away.
Instead, Felix smirked and removed his hoodie. He reached behind him, tugged off Hyunjin’s hoodie in one swift motion too, then grabbed Hyunjin by the collar and kissed him again. It was hot, messy, and addictive.
Hyunjin swore that world peace is possible and he can be the ambassador for it.
Felix was still sitting on the console table, legs parted, and Hyunjin was right between them, hands braced on the edge. Felix tasted like mint and crimes, and Hyunjin was ready (actually ready) to risk his GPA, his dignity, and maybe his entire lifespan for five more seconds of this.
Until they heart it. A loud knock. KNOCK. KNOCK. A violent rattle on the door. Both of them froze.
“Felix, what the fuck!” Chan’s voice thundered from outside.
Hyunjin nearly died. Felix’s eyes widened. “What? Did you tell Chan?”
“Wh—no?! I didn’t do anything! I just—led him here earlier but he left! The door didn’t open! What did you do?!”
Felix groaned. “You fucking what?! Ughhhh I hate you.”
“I know you’re with that drummer you kissed at Halloween!” Chan shouted.
Hyunjin felt his soul leave his body. Felix whispered, “How did he know?”
“I don’t know! I promise!” Hyunjin whimpered, hands up like he was under arrest.
Felix jumped off the console, yanked Hyunjin by the shirt, shoved him behind the boxes again.
“Stay hidden,” Felix hissed, like a mafia boss hiding his favorite stupid boyfriend.
Then he plastered on the fakest voice ever.
“Hi, Chan, my darling honey loves!” Felix chirped as he cracked the door open.
“Where is he?!” Chan barked.
“Huh? I’m alone?” Felix lied without even blinking.
Chan growled. “Your make-out session has been aired to the whole campus!”
Felix’s face dropped. “What!?”
Chan kept shouting, Felix kept trying to calm him, and Hyunjin felt himself shrivel behind the boxes.
He heard footsteps, more yelling, shoes stomping away. Then silence and Hyunjin waited. And waited. Then, he peeked out.
Felix was gone. The lights were off. The room looked like the aftermath of a crime scene.
Hyunjin was still clutching Felix’s hoodie like an abandoned Victorian orphan.
“…What now,” Hyunjin muttered to himself, face red, foot tapping anxiously. “Can’t believe I’m a third party. But he said they’re not together, right?” He asked no one.
Minutes later, Ni-ki and Jake showed up at the booth, panicked but still gleeful.
Ni-ki gasped. “Hyunjin! How’s the make-out session? We locked you two!”
Hyunjin kicked him immediately and missed by a full meter.
Jake burst out laughing. “Bro, the whole campus heard it!”
Hyunjin blinked. “Huh?”
“You don’t know?” Jake grinned, smug. “I think you accidentally pressed the ON AIR button. Your voices were broadcasted live.”
Hyunjin’s soul evaporated. “Oh my god—What did you hear?”
Ni-ki counted on his fingers. “Uhmm… first, that Felix and Chan aren’t officially back. Two… They’re trying to work things out but not really. Three… that Felix and Changbin have been making out every Tuesday.”
Hyunjin’s jaw hit the floor. Jake added cheerfully, “And that you’re a Victorian child waiting for bread.”
“What the—”
“And that you like Felix,” Ni-ki continued casually.
Hyunjin threw a box at the wall.
Jake leaned in. “Oh, and the make-out noises. The soft moans? The whole messy part with tongue?” He mimicked a dramatic shiver. “BRO.”
“Oh my god, shut up, Jake!” Hyunjin yelled, face flaming, clutching Felix’s hoodie like it was a tragic relic from a failed love story.
Jake and Ni-ki just laughed.
Hyunjin wanted to dig a hole, crawl in, and never come out.
Hyunjin stumbled back into the dorm like a soldier returning from emotional warfare. His hair was a mess, his shirt stretched, his dignity dead on arrival.
The room was empty. Seungmin wasn’t back yet. He collapsed onto his bed and held Felix’s hoodie against his face like it was a life support machine.
“I hate my life,” he whispered dramatically into the fabric.
Thirty minutes later, the door swung open and Seungmin walked in, chewing gum like he was legally obligated to be unimpressed by everything.
“Catch,” Seungmin said. Hyunjin automatically reached out.
A small digital recorder hit his palm. Hyunjin stared. “…What is this?”
“Play it,” Seungmin said, plopping down on his bed with the attitude of someone about to witness something stupid.
Hyunjin pressed the button. There was a static first. Then Felix’s voice. Clear. Sharp. Beautiful. Deadly.
“Me and Chan aren’t officially back—”
“OH MY GOD—NO—NO—NO—TURN IT OFF—” Hyunjin shrieked, mashing buttons like a pigeon on a keyboard.
The recorder ignored him.
“We’re still trying to work things out, but not really—”
“Stop talking!!” Hyunjin begged the device, hitting it, shaking it, threatening it.
It kept playing. His life kept ending. He panicked, threw the recorder on the floor and stomped on it like it insulted his ancestors.
Seungmin burst out laughing. “Even if you destroy that,” he said, wiping tears, “the whole school already heard it.”
