Lost Light | Hyunlix

Losing it

P.S. It's  my compensation for missed chapters....

It had been two months since Hyunjin disappeared, and Felix's mind was a storm of unanswered questions. Two months of silence—no calls, no texts, nothing. At first, Felix had been worried. Every passing day added a layer of anxiety, then slowly, that anxiety turned to anger. He couldn't understand why Hyunjin had just vanished without even leaving a message. Was he even alive? Felix didn't know, and it ate at him every single day.

The rage simmered underneath his calm exterior, threatening to boil over. Felix spent most of his time training, trying to push the thoughts of Hyunjin out of his mind. But no matter how hard he tried, the ache of betrayal gnawed at him. It wasn't just Hyunjin's disappearance that hurt—it was the not knowing. The silence. It was as though Hyunjin had erased himself from Felix's life entirely, and that infuriated him.

One evening, after another exhausting day of training, Felix found himself sitting in V's cluttered workspace, watching the programmer's fingers fly over his keyboard. The room was dim, the only light coming from the multiple screens illuminating V's pale face. The glow flickered across his sharp features, casting shadows under his tired eyes.

"I don't get it," Felix muttered, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh. "Why would he disappear like that? Not even a goodbye."

V didn't respond right away, his eyes locked on the lines of code he was cracking. But Felix could see the tension in his friend's shoulders, the slight frown pulling at his lips. V was trying to help in his own way, and Felix appreciated it, but it wasn't enough. He needed answers.

Finally, V spoke, his voice low and hesitant. "I might have found something."

Felix leaned forward, his heart skipping a beat. "What do you mean? What did you find?"

V clicked on one of the tabs, pulling up a grainy security footage from a gas station. It was dated a month ago. Felix's breath caught in his throat as the familiar figure of Hyunjin appeared on screen. His movements were slow, weak. There was blood on his side, and he was clearly injured. Felix's stomach churned as he watched Hyunjin stumble inside, leaning against the counter, begging for help.

"Why the hell didn't you show me this sooner?" Felix demanded, his voice rising as he clenched his fists.

V turned in his chair to face Felix, his expression calm but firm. "I only found it now, Felix. There's been no trace of him since this footage. Trust me, I've been looking. Hyunjin went underground."

Felix stared at the screen, his anger bubbling over. Hyunjin had been hurt, clearly running from something—someone—and yet he hadn't bothered to reach out. Why didn't he ask for help? Why did he have to face it all alone?

Felix stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. "I'm going to the field," he muttered, grabbing his jacket.

V watched him leave without a word.

The cool evening air hit Felix's face as he stepped onto the training field. It was quiet here, isolated, a perfect place for him to clear his head. He made his way over to the shooting range, grabbing his sniper rifle from its case and setting up with practiced ease.

Felix had become an exceptional sniper in the past two months, pouring every ounce of frustration and anger into mastering the weapon. Every shot he took was another way to focus, another way to push Hyunjin out of his thoughts. He lined up the rifle, his hands steady, his breathing controlled. The world around him seemed to disappear as he zeroed in on the target, his finger tightening on the trigger.

Bang.

The shot rang out, the bullet slicing through the air with precision, hitting the center of the target. Felix barely blinked. He reloaded, lined up again, and fired. Another perfect shot.

But no matter how many bullseyes he hit, the knot of rage inside him remained, tightening with each second Hyunjin stayed missing.

After hours on the field, Felix finally lowered the rifle, his muscles aching. The stars were out now, twinkling overhead, but he couldn't appreciate their beauty. His mind was elsewhere—on Hyunjin, on the gas station footage, on the chaos that had become his life. He should have felt something—relief, anger, anything—but all he felt was emptiness.

He found himself back at V's place, barging in without knocking. V looked up from his computer, clearly surprised at Felix's sudden return.

Felix dropped his sniper rifle onto the table with a thud, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want to kill him."

V's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

"My father," Felix clarified, his voice cold. "I want to kill that bastard. He's the reason Hyunjin is gone. He's the reason my life's a mess. I'm done with this—done pretending everything's fine. I want revenge."

V stood slowly, his brow furrowed as he looked at Felix. "Felix... that's not who you are."

"Maybe it is now," Felix snapped, his anger flaring. "You don't get it. You don't know what it's like."

"I know you're hurting," V replied, his voice calm but firm. "But killing him won't fix anything. It won't bring Hyunjin back. It won't change what happened."

Felix's hands balled into fists at his sides. He knew V was right, but the anger inside him was too much to contain. He'd been carrying it for too long—anger at his father, anger at Hyunjin, anger at himself. He was drowning in it, and revenge felt like the only way out.

"I can't just do nothing," Felix muttered, his voice breaking slightly.

V stepped closer, placing a hand on Felix's shoulder. "Then let's find Hyunjin. Together. You can't lose yourself to this, Felix. Not like this."

Felix met V's gaze, the rage flickering in his chest, but something else stirred too—something deeper. Hope. Maybe finding Hyunjin wouldn't fix everything, but it was a start.

He nodded slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay. Let's find him."

But was it due to Felix's expectations? 

Was it his plan or there was something else to be?