THIS IS GONNA BE A FELIX POV SO HERE I GO~

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You know those friends who are so obviously in love but refuse to admit it? That's Jeongin right now. I mean, I'm sitting here watching this whole thing unfold, and it's painfully clear the guy's been into my Aussie bestie Chan since the day they met during entrance exams. And yet, here we are—still waiting for him to acknowledge it.

It's almost comical, honestly. He gets all blushy and fumbles over his words every time Chan's around, but if you ask him about it, he denies everything. Full-on, wide-eyed denial, like we haven't noticed him sneaking glances and lighting up whenever Chan so much as looks his way.

It's obvious to everyone except, apparently, Jeongin himself. And Chan? Don't even get me started. He's completely oblivious or just waiting for Jeongin to make the first move.

Honestly, at this point, we're all just waiting for him to figure it out and put us all out of our misery.

"So, where did you two disappear to last night? None of us could reach you," I began, casually trying to get details.

"We were at KBBQ," Jeongin replied, a little too quickly.

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." He held his ground, but something about his tone was off.

"Okay, okay." I let it slide, but there was definitely something there.

Meanwhile, I felt Hyunjin's hand on my thigh, his fingers trailing just enough to make me feel like I was going to combust. I shot him a look, a silent plea to knock it off, but he just smirked back at me. God, that smirk of his—so infuriatingly confident and cocky, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. It made me feel weaker than I'd ever admit, but somehow, that made it impossible to resist him.

"Felix, we need to go to dance class," Hyunjin reminded me, pulling me from my daydream.

I was about to protest but caught myself. "Oh... right, dance class." I gave my friends a quick wave. "Gotta go, guys."

"Okay, see you later," they called back, none the wiser.

We walked down the hall, but just as we neared the dance studio, Hyunjin took a sharp left toward the bathrooms. Before I could question it, he glanced around, checking if anyone was nearby, then gently but firmly pushed me into a stall and pinned me against the wall. My heart was racing.

"Hyunjin," I managed, though my voice came out softer than I intended. The look in his eyes was unmistakable, his gaze dark and hungry. I knew this was coming, though—it had been building all day, the way he'd been looking at me, practically undressing me with his eyes. And now, here we were, my pulse pounding as he leaned in closer, his lips just inches from mine.

"Felix," he whispered, his breath hot and tempting against my skin.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he cradled his mouth against my neck, his lips barely brushing the surface. And then, he closed the gap, sucking vigorously, sending a wave of heat through me that was hard to ignore. I could feel my pulse quicken as his mouth explored my neck, leaving a trail of tingling warmth. His hands pressed against my waist, holding me close, grounding me even as my thoughts blurred.

His hands slid around my waist, pulling me in even tighter, pressing me firmly against the wall. My heart was racing, each beat amplified by the intensity between us.

"Hyunjin," I breathed out, barely managing his name. My head was swimming, trying to stay grounded, but his grip, his touch, made it nearly impossible. He tilted his head slightly, his lips now trailing along my jaw, planting gentle kisses that sent a thrill through me with each one.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he murmured softly, his voice low, the words lingering in the air between us.

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out—just an exhale, shaky and charged. The warmth of his lips, the way he held me, it was everything I didn't know I'd been craving all day.

It had only been 24 hours since he touched me, since he held me close and took me apart piece by piece, raw and intense. I missed him. We weren't together, not in the way that mattered, but we had this...whatever this was. Friends with benefits, maybe, but in moments like that, it felt like more.

"Prince," he murmured, one of those nicknames he only used when we were alone, just the two of us, no walls, no pretense. His voice was low, laced with the kind of warmth that wrapped around me, making me feel like I was more than just a friend, more than just someone who filled a space.

I didn't respond immediately. I just let myself breathe him in, taking in his presence, his scent, the way his fingertips brushed my skin like he knew exactly how I needed to be touched. Maybe this wasn't the commitment I thought I wanted, but it was real in its own way, a space only we understood.

He pulled back, admiring his work for a second, a satisfied smirk on his face as he took in the fresh mark he'd left just below my collarbone. One last hickey—just enough of a reminder that I was his, even if only in stolen moments like this.

With a final glance, he straightened up, fixing his shirt and smoothing his hair, transforming back into the composed, confident Hyunjin everyone else knew. I did the same, trying to settle my own racing heart and brushing off the lingering haze he left behind.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice now casual, as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah," I managed, nodding and trying not to give away too much.

We stepped out of the bathroom and headed down the hall to dance class, side by side but with a comfortable distance between us, like nothing was different—like I didn't still feel his hands on me, like my skin didn't still burn with the memory of him.

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so this is like teaser of the hyunlix i decided it will be dance themed since well dance racha 

BTW MINHO AND LIX ARE SIBLINGS

AND SO ARE JEONGIN AND JUNGWON

NOE GOODNIGHT MY LOVLIES