Hyunjin froze while stomping. “Oh my god… oh my GOD…”
He dropped onto his bed, hands on his face, muffled screaming filling the room.
“Drink. Before you combust.” Seungmin tossed him a beer.
Hyunjin cracked it open and chugged half in one go. Seungmin watched him with mild disgust and admiration. “Dude… how did you even make Felix kiss you? You don’t take a bath.”
Hyunjin slammed the can down. “Yah! I took a bath earlier today!”
“Which is rare.”
“Thank god I took one,” Hyunjin said, grabbing another beer. “Imagine if I smelled like despair when Felix kissed me. I would’ve died. Actually died. Real funeral.”
Seungmin nodded. “Yeah. Thank God you didn’t smell like the rat section of a zoo.”
Hyunjin groaned into his hands.
“I miss him already,” he said quietly.
Seungmin’s chewing slowed. He looked over.
“I still like him,” Hyunjin admitted, voice cracking like a broken glow stick. “I don’t know what to do with my feelings, Min. I’m… I’m malfunctioning.”
Seungmin sipped his beer and sighed like he’d been waiting centuries for this conversation.
“Bro,” he said, patting Hyunjin’s shoulder with a single limp tap, “you’re in love with a man who ran you over twice, kissed you without remembering your name, and made your panic attack broadcasted campus wide.”
Hyunjin nodded sadly. “Yeah…”
“And you still like him?”
Hyunjin buried his face in Felix’s hoodie. “No. I think I love him.”
Seungmin blinked. Chugged the rest of his beer. “God help us all,” he muttered.
Hyunjin groaned louder, rolling back and forth on his bed like a dying seal.
He had no plan. No dignity. No romantic strategy.
Just a broken recorder, a broken heart, and a Felix-shaped hole in his brain.
And still… All he wanted was that brat, Felix Lee.
A month dragged by, and somewhere along the way, Hyunjin realized the universe was no longer simply teasing him, it was actively bullying him.
If before Felix merely avoided him with a kind of elegant disdain, now Felix had ascended to a terrifying new level. It was less “avoidance” and more “witness protection program.”
Felix developed a supernatural instinct. Hyunjin wasn’t sure whether it was scent, vibration, or sheer hatred that allowed him to detect Hyunjin’s presence before he even entered a room.
The moment Hyunjin stepped within a ten-meter radius, Felix would vanish with the speed and precision of a particularly judgemental housecat.
Yet from afar, Hyunjin still caught glimpses. Little flashes of blond hair, the glint of a designer accessory, the unmistakable sway of Felix’s walk as he crossed the courtyard with his usual mind bending confidence. But never close enough to touch, or speak, or even accidentally breathe in his direction.
Word eventually spread that Felix and Chan were officially over. The entire campus approved this information with the level of interest normally reserved for celebrity divorces. But Felix didn’t look heartbroken.
If anything, he seemed to glow even brighter, as though the breakup had been a moisturizer upgrade.
One afternoon, Hyunjin went up to the roof deck. And he told himself it was to clear his head, though even thinking the phrase “clear his head” felt laughably optimistic when Felix Lee existed and saw Felix surrounded by the entire rugby team.
They lifted him up onto their shoulders like some tiny, sparkly deity. Felix was laughing, legs dangling, hair bouncing, and Hyunjin stood frozen in place, feeling something inside him crumble quietly, like a stale cookie dropped on cold tile.
Then came the championship game.
During halftime, Felix appeared in the middle of the field, dancing alongside Jeongin, Jisung, and the entire cheer squad. Felix flipped his hair, hit a perfect body roll, winked at a camera, and sent the stadium into screams so loud Hyunjin swore the earth shifted slightly off its axis.
The lights caught everywhere. On Felix’s glitter, the sequins of his outfit, the curve of his smirk and Hyunjin realized, with growing despair, that Felix didn’t just move on. He thrived. He flourished. He was incandescent.
Felix’s life was glamorous, and Hyunjin wasn’t even a footnote in it anymore.
People quickly forgot the whole broadcast booth scandal. Felix was the queen bee of the university’s ecosystem. Scandals rolled off him like water off a diamond-encrusted duck.
Meanwhile, Hyunjin became known simply as “Felix’s mistake,” which was possibly the most depressing title anyone could receive. Some people remembered him as the “guy Felix kissed by accident,” others as “the drummer who cried on air like a Victorian child,” and a few remembered him as that guy who lost his skateboard to vehicular manslaughter.
Hyunjin was stewing in all this misery one evening when Seungmin tossed a medium sized box onto his lap.
“What’s this for?” Hyunjin asked, too exhausted to be suspicious.
“Christmas gift,” Seungmin said, leaning back on his bed without looking up.
Hyunjin frowned. “It’s still November.”
Seungmin shrugged. “Early bird.”
Hyunjin lifted the lid and stared.
Inside was a complete hygiene arsenal. Shampoo. Conditioner. Body wash. Deodorant. Mouthwash. Toothbrush. Toothpaste. Facial cleanser. Foot powder. Wet wipes. Breath spray. A travel sized perfume. Even a tiny instruction card titled How Not To Smell Like Emotional Decay.
Hyunjin lifted his gaze slowly, murderously.
