Death Note |Hyunlix|

~Nice To Meet You~

Hyunjin POV-

As Hyunjin looked up, he glanced around the now-empty office room. All the detectives had already returned home, leaving him alone with the quiet hum of the overhead lights and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Seungmin, Han, Chan, and Changbin had left hours ago, each exhausted from the day's tense discussions and the lingering questions about Felix.

That picture, that enigmatic expression, and the mystery surrounding him. Hyunjin felt an urge, a pull he couldn't ignore, and his decision to meet Felix himself now felt inevitable. It wasn't just about answers; it was about seeing Felix in person, understanding the man behind the growing suspicion.

Hyunjin leaned back in his chair, Felix's picture still fresh in his mind as he gathered his thoughts. Finally, he closed the file with a soft thud, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

He reached for his phone and dialed Minho's number, letting it ring a couple of times until he picked up. "Hey, Minho," Hyunjin greeted, his voice light yet laced with a hint of mischief.

Minho sounded wary. "What's going on? You never call me this late unless it's serious."

"Oh, it's serious," Hyunjin replied, fighting back a chuckle. "I've decided I'm going to meet Felix myself."

The silence on the other end was almost comical. "You're what? You think that's a good idea?" Minho's voice carried a mix of disbelief and caution.

"Oh, I'm more than capable of handling it," Hyunjin teased. "Besides, I just have a few... questions for him. Simple, really. But I need to know something first."

Minho hesitated, sensing Hyunjin's playful tone. "What is it?"

"Does Felix like tennis?"

"Tennis?" Minho repeated, caught off guard. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Just curious," Hyunjin replied, his voice lilting with amusement. "Figured it could be a good way to get to know him. Maybe I'll see him at the courts sometime, get a feel for him in a... less formal setting."

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Felix POV-

The morning light filtered into the classroom, soft and unassuming, casting a warm glow over the desks. Felix leaned back in his seat, letting out a small sigh as he scanned the lesson plan for the day. It was just another ordinary day at school, at least on the surface. His friends were chatting nearby, a lazy energy settling over the room. In moments like this, Felix felt he could almost forget about everything—the mounting tension in his life, the covert meetings he'd been sneaking out to attend, and, most pressing of all, the secrets he guarded like armor.

He pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the here and now, determined to blend in, to appear as ordinary as everyone else. When the bell rang for Physical Education, Felix was almost relieved to get up and join the others. A run around the track was something simple, straightforward, something that wouldn't demand more from him than he could give. With that thought in mind, he jogged with his friends to the gym, a small smile creeping onto his face as he kept up with their jokes and conversations.

But as he rounded the track, the world shifted around him in a way he couldn't quite explain. He felt an unsettling sensation creep over him, like the moment before a storm hits. And then he saw him.

There, standing by the bleachers, was a figure he hadn't seen before—a man with long, red hair and a sharp, poised stance, his gaze unwavering as he watched Felix with an intensity that made the air between them feel charged. Felix's heart skipped a beat as he realized who it was, his mind racing through possibilities, fears, and scenarios he hadn't prepared for. His classmates ran on, oblivious, but Felix slowed, his attention caught in the pull of this stranger's gaze.