Hyunlix oneshots

. 𝟎𝟏𝟐・ (𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭) 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 (2/2) 🔞

Tomorrow, they're flying to Japan. But tonight, they've got some time to themselves.

The Cosmopolitan shoot was interesting, to say the very least, and Hyunjin left the set with enough ammunition that he can use to tease Felix with over the next few weeks.

It takes them far too long to wash out all the product in their hair, but they're finally clean and dressed in comfy clothes, and Felix is practically burning from embarrassment.

"Stop making fun of me," he groans, voice muffled in his pillow. "I know I messed up, but -"

"I don't think you messed up." He's grinning from ear to ear as he climbs into bed, tugging the covers out from under Felix's prone body. "I think it's adorable that half the time you talk about me, you talk about the rings, even if it has nothing to do with the subject."

Felix throws an arm out and it catches Hyunjin in the side, but the inevitable bruise is a price worth paying for getting to see Felix's ears all flushed red.

"They mean that much to you, huh?"

"Yeah, you gave them to me."

"I've given you things before the rings," Hyunjin points out.

At that, Felix turns to face him, cheek squished against the pillow. "And I love them all equally. Even that random can of tuna you gave me back when we were trainees." He reaches for Hyunjin's hand, thumb tracing the curve of the cheap, acrylic rings. "But I can bring these with me wherever I go, you know? Like there's always something of you with me."

Hyunjin curls his index finger around Felix's and Felix does the same.

"I'm sorry I keep misplacing them."

Felix's eyes crinkle. "It's okay, it's not like you want to lose them. You also don't have to keep buying replacements, you know? It doesn't make me upset or anything if you don't wear them. I know you love me, and two rings aren't the only proof of that."

Hyunjin brings their linked fingers up to his lips and gives Felix's knuckle a nip.

"If the shop ran a loyalty program I think I'd be the top customer."

There's a short pause before a laugh escapes Felix.

"Hm, maybe you should keep getting replacements then."

They fall asleep not long after with the lights on, the covers bunched around their knees, and their fingertips inches apart.

A finger swims into view and Hyunjin jerks away just in time to avoid getting stabbed in the eye. Except the back of his head collides with something that feels suspiciously human and the fingertip lands right between his eyebrows with enough pressure to have Hyunjin wincing.

Jisung's face descends from above.

"Dude, why do you look so constipated?"

Hyunjin gestures to the phone in his hand, where a recording of the dance break he had with Felix moments ago is playing.

"I could've done better," Hyunjin sighs. "Some steps could have definitely used more precision, and some - ow, what the fuck!"

Why are Jisung's fingers so strong? Why does a single flick to the back of his neck hurt so much?

"You can't go back and change the past, so what's the point of moping over it? Felix is still riding the high, did you know? He's in the hallway talking Minho's ear off about it - he's lucky Minho has a soft spot for him the size of Jupiter."