“I’m going to kill you,” he declared, hurling a toothbrush with doomed accuracy.
Seungmin dodged effortlessly, barely glancing up. “Violence isn’t going to help your scent profile.”
“Min,” Hyunjin said, voice cracking with betrayal, “I shower.”
“Not enough to keep Felix Lee from sprinting away like he’s in a zombie apocalypse.”
Hyunjin groaned and collapsed backwards onto his bed, burying his face into a pillow and letting out a long, wounded wail. Seungmin watched him with a mix of pity and amusement, the expression of a man who had signed an emotional-support-drummer contract he deeply regretted.
Hyunjin rolled onto his side, voice soft and miserable. “I still miss him.”
Seungmin paused the chewing of his gum.
“I still like him,” Hyunjin whispered, clutching the pillow as if it were a life preserver. “I don’t know what to do with everything I’m feeling. It’s like my whole brain is expiring.”
Seungmin sighed the sigh of a man who was far too young to be dealing with this level of romantic stupidity.
Felix Lee was currently bouncing on top of a very enthusiastic basketball player whose name he had already forgotten. Something like Jae? Jay? Jaeho? Jinwoo? Whatever. The guy kept moaning like he was auditioning for a drama special and Felix was thoroughly unimpressed.
Felix rolled his eyes while grinding.
“You sound like a dying vacuum cleaner,” he muttered.
The guy laughed breathlessly. “Sorry—just thought you liked—”
Before he could finish, there was a sharp knock on the door.
“Felix?” his mother’s elegant voice called through the wood. “Remember to use a condom.”
Felix froze. The basketball guy froze. Time froze.
“MOM!” Felix screeched, nearly falling off the bed. “What the fuck?!”
There was the gentle rustle of slippers retreating. “Just looking out for your future. And your GPA.”
Felix threw a pillow at the door. “Not now!”
The basketball guy burst into laughter. “Damn, your mom knows we’re—”
“Shut up,” Felix snapped, cheeks flaming. “And go home.”
“Wait, but we weren’t fini—”
“GO. HOME.”
The guy got dressed in record speed and bolted, still chuckling.
Felix collapsed back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling, hair sticking to his forehead, chest heaving.
Alone.
Finally.
And immediately, his brain decided to betray him.
Because the moment he closed his eyes, Hyunjin’s stupid face appeared.
Not the fever face. Not the “I got run over” face. Not even the dramatic Victorian orphan face.
The kiss face.
The way Hyunjin looked at him like Felix hung the moon. The way his breath had hitched. The way his fingers trembled on Felix’s waist.
Felix slapped his cheeks hard. “No! Stop that!”
He rolled over, groaning.
He couldn’t remember exactly when, but slowly, quietly… Hyunjin had started appearing everywhere in his thoughts. Like some kind of contagious disease. Like glitter that refused to wash off.
“Uggggghhhhh!”
He grabbed his phone and called Jisung first.
Jisung answered instantly.
“Ohhh—Fu—Fel—” smooch smooch “—wait—baby—Minho—stop biting—HELLO?!”
Felix gagged. “Are you two making out?!”
Jisung gasped dramatically. “Felix, not all of us can be abstinent—”
Felix hung up. "Disgusting."
He then called Jeongin. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Straight to voicemail.
“Ughhhh, useless.”
Felix flopped back, kicking his legs like an angry cat.
His skin felt hot. His brain felt louder than the music downstairs. And Hyunjin’s face would not get out of his head.
Finally, desperate, annoyed, and seconds away from emotional combustion.
He called Hyunjin. The line clicked instantly.
“Hello?” Hyunjin said, sounding half asleep and fully clueless. “Huh? Who is this?”
Felix saw red. “Are you dumb? Mother. Fucking. Idiot.”
There was a beat. A long one. Then Hyunjin’s entire tone flipped like a light switch.
“Oh—Felix?” His voice brightened instantly... soft, warm, stupidly hopeful. “Hi.”
Felix’s stomach did a flip he refused to acknowledge. “Where the hell are you?”
“…My dorm?” Hyunjin said slowly. “Why? Do you... want to see me?”
Felix almost threw his phone.
“Shut up and send me your location!!”
Because somehow, somewhere between running away from him and kissing him senseless… Felix Lee had stopped avoiding Hyunjin.
And started craving him.
Hyunjin had never felt more disoriented in his life.
Not when Felix ran him over. Not when Felix kissed him. Not when Felix kissed him again. Not even when he accidentally broadcast moans to the entire university.
But tonight? Tonight was different.
Because Seungmin was lying on the lower bunk scrolling through notes for class, reading in that bored, omniscient tone of his, while Hyunjin sat upright on his own bed, staring blankly at a wall like it held the answers to his entire existence.
“Min,” Hyunjin said quietly, “Felix asked where I am.”
Seungmin didn’t even look up. “And what about it?”
“I…” Hyunjin blinked, genuinely baffled. “I don’t know?”
Seungmin sighed, long and theatrical, like he’d been waiting for this exact stupidity. “Do you want my honest take?”
“No.”
“You’re getting it anyway.” He flipped a page. “You’re an idiot.”
Hyunjin glared at him half heartedly. Seungmin stretched. “I want ramen, Hyune.”
