Lost Light | Hyunlix

Lost person

The morning sun streamed through the half-drawn curtains, casting soft rays across the floor as V stirred in his bed. He stretched, running a hand through his messy hair, and reached for his phone on the nightstand. The first thing he noticed was the absence of any new messages from Felix. Usually, by now, Felix would've been up, either shooting off some random thought or venting about the latest grueling training session.

V sat up, his brows furrowed. He slipped on his shoes and wandered through the house, expecting to find Felix in the kitchen or training early out in the yard. But there was nothing—no sound, no sign of him. The house was eerily quiet. An unsettling feeling began to gnaw at V's stomach.

He pulled on his jacket and stepped outside, calling one of the guards over. "Have you seen Felix this morning?"

The guard shook his head. "No, sir. I haven't seen him since last night."

V frowned. That was odd. Felix was always around. He was always somewhere, especially on mornings when they trained together. "Check around the property. Now."

The guard gave a quick nod and radioed in a few others. They split up, searching the grounds while V walked back inside, his anxiety growing by the minute. He headed toward the armory, the one place Felix might be if he was preparing for something.

But when V stepped into the room, his heart sank. Felix's sniper rifle—the one he had been religiously using for months—was missing from the wall. V felt a rush of panic as he stared at the empty rack. Felix was gone, and so was his weapon.

Damn it, Felix. What the hell are you doing?

The door slammed behind him as V stormed out, his mind racing. Felix had been on edge for weeks now, ever since they saw the footage of Hyunjin at the gas station. His frustration had been palpable, but V had never thought Felix would do something reckless. Not like this.

The guards returned, all shaking their heads. "There's no sign of him anywhere on the grounds."

V cursed under his breath. "He's not here. Felix is gone, and he took his rifle."

One of the guards shifted uneasily. "You think he's gone after his father?"

"I don't know," V muttered, his mind scrambling for answers. But deep down, he knew that Felix wasn't thinking straight anymore. The anger, the longing for answers—it was all boiling over. He couldn't shake the feeling that Felix had gone out to settle things his way. V's eyes darkened with fear. If Felix really did something rash, if he went after his father... there was no coming back from that.

"Get the car ready," V ordered sharply. "We need to find him before he does something he can't take back."

The guards rushed to follow his orders, but V stood frozen for a moment, his fists clenched at his sides. This was all spiraling out of control. He thought they were making progress, he thought Felix was slowly coming back from the edge. But now, he was out there somewhere with a loaded rifle, and if Felix was hunting someone...

Hyunjin will kill me if Felix is dead.

The realization hit him like a cold slap. Hyunjin had been Felix's anchor, whether Felix wanted to admit it or not. And even though things between them had been tumultuous, they had been bound by something stronger than either of them could understand. If Felix didn't make it back... if Felix threw himself into this revenge-fueled madness and got himself killed, Hyunjin would lose it.

V's throat tightened as he grabbed his phone, trying Felix's number again. The dial tone rang in his ear, but there was no answer.

"Felix, please pick up," V muttered under his breath, knowing it was useless. Felix wasn't going to answer—not until it was too late.