Felix's POV

The second Jeongin and Chan walked into Blue Hour, I knew something was up. Jeongin looked flustered, Chan looked way too smug, and the energy between them screamed "something happened." I grinned, practically bouncing over to them before they could even reach the counter.

"THERE THEY ARE!" I announced, loud enough for the entire café to hear.

Jeongin groaned, trying to sidestep me, but I wasn't letting him off the hook that easily.

"You're late!" I scolded, planting myself firmly in their path. "I need details. You disappeared to chans and now you show up together looking all... couple-y. What gives?"

Jeongin's face immediately turned red. "We're not—"

"None of your business," Chan cut in smoothly, grabbing Jeongin's hand and pulling him toward the counter. "Coffee first, gossip later."

I pouted, watching them go. Chan always had a way of shutting me down before I could properly interrogate Jeongin. Not fair.

As I turned back toward the table where Hyunjin was still seated, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, smirking when I saw his name.

Hyunjin: Meet me outside. Now.

I glanced up to find him already looking at me, one eyebrow raised and his lips quirked in that signature smirk that always made my stomach flip.

"Be right back!" I chirped, practically skipping toward the door.

Hyunjin was waiting for me just outside, leaning casually against the wall with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looked unfairly good, as usual, his blond hair falling perfectly into place despite the chilly breeze.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to play it cool.

Instead of answering, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me around the corner, out of sight of the café's windows.

"Hyunjin?" I started, but the words caught in my throat as he pushed me gently against the wall, his face inches from mine.

"You've been staring at me all morning," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

"No, I haven't!" I protested, though my racing heart probably gave me away.

He chuckled, leaning closer. "Liar."

Before I could come up with a witty retort, his lips were on mine. My brain short-circuited, and all I could do was cling to the front of his jacket as he kissed me like he'd been waiting for this moment forever.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark, and his lips curled into that infuriatingly confident smirk.

"Still denying it?" he asked, his voice a little breathless.

I swallowed hard, my face burning. "Shut up."

Hyunjin laughed, taking my hand and tugging me down the street. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

"Where are we going?" I asked, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

"Somewhere we won't get interrupted," he said simply, glancing back at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

I had a feeling I knew exactly what he meant, and my heart raced at the thought.

"Felix!" a voice called from behind us, and I turned to see Jeongin standing in the doorway of Blue Hour, looking equal parts confused and suspicious.

"Gotta go!" I called back, waving over my shoulder.

"Where are you going?!"

"Don't wait up!"

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i think you can guess why we left 

i ended up being pounded on hyunjin's bed all afternoon in his (it technically isn't his its his dads but same thing) apartment.

 I almost felt bad for his neighbours cause i was screaming so loud  felt like a megaphone was strapped to my mouth

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I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling with a lazy smile on my face, completely spent. Hyunjin was curled up beside me, his arm draped across my stomach, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my skin. The room was warm, the lighting dim, and the world outside felt blissfully distant.

"You're quiet," Hyunjin murmured, his voice soft and a little hoarse. He shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look at me. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

I turned to meet his gaze, my heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did whenever he called me pretty. "Nothing," I said, my voice coming out a little weaker than I intended. "Just... happy, I guess."

He smirked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Just happy, huh?"

"Don't ruin it," I teased, poking his side.

He laughed, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. For a moment, neither of us said anything, the comfortable silence stretching between us like a warm blanket.

"Hey," he said suddenly, his tone more serious. "Are you okay? Like... really okay?"

I blinked, surprised by the question. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugged, his eyes searching mine. "I know I can be... intense sometimes. I just want to make sure I didn't—"

"You didn't," I interrupted, squeezing his hand. "I promise. If anything, you've been... perfect."

His lips twitched into a small, almost shy smile—something I didn't see often from him, and it made my chest ache in the best way.

"Good," he said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. "Because the last thing I'd ever want is to hurt you."

"You're such a sap," I teased, though my voice was gentle.

"Only for you," he shot back, his smirk returning.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my face. "Seriously, though... thank you. For, you know, everything."

His expression softened, and he leaned down to kiss me again, this time slower, gentler, like he had all the time in the world.

"Anytime," he whispered against my lips.

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, until Hyunjin finally broke the silence.

"So," he said, his tone turning playful. "What's the plan for the rest of the day? Or should I say night?"

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was well past midnight, but I didn't care. "Honestly? I'm good right here."

"Good answer," he said, settling back down beside me.

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guys i cant write smut i feel uncomfortable so thats all your getting