“Pass,” Hyunjin said immediately. “I just brushed my teeth.”
Seungmin looked at him like he’d just declared he was giving up oxygen. “Wow. Is that you? Are you… evolving?”
Hyunjin would’ve thrown a pillow at him if he had the strength, but he didn’t. He was too busy replaying that phone call over and over.
“Where the hell are you?”
Felix sounded angry. Felix sounded breathless. Felix sounded… like Felix.
And Hyunjin’s heart had sprinted straight out of his chest, across the quad, and into the void. Before he could process further, someone started banging on their door.
Hard. Violently.
Like the police. Or a raccoon. Or Felix Lee. “OPEN UP!”
Hyunjin jolted. Seungmin slid off the bed with the defeated resignation of someone who knew chaos had arrived.
Seungmin cracked the door open a sliver. And then he froze.
Because Felix stood there, hoodie unzipped, hair messy, chest heaving, eyes wild like he’d sprinted across campus fueled solely by vengeance and caffeine.
Felix shoved the door wider, using exactly zero percent of politeness. “Move.”
Seungmin stumbled back. “What the—hey—”
Felix didn’t care. Felix didn’t even see him. He stormed into the room like a hurricane with pretty freckles, eyes laser focused.
On Hyunjin.
Hyunjin, who was now standing, hands limp at his sides, very certain he was about to die or ascend (unclear which).
Felix marched straight toward him.
“Felix—?” Hyunjin squeaked.
“What?” Felix snapped. “Are you going to pretend you don’t know why I’m here?!”
“I—no—yes—maybe—?” Hyunjin squeaked harder.
And then Felix grabbed him by the hoodie, yanked him down and kissed him.
Not the accidental broadcasted kiss. Not the messy locked-in-a-booth kiss. Not the oh-my-god-shut-up kiss.
This one was angry. And relieved. And hungry. And absolutely lethal to Hyunjin’s remaining brain cells.
Hyunjin made an embarrassing noise. Somewhere between a gasp and a squeak and Felix kissed him harder, pushing him back as if he’d rehearsed this.
Seungmin, meanwhile, stood three feet away holding his ramen packet like it was a child witnessing a crime.
He stared. Blinking slowly. Processing. “Okay,” Seungmin said finally, voice flat. “I’m… gonna go. To literally anywhere else.”
Neither Felix nor Hyunjin heard him.
Felix’s fingers curled in Hyunjin’s hoodie. Hyunjin’s breath hitched. Reality unraveled like cheap thread.
Felix pulled back just slightly, lips swollen, eyes blazing. “There,” he breathed. “Happy?”
Hyunjin, completely fried, whispered, “Not yet.”
And Felix, despite himself, smirked.
Seungmin, on his way out, muttered, “I hate this school." The door clicked shut behind him.
And Hyunjin, breathless and shaking, realized: Felix didn’t come here for closure. He came here for me.
Hyunjin’s heart was still beating in his ears long after Seungmin slammed the door behind him.
Felix hadn’t moved. He was still pressed against Hyunjin’s chest like gravity had something personal against them. Neither of them spoke. Just breathing, hot, uneven, ridiculous.
“You kissed me again,” Hyunjin finally whispered.
Felix’s nose brushed his cheek. “Yeah. It’s becoming a problem.”
Hyunjin swallowed hard. “Is it?”
Felix didn’t answer. His fingers curled into Hyunjin’s shirt. He looked up, eyes flickering over Hyunjin’s face like he was checking for regrets.
There were none. Just that annoyingly tender look that Hyunjin didn’t even try to hide anymore.
Felix leaned in slower this time. A little smug. Like he was giving Hyunjin a chance to back out.
He didn’t.
The kiss was warm. Then greedy. Then soft again. Like it couldn’t decide what it wanted to be.
Felix pushed Hyunjin toward the bed with his hips, and Hyunjin just let him, back of his knees hitting the edge of the mattress like his body had always known the choreography.
Felix climbed on his lap and sighed dramatically. “You smell like vanilla.”
“I used Seungmin’s body wash,” Hyunjin muttered, dazed.
Felix laughed into his mouth. “Good call.”
Clothes didn’t fly. They drifted. Pulled off one piece at a time with teasing fingers and stifled giggles. Every new patch of skin felt like unwrapping something forbidden and overdue.
They didn’t rush. They couldn’t.
Hyunjin’s hands traced the lines of Felix’s back like he was memorizing topography or geography, he wasn't sure. Felix threaded his fingers through Hyunjin’s hair like he was grounding himself. Hyunjin kept staring at the blond like he still couldn't believe it.
“You gonna fuck me or just keep staring like I’m a miracle?”
“You are a miracle,” Hyunjin replied without thinking, voice low.
That earned him a roll of Felix’s eyes and a crooked smirk. “You’re so dramatic,” Felix murmured, but let himself be kissed anyway.
The kiss was slow. Felix tasted like strawberry gum and rebellion, and Hyunjin melted into it, hands cupping the sharp curve of Felix’s jaw like it was art. He could feel Felix’s smirk even in the kiss, felt the challenge in the tilt of his head, in the way he didn’t move made Hyunjin chase him.
