Hyunlix/ Lixhyun oneshots

Troublemaker pt.1

[Ya'll let's just pretend that Felix and Jisung were actually jealous of Hyunho's "Troublemaker" challenge]

Felix sat on his seat just behind them, his eyes fixed on Minho and Hyunjin, who were performing the "Troublemaker" challenge that had the entire STAY's attention. His mouth was slightly agape, trying to mask the turmoil swirling inside him. On the outside, he kept his composure, maintaining that shocked expression as if he was just amazed by the boldness of the performance. But on the inside, it was a different story.

Hyunjin and Minho were so close, their bodies practically pressed together. Hyunjin's seductive moves as he rolled his body against Minho sent a shiver of jealousy through Felix's chest. And then Minho did something that made Felix's blood boil—a playful pop of his head between Hyunjin's legs, a move that felt too intimate, too... much.

Felix's heart pounded in his chest. He had to act like it didn't affect him, like he was enjoying the performance just like everyone else. But it was a struggle. He couldn't tear his eyes away, despite the burning jealousy that threatened to consume him. He tried to distract himself by watching the other members' reactions, looking for some sort of reassurance.

But no. Seungmin was disgusted, pretending to look away. Jisung had his arms crossed, his expression neutral, but Felix knew better. He could see the discomfort in his eyes—Jisung was a little jealous too. He wasn't alone.

Felix tried to hold it together. He needed to keep up the facade for STAYs. He had to act like it didn't bother him at all. His mind was screaming at him, though, his thoughts racing, Why isn't Hyunjin looking at me? His boyfriend, the one he was so deeply attached to, didn't seem to care about him in that moment. He was all smiles, all laughter, but inside Felix could sense the guilt, the nervousness Hyunjin was desperately trying to cover up.

But Felix couldn't show his jealousy, not here, not now. Instead, he clapped along with the others when the performance ended, still wearing that shocked expression, not wanting anyone to notice the chaos that had erupted inside him.

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At the hotel...

The door shut with a soft click, and the silence in the room felt suffocating. Felix could still feel the heat of jealousy coursing through him, his hands twitching with the need to claim, to remind Hyunjin who he belonged to.

He turned to find Hyunjin standing nervously, his back to the door as if he was trying to escape the storm Felix had been holding in all night. Felix's eyes narrowed, his gaze heavy, the look of a man who wasn't about to let anything slide.

Hyunjin's attempt at a playful smile didn't fool him. Felix could see right through the mask of calm. He saw the way Hyunjin's body was still trembling from the performance, from the pressure of the eyes that were upon him. And the thought of it—Hyunjin so carefree, so at ease with Minho while Felix sat in the back, trying to mask the jealousy burning through him—drove him mad.

"You think you can act like that?" Felix's voice was a low growl, thick with unspoken anger. "You think you can just flirt and dance like that with him and I won't do anything about it?"

Hyunjin flinched, his breath catching, but Felix wasn't done. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them in one swift movement, his body pressing against Hyunjin's. He wanted him to feel every inch of his tension, every bit of the desire and possessiveness that was now raging inside him.

Felix grabbed Hyunjin's wrist, pulling him towards the bed with a force that left no room for hesitation. "You don't get to act like that and get away with it, Hyunjin," he said, his voice steady, but laced with an edge of dominance that couldn't be ignored.

Hyunjin's heart raced as Felix's hands moved over his body, not gentle, but not rough either—just firm, controlling, making sure Hyunjin understood that tonight, Felix was in charge. He had to feel every inch of Felix's anger, every ounce of his dominance.

Felix didn't look at him with soft eyes. No, he was focused—fixated on making sure Hyunjin knew exactly who was in control. He gripped Hyunjin's chin, lifting his face to meet his gaze. "You're mine," Felix muttered, the words slipping from his lips like a warning. "Don't forget it."

Hyunjin's chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his body caught between submission and defiance. Felix could see it in his eyes, the flicker of guilt and the hesitation—Hyunjin knew he'd crossed a line.

Felix wasn't going to let him forget it. Not tonight.

"Don't even think about trying to run from me," Felix warned, his grip tightening as he slid his fingers down Hyunjin's body. The tension was thick in the air, charged, like electricity before a storm.

Hyunjin's eyes closed as the force of Felix's touch overwhelmed him, his body already aching from the intensity of Felix's need to remind him who he belonged to. Felix's mouth came down on his, sealing any words of protest or apology that might have formed on Hyunjin's lips. Felix was determined to leave his mark tonight, and it wouldn't be easy for Hyunjin to forget it. Not with the way Felix's hands gripped him, how his body covered Hyunjin's, as if marking every inch of him was the only way to make it clear.