When they pulled apart, breathless, Felix dragged a finger down Hyunjin’s chest.
“I thought drummers had rhythm,” he said, deadpan. “You kiss like you’re about to propose.”
Hyunjin laughed, soft, dizzy. “I would.”
Felix blinked, his bravado faltering for just a breath. Then he scoffed and took off his lap, crawling backward onto the narrow dorm bed. “Then show me something worth marrying.”
Hyunjin followed, aching with love and something heavier. Hyunjin licked his fingers unhurriedly... eyes not leaving Felix before he teased Felix's ass. Circling slowly before he pushed them in, gaining a soft tiny moan and a parted lips.
He slid his fingers smoothly and clawing them inside, slow at first until if fastened. Felix's moans grew louder and messier.
His stupid cock was already twitching with excitement. "I'm gonna come just by watching your gorgeous face."
Then Felix snapped. "I'm gonna kill you if your sperm come flying now. Hold it in, Hyunjin."
Hyunjin grinned like an idiot. I'm doomed.
Because Felix was his dream. May it be a dry dream or wet dream. After more minutes of fingering with Felix's face looking like a wild angel but undone, he was determined not to put Felix down.
So after the finger fucking session, he immediately unwrapped a condom and clumsily wore it. Squeezed ample amount of lube while his breathing was harsh.
"Relax, Hyunjin." Felix chuckled while shaking his head. Hyunjin looked hopeless.
The bed creaked under their weight, barely wide enough for them both. Posters of AC/DC and Aerosmith watched from the walls, and moonlight snuck through the blinds in slatted silver stripes. Felix was still, laying back, arms spread like a bratty little prince, all cheekbones and mischief, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but hover above him like gravity had been rewritten.
“You drive me insane,” Hyunjin whispered, kissing down the side of Felix’s neck, where skin met soft collarbone.
Felix shivered. “You like that I do.”
“I love that you do.”
Felix’s breath hitched just a little. But then he pulled Hyunjin by his nape, fingers cool, voice velvet.
“Stick it in, lover boy.”
Hyunjin obliged and positioned himself. Felix stared at Hyunjin's length, not bothering to hide his gaze. He ran his palm slowly down Hyunjin’s chest, like testing the weight of emotion, of flesh. “Still too soft,” he said, teasing. “You should lift more.”
"I will..."
Then Hyunjin stuck the tip... slowly, he penetrated Felix. Sliding just right. Then he caught Felix’s wrist and kissed the inside of it, right where the pulse beat frantic and bright. “You love it.”
Felix didn’t deny it. He crumpled his face with the sudden stretch of his ass. Grunting like they weren't in a dorm. "Oh, fuck. You are so good inside me..." The blond scratched Hyunjin's back lightly, anchoring himself.
The thrusts grew slower, deeper. No rush. Hyunjin kissed every inch of skin he could reach like it was sacred. Felix shifted, whimpered too loud then slapped a hand over his mouth like he hadn’t meant to let it escape.
Hyunjin smiled against his stomach. “Let me hear you again, loud like that.”
Felix shook his head, bratty to the end. “Only if you earn it.”
So Hyunjin did. His thrusts were becoming fast, slamming his shaft inside. Hitting the sweetest spot.
He worshipped with lips and hands, moving over Felix like a song... messy, improvised, but full of rhythm. He couldn't comprehend this, tasting Felix's sweat and the skin he’d only dreamed of before. Felix’s fingers curled in the sheets, pulling and pushing Hyunjin, always wanting more, never quite satisfied and that only made Hyunjin want to try harder.
"Ughhh, fuck... Hyunjin! Faster!" He was loud, just like how Hyunjin wanted him to.
There was a moment, somewhere between breathless kisses and tangled limbs when Felix let out a broken sound and pressed their foreheads together.
“Seriously. Don’t fall in love with me,” he whispered, eyes closed. “I’m not good at it.”
Too late, Hyunjin thought. He didn’t say it.
Instead, he kissed him again... deep and aching, full of everything he didn’t know how to say without offending the other or sounding like an idiot. Felix kissed back like he wanted to forget the world. Like it was safer here, in the heat and dark, in Hyunjin’s arms.
They moved in sync. Sighed in sync. And when Hyunjin finally rocked into him, Felix let him, let the walls fall, even just for tonight. Their bodies tangled in heat, heartbeats pounding like drums beneath skin.
Felix’s hand curled in Hyunjin’s hair, his lips finding Hyunjin’s temple. “You're gonna write a song about this, aren't you?” he mumbled, already half-lidded.
“I already did,” Hyunjin said softly. “It just didn’t have a name until now.”
Felix snorted, nudging his side. “Loser.”
Hyunjin ran his fingers through blond hair, slow and tender. “Yours.”
Felix didn’t answer. But he didn’t push Hyunjin away either.
"Another one," He pounded again, eyes staring straight at the blond.
He loved how his hole was filled with Hyunjin's massiveness. His ass was leaking wet, welcoming Hyunjin entirely while both couldn't get enough of each other. Lips bruising both, beautiful and stubborn.
It was chaos, but it was a pretty chaos. Like the universe had finally agreed to shut up for a second and give them this.
“You’re a tease,” Felix mumbled against Hyunjin’s throat.
“You started it.”
“I’m finishing it.”
They moved like they were making a wish. Touched like it might be the last time. Kissed like it was the first.
Felix's legs rested on Hyunjin's shoulders, letting Hyunjin had a full access of going in and out. And somewhere between breathless whispers and stupid confessions, between Felix swearing at the cold air and Hyunjin trying to cover them both with the blanket, something changed.
But then Felix shifted, sliding one leg over Hyunjin’s hips and settling there. He pushed Hyunjin down and Felix was now on top like he owned Hyunjin.
“You sure you wanna ride me?” Hyunjin murmured.
Felix stretched like a cat, hips rolling with sinful casualness. “I love big cocks!”
Hyunjin sucked in a breath, fingers tightening instinctively around Felix’s waist. Felix felt it. Hyunjin’s reaction, the way his body responded and smirked.
“There it is,” Felix whispered. “You'll be obsessed with me.”
“You think I'm not yet obsessed?” Hyunjin admitted, voice low and wrecked.
Felix leaned down, kissing the corner of his mouth... slowly, lazy, taunting. “Good.”
His nails dragged lightly down Hyunjin’s chest, just enough pressure to tease, not enough to leave marks, though Hyunjin almost wished he would. Felix’s hand rested just below Hyunjin’s ribs, hovering, daring him to break first.
“Felix…” Hyunjin warned, breath shuddering.
“What?” Felix blinked innocently, rolling his hips again, slow, smooth, wicked. “You said you wanted to hear me. I want to hear you too.”
Hyunjin swallowed hard. “You're playing with fire.”
Felix grinned. “Then burn.”
He kissed Hyunjin again, but this time there was no hesitation. Felix deepened it, biting Hyunjin’s lower lip, pulling a soft noise from him that Hyunjin tried (and failed) to swallow. Felix chased it, kissed him harder, tasting all the restraint Hyunjin was trying to keep.
“You’re holding back,” Felix murmured against his mouth, bouncing on his cock. “Don’t.”
Hyunjin smirking, flipped them again before he could think, pressing Felix into the mattress with a force that made the bed groan. Felix gasped, surprised but thrilled, eyes lighting up like struck matches.
“Oh,” he breathed. “There you are.”
Hyunjin hovered above him, hair falling into his face, chest rising and falling in heavy waves. “You push me,” he whispered. “And you know exactly what you’re doing.”
Felix tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Do I?”
Hyunjin kissed down his throat, slower, hotter, teeth grazing skin in dangerous promises. Felix’s breath hitched, barely audible, but enough. Hyunjin smiled against his neck.
“You’re not as unaffected as you pretend.”
Felix shoved at his shoulder but weakly, betraying himself. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Felix grabbed his hair and yanked him back into a kiss hungrily and messy, all edge and heat. Hyunjin groaned into it, letting Felix set the pace. He was relentless, greedy, demanding. Their bodies moved again together with an urgency that wasn’t rushed... just inevitable, like gravity pulling them toward that same burning center.
Felix arched beneath him, breath trembling, fingers digging into Hyunjin’s back like trying to anchor himself.
“You love this,” Hyunjin whispered, lips brushing Felix’s ear. “You love making me lose my mind.”
Felix’s voice cracked just slightly when he answered. “Maybe.”
Hyunjin kissed the words off his mouth.
The diva gasped softly and grip harder. Every brush, every grind, every shared breath sent another wave of heat spiraling through both of them. Felix tugged Hyunjin closer by the waist, forcing their hips flush, and whispered, breath shivering, “Hyunjin… don’t stop.”
Hyunjin’s heart nearly burst. “I wasn’t planning to.”
Felix dragged his thumb over Hyunjin’s lower lip, watching how his breath caught, how his pupils blew wide with desire. “Good,” Felix said, voice low, bratty, trembling. “You can come now, fuck me harder... Hmmmmm...”
Hyunjin made a sound... half laugh and half groan and kissed him until Felix stopped smirking and started trembling again.
The record on the desk clicked and rewound into silence. Moonlight cut across Felix’s body in pale lines. The bed rocked, rhythm matching their breath, their impatience, their need.
Felix wrapped his legs around Hyunjin’s waist, pulling him down, whispering into his mouth, “Come on. Show me how much you want me.”
Hyunjin answered with his whole body. Felix gasped, sharp, unguarded and Hyunjin kissed the sound into his throat, murmuring curses.
Felix, finally unraveling, tipped his face in Hyunjin’s shoulder and breathed a shaky, whispered plea against his skin.
“Hyunjin… please.”
Hyunjin’s entire body stilled for half a heartbeat and then he broke.
Everything after that was heat, rhythm, breath, and a kind of lust that felt too intimate to name. Their movements were desperate and rough, passionate but not careless. They clung to each other like the room was spinning, like they were the only steady thing left.
Felix’s fingers trembled on Hyunjin’s spine. Hyunjin kissed every sound out of him and still starved. Their bodies moved in fast, rising waves, building, breaking, building again until Felix wrapped both arms around him and whispered something small, shattered, almost frightened by its own honesty.
"You're so fucking good in bed..."
When it was over, they lay tangled together in the dim light, chests rising in sync, cheeks warm and glowing.
Felix traced lazy circles over Hyunjin’s ribs. “You’re not gonna make this weird, are you?”
Hyunjin smiled, eyes half-lidded. “Too late.”
Felix rolled his eyes and kissed him again anyway. And Hyunjin, finally, finally, let himself fall freely.
It was official in Hyunjin's head even if Felix didn't agree. And guess what? Hyunjin's stupid ass was counting the days like a toddler who just discovered numbers.
Day One:
The cafeteria was packed. Students were lined up for overpriced lattes and undercooked spaghetti, chatting, scrolling, existing. Then the crowd parted like Moses split the sea, and in walked Hyunjin. Flannel wrinkled, shoelaces untied, hair somehow perfect, clutching what looked like a DIY hostage bouquet of three limp daisies, one rogue weed, and possibly a chewed straw.
He made a beeline for Felix, who was sitting with Jeongin and Jisung, sipping an iced Americano like it was brewed by angels.
Hyunjin stopped. He cleared his throat. Then, with the voice of a man who had watched too many K-dramas and had nothing left to lose, he declared:
“Felix, go out with me.”
A dramatic pause followed. Chopsticks froze in the air. A spoon clattered to the floor.
Jeongin scrunched his nose. “Ew. Go away.”
Jisung whispered, “Oh my God. Is he for real?”
Felix didn’t even blink. He took another sip and said nothing, just stared at Hyunjin like he was a weird Christmas commercial you can’t skip on the television.
Defeated, Hyunjin shuffled away, bouquet slowly shedding petals behind him like trail markers for his humiliation.
Day Two:
If Hyunjin couldn’t win him with flowers, he would win him with words. Yes. Passion, ink-stained desperation.
He spent the night drafting love letters on scented stationery stolen from Seungmin’s high school memory box. Most started with “Dear Felix, I hate how beautiful you are” and spiraled into lyrical nonsense about hair like honey and voice like morally confusing thunder.
At the end of the lecture the next day, as students packed their bags and shuffled out, Hyunjin stood at the classroom door holding his poorly stapled fanfic like confessions.
“Felix,” he called out. “Please… just one date.”
Felix rolled his eyes so hard, a girl behind him gasped.
“What are you, the president of Yearning Club?” Felix said, walking past without taking the letter.
Hyunjin lowered the papers like a fallen soldier.
The janitor clapped sympathetically.
Day Three:
Seungmin was eating cereal straight from the box when Hyunjin burst into their dorm. “I’m doing it,” Hyunjin said.
“Doing what?” Seungmin asked without looking up.
“I’m going to win him.”
Seungmin snorted. “With what? Your overdraft account and a 2.3 GPA?”
“I have a plan,” Hyunjin said, dramatically tossing his hoodie on. “Dad’s van. Classic romance. Show up. Sweep him off his feet.”
“More like kidnap him in a rusty family vehicle,” Seungmin muttered.
The van, a faded blue eyesore that smelled like seatbelt sweat and soccer tournaments, screeched into campus like a midlife crisis. Inside, Hyunjin was blaring an 80s love song playlist he stole off YouTube and chewing gum for confidence.
He spotted Felix walking with Jeongin and Jisung, laughing like a K-pop prince on MTV.
Hyunjin stopped the van with a jerky lurch and rolled down the window like a bad Fast & Furious reboot.
“Felix!” he called out.
Felix turned, squinting.
“Oh no,” Jeongin said. “Not this animal again.”
“What do you want?” Felix grunted, arms crossed.
Hyunjin leaned out the window. “You. I want you.”
Jisung gagged audibly. “EWW.”
Jeongin added, “Are you crazy?”
“Get in,” Hyunjin said, like this was the Notebook and not a live-action Shrek sequel.
Felix sighed like the weight of every ex he’s ever had just climbed on his shoulders. “I hate this. I hate you.”
“And yet…?” Hyunjin smiled with tragic hope.
Felix groaned and opened the door. “If this van smells like expired kimchi, I’m suing.”
He got in. Hyunjin fist-pumped the air like a boyband member who just made it through auditions.
Jisung yelled, "OH MY GOD, FELIX IS KIDNAPPED!"
Jeongin looked at Jisung like he was the dumbest person alive, "Jisung, Felix voluntarily ride that disgusting van."
Inside the Van, Hyunjin could't stop smiling.
“Are you trying to win me with cassette tapes?” Felix asked, poking the ancient radio.
“No,” Hyunjin lied. “Yes. Maybe. Shut up.”
Felix stared at the fuzzy dice dangling from the rearview mirror. “You are one pair of Crocs away from being my villain origin story.”
“I wore deodorant today,” Hyunjin said proudly.
“Romance is dead,” Felix muttered, pulling the seatbelt like it was a noose.
Hyunjin, undeterred, pulled out a convenience store rose and held it out.
Felix blinked. “Did you steal that?”
“No.”
“You absolutely did.”
“I borrowed it from the flower bucket. With emotion.”
Felix stared at the single rose, then at Hyunjin’s face. Then rolled down the window and yeeted it out.
Hyunjin gasped. “That was our future!”
Felix deadpanned, “I just gave it a better one.”
Back at the Cafeteria, Jeongin and Jisung sounded like commentary kings. “Do you think they’ll end up together?” Jisung asked, slurping his banana milk.
Jeongin shrugged. “Only if Hyunjin survives the emotional whiplash. And Felix doesn’t kill him.”
“Would you date someone who owns a van like that?”
“I’d burn someone who owns a van like that.”
“Hot.”
Meanwhile, Hyunjin parked the van under a tree that looked vaguely romantic if you squinted. He turned off the engine and looked at Felix.
Felix looked back. “So?”
“So… this is the part where you fall in love with me.”
Felix raised a brow. “I already said ‘ew’ to you twice this week.”
“I believe in redemption arcs.”
There was a pause.
“Why are you doing all this?” Felix finally asked.
Hyunjin sighed. “Because the moment you ran over my foot, I knew… you were going to stomp on my heart too.”
Felix burst out laughing. Full on body shaking, wheezing laughter.
“You’re an idiot,” he said, still giggling.
“An idiot in love,” Hyunjin grinned.
Felix shook his head but didn’t get out of the van.
Instead, he leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
“Fine. One date,” he said.
Hyunjin froze. “What?”
“You heard me, Captain Yearning. But if you bring another dead bouquet, I’m setting it on fire.”
Hyunjin punched the air. “YES.”
“Shut up before I change my mind.”
“Too late. I’m updating my relationship status on My Space.”
Felix facepalmed. “Oh, fuck.”
The universe was cruel, poetic, and probably laughing at them when Felix grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist and dragged him again into the broadcast booth that had already witnessed too many questionable life choices.
The door clicked shut behind them. This was their third month together after a weekly date within Hyunjin's budget because he didn't want Felix to pay for anything. Yes, it was finally official. And Felix consented with a Non-Disclosure Agreement.
Hyunjin barely had time to whisper, “Déjà vu?” before Felix shoved him against the console and kissed him like he was trying to erase every thought from his brain.
Hyunjin’s breath left him in a rush.
Felix tasted like iced coffee and danger. His hands were in Hyunjin’s hair, pulling, guiding, demanding. Hyunjin didn’t care if they were trespassing. He didn’t care if someone outside heard. He didn’t care about anything except the warmth pressed up against him and the way Felix bit his lower lip like he owned it.
Hyunjin gasped into his mouth.
“Felix—wait—”
“No waiting,” Felix muttered, climbing onto Hyunjin like gravity didn’t apply to him. “You can breathe later.”
Hyunjin made a sound he’d deny to his grave, grabbing Felix’s waist and pulling him closer, anchoring him. Felix kissed him harder, messier, like every missed moment, every avoided hallway, every bitter glance had been building toward this exact explosion.
Hyunjin pulled back with effort, forehead pressed to Felix’s. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Good,” Felix whispered, lips brushing his. “Stop talking.”
Hyunjin didn’t. Couldn’t.
“I love you,” he breathed, the words slipping out like they’d been living in his lungs too long.
Felix froze. Blink. Tilt of the head.
Then, in the most Felix Lee way possible, he smirked and said, “I love myself too.”
Hyunjin choked, half scandalized, half lovesick, entirely ruined.
Felix rolled his eyes, grabbed Hyunjin’s face with both hands, and kissed him again before he could react. “Fine. I love you,” Felix murmured against his mouth, “but I love myself more. Just so we’re clear.”
Hyunjin laughed into the kiss, breathy, overwhelmed, stupidly happy. “I’ll take what I can get.”
Felix kissed him again, deeper this time. Slower. More deliberate. Like he was claiming him in the only language he ever bothered speaking fluently.
The room grew hotter than it should have been. Their breaths tangled. Their hands explored everything they could reach. Jawlines, necks, hair, the hem of a hoodie pulled up just enough to tease.
Felix pushed Hyunjin back onto the console, knocking over a stack of papers, a pair of headphones, and possibly the dignity of whoever would use this booth tomorrow.
Hyunjin didn’t break eye contact. “We’re gonna get caught.”
Felix straddled his lap and kissed him hard enough to shut him up. “Not tonight.”
Hyunjin’s grip tightened on Felix’s hips. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re obsessed with me,” Felix whispered, dragging his mouth down the side of Hyunjin’s jaw. “Tragic, really.”
Hyunjin tilted his head back, surrendering. “Yeah. Completely. You are the apple to my pie. My straw to my berry. I love you, Felix Lee.”
Felix wore a disgusted face before he kissed him again... slow, fierce, addictive.
Outside, the campus was quiet. Inside, the booth felt too small to contain them.
Two disasters kissing like the world wasn’t watching this time.
Two idiots who somehow, unbelievably, fit.
Felix pulled back just enough for his breath to ghost over Hyunjin’s lips, eyes shining like he was seeing something he’d been afraid to want.
He untie his hair and put the pink satin ribbon on Hyunjin's wrist. “Fine,” he whispered, soft and trembling and impossibly beautiful. “I really love you too. Now shut up and fuck me.”
And Hyunjin did.
Happily.
Desperately.
Like someone whose whole universe had just tilted into place.
Like an absolute fool hopelessly, irrevocably in love with this infuriating blond... Felix Lee.
>